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Carisimmi giggled as she walked the silent halls of the 9th floor. Everything was so quiet and peaceful this late at night. No one to disturb her or ask her to heal them cause they didn't want to use their health potions. Just her and her thoughts.

"I want kids. Lots and lots of babies." She hiccuped as her avatar walked doggedly across the floor without its usual grace. "Lots of babies. But I can't have babies on tour-hic! My belly would block the stage!" She hiccuped a few more times as she tried to refocus herself.

She'd just gotten home from a wrap party and was drunk as hell. She should've gone straight to bed but she didn't want the loneliness of those cold sheets when she fell asleep. So here she was. Logged into Yggdrasil and all alone in the tomb.

Carisimmi frowned as the argument she had with her manager came back to her. "I can have them if I want. No one tells me what to do!" She shouted to the empty halls. "I belong to no one!"

Continuing her directionless trek, her avatar suddenly bumped into an obstacle. Her first thought was to smite whatever blocked her path before her eyes focused on a white tie. Following it upwards, Carisimmi was pleasantly surprised to see that she'd bumped into Sebas.

Sebas looked worriedly at his Lady. She seemed to be troubled and her angry shouts were worrisome. Had someone try to capture her. To try possess the Unholy Angel of Nazarick was a grievous sin and must be punished. How he wished to ask who dared to try own her, but alas. He was speechless as always when in her presence. Sebas was pulled from his thoughts by his lady collapsing to the floor, like a puppet with its strings suddenly cut. Alarmed, he scooped her up only to be slightly relieved when he heard tiny snores coming from her lips. His lady had obviously exhausted herself to the point of passing out where she stood. She must've dealt with the insolent fool already and had come here to vent. How remarkable but fragile his Lady was.

Without a second thought, Sebas turned on his heels and made his way to his mistress's room to tuck her in. The floor was no place for a Supreme Being, especially one as precious as she, to sleep. The walk was a short one but Sebas found it pleasant to be able to hold a Supreme Being so close. He passed several maids, the women pausing in awe at the sight. Lady Carisimmi must trust him immensely to allow herself to be carried by the head steward.

And that she did.

Sebas carefully opened the double doors to Carisimmi's room and entered with his still sleeping cargo. Upon placing her upon the bed, Sebas was yanked forward.

Carisimmi woke up to Sebas's face and narrowed her brows. Why wasn't he in bed with her? Her dream wasn't following the usual plot. Sebas was supposed to be already undressed and beneath her so why was he fully dressed and standing above her.

"What are you doing?" She said in a low tone, her irritation obvious as she propped herself up on an elbow and tightened her grip on his tie.

Sebas was unable to answer. Had he overstepped his boundaries? Should he have had one of the Pleiades bring her here instead? Surely he wasn't to leave her on the floor? Or was he to have awoken her? Sebas was unsure of what to do when his world spun.

Carisimmi yanked him by the tie and flipped Sebas into the center of her bed. The warnings went ignored as her alcohol addled mind assured her this was all a dream. Swinging a leg over those broad hips, Carisimmi settled herself atop of Sebas. Her fist was still wrapped around his tie so she placed the other on the headboard above the butler and leaned in close. Her avatar's breasts were pressed firmly to Sebas's chest and prevented her from leaning in any closer.

Sebas could feel his pulse quickening as every carefully controlled instinct screamed at him to mate. He could feel every curve and dip of the beautiful female above and his blood sang for him to add her to his hoard. His resolve was swift to kill those treacherous thoughts of possessing a Supreme Being, this Supreme Being. He watched as those fluorescent orbs stared down at him, weighing his worth.

"Hey, Sebas..." Carisimmi said, her words low and sultry. Her lips were now brushing against his ear as she slowly ground her body down into his.

"I want kids."

The halls of the 9th floor were quiet as the midnight hour grew at hand. For the second time that day, Sebas carries Carisimmi's unconscious form towards her room. The butler is mindful of the long skirt and feathers draped over his arms as he walks, careful to keep them from touching the ground.

