Dez101: Olli again! Don't know if you know this but all my fics are crossposted on AO3! This story is actually the chapters ahead there right now plus updates are more reliable and come out there first. Hope you enjoy the and if you want to see what the characters look like, I have art of them on my Twitter at Koneko Dad. Or just use the link on AO3...

disclaimer: I own nothing but most of the ocs and some spells. Dez in this story is not me but belongs to a friend and another Overlord fic on AO3 called "Kind Hearted, Dark Souled"

The seventh floor was undeniably beautiful.

Carissimi had always been fond of darker color palettes, reds and black being her favorite colors. The crumbling Grecian architecture scattered about the obsidian fields or sinking in the sea of lava further played to her tastes and made this her favorite floor. Ulbert had once told her that seeing her so at ease and at home in his domain reminded him of how demons were descended from angels.

"You'd make a beautiful queen of Hell, Lady Licentia." He'd purred after reading her character's backstory.

Carissimi had merely laughed and asked him where his actual queen was. The goat stuttered into his mic and then screamed when Dez dropped from the overhead caverns onto him. The two had been such a cute couple but Ulbert had ruined her OTP.

Carissimi huffed as she walked the floor alone, idly considering smiting several imps to punish the goat. The nephilim decided against it. But only because that would just make Dez sad to hear she'd senselessly killed NPCs in her name when she logged back in. That and she didn't have the heart to hurt them. They were just so cute and hadn't done anything wrong to her. Not even Demiurge would face her ire, even if that was the easiest way to hurt Ulbert.

Carissimi looked over to a lavafall and spotted the archfiend crossing over a bridge. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

With a simple command, Carissimi flew over to the demon and landed in his path. Demiurge stopped in his tracks and bowed to her with a hand over his chest. Carissimi tilted her head and began to curiously inspect his form. Despite how often Dez gushed about him or how often she walked this floor, the angel had never actually met the demon. He was handsome, she'd give him that. But while Sebas was handsome in a rugged and mature way, Carisimmi simply found Demiurge to be…

Cute?

The demon reminded her of the "bad boy" types she'd acted with and played love interests to. He radiated chaotic energy but in the end he would never move to hurt a soul within these walls. Curiously, she opened his character sheet and began to read. She hummed quietly as she scrolled through his description, seeing everything she expected from his creator. Though one sentence did give her pause though…

Demiurge now stood proud and tall, internally preening as Lady Carisimmi inspected him. He'd never met the angel but had overheard great a many praise from his lord and former mistress. She was apparently the "vessel of cruelty and wrath hidden carefully in the form of purity and hope" in the words of his creator. Whispers of her wrath devouring the great dragon that once stood here still traveled amongst the denizens and had filled him with awe and curiosity. No one had ever seen her actually fight. She was known best for her unparalleled healing abilities.

What carnage would she rain upon those who angered her?

"A sadist and masochist? Well aren't you kinky?"

Demiurge could feel his blood grow hot at the tone Carisimmi's voice took. It was so smooth and silky but there were cruel tones underlying it. Like she was mocking him. The angel looked at him with a kind and innocent expression, the voice not matching the image.

"Does that mean you would like it if I tied you down and had my merry way? Or would you prefer it the other way?" She purred lightly before laughing and closing his page. "Don't worry, Demi. Your secret is safe with me."

Momonga guided Carissimi through the winding paths of the first floor, careful to stick to the shadows. Momonga kept the small angel tucked close to him in order to use his body to cover herself and the glow of her aura. Her pure white attire was easily noticeable in the dark halls and her wings and halo glowed with holy light. She was her own little lantern as they tried to sneak to the exit.

In the end, Momonga took off his robe and draped it over her head, equipping a suit of black armor in the process. Scooping and bundling her up, the glow was effectively hidden. Carissimi's wings were slightly cramped in their wrapped position against her back but if she and Momonga could just get outside and see the world for themselves, I'd be worth it.

The two were finally near the entrance when they were spotted.

Demiurge bade his demon generals farewell and prepared to return to the depths of the tomb when he saw him. Lord Momonga was garbed in magnificent onyx armor and carried his mage robes bundled up on his left arm. The bone pauldrons were absent but there was no mistaking the smell of his lord's magic on them.

"Lord Momonga!" He called as he rushed down the stairs to meet his lord halfway. "What brings you here to the first floor?"

Momonga straightened himself and stared the demon down, internally bemoaning the loss of privacy.

"Of all the NPCs, why him?!"

"Lady Carissimi and I were going to see the new world and check Mare's progress for ourselves." He said as he lowered his arm to reveal said angel. "Alone."

