And that is why I'll be officially on break for the next year! Thank you for your support!"

The camera's lights blinded her as she smiled for one last photo before wrapping up the interview. She'd been trying to hide the news for as long as possible but there was only so long before someone found out. Might as well make the announcement before it became a scand-

"SARA!"

Her head turned to see her older brother running towards her with a bouquet of blue and pink roses and a ridiculously large stuffed bear. The man was uniquely handsome with pale skin, bright blue eyes and full head of salt and pepper hair, his Asian and European features blending nicely. He easily towered over her 5'7 frame at a staggering 6'4. Her short, curly black hair and Afro-Asian features were a sharp contrast to his and confused most people when they found out the two were siblings.

"Why didn't you tell me?'

Sara Yamamoto, twenty-three year old international singer and actress and host of the Yggdrasil World Championships…

"I wanted to keep it under wraps, oniichan. You can't keep a secret from your wife to save your life and she loves to gossip. Im sorry."

Was six months pregnant.

"I don't think Carisimmi would appreciate you painting Snowflake pink and blue, Dez." Ulbert said as he took paint buckets from the shadow demon.

Momonga was logged into Yggdrasil and preparing a surprise party for Carissimi with Dez, Uldert and Peroroncino when Tabula ran in frantically and told them all to check the server chat rooms. Momonga sent a confused emoticon but did as told. All present stared in horror at the headlines plastered all over the board.

YGGDRASIL WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS POSTPONED AFTER ATTACK ON HOST

SARA YAMAMOTO ATTACKED BY CRAZED FAN OUTSIDE OF BRIDAL STORE

THE END OF THE QUEEN? STAR OF BOX OFFICE HIT "KILL ME BEFORE I DIE" ATTACKED IN WEEK AFTER RELEASE

FETUSES CARVED FROM IDOL'S WOMB IN BROAD DAYLIGHT

ACTRESS STABBED FROM BEHIND AND STOMACH SLICED OPEN TWO DAYS AFTER PREGNANCY REVEAL

"If I can't have you, no one can!" Last Words Yelled by Attacker as Singer Bleeds Out on Sidewalk.

Dez was the first to log out, followed by Peroroncino. Momonga was frozen in his spot as the other's followed and left the game. Carisimmi had been attacked? She lost the baby- no babies? How could this happen? Why did this happen?

Momonga finally managed to log out, leaving the maids and Sebas confused at why the party was abandoned in the middle of preparations.

Carisimmi awoke with a strangled gasp, her body covered in a cold sweat. She struggled to get off her stomach but the sheets over her wings held her down like a dead weight. She struggled to get out for what felt like hours when the sheets were pulled off and she was helped into a seated position. Carissimi gulped down greedy lungfuls of air as her eyes darted about. Sephiroth was kneeling behind and using his body to hold hers up, her wings spread limply as her body was forced to relax. Karma was petting her hair gently and guided the angel's face to look at her's. Carisimmi felt herself calming as she looked at the spirals slowly turned in pools of wine.

"It's okay, mlady." Karma said as she continued to pet her hair. "You are safe here within Nazarick." The three of them sat in their little as Carisimmi calmed down, their own little bubble where she was safe. Carisimmi tucked her legs close to her body and cried a little more when Sephiroth hugged her and accidentally brushed his hand against her stomach. The pain still lingered like a scar on her very soul even with this new body.

What feels like days but was only half an hour passed before Carismmi managed to drag herself out of bed. Her legs were shaky as she walked to her bathroom and stipped out of her silk night warm milk of her bath eased her body as she sunk beneath its depths and allowed the scent of roses to take her away from the memories. The statues were her only company, Sephiroth helping Karma choose something sensible for their creator to wear for the day.

Sephiroth walked through a pair of crystal doors with wrought iron handles and into a massive walk in wardrobe. Dozens of shelves made of a dark stained wood covered the walls, jewelry and shoes taking up all that space. Tiaras, necklaces, bracelets, the works sat upon black satin displays. Several mannequins sported body chains made of diamonds were scattered amongst the wearing opulent gowns. Several racks were filled to the brim with more dresses and outfits from "crossover" events. But the centerpiece of the room was a smoky gray mannequin wearing the World Championship Host's dress.