Each step brings a sense of dejavu. Sephiroth is but a behind him as they walk together, the younger silent as his tail barely skims the floor in a dejected manner. It's obvious that the boy is troubled by his inability to help his creator. He went with her to the 6th floor to ensure her wellbeing and she fainted on her watch. He couldn't even catch her when she fainted.

Sephiroth may not understand emotions too well , but he did understand failure. And he failed to care for his mistress when she was in such a delicate state. What was he thinking, allowing her to leave her be so soon after fainting. What kind of healer was he if he couldn't use the knowledge she gifted him to make her stay in bed. He was slowly becoming absorbed in this strange feeling, like everything was his fault and he couldn't do anything right.

It was yet another feeling he was unfamiliar with and he did not like it.

Sebas seemed to sense the inner turmoil the incubus was going through, slowing his step just enough that the two were walking side by side. "You are not at fault here, Sephiroth. You are still young and have never used your knowledge of healing outside of poisoning you and Karma's prey." Sephiroth looked up at the butler questioningly, still not understanding what he was saying. "Lady Carissimi is your creator and you should know that as the kindest of the Supreme Beings, she will forgive you."

Sephiroth's face gave away nothing, but his tail lifted a bit higher and wagged slowly behind him. The two NPCs walked in silence as they finally reached Carisimmi's room. Sephiroth opened the double doors and entered first, his heels clicking on the polished marble as he moved to his side of the bed. Karma was quick to exit her coffin, her brows furrowed as she took in the unconscious form of her Supreme Being.

"Again, Sebas? Why is Lady Carisimmi unconscious again?" She asked worriedly as she pulled down the sheets for the butler. Karma looked over at Sephiroth, his tail dropping again as he looked away dejectedly. "Ah. I see." She said as she watched the nephilim be set down amongst the plush sheets and pillows. Carisimmi shifted slightly as she settled, all three NPCs freezing at the movement. Sebas took a step back and bowed to his Lady and prepared to leave when a hand caught his. Looking down he saw Carisimmi looking at him through lidded eyes.

"Stay?" She asked as she pulled him closer. Her thoughts were scattered but she knew that she wanted comfort. Sebas was safe and someone she cared for deeply. He also looked so warm and she wanted nothing more than to snuggle into those muscles and never leave.

Sebas wasn't even the chance to refuse as he was dragged onto the bed and laid on his back. His brows raised in surprise at his mistress's boldness, memories of the last time dancing in the back of his mind. Any attempts to leave and make sure his lady rested were shut down as a massive wing came over him and pulled him against Carisimmi's warm body. The soft feathers raised goosebumps along his skin wherever they touched, each gentle caress slowly wearing at his resolve.

Here they were again in such a position.

Sebas tried to keep things respectable by leaving his hands at his sides but Carisimmi's still desired comfort. Coming closer, she draped her upper body across his and wrapped his arms around her torso. A soft purr escaped her lips and she threw a leg across his hips and nuzzles her way against his throat. Finally comfortable, she allowed herself back into the world of dreams, the smell of cinnamon, sandalwood and something undeniably male filling her senses.

Karma and Sephiroth watched as the butler struggled with himself before allowing his body to relax. If his mistress desires to use him as a bed, then so be it.

Karma spared Sephiroth a confused look before pulling the sheets over the two. She wasn't too sure what was going on but as long as there was no threat to her mistress, she'd let it be…

For now.

With that in mind Karma slowly climbed into her casket, her eyes locked on her mistress and bedmate until the kid shut with a dull click. Sephiroth allowed his eyes to travel over the two, his nose wrinkling at the smell of contentment and slight arousal coming off the pair. His eyes took in every minute movement and twitch, a single brow rising in an elegant arch as one of Carisimmi's wings tightened around them and covered the diamond feather on Sebas's coat. His mistress obviously held something more than fondness for the butler but did Sebas return them was the question.

Sephiroth allowed himself to feel confusion. Ever since they were transported to this new realm, there was this strange new freedom. On one hand, he assumed he was grateful that his creator deigned to stay with them and came to this new world with them. He felt… light, as if some unseen weight was lifted. He wasn't sure what this emotion was but according to what Karma, it might be relief.

