Chapter 2: The Children of Nazarick

It is a desolate scene as the battle between gods ended.

The once radiate realm of Asgard was nomore, replaced by endless ashes and charred ruins. The victor stood over his defeated foe, no malice in his golden gaze, only pity and understanding.

"Why?" The fallen foe asks, his voice hoarse from his screams of anger, not at his enemy but at himself. "Why can I not best you?"

The Victor hums in happiness as his foe finally asked the right question.

"I fight not for myself but for those that can not." A simple answer from a simple man. "It is for those precious to me that I raise my blade."

"Friends?" The foe had none, only those that wished to use his power for were always scared and jealous of his power. "I don't have any." He tries to stand but cannot. His red eyes glance to his enemy but finds no mocking gaze but instead a hand offered to him.

"I will be your friend." The Knight declares softly. In that moment Naruto Uzumaki felt something break within him, all the weight of regret and misery lifting from his shoulders.

A light in the darkness.

With tears pouring free and with a small command, Rikudo no Kurama took his friend's hand, forging a unbreakable bond.

"T..Touch-Sensei."

And so Ainz Ooal Gown was born.

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"That is how I met Touch-Me." Kurama finished softly with a small smile. It was truly a turning point in his life and it was a decision he would never regret.

"Touch-sama and Kurama-sama are so cool!" Aura Bella Fiora, the Guardian of the Sixth Floor, exclaimed. She knew that Kurama-sama had been a enemy of Touch-sama at first and did not understand how they became friends but the tale was more incredable than she thought.

"Touch-sama and Kurama-sama are truly good friends." Mare Bella Fiora, Aura's twin brother and fellow Sixth Floor Guardian, softly spoke. Touched that Kurama-sama would allow them to hear a story when he was at his weakest and how he was saved by another.

Kurama chuckled softly.

Cha-chan would have loved telling them of the Guild's misadventures.

Bukubuku Chagama adored her creations to the point she called them her children. The Shield Slime had pretty much threatend, blackmailed and beaten Kurama, HeroHero and Blue Planet into helping her create the most adorable and yet dangerous Floor Guardians for the Sixth Floor. When they were done they had possibly created the most dangerous pair of NPCs in Nazarick. Not that they looked much of a threat.

Mare was timid and kind while Aura was boisterus and outspoken. If one did not know the twins, they would have thought Mare was the sister and Aura the brother for one simple reason.

Aura was dressed in white slacks and waistcoat with a orange shirt of somekind and appeared young so one could not tell the diffrence in gender. Her childish face was always with a wide smile, her eyes of green and blue glowing with mischief. Mare wore a blue shirt and also a white waistcoat but instead of slacks, he wore a breezy blue skirt and knee-socks with black boots. Giving the boy the appearance of a young schoolgirl.

Kurama remembers Chagama's reaction to their unveiling. If her avatar could have smiled it would have lit the universe. It would only be several days later when she sent a message to Kurama, asking if they could meet up in the real world.

Kurama felt his smile droop slightly.

I really wish I could have, Cha-chan. It was something of a open secret in Ainz Ooal Gown that there was some sort of attraction between the Slime and Dark Elf. Perhaps if they had met up in real life then it might have started something wonderful.

"K..Kurama-sama?" Mare's timid voice brought the Warmaster from his thoughts.

"Yes, Mare?"

"Who is Naruto Uzumaki?"

"That was the name of my human instincts that slowly vanished as I acended to become a Surpreme Being." He lied smoothly. Both twins were surprised at his honesty that he was once mortal and a human too boot.

"Where all the Surpreme Ones humans?" Aura blurted out much to her brother's horror at her lack of tact.

"Sister!?" Aura winced at Mare's exclimation and both twins braced themselves for punishment. Instead they got a soft chuckle from the elder Dark Elf, who was more amused than anything.

She has Cha-chan's tact.

"Once they were before they acended like I did." He explained. "The best example would be Momonga-san for he was once human before shedding his fragile mortal form to become a Liche." It was a good example and also made sure he would not have to explain about any of the others. Both twins nodded and oddly enough their respect for the Surpreme Being before them had risen even more.

It must have been no east feat to become a god.

"Ah, I forgot to mention that I have called the other Guardians here for a meeting." Kurama said, surprised that he had got distraced from the real reason he came to the Sixth Floor.

He raised a crimson brow as he noticed Aura shift uncomfortably, silently inquiring why she was acting so.

"Will Shalltear be coming?"

Ah, that explains it. Cha-chan did say that Aura had a somewhat friendly rivalry with Shalltear and that they acted like how herself and her brother, Pervy-Bird. acted in real life.

Before he could answer a odd whistling sound echoed through the vast arena, where the Dark Elves stood.

A small distance away, reality tore asunder and from the red abyss walked Shalltear Bloodfallen, Guardian of the First, Second and Third Floors. The Gate closed behind her as she walked towards the small gathering.

"It seems I'm the first here." Her voice was like soft chime bells to the ears. Shalltear was dressed in what could only be described as a Victorian gothic lolita dress of dark reds and purples with a red bonnet that only allowed a few strands of her silver hair to frame her porcelin pale face. Her deep blood red eyes hid the primal savagery that bubbled beneath the surface and her soft smile showed a hint of a sharp fang.

Kurama greeted her.

"Welcome Shalltear. You are early."

What happened next he was not prepared for.