The dress was easily the most beautiful and valuable clothing item in all of Yggdrasil. A black, long sleeved bolero clung to the mannequin, the cuffs coming to a point at the middle finger. The sleeves had a raised surface that etched out the nine branches that traveled to a heavy black, gothic pendant connected by thin chains. The collar rose to just below the jawline, underneath an armored neck piece that extended like roots across the cheeks. The dress itself had a pure white bodice with a semi sweetheart neckline. The dress extended into two layers with an over skirt/train and the body of the dress. The main skirt flowed into a floor length trumpet skirt. The skirt faded into a shimmery gray that mimicked smoke when it moved, giving the illusion of walking through white fire. The over skirt extended into a twenty foot train that gradiated from white to a pitch black, the "Fall of Lucifer '' detailed into the skirt in negative with carefully crafted lace. The whole dress was covered in millions of microdiamonds that gave the illusion of moonlight on a starless night. The final touch was a black veil that covered the face and fell just below the chin held in place with a pair of black roses on either side of the head.

The dress had dozens of protective spells in it, able to tank an attack from a World Boss with barely any damage. The defense stats easily beat that of any World Champion armor. In Yggdrasil, hundreds had tried to steal or bribe the dress from the guild. Bid wars were constantly started amongst players, the highest offer having been one billion gold. This dress is the only of its kind and was held with same regard as the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown

The gown was stunning but went completely ignored. It was never worn and until his creator felt otherwise, never would be.

Instead, Sephiroth immediately went over to Karma and dragged her away from the lacey and see through dresses. He directed the smaller NPC towards some more reserved clothing choices and started looking in silence. Karma tried to sneak back to her previous selections but Sephiroth's tail wrapped itself loosely around her neck and pulled her back. The two continued their search, the time filled with Karma's idle chatter. Sephiroth finally found an appropriate dress and allowed Karma to find a pair of shoes. He exited the closet to see Carisimmi toweling her hair dry. The incubus laid the dress across a table and helped his mistress with her long tresses. Out of the braid, her hair fell just below her knees in soft waves. Sephiroth grabbed a brush from the vanity and started brushing as they waited for Karma to emerge from the closet.

Carisimmi felt herself further relax under his soothing ministrations, the gentle motions lulling her into a happy trance. This was nice. This was…

Safe.

The brushing stopped and her eyes slowly blinked open. Her eyes locked on the mirror before and for the first time she actually got a good look at her new form. Her hands slowly came up to touch her face and feel the smooth, unscarred surface of her knew this face well, she made it. But this was so surreal. For all its advancements, modern gaming still couldn't create accurate mirrors in games. At most would be an item that had a shiny surface and looked like a mirror but no reflections. So she never really took the time to stop and look at her character after she first made her.

But here she was, so beautiful and unflawed. It was almost unreal.

Her gaze traveled to her hair which Sephiroth had pulled back into an elegant but messy low bun with Juliet roses woven into it. The scent of the blooms was intoxicating and left here feeling lighter than before. Carisimi met Sephiroth's eyes in the mirror and smiled. "I see your garden has been doing well. These are lovely." She told him as his normally blank face lit up just slightly and he averted his gaze with a small blush. She laughed internally, only a little guilty about giving him the emotional understanding of an eggplant. Standing up, she turned to the dress that was picked for her and got ready for the day.

Putting on the dress, she was pleased with Sephiroth's choice. He managed to find one of the few dresses that weren't a white base but instead a platinum gray gown that could look white in certain lighting. The gown looked like it was a sheet that had been artfully sewn to her body with a corseted bodice that led into a floor length skirt. The material was ruched midthigh on the right, baring her leg and halo for the world to see. A pair of strappy gray stilettos had been chosen by Karma and once again, Carisimmi found herself unable to say no to the little girl. Carisimmi decided to forgo Harmonia and accepted the string of pink diamonds and matching earrings Karma had brought with the shoes. Giving an experimental twirl, Carisimmi smiled at her overall look. "You both did a wonderful job today." She said as she patted them both on the head, Karma preening under the attention while Sephiroth just shied and blushed. She Looked around the large room and an idea came to her.

"Karma. Sephiroth. I'm giving you two free roam of the Tomb." She said as she turned to leave the room. "This place is your home and you shouldn't be confined to just one room. Just remember to stay away from the 8th floor." She finished and stepped out into the hall before they could respond. Leaning back against the door, she sighed and was tempted to slide to the floor. That was neither dignified or proper so she didn't. Her stomach gave a small rumble and she laughed nervously at the sound.

"I guess I should eat some breakfast."

Summoning a royal persona, Carissimi walked towards the kitchens. She passed several maids and gave them a gentle smile and "Good morning" when they stopped to bow. Carissimi was just passing the entrance to the throne room when she heard it. It was barely there but she listened carefully. A soft hissing sound was coming from within. Slowly, she entered and walked down the aisle as she listened out for the sound again. Reaching the throne, she stopped and tried to find the noise again when a shadow looked over her.