But on the other hand, this new world was an unknown. His mistress was a healer and hadn't fought in battle in over five years. She always took the position of sacrifice or nurse on the rare occasions the tomb was attacked. He felt something else when he analyzed their situation.

Disgust.

It was a feeling he was very familiar with, something he could actually identify. The other Supreme Being used his mistress to avoid the work of cost of getting health potions and kept her from using the full extent of her abilities in battle. They kept her hidden away in this tomb like a relic in a vault, always idolized but never seen unless of use.

His tail snapped on the ground, banishing those treasonous thoughts. Casting one last look at the duo in the bed, he climbed into his own casket. His loyalty would always be to the tomb second, his lady first. All who tried to reach her would have to go through him first.

For where the others failed, she succeeded.

Momonga tried to "Message" Carissimi but each attempt went ignored. The thought that she may be asleep crossed his mind but was now midday and she had to get up. Plus, he was unable to locate Sebas and the butler was also not responding to his summons. Mind made up, Momonga opened a "Gate" into Carisimmi's room to wake her.

Stepping into the room he was greeted with the needle thin point of Sephiroth's blade millimeters away from his chin. The boy's eyes were as cold and empty as always, a shiver going down Momonga's spine at the chilling gaze.

"I forgot she set them to attack anyone who came in uninvited after the Tabula incident! Why did she have to make them so intense?!"

Momonga stared down the incubus as the blade was slowly lowered and disappeared into the sleeve of his coat. Sephiroth slowly backed up and steeped over the ring of white flames that was slowly dying out. Karma bounded out of a dark corner with an impossibly innocent smile, her white clothes somehow not giving her away in the darkness. She skipped over to him, her steps light and soundless.

"Hello Lord Momonga! Sorry about that but you did pop in uninvited." She said cheerfully as she rocked on her heels. Her whole demeanor screamed "innocent and pure" but Momonga knew better. He'd seen her in action and didn't know which of the two scared him more now that this was real. "So what brings you here?"

"I was trying to "Message" Carisimmi but she wasn't responding. Am I correct in the assumption that she is still asleep?" He asked as he tried to peer into the darkness of the sleeping area. Only the lanterns in the sitting area were lit, keeping the bed shrouded in a cloak of darkness.

"Yep." Karma said, popping the "P" as she continued to rock. Sephiroth was still watching him with that cold stare that made Momonga's nonexistent skin crawl. "She and Sebas are still out like a light. Though Sebas might be up and is just waiting for m'lady to wake on her own…" Karma said thoughtfully as she tapped her chin with a finger.

Momonga nodded in agreement as he started to walk over to the bed but froze when the implications of what Karma said finally processed. "Sebas… slept here?" He asked Karma as his eyes searched for the butler, hoping that he was mistaken. Karma skipped past him into the sleeping area, the lanterns lighting as she passed. The flames finally lit on the dais and revealed a white, feathery cocoon. Momonga internally panicked as he gently poked the feathers and called out to his fellow player.

The cocoon shifted, the massive wings slowly opening up to release their captives. Carissimi was laid atop of Sebas with her head tucked against his neck, her halo floating lazily above their heads. Her chest was pressed against Sebas's with both of her legs on either side of his. The butler had both of his hands planted firmly around her waist and was still beneath the angel. One of Carisimmi's hands were tangled in Sebas's hair and the other beneath the pillow beneath his head. Carissimi's braid had come out at some point, the white locks covering them like a curtain of moonlight.

The whole scene would've seemed intimate if it weren't for the fact that both of them were fully clothed. Sebas was the first to wake, his eyes snapping open to see his lord standing over them.

"My lord?" He said as he tried to sit up, his movements halted when he remembered where he was. His hands shifted and accidentally dragged Carissimi's skirt higher, her white panties barely covering her butt. Momonga quickly averted his gaze and mumbled "hands" to the butler. Sebas quickly understood and removed his hands, the skirt stayed in its position though. Carissimi was still dead to the world as Sebas carefully sat up against the headboard, Carissimi still straddling his lap as her hand dropped from his hair to caress his beard.

"Is there a reason you're sleeping in Lady Carissimi's bed, Sebas?" Momonga asked as he raked his brain for some kind of explanation. This wasn't what he expected to find at all when he came into the room. He was starting to wish he'd messaged Karma and asked her to bring the nephilim to his office.