Demiurge mentally reprimanded himself for not noticing his mistress earlier. How could he have possibly missed her radiance! His lord lowered his arm to reveal her, the robe sliding back to reveal her face. Demiurge found himself captivated by those large, innocent pools of green. The robes swallowed her frame, making her seem more delicate and small as she perched daintily on his lord's arm. What a regal pair they made.

There was no doubt in his mind that Lady Carissimi was the rightful queen of Nazarick alongside their lord. Despite what Albedo may aim for.

"My lady, forgive me for not greeting you as I did Lord Momonga." He quickly dropped and laid his hand across his heart. "Pardon my impudence my Supreme Beings, but I must insist that you take an escort! We still do not know the full extent of the dangers of this new world and your safety is Nazarick's first priority." He kept his eyes on the ground as to not offend his beloved leaders. Here he was, putting their skills into question by asking that they have an escort.

Momonga was ready to argue but Carissimi put her fingers to cover his mouth and implored him with her eyes to let her take the lead. Momonga merely nodded, allowing her to take the lead on this.

"You may rise Demiurge." She said, voice flowing like silk through Demiurge's ears. He felt a full body shudder run through him at her words as if she were using her "Command Mantra". Oh how wonderful that would be, to be under the full control of his lady. Would she bind him and keep him under her heel like she'd once promised? Or would she have him kneel as she entertained herself, seeing but unable to touch? Or would she be shy and coy, ordering him to be still as she took her time explor-

"Momonga and I are more than capable of taking care of ourselves, though your concern is touching." Carissimi continued, snapping Demiurge back to the present, a hand lifted in gesture towards the exit. "We will concede however and allow you to be our escort."

The demon wanted to be ashamed of his thoughts but couldn't as he felt pride fill his chest. Of course his lady would choose him to escort them on their first foray outside in this new world. What better escort than the Defensive Commander! This was obviously also a test. Why else would his lord be wearing armor and his lady none? They were allowing him to show his worth as a protector. Lady Carissimi must have offered herself as bait and the assignment.

His test was to protect their beloved healer and queen.

"Thank you for indulging my selfish desires and allowing me this chance to prove myself, my Supreme Ones." Demiurge said as he caught his lady's offered hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. He swore his fealty to her once again with the action and was pleased by the small smile she offered him.

Releasing her hand, the angel was set on the ground and allowed to stand now that they'd been caught. She kept the cloak wrapped tightly around her though as nerves and excitement bubbled within. They were finally going to see this new world! The three of them ascended the stairs and into the night under a wash of moonlight. The night sky beckoned to them and wordlessly, Momonga summoned a Flight Necklace and took the sky. Carisimmi watched as his armor became a speck amongst the stars and desired to join him. On instinct, she dropped the cloak and flexed her wings.

Demiurge watched in awe as the cloak fell to the ground, his lady's form reflecting the moonlight as the fabric was cast off. Her wings snapped open with powerful "Whoosh", every feather shimmering like a gold tipped pearl. With a single flap she launched herself like an arrow into the night, her hair coming undone from the force of the takeoff. Demiurge smirked as he changed into his imp form, his wings bursting from his back with the crunch of bones. The leathery appendages gave a quick cursory flap to dislodge any extra mucus before carrying him after his charges.

Demiurge was blessed by the image before him. The two remaining Supreme Beings floated above the clouds and looked at the world below them, the moon highlighting their radiance. Lord Monga was the dark of night, a mystery that Demiurge could never fathom to solve. And Carissimi…

She was Heaven and Hell trapped in the earth. Her dress flowed in the air around her like a personal Milky Way. Her hair swam behind her on the breeze as she gazed upon this new world, her eyes sparkling with the reflection of millions of stars.

"We can see so far with just the light from the moon and the stars…" Carisimmi whispered in awe. "Blue-Planet would have loved this, Momonga."

"The stars in the sky are glittering like a box of jewels." Momonga continued for the angel. Demiurge finally reached the two and cut off any other comments that may have followed. "I believe this world shines so that my lord and lady may adorn themselves with its riches." The demon said as both Supreme Beings turned to spare him a look. Carisimmi's head tilted as she turned her gaze back to the world, her next words setting off an unknowing chain reaction. "That may be true. We may have come to this world to obtain this box of treasure but I don't think we should hoard it to ourselves. Perhaps… this is so we may adorn Nazarick and our friends of Ainz Ooal Gown with these riches." She turned her head to look over her shoulder to look at Momonga and Demiurge. Her smile was wide and innocent, her eyes half lidded as she laughed the rest of her little speech. "Don't you agree Momonga."

Momonga chuckled a simple "Indeed" and returned silent. Demiurge bowed to his leaders and gazed at the world below. "If you wish it, we will use all the forces of Nazarick to obtain it for you." Momonga's response was slow to come but it did, his voice layered with humor.