She looked up to see white scales and black eyes. A massive snake slithered out from behind the throne, it's size easily dwarfing the seat. The snake was wide as Carissimi was tall and had length to match. It was pure white like her hair with a giant red bow around its neck. It's eyes were pitch black and seemed to pierce through her as it's face came close. It's tongue flicked out and it's maw opened, the inside an inky black with gleaming white fangs the length of Carissimi's arm. The angel stood still as the snake started to coil around her, letting it scent and hopefully recognize her.

Finally, the snake seemed to come to a des cocoon. Slowly, it brought its face close to her and…

Booped Carissimi.

"I love you too, Snowflake." Carissimi said as she laughed in relief and started scratching his scales. Snowflake was a giant, albino Black Mamba. Touch-Me had gifted her his egg after an event and she buffed up his stats and fed him potions till he reached his monstrous size. The snake had free roam of the 9th floor and appeared at random, a terrifying surprise for any invaders who may have managed to pass the 8th floor. His sheer size, speed and the potency of his venom made him extremely dangerous. The snake could also be rather temperamental, having always attacked Tabula for some reason when he still played. Momonga wasn't too fond of the snake as Snowflake could most often be found lounging on or around the throne to take his naps.

Snowflake hissed and flicked his mistress with his tongue before dragging her onto the throne. Carissimi was forced to sit on the massive seat and was trapped when the snake plopped his head on her lap.

It would seem breakfast would have to wait.

Demiurge was on a mission.

As the chosen escort of Lady Carissimi, it was his job to keep track and protect her. Lady Carissimi was powerful in her own right but Nazarick was still on alert and she was a healer, not a fighter. He would not fail his duty and protect his Supreme One.

So search he did, the archdemon searching the halls of the 9th floor for the missing angel. He'd gone to her room to escort her to breakfast and the Lord Momonga's office but she and her NPCs were there. He quickly backtracked towards the kitchens to search for her.

The main dining hall was empty when he entered so he quickly went into the staff dining hall. The maids chattered noisily amongst themselves as Demiurge searched the room for a familiar head of white or pink hair. After a few minutes, he spotted a head of pink amongst a sea of maids. The demon stalked towards Sephiroth's table to hopefully question him on the whereabouts of his mistress.

Sephiroth ate his meal of scones and tea quietly, taking small sips of his cup of Earl Gray as he ignored the maids surrounding him. The females fawned over him and while it made him uncomfortable, he ignored it as he knew that it was a combination of his incubus allure and manners that made them flock. Sephiroth knew he was handsome, his somewhat effeminate features putting him in the maid's ranking for "Top 10 Beautiful NPCs".

"Lord Sephiroth, how is your garden doing?" A blonde maid asked him, her head resting on her palm as she waited for his answer. The incubus tilted his head slightly to the side and with a proud smile, produced a vial of clear liquid. The maids squealed at his answer. Putting away the vial, Sephiroth watched curiously as the maids stood as one and bowed to a figure behind him. Turning in his seat, he spotted Demiurge making his way towards him. He swung his legs over the bench and stood in one fluid motion. The maids were awed by his grace as the incubus stared down the approaching demon. Demiurge stopped in front of Sephiroth and smirked as he greeted the younger.

"Good day, Sephiroth." He said, holding eye contact with the teen. Sephiroth just raised his brows marginally in response.

"He wants to know what you're doing here, Demiurge." Karma quipped from behind a mountain of food. She'd been previously invisible with Sephiroth being fawned over but quickly stood out as she was his voice. Demiurge glanced at her with a hint of amusement before turning to her.

"I have come to inquire about the whereabouts of Lady Carissimi." He said as he watched the child scarf down a bowl of bacon. She looked slightly disappointed by the selection but continued to eat nonetheless. "M'lady left her room early this morning after giving us free roam of the tomb." She took a bite out of a stack of pancakes and made a curious face before shrugging and moving onto a muffin. "Haven't seen her since."

Sephiroth rolled his eyes and walked away with a flip of his hair. He glared at Demiurge as he departed, the maids parting for him easily. Demiurge watched the normally aloof male with slight confusion at the sudden change in attitude. Karma poked curiously at the abandoned scones and explained, "He's mute, not invisible. You immediately turned your conversation to me when I spoke so now he's a little miffed."

Demiurge nodded in understanding, watching Sephiroth exit the dining hall towards the entrance to the 7th floor. "I'll be sure to apologize for my slight later. But for now, I must locate Lady Carisimmi and escort her about the tomb." Karma just nodded and licked curiously at a lemon slice and hissed at the taste.

