The ninth floor was her least favorite floor of the tomb, to the complete surprise of the other guild members. Despite this, Carissimi spent most of her time between there or the seventh floor. And only for one reason did she bother with wandering this floor when not in her room.
"There you are Sebas!"
Carissimi strode gracefully towards the butler as he exited Tabula's room. Sebas turned to face her and bowed as he always did when greeted by a guild member. Her hands were clasped delicately against her bosom as a smile emoji appeared above her. Resisting the urge to simply glomp Sebas was difficult but she had to remain in character. Touch Me might ban her again if she acted on her desires with his NPC a second time. She still didn't hear the end of it from Dez.
Shaking her to clear her thoughts and return to her task at hand, Carissimi plucked one of her smallest feathers and watched excitedly as the feather turned to diamond. She spent the past month grinding specific dungeons to unlock this extremely rare racial skill, "Wings of Solomon".
This trait turned any detached feather into diamond. It was designed as an offensive move for angels that specialized in healing and sacrifice, giving them at least one powerful attack to defend themselves should the party fail at protecting them. The feathers were of no monetary value or that'd break the system but they could be used as decoration or gifts due to their immense beauty.
The small feather sparkled brightly under the lights, catching every facet of light and reflecting it between them in a gentle wash of rainbow colors. Stepping closer to the butler, Carissimi ordered him to kneel.
"Here you go Sebas!" She said as she attached the tiny feather to his lapel. "A gem for my favorite dragon's hoard."
Carissimi internally squealed as she took a screenshot of this moment. She looked like a lady bestowing a gift upon her chosen knight. Only in this story, the knight is the one who ordered the dragon to protect the princess.
Stepping back to admire her work, Carissimi couldn't help but feel that she was being watched. A chill ran down her spine as she remembered her stalker and quickly logged out to make sure her home was secured.
Sebas was left kneeling until moments later when Lady Dez came to retrieve him for Lord Touch Me.
Carissimi was panicking. She tried to view her screenshot by opening her controls but the menu wouldn't open. She further panicked when she noticed that she was still in the throne room. She twisted to face Momonga but forgot she was sitting on the arm of the throne.
Her balance was thrown off and she fell into Momonga's lap. Her mind froze as she processed the feeling of hard bones and sharp hips against the backs of her thighs.
She could feel her legs…
Giving a hesitant wiggle, she was terrified to realize she could actually move her legs. She could feel every dip and edge of the skeleton beneath her. Her mind was racing and nothing was making sense. She could feel her legs! Her back felt weird and something was tingling around her ankle…
She could feel her ankle…
Carissimi did the only thing she could do at that moment. Scream.
Momonga was shocked, yes. But Carissimi's scream was enough to knock him right out of it. She had activated one of her attacks, "Heaven's Wail", by accident. The very walls seemed to tremble beneath the rising frequency and volume of her voice.
Carissimi was huddled into a ball in his lap, her wings wrapped tightly around her as if to shield her from an oncoming attack. Her entire being radiated holy energy that slowly ate away at his HP for being so close. Momonga tried to wrap his arms around her but that seemed to set her off further. Two more pairs of wings instantly erupted from her back and further cocooned her body. The holy manic now pouring off of her in waves. If this kept up, Carissimi might do lasting damage to the tomb and herself.
She was trapped in her own mind, the last time she felt so out of control and thrown off replaying in my mind in a twisted loop. She felt something cold try to hold her down. She screamed louder in response, the binds releasing her. Every instinct was screaming danger! Run! Defend yourself! But she couldn't move.
Just sit there and scream.
The edges of her vision were turning black, her lungs finally starting to give out under the abuse she was putting them through. Her head grew lighter as her magic slowly ran out before she finally blacked out. She barely noticed gloved hands reaching out for her as she slid into unconsciousness.
Sebas moved in an instant. Just as the scream cut off and his mistress tilted out of his lord's lap, Sebas caught her and cradled her in a bridal hold against his chest. The extra wings disappeared in a shower of diamond dust that dissipated before it could touch the ground. The butler held her carefully as Yuri Alpha carefully approached to check on their lady. Momonga looked on silently as he tried to come up with some sort of explanation for their situation.