Sebas was saved from answering when Carissimi finally awoke. Her wings rose in a graceful arch as she squirmed in her spot. Her eyes fluttered open as she took a deep breath and stretched, her breast pushing into Sebas chest until her back gave a satisfying "POP". Blinking her way into the waking world, Carissimi's brain slowly fired up and started processing what she was seeing.

Momonga was in front of her and was standing next to Karma. Ok? She shifted, her body warm and comfortable on whatever she was sitting on. She experimentally squeezed her legs, feeling a ripple of pure muscle beneath her. Her eyes finally took the butler before her and processed her position. Carissimi felt her cheeks warm in embarrassment as she finally realized she's straddling Sebas, the butler looking right into her eyes as his hands came back to her waist to steady her. Caririssimi numbly thought about how his hands could easily lift and pin her as she stuttered out a greeting.

"G-Good morning, Sebas. Momonga." She smiled awkwardly as she tore her gaze from the man below her. "What's going on?" She was desperately racking her brain to try to figure out how she'd ended up in this position. The last thing she remembered was telling Demiurge and the other guardians to stay out of her non-existent love life. How in the hell did she end up with Sebas in her bed.

"Good morning, M'lady." Sebas, Carissimi giving him her full attention. "It would seem that you pushed yourself too soon after the transfer and passed out in the coliseum. I carried you here to your room and put you to bed, after which you requested I stay the night." Short, brief and concise. Oh how Carissimi could practically see the steam rising from her skin. She was intimately aware of the rumble of his chest as he spoke, every muscle in her body fighting against the urge to relax and snuggle into him. Not sure what to say, Carisimmi carefully swung a leg off of him and slid out of the bed. Sebas followed suit and stood next to her before Momonga. Avoiding all eye contact, she straightened her skirt and cleared her throat as she looked for an escape from the awkward situation. Her sights landed on a set of ivory double doors with black detailing.

"Thank you for keeping me company Sebas." She said as she slowly stepped towards the door. "Momonga, I'll come see you in your office after I've taken a bath." The doors were behind her and she carefully grabbed their handles and opened them. Backing quickly into the bathroom, she shouted out to the men and shut the doors with a slam.

"Sephiroth will show you out!"

The three men looked at the doors before looking at each other. Sephiroth said nothing, just spun gracefully on his heel in a wordless command to follow. He opened the doors for them and shut them with a cold look that clearly said to leave. With the outsiders gone, Sephiroth released a silent huff and went to the bathroom.

Carisimmi was silent as she stared at her ensuite bathroom. She designed it with her avatars backstory and lavish tastes in mind but experiencing and designing it were two different

things. Her jaw hung slack as she walked towards the bath. The floors were a black marble that extended to a massive Roman style bath that rested in the ground with rose gold filigree at every corner in the shape of creeping vines and apple blossoms. The bath was filled with what appeared to be milk and rose petals, the surface smooth and undisturbed.

With each step, an article of clothing was, first her stockings and hood. Her dress dropped at the top of the steps as she dipped her foot in, the slight ripple shifting the petals on the surface. The necklace and halo around her ankle stayed, the halo's glow lost beneath the surface. Her hair floated atop the milk's surface and created a seamless line of white around her that glowed against her dark skin.

The further she stepped into the bath, the more aware she became of the sound of rushing water. Submerged to her collar bones, Carisiimi found the source of the sound. In the center of the bath was a fountain made of white marble. The fountain was a statue of a man embracing a woman from behind as she wrapped her long hair around his throat. The man had an impressive set of wings made of gold while a pair of long, elegant horns grew from the woman's head in obsidian. The two were seated in an apple tree that grew in the shape of a throne, the fruit made of rubies and the tree itself a pink marble. The two were holding a black marble pithos carved with snakes where the milk flowed from into the pool.

Carissimi stared at the statue as her avatar's- no her, backstory rushed through her. Her wings suddenly felt so heavy as the symbolism of the statue hit her. These were her supposed parents in this form. She was now an unholy balance that somehow became real. She was a supposed goddess in a world where she didnt know if gods were even real.