As Demiurge departed, he missed the whispers amongst the maids.

"Lords Demiurge and Sephiroth are so handsome! I ship it."

"But isnt Lord Sephiroth asexual and aromantic?"

"We can still ship it!"

"Yeah! It's non-canon anyway and Lord Demiurge is in another ship."

"Eh? Another...ship?"

It'd been 15 minutes and Demiurge still hadn't located the angel. He was becoming anxious that she might have left to explore unaccompanied. The demon finally looking in the throne room was met with an awe inspiring scene.

His lady was perched proudly on the Throne of Kings with the Great White Death, Snowflake, wrapped around the throne and at her feet. The throne was obviously too big and dwarfed her size but she struck such a powerful image of beauty and power.

"Of course." Demiurge thought as he approached the throne. "Lady Carisimmi wishes to claim her spot as a leader of Nazarick but she was never given a throne! How can we have a queen but no place for her to rule from!"

Demiurge walked closer to the throne so he could properly greet the Supreme Being but gave pause when Snowflake cracked open an eye and flicked his tongue out. The snake turned his head to stare down the demon and slowly rose above him. Demiurge remained still as to not offend Lady Carisimmi's favored pet. She allowed much leeway with the beast and its attacks on Lord Tabula. The snake was a vessel of her anger and must be shown due caution.

Carisimmi had fallen asleep but was awoken by the removal of Snowflake's weight from her lap. She straightened in her seat quickly as she watched the snake rear back to strike. Her eyes darted fearfully to the target, Demiurge. This isn't a game anymore. NPCs might not be able to be resurrected like before. She couldn't allow him to die by the actions of her pet! Purely by instinct, she threw her hand out out shouted,

"GUARDIAN SHIELD!"

A golden dome materialized around the demon just as the snake struck, his fangs hitting the shield with a shriek. Carisimmi lifted her skirt and ran over to the demon and Snowflake's head. The dome dissipated into golden ash as she reamed into the snake. "BAD SNOWFLAKE! BAD BOY! NO MORE ATTACKING ALLIES! THAT IS AN ORDER!" She yelled and bopped the snake on his nose for extra measure. She looked him in the eyes and Snowflake released a forlorn hiss before slithering up a pillar and out of sight. The angel huffed and turned to Demiurge quickly.

"Are you alright Demiurge?" She asked as she ran her hands over his body to check for any injuries. Her hands came up to his cheeks and turned his head to and from to assess any possible damage. Finding none, the angel hugged the demon. Demiurge felt pride and something else bubble beneath his skin at his lady's obvious concern for his well being. He could have easily avoided the attack but Lady Carissimi had deigned to defend him and discipline her beloved pet for him. Obviously, this meant that Lady Carisimmi favored him.

"I'm fine Lady Carisimi. Your worries are appreciated but unneeded." He purred, the feeling of her pressed tightly against him heavenly. Carissimi let go as though she were burned as her position dawned on her. She quickly composed herself and straightened her back, trying to look imposing even though Demiurge towered over her. Demiurge chuckled and offered his arm to Carisimmi with a slight bow. "I have come to escort you to Lord Momonga's office. He wishes to speak with you." Carisimmi accepted the arm and allowed him to guide her out the throne room when she paused.

"Ah, I still haven't had breakfast." She said morosely as her mind conjured a full western breakfast. Oh how she craved a piece of carrot cake at the moment…

"No need to worry Lady Carissimi." Demiurge said as he discreetly waved over a maid. "I shall have a meal brought up for you in Lord Momonga's office."

Caissimi sighed but conceded to that and they continued in their little walk to Momonga's office.

"I guess I can wait a little longer." She sighed. "But I must apologize again for Snowflake."

She released the demon's arm to stand in front of him, halting them in the middle of the hall. "I allowed Snowflake to attack Tabula as he pleased due to my animosity towards him. That behavior obviously has grown out of control if he thinks he can attack a Floor Guardian."

Carissimi was ashamed to admit that she never bothered to correct the snake's settings when she realized that she removed Tabula from his list of allies. She found the glitch amazing and allowed the snake to torment the brain eater as he pleased. Now he was attacking the others and it was all her fault. Before it was just a game, no true consequences. But they were real now and she couldn't hurt someone so callously.

"M'lady, it's quite alright." Demiurge said as he watched the angel seem to fold in on herself with shame and guilt. What a softhearted queen he had, to worry about him when it is he who should be caring for her. "I entered unannounced and Snowflake saw fit to punish my ineptitude."

"But it wasn't ineptitude!" Carisimmi said forcefully. The memories came rushing back to her: The pain, the humiliation…

The loss.