"At this point, when we don't even know what exists outside our walls? But, well, taking over the word might be enjoyable."

Carissimi sighed dreamily and held her face to ears of the chill of the night, thoughts of exploration dancing through her head. "It would be nice to see the world at our feet…"

Demiurge stared in amazement at his lord and lady in amazement. One look and already they held grand plans of world domination. They were gods in Yggdrasil and planned to reestablish their position at the top here. Where they rightfully belonged. Hand across his heart, the imp dipped his head in reverence. "So mote it be!"

Great changes were coming to this new world.

Terrible but…

Great.

The three of them continued to watch the night sky when Carissimi suddenly dropped like a stone from the sky.

Carissimi was suddenly aware of the fact that she didn't actually know how to fly. These were muscles she was unfamiliar with the second she became aware… It was like breathing, automatic until you think about it. And she thought about her wings. The whole wind whipped past her and she spiraled like a bullet towards the ground. The ground came closer as she squeezed her eyes shut and hunched her shoulders in fear. The muscles her wing pulled reflexively and pulled her up from the ground, swooping upwards like a jet barely skimming a wall. The sudden rush of air beneath her wings can see her to hover for a moment, allowing her to realize that she'd scared Mare. The little elf was clutching his staff for all his worth and was drawn tighter than a bow string.

"Oh Mare!" She cries as she somehow manages to land gracefully next to him, her wings folding neatly against her back. Her heels click loudly against the stone as she approaches and squats as much as she can in her form fitting gown. She gently starts petting the boy's hair with one hand and cradles his cheek with the other to calm him. "I'm sorry if I scared you. I was out for a flight with Momonga and decided to say hello when I spotted you." She fibbed easily, not willing to admit that she remembered that she doesn't know how to fly.

"I-It's okay Lady Carissimi. Your concern is very touching though." Mate said with a blush as he quickly relaxed. Carissimi gently guided him into her arms to nuzzle against his hair and allow him to soak up her comforting aura. The angel stroked his hair in slow motions, her fingers trailing across the top of his ear occasionally. Carissimi looked out on the reshaped land with an appraising eye as she judged the boy's work. "You've been working very hard, haven't you Mare?" She said as the elf allowed himself to sink into her chest. He nodded in confirmation and hugged the Supreme Being.

Carissimi smiles and stands with him in her arms, gently swaying from side to side. So much work accomplished in so little time by one so small. He deserved this little reward, she thought as she rocked him and hummed a little lullaby. Mare was on the edge of sleep when Demiurge landed heavily behind them.

"Lady Carissimi!" He yelled on his landing, Mare and Carissimi jumping in surprise. The demon had been so worried when his charge suddenly dropped without warning. Was that been part of the test? Did he fail? Did she just want to see Mare? The questions zoomed around his head as he approached. "You mustn't do that Lady Carissimi! How can I escort you if you suddenly disappear like that!" His voice wasn't raised but the urgency was there. His lady had genuinely scared him. Carissimi stared at him with wide eyes as his face shrank and reshaped to his normal form. Her wings were tense and she held Mare tightly against herself. He almost missed it but her eyes flashed pink for a moment before returning to the swirling green she always had.

That little detail was filed away for later as Lord Momonga joined them. His lord approached Lady Carissimi and Mare with confidence and overlooked the hills now surrounding the tomb. "You've done good work Mare. I'm impressed at what you've accomplished in such little time." He praised. Mare's cheeks flushed as he squirmed in Lady Carissimi's arm. Demiurge was only slightly jealous of the young elf and his closeness to the Supreme Being. Obviously Lady Carissimi has a soft spot for children and felt the need to mother them, with Sephiroth and Karma still being children themselves. Her maternal instincts were strong and she just sought to comfort the normally high strung boy. Still, Demiurge felt just the smallest bits of jealousy rise watching him lean and rest upon their lady's breast.

"Thank you Lord Momonga. I've been working at it all day to make it look as natural as possible." Mare said as he tried to resist the need to hide his face in the angel's neck. Momonga nodded and stepped closer and held out a fist to the boy and spoke. "Your hard work and dedication is appreciated and shall be rewarded." His fist opened up to reveal a guild ring. "The floors of Nazarick are difficult to traverse when in a rush. As a Guardian, you should be able to move freely about your home and defend it to the best of your abilities." The elf blushed and stammered as Carissimi took it and put it on his finger for him. "Th-thank y-you Lord M-Monga!"