"It would seem that we're trapped in the game. Or did Yggdrasil become real?" The lich thought as he watched the two servants fuss over his fellow player. "I have to get more information before I can move forward with this. Sorry, Andromeda, but I'll have to check on you later."
"Sebas," Momonga called out to the butler, the NPC looking towards him and standing as straight as he could with his precious cargo. "Take Carissimi to her room. And make sure she gets some rest. I fear that she felt something the rest of us were unaware of and that was what set her off. After that, I want you to go out and search the area surrounding Nazarick and then report to me. Do not engage in any enemies or beasts you encounter and return immediately if you find any threats."
Sebas inclined his head with a firm "M'lord" and carried his mistress out the throne room. Momonga watched his retreating back for a mere second before turning his attention to Yuri Alpha. "The rest of you are to search the 9th floor for any intruders. Once it is secure begin to comb the rest of Nazarick for anything suspicious, no matter how small that might be."
The Pleiades each bowed and went off to perform their commands as instructed. Momonga scratched his chin before looking to Albedo. So desperately his mind wanted to panic but something kept him from doing so.
A blessing it was at the moment but if it would come back to bite him in the ass remained to be seen.
Sebas carries the unconscious nephilim to her room at a careful yet brisk pace. His mind was overflowing with worry at what could possibly make the normally poised and collected Supreme Being react like that. Sebas finally reached his lady's room and opened the ornate French doors. The dark room became awashed with light as lanterns along the walls lit with white flames.
The room was a massive Victorian styled area. The bed laid straight ahead on a raised dais made of polished obsidian the contrasted beautifully with the white marble floors. The bed was a giant black and silver wrought iron four post. Sheer black curtains with silver cherry blossoms embroidered on them hung from the ceiling and surrounded it. Matching black sheets and copious amounts of pillows covered the bed and gave it a comfortable and inviting appearance.
Despite the bed being right there, Sebas made no move towards it. While he was the head steward of Nazarick, this was still his lady's room and her room still had its guards.
On either side of the bed stood a pair of matching Victorian coffins. One was pure white with silver accents. A giant, upside down Celtic cross made of pure silver was attached to the front. The other coffin mirrored the first but in black and gold, the flames making the glossy finish seemingly ripple under the light.
Sebas watched as the two coffins opened noiselessly in sync. Out of the white coffin stepped a small girl, no older than thirteen. Her pale skin stemmed paler with her pure white hair and Lolita dress, the black corset and lace trimmings adding some sort of depth to the otherwise colorless look. Her face was cherubic as she gazed with a sweet smile. Her wine colored eyes held black spirals that swirls lazily as if trying to lull him to sleep.
From the black coffin emerged a boy of possibly nineteen. He was tall and slim, his beautiful features highly effeminate. His hair was a startling pink that was tied with a red ribbon at the end and tossed over one shoulder. From the top of his skull rose a long, crooked pair of horns that started as teal at the base and gradiated to gray then white at the tips. He stared at the butler with fluorescent green and blue eyes, his haze completely emotionless. His outfit was slightly more complex than his companion's, a mix of purples and reds. A red turtleneck laid under a royal purple coat with long sleeves that somewhat resembles hooves. His pants were a dark, nearly black shade of red that cling to him like a skin and tucked into a pair of brown, knee length heeled boots.
Sebas quickly moved into a kneeling position, careful of his lady. "Good night, Karma. Sephiroth." He said with his head lowered ever so slightly. These two NPCs were amongst the most territorial in all of Nazarick, their creators room their assigned area to protect. "I apologize for being in here so late but Lady Carissimi has passed out and needs to rest. I am only here to put her to bed before assessing the situation outside the tomb at the behest of Lord Momonga." Sebas raised his head and made eye contact with the female NPC.
Karma said nothing as she pulled back the curtains and sheets of the bed. Sebas took this as permission to approach as he carefully rose from his position. Sephiroth watched him like a hawk as their lady was laid in bed and tucked in, Sebas being mindful of her wings as he settled her amongst her mountain of pillows. No other words were exchanged as the three NPCs made eye contact once again. The butler left quickly to perform the rest of his and report to his lord.
The sooner he completed this, the faster he could come back to check on his mistress.
The door closed silently, the flames putting themselves out one by one until the room was completely dark. The two NPCs looked at their creator one last time before returning to their coffins, watching over their lady and her room from within.