They all watched with their cameras out as she lost everything. No one helped. So how could she not worry when she could help. She coulndt sit back and watch someone get hurt like they did.

"It wasn't ineptitude…" She whispered and stepped closer to Demiurge. Her head was lowered as she placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled. The devil fell to his knees easily, reverence filled him as she drew him close. Her hands guided his head to rest on her chest, his ear pressed to her heart.

"I swear to you Demiurge. You and every soul under my rule, I will protect until this heart of mine stops beating." She vowed. Her hands released their hold and allowed Demiurge to look up at her face. Demiurge gently took those hands, so small and delicate, and raised them to his lips. "And I vow to protect you in turn, m'lady. Not even the cold, hard earth could keep me away." He whispered against her fingers. "I would claw my way back to you for Heaven and Hell are mere words to me. I'd let this world burn before I let you be harmed." He finished and kissed her fingertips.

Momonga waved his hands over the Mirror of Remote viewing as he attempted to use it to view the outside world. He'd wanted to wait for Carisimmi but she was taking too long.

"At least she's not in bed with Sebas again…"

"That sounded so wrong in my head!"

Momonga finally managed to bring the mirror over a village when Carisimmi arrived. The angel had Demiurge on her arm and the demon couldn't look happier. A pink rose was pinned to his lapel and looked so odd to Momonga. Carisimmi let go of his arm and walked over to Momonga, giving a gentle smile to Sebabs. "Good morning, Sebas." She said before turning to look over Momonga's shoulder at the mirror.

Sebas took note of the roses in his lady's hair and the one pinned on Demiurge's jacket. The demon smirked athe butler and made a show of removing the flower to smell it before putting it back on his jacket. In turn, Sebas casually adjusted his tie and brushed his knuckles against the diamond feather pinned to his own jacket. Demiurge's eyebrow twitched as the two glared at each other, sparks practically flying between them.

They went unnoticed as Carisiimi and Momonga managed to zoom the mirror in on the village. Carisimmi watched in horror as defenseless men and women were slaughtered. They stood no chance against the soldiers attacking them. "We should help them." Carisimmi said, crowding closer to the mirror. The view locked in on a girl and her sister running through a forest. Carisimmi's eyes were narrowed as she watched the elder be struck from behind by a soldier. The soldiers appeared to be laughing at her pain.

Momonga shook his head. "It is not our place." He said as he looked at her. He wanted to list all the reasons when he saw Sebas behind her. His mind flickered back to the first meeting between him, Touch-Me and Carisimmi.

"Saving someone who is in trouble is common sense!"

Carisimmi's eyes had swirls of pink as she held her tongue. How desperately she wanted to argue but she knew she had no real grounds. She still couldn't perform any of her spells on command and flight was a bit iffy. And it would do no good for them to not be a united front before their subjects. She couldn't get ma-

"Sebas, Demiurge. We're going to this village." Carissimi stopped her internal brooding as the lich stood. She stepped to the side a bit to allow Momonga space to summon the Staff of Ooal Gown. "Raise the security level of Nazarick to maximum."

The two bowed and replied "Yes."

"Tell Albedo and Sephiroth to join us, fully armed." He said as his gaze turned back to the mirror, the soldier now kicking and taunting the girls. "Send a few soldiers who are skilled in stealth or have invisibility."

"Understood."

Momonga finally looked back to Carisiimi and knew that he'd made the right decision. He put a hand on her shoulder and looked her in the eyes. "I will pay back my debt to you and your brother."

Enri held back her tears as she shielded her sister. "Its okay Nemu. I've got you." She rasped as she grew weaker. THe vows suddenly stopped and she could hear the horrified gasps of the at them, she saw their eyes locked behind her. She turned her head to see a swirling black and purple mass. Her breath hitched and blood ran cold as a giant skeleton in black robes stepped out. His hand was still in the portal but slowly followed as he helped the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen out. Enri felt her heart stop at the sight of the magnificent wings on her back.

"Am I dead? Is that Death here to claim my soul and an angel to guide me to heaven?"

The skeleton held out his hand and made a squeezing motion.

"Grasp Heart."

Carisimmi watched in morbid fascination as blood dripped from Momonga's hand before disappearing as quickly as it appeared. The knight dropped to the floor dead while his companion shook in his place. "M-monster!" He screamed as he held his sword in defense. Carisimmi scowled as Momonga stepped up to the knight. "Monster?" She laughed humorlessly. "You can attack defenseless women and children but when faced with someone different from you, you cower?"

Momonga stared down the knight, Carisimmi's words mirroring his thoughts exactly. "I went through the trouble of coming all the way out here. I'll have you all assist me with my tests."

Enri watched as the other Knight was struck down with a stream of lightning, the display of magic frightening and amazing. She gave a weak gasp when the corpse suddenly was covered in a black miasma and transformed into a disturbing skeletal knight. "Death Knight." Death commanded. "Kill all the knights attacking the village."

The angel was blank faced throughout the entire altercation, her beautiful face unmoving as she watched the reaper work. Her eyes suddenly turned to Enri and her sister, her lips quirking into a gentle smile. "It's impressive, isn't it?" She asked softly, her soothing voice dissipating all the tension in Enri's body. The portal rippled as two more beings arrived. The first was undeniably female, their slender form covered in beautiful black armor as she wielded a matching battle ax. The second was also feminine, tall and slim. Enri assumed they were female from the high heeled boots and graceful steps, their face hidden behind a black plague doctor's mask. A purple hood was drawn over their head with a pair of horns sticking out of the top.

"The preparations took some time. I apologize." The armored woman said. The reaper turned his head to her and spoke. "No. You're timing was perfect, Albedo."

Carisimmi decided now was a good time to heal the girls since Sephiroth had arrived. Kneeling before them, she beckoned the incubus over. "Hello girls. My name is Carissimi Licentia and this is Sephiroth." The incubus joined his creator on the ground and offered a slight bow to the humans. "He has something that can help you feel better." Sephiroth produced a bright red potion and held it out to the elder girl. "Bl-blood?" She stammered eyes darted between Carissimi, Sephiroth and the vial. "I'll drink it but my sist-" The girl started when her sister cut her off. "Big sis! No!"

Albedo was quick to raise her axe, rage and disgust filling her being. "You filthy lower life forms!" She screeched and prepared to cleave the humans in half. Carisimmi raised a hand to the succubus and commanded her to stop. "Wait, Albedo! They are but children and are not at fault. No need to rush things." She took the vial and looked the younger girl in the eyes. "This is a healing potion. Now, Sephiroth can treat your sister without magic but their is no guarantee that she will survive the extent of her wounds." Sephiroth nodded in agreement and pulled out a roll of bandages for emphasis. "If I give her this however, she will be just fine. It's magic. Do you know what magic is?"

The little girl nodded and released her sister's hand. Gingerly, she took the potion and drank it. Sephiroth stood and helped Carissimi up as the potion took effect, healing all the girl's injuries and repairing her clothes. "Since you know what magic is, this makes things easier to explain." Carisimmi said as she took a risk and attempted to cast a spell. "Guardian Shield!"

A golden dome surrounded the girls, their eyes wide open with wonder. Carisimmi mentally breathed a sigh of relief at not making a fool of herself. "This shield will protect you from anything intended to harm you while you're inside. As long as you stay here, nothing can touch you." She said as Momonga stood next to her, Sephiroth moved back to stand with Albedo. He tossed two small horns into the shield and watched the elder inspect them. "I leave you these just in case. If you blow them, an army of goblins for you to command shall appear. Use it to protect yourselves." Without another word, Momonga turned to leave, Carissimi right beside him and the b=guardians following closely.

"U-um! Thank you!" The elder sister called as she clutched her sister closes. "I'm sorry to ask but are you not the Grim Reaper? What's your name sir?"

Carisimmi wanted to answer but Momonga seemed puzzled. "My name?" He mumbled under his breath. His grip on the staff as he thought for a moment before turning dramatically. "You would do well to remember my name. I am Ainz Ooal Gown, ruler alongside Carissimi Licentia of the Great Tomb of Nazarick."

With another dramatic turn, Momo- Ainz turned away and walked towards the village. Carissimi raised a brow questionably but said nothing, following the lich out the forest. They walked out of sight of the girls when Ainz stopped, the rest of them pausing to watch him. "What's wrong, Momo-Ainz?" Carissimi asked as she folded her hands in front of her.

"Those girls were scared by my appearance. She thought I was Death." He said, equipping a bright red mask with green designs and gauntlets to hide his face and hands. Closing his cloak to cover his ribs, he continued. "It may be best to hide our inhuman features in order to ease the villagers fears." Going into his inventory, Ainz summoned a heavy black cloak and handed it to Carissimi. "We don't know how they would react to an angel. Even if you would be considered a good omen to some, right now you might seem an omen of doom."

Nodding, Carissimi threw the cloak over her shoulders to cover her wings. The cloak formed an unattractive hump though. Focusing on the muscles in her back and wings, she pulled them tight against her back. It was uncomfortable but she would live. "Well, how do I look?" She asked with a playfully flirty tone. Ainz gave a slight chuckle before tapping their space above her head. A slight ringing noise appeared and she looked up at the halo he was taping. "Oh, that does stand out." She said worriedly as she pulled the halo down and willed it to stop floating. It took a moment, but Carissimi managed to get it to stay around her head like a circlet.

Albedo watched the scene with jealousy. Lord Ainz was being so kind and gentle to Lady Carissimi. The angel was even flirting with her beloved! He gifted her a cloak instead of having her summon one of her own! Was Lady Carissimi actually interested in Lord Ainz? Did she actually love him?! Lady Carissimi said she wasn't but she could've changed her mind! Or was she trying to seduce her beloved?!

Albedo wanted to know what was going on between the two of them and how to get in between it. Lord Momonga wanted her to love him devotedly and wholeheartedly, so surely he must share her feelings. He even asked to feel her breast. There had to be something.

Right?

Carisimmi and Ainz were blind to Albedo's plight as they continued on towards the village. Their small party exited the forest and could hear the screams of the soldiers as they were taken out by the Death Knight. Carisimmi knew she should feel distured by the merciless slaughter, but she could only feel satisfaction as the filth was culled. Her head tilted with slight amusement as she heard a voice beg and plead for help, promises of wealth dribbling from his lips as he was stabbed repeatedly. "Disgusting." She said with an elegant sneer. "Judgement has been served and they think there will be mercy." Her eyes were cold as they got closer, her mind obviously made. Ainz was shocked by her words, the female usually had an issue with excessive cruelty and force. Was this the effects of her new angelic status? Did her racial features make her tolerant of this as long as justice was served in her eyes? His mind travelled to her character's backstory and he wondered if that was further influencing her behavior.

Deciding to speak with her later, Ainz allowed the Death Knight to behead one more knight before calling it off. "Death Knight! That's enough!"

All eyes turned to the sky, fours figures floating above the village. Carisimmi now having a gentle and satisfied smile on her face descended first. Her voice carried across the village like a river of silk as she spoke. "A pleasure to make your acquaintances. My name is Carisimmi Licentia. And this is Ainz Ooal Gown." Her eyes gained a dangerous glint suddenly, Sephiroth standing a little straighter at her next words.

"What's this ruckus we've been hearing?"

Her eyes took on a pink sheen as she walked towards the soldiers. Ainz allowed her to take the lead for now, curious to what she'd do. The angel walked in the middle of their group and stopped in front of one, cupping his jaw. "I asked a question." She cooed, glaring at him as they refused to answer. The soldier panicked and moved to draw his blade to stab Carisimmi. His body was tossed back as he clutched his bleeding throat. The man attempted to scream but all that came were strangled gurgles as his slit throat bubbled and sizzled with poison that ate away at the skin. Sephiroth was standing in a perfect t-stance before his creator, flicking the blood and excess poison from his blade. Carisimmi sighed and spoke loudly, her voice clear with irritation.

"Leave and tell your owners of the power of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Let them know that this village falls under our protection."

The soldiers quickly retreated, tripping and yelling as they made their escape. Carisimmi barely held back her wings from exploding open to give chase and finish doling out punishment. Carisimmi jumped at her thirst for vengeance, spooked by these new feelings. What was happening to her?

Carisimmi turned back to the gathered villagers. As her gaze fell on them, they dropped to their knees in gratitude and fear. Ainz walked over to her and laid a hand on her lower back to guide her closer to them. One of the men, the village chief she assumed, spoke up. "Um, pardon me, sir and ma'am, but why have you come here?"

"I'll take it from here." Ainz "Messaged" her and stepped forward..

"We could not stand by as innocent people were hurt. Call it a… moral obligation." Ainz continued to walk closer. "Be at ease, this village is under my protection."

His words were meant to calm them but the villagers were still apprehensive. Ainz looked at their faces of fear then back towards Sephiroth and the Death Knight. Those two had already established themselves as deadly and did little to help assuage any fears. Perhaps…

"I don't do this kind of work for free though." Ainz said, going out on a limb and hoping this worked. "We expect to be compensated." The villagers relaxed and murmured amongst themselves. Their suspicions and fear evaporated after he asked for payment. This was the perfect opportunity to learn more about this world. "I have a few questions I'd like answered." He asked the chief. The elderly man stood and nodded, assisting his wife up while answering their saviour. "Of course, sir. Just follow me." The chief's eyes darted towards Carisimmi. "Will your wife be joining us?" He asked.

"MY WIFE?!" Momonga yelled internally.