Carissimi gave a small chuckle and held Mare closer, her cheek resting on his blonde locks. The beat of wings signaled the arrival of Albedo as she landed, her heels giving off a dull "tap". She stood slightly behind and to the side of Momonga and smiled serenely. Not for the first time, Demiurge compared her to Lady Carissimi. But was it really fair to compare Albedo to a Supreme Being?

Nevertheless, the two winged beings locked eyes and a heavy feeling blanketed the area. It was no secret that Lady Carisimmi hated Lord Tabula and by extension, his creations. They'd all heard the whispers of the fight in her room that happened soon after the creation of Sephiroth and Karma. Albedo had wept when her creator abandoned them and Lady Carisimmi took charge of the NPCs. Lady Carisimmi spent the least of her time at the tomb in the throne room and by consequence, Albedo was left alone. The feelings of loneliness and worry grew as her new lady spent more time with the homunculus maids than her. What if she caused their lady to leave? That always hung in her mind like weight.

"My Supreme Ones, a pleasure to see you this fine night." Albedo said as she broke eye contact first and bowed. The tension immediately evaporated as her gaze lowered when she made a choked noise, her eyes landing on Mare's ring. Carisimmi paid them no mind as Momonga quickly placated the internally fuming succubus. She placed Mare on the ground and gently pet his hair. "You've done such a good job Mare. I think I should give you a reward as well." She said as she continued to pet him. "Is there anything you'd like?"

Mare just scuffed his boot and looked at his staff. Lady Carisimmi had already been so kind to him now she was asking him what he wanted. She was truly an amazing Supreme Being! "I'm fine Lady Carisimmi. Just your presence and hugs are enough!" He smiled at her.

Carisimmi blinked in shock but recovered quickly. Such a pure boy! "Is that so." She said as she folded her hands in front of herself. "Well, I guess I should cuddle you more often."

The angel laughed as Mare stammered and blushed decided to take mercy on him and stepped to the side. "It's late, Mare. Best be off to bed with you." The boy nodded and scurried off.

"Goodnight everyone!" He called before running through a "Gate".

Carisimmi smiled and turned to see Momonga vanish into thin air. Albedo screamed "OH YES!" to the heavens, forgetting that Carisimmi was still present. Carisimmi watched raised brows and a confused smile before turning to leave.

That was one jar of crazy she wasn't opening so late at night.

She walked briskly towards the entrance of the tomb without a word. Demiurge quickly caught up and joined her. "Allow me to escort you to your room, Lady Carisimmi." He said as he held out his arm for her to take. Carisimmi quickly weighed her options before taking his arm and linking their elbows. The tow descended into the tomb in a companionable silence.

Sebas had just finished putting away his mistress's now cleaned outfit in her closet and prepared her bath for the night with new rose petals when he heard the door open. Rushing to greet her, he was met with Demiurge kissing her hand. "Good night, Lady Carissimi. " The demon purred before standing to his full height. Lady Carisimmi blushed but said nothing as she walked backwards and bumped into the butler. "Ah, Sebas! How nice to see you." She said with a kind smile and moved into her room. "Thank you for everything you've done for me. Touch-Me would be proud." She called over her shoulder as Karma and Sephiroth emerged from their coffins. Demiurge was forced out of the doorway when Sebas moved to block his view of their lady. The two locked eyes as Sebas stepped out the room and closed the doors behind him.

"Lord Demiurge."

"Sebas."

The two stared each other down as they weighed the other's worth. Demiurge was a prideful demon and was confident with his position with his lady as a Floor smirked and stepped closer to boast about being her escort when it hit him. The smell of honeysuckles and plums clung to the butler like a second skin. "Why are you covered in Lady Carisimmin's scent?" The demon growled as a vein on his forehead bulged.

Sebas actually looked smug as he adjusted his gloves and answered. "It's none of your concern."

The atmosphere grew tense as the two continued to glare at one another. The halls were devoid of any maids as they men released their murderous energy on the other. Any words or blood that may have spilled in that hall was avoided when Karma opened the doors and bounced between them. Her smile was nothing but teeth as she snapped to get their attention.

"Now I know you two dont like each other but please do try to keep your posturing away from m'lady!" She said cheerfully and looked at them with the most disturbingly innocent expression they'd ever seen. The spirals in her eyes were spinning lazily as her gaze grew lidded with her next words.

"I'd hate to have to take a bite out of either of you should you upset her."

With that being said, she went back in the room and shut the door.

Karma bounced cheerfully to her coffin and stepped inside, the image of Demiurge and Sebas looking at her with apprehension a comforting while she would be getting a well rested sleep, Carisimmi would be plagued with nightmares. She'd toss and turn as the first natural sleep she had since her arrival to this new world brought memories of the old world.

"If I can't have you, no one can!"