"Crap…"

Carissimi quickly averted her gaze and dunked beneath the surface, the decision to bathe and get out of there quickly her new focus.

Sebas stood behind his lord as the lich made use of the Mirror of Remote Viewing, his hands moving sporadically before the item as he tried to relearn how to use it. It would seem the "Transfer" had affected the Supreme Being's ability to interact with the mortal realm. His lord was diligent in his efforts to secure the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Sebas felt pride and awe fill him at the dedication of their Supreme Beings. How simple it would've been to abandon them to their fates but they chose to stay. He could only hope that the denizens of Nazarick could someday be truly worthy of the loyalty of their leaders. Sebas allowed his mind to wander to Carissimi and last night.

Once again he'd spent the night with his lady and while this time was much tamer, it was no less … arousing. Even without any sexual actions, his lady set his blood ablaze in a way that even the strongest succubus allure failed to achieve. His mistress beauty and sin wrapped in a delicate shell of unholy innocence. Lord Tabula made Albedo to be the beauty of Nazarick but her looks paled in comparison to that of their Supreme Being. His mind was conflicted between whether this desire was treasonous or if it was without sin to cover her affections which she so freely gave. The door of Lord Momonga's office opened and in walked Lady Carissimi and Sebas felt his heart stutter.

Carissimi was dressed in a white lace leotard that dipped between her breast and towards her navel. Sheer white fabric fashioned into a mermaid gown covered her whole body with the illusion of modesty. The short train and long sleeves were embroidered with flowers to make those areas less see through, drawing more attention to the skin that could be seen. Her necklace, Harmonia, was the only splash of color to the outfit. Her hair was done into a complicated bun with her bangs free to frame her face. Sebas could just see the white glow of the halo around her ankle as beneath her dress, her heels making soft clicks on the floor. She looked like a true queen and Sebas couldn't help himself as he dropped to his knee and prostrated himself before his mistress.

"M'lady."

Momonga just internally gawked at Carissimi and her extravagant attire. He just wanted to talk, why the fancy outfit?! With a sigh, the lich stood from his seat and waved at the butler. "Sebas, please excuse us so we may speak. Lady Carissimi and I shall be in my chambers should anyone need us." Momonga stepped around his desk towards Carissimi and offered her his arm, for the first time truly noticing their height difference. She was maybe a good three inches shorter than Albedo with her heels on, her frame so petite compared to his. Carissimi took his arm with a smile and "Gate" opened for them and transported them not to Momonga's room but the first floor. Momonga hid them in an alcove and cast "Cone of Silence" on them.

"What are you wearing?!" He demanded with a panic before a greened aura washed over him and calmed him. The lich could practically see the steam coming out of the angel's ears as she looked down and scrunched up the fabric of her dress. Her face looked so distressed when she finally looked at the he almost needed the green aura again.

"Sephiroth had come into the bathroom to help me bath and I was ok with that because he's asexual and aromantic but that left Karma to choose my outfit for me!" She practically vomited the words but managed to keep them completely understandable. "I forgot that I spent so much cash on outfits in the game since I never really wore them so Karma just picked the first one she saw and I got scared to look for something else after I saw how many clothes there were! And she looked so proud that I couldn't say no! And then she got Yuri Alpha to do my hair and now I look like a sexy bride and don't know what to do! How did this outfit even make it past the censors?!"

Carissimi threw her hands in the air at the end of this and actually looked quite distraught. Her feathers were all puffed out and made her look like an angry chick. Momonga was torn between worry and finding it cute. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he began to rub her arm up and down in a calming manner. Carissimi allowed herself to be calmed and controlled her breathing. She could do this. Everything was gonna be a-o-k!

Hopefully.

Momonga crouched to Carissimi's level to look her in the eye. Maybe this would make her feel better. "We are going to go outside and see the world for ourselves. We need to take this moment to breathe and accept this new reality." He paused and squeezed her shoulders gently. "Are you ready?"

Carissimi just nodded, her tongue suddenly too heavy to speak. Momonga nodded back and stood to his full height. He felt his character cover him like a cloak as he fell into his role.

"Let's explore this new world, shall we."