The skeleton sputtered to himself for a second before regaining his composure. "There's been a misunderstanding. Lady Carisimmi may rule by my side, but we are not married. She is my… sister." He said, unsure what other title would work without causing rumors and theories to fly among the villagers once they left. He'd have to discuss that with her as well. "No, she will help with your injured." He said, beckoning his party over. "Carissimi and Sephiroth, if you could heal the injured that would be appreciated. Albedo, guard the door while I speak with the chief."

"Yes, m'lord." Albedo said while Sephiroth bowed. "Of course, Ainz." Carisimmi said sweetly. "Come along, Sephiroth."

Carisimmi turned and walked back to the gathered villagers. She put on the kindest face she could and clapped her hands together loudly to get their attention. All eyes were on her and Sephiroth.

"I can help treat your wounds but I need everyone's cooperation." She said loudly. "If I you can organize yourselves into groups based on life threatening to minor injuries, that would be really helpful." The villagers moved quickly, the able bodied carrying the most injured to one side before moving back to their own group. Carissimi surveyed them and went to the critical group. The first was a boy with a missing eye, blood flowing freely from the closed socket. Carisimmi swallowed thickly and kneeled before him. "This may feel a bit odd, but bare with me."

She held out a hand and prayed this worked.

"Healing Touch."

Her fingers lightly touched the boy's forehead, a magic seal appearing at her fingertips. The empty space filled out and the blood disappeared. The boy blinked his eye rapidly, the eye turning from foggy to a muddy brown. Carisimmi laughed and gently patted his head in relief that it worked. Healing Touch was a 5th tier healing spell, she actually managed to cast a spell on the first try. Over at the minor injuries group, Sephiroth was using a first tier healing spell alongside a first aid kit and salves to deal with injuries. Carisimmi created him as a support for Karma and gave him basic healing capabilities. This was the first he was using them though. The incubus and angel worked silently until the galloping of hooves caught their attention. Healing the last of the villagers, Carisimmi ordered them into their homes.

Gazef rode at a breakneck pace towards Carne Village, hoping that he'd make it. His fellow knights were tailing him as they raced towards the village, kicking up a storm as they closed the distance. Reaching the village, Gazef was surprised to see only two forms. One was masked and unarmed, the eyes of the mask unnerving him. The other was easily the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. The Golden Princess paled in comparison to her beauty, with snow white hair and an exotic skin tone that stood out amongst her backdrop. Her eyes looked like swirling pools of green magic, piercing through his soul. Her gray dress made it a little difficult to focus on her face, his eyes wishing to linger on her ample breast or that long leg that was bared for the world to see.

Gazef remained respectful though, dismounting his horse and approaching the duo. In the distance he could see two more figures in black coming towards them. Reaching the mysterious figures, Gazef noted how he towered over the dainty female. "Good day, I am Warrior Captain Gazef Stronoff. I am in pursuit of a band of killers who've been slaughtering villages throughout the kingdom." Looking around, he saw villagers peering through their windows at their interactions. "But it seems that you've already taken care of them." He said, noting the damage and dead soldiers. It was obvious something was amiss but he waited before passing judgement. "May I have your name?"

Carisimmi smiled in amusement at the man's manners and offered a hand to shake. "I am Lady Carissimi Licentia and this is my escort, Sephiroth. A pleasure." She said. Gazef took her hand, but instead of shaking it, she turned it over to place a respectful kiss on the back. Carisimmi slightly blushed under the attention of the handsome male. Her dating life was nonexistent back in IRL and she knew that her new body was attractive but she was still surprised by these little gestures, especially since it came from someone outside of Nazarick. "As flattering as this is, I must confess that I wasn't the one to save this village. I merely healed the wounded." She said, pretending that the kiss didn't faze her.

"It was I."

Gazef looked up to the tower of a man behind Carissimi. "My Death Knight killed the majority of the invading knights. Sephiroth did kill one that made a move against his mistress though." The man said as he stood next to the angel and placed a possessive hand on her shoulder. Was this his wife? He hoped he hadn't disrespected the man by touching his wife in such a manner. "I am Lord Ainz Ooal Gown."

"How may I be of assistance?"

Momonga stood before a hoard of angel summons with Carisimmi at his side. Albedo Sephiroth stood on either side of them and watched their Supreme Ones communicate with the lower life forms. "Offer your life to me with no resistance and your death shall be painless." Ainz said as he stared at the human in charge of the attack. "Such big words from a simple magic caster and his whore." Nigun called out across the field. Carisimmi brushed the insult with a raised brow and rolled eye. "Have the angels attack!