Her soft smile suddenly spread into one of pure joy, her eyes shone with emotion and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

"Kurama-sama!" With that she leapt at him. The Warmaster was caught off guard and just barely caught her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her smiling face close to his own startled one.

"Kurama-sama, it is good to see you." She said softly, her face slowly getting closer and her lips dangerously close to his own. Her scent overhwelmed his senses and the Warmaster found his arousal stirring.

Sweet merciful Buhhda, What the Fuck! Why does she smell so good? Why is she acting like this?! Why the hell am I doing nothing!?

Before Shalltear could smootch her future husband and get down to the gritty buisness of making lots of evil babies. Aura came to Kurama's rescue.

"Oi, Shalltear! Give it a rest will you!"

Kurama noticed a brief flash of annoyance flicker across Shalltear's face before she let go of him. Making sure to trail her hands down the black steel of his chestplate and across the bare skin of his midriff, enjoying the feel of the solid abs on display, before sending a mocking smirk over her shoulder.

"Oh, Little Shorty, you were here?" The words were spoken with such sarcasm that Kurama wondered if he should intervene when Aura clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Shalltear was not finished however, shifting her gaze to Mare.

"It must be difficult, Mare, to have such a crazy older sister."

Then Aura struck back.

"Fake Boobs."

The True Vampire let out a choked gasp and covered her bosom. "What?!"

It was Aura's turn to have a smug smile.

"Look's like I was right! That's why you went through the truble of using a Gate to get here. you were in a hurry, but since you over stuffed your breasts, they would shift if you ran."

Shalltear snarled in embaressment before sniping back,

"Shut your mouth! You have nothing, yourself!"

"I'am only seventy six years old but your undead. It must be tough having no more chance to grow. Why don't you just accept what you have now?"

Shalltear snapped, she was pratically hissing as she stormed towards Aura. Mare wisely moved back to avoid the ensuring cat fight.

"Bitch! You should think more carefully what you say!"

Kurama watched this with a sense of nostalgia. He remembered the infamous arguments between Bukubuku Chagama and her brother Peronrochino and the way the two Floor Guardians were arguing it was as if they never left.

"What a ruckus." A new voice rumbled.

The Warmaster looked away from the argument to see another of the Floor Guardians arrive.

The Guardian of the Fifth Floor, Cocytus, was a mighty figure indeed. The Verminlord was tall and mightly built, muscle as unyeilding as adamantium was barely contained in ice like chiten plate. Clutched in one of his four hands was a halberd of pure ice, for a warrior would never walk without a weapon in hand. His mandibles twitched as he gazed upon his fellow Guardians.

"You two should not be playing around before the Warmaster." Cocytus scolded Shalltear and Aura. His words brought Kurama's attention back to the arguing pair.

Only to be startled at the hellfire in Shalltear's hands and Aura readying her whip.

"This little shorty slandered me!" The Vampire snarled, eyes gleaming with murder. Aura snapped her whip, readying to defend herself.

"I told the truth!"

The arena suddenly darkened and the night sky was covered in raging clouds. A invisable weight decended upon all, mostly on the two bickering women.

They flinched in fright as they turned and saw Kurama's scalding glare, a aura of emerald fire covered his mighty frame. His cloak billowing in a unseen wind, his armour turning darker than night and the Ever Crown shone with unholy light.

ENOUGH his voice boomed like thunder in a storm. Their anger at each other forgotten, Shalltear and Aura immediatly stood to attention, knowing that their Lord was displeased with them. Both knowing that he could snuff the life from them with a thought.

YOU WILL NEVER RAISE YOU WEAPONS OR MAGIC AGAINST EACH OTHER IN MY PRESSANCE EVER AGAIN! IS THAT CLEAR!

"Yes Kurama-sama!" Aura and Shalltear managed to squeak out. Kurama was satisfied and calmed himself, his aura vanishing and the sky became clear once more.

"Thank you for coming, Cocytus." He said to the Verminlord, who was unfazed by his Lord's anger.

"I shall always respond to your summons, Lord Warmaster." Cocytus rumbled.

Kurama nodded, a silent thank you for the show of loyalty.

"Everyone, I apologize for making you all wait." a voice called and Kurama noticed Albedo approach with the last of the Floor Guardians he had requested to meet here.

Demiurge was the Guardian of the Seventh Floor and is the NPC leader during defensive actions. He was remarkably human looking with a narrow face, glasses and brown hair. Only his sharply pointed ears and long silver tail showed he was a Demon. Kurama smiled when he saw the orange suit Demiurge wore.

He had no idea why the others declined to dress the NPC's in orange. It made everything look so much more badass.

Soon all the Floor Guardians were assembeled before him, a odd yet fitting group. Albedo gazed up at her Lord with adoring, warm eyes.

"Now, everyone. To our Lord Warmaster, the Ritual of Fidelity."

I do not know what happened but I will lead Nazarick in your stead Momonga-san and I will find you and our comrades. This I swear.

As Warmaster of Nazarick!

The stage is set and the gears are turning.

Rikudo no Kurama begins a journey that shall shape the universe and change the fate of a world.

Forever.

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Hope you all enjoyed the chapter and I apologize if it not up to scratch. As always Read, Review and Enjoy.

Next time, A New World awaits the Warmaster and already he is dragged into a conflict in Chapter 3: Massacre at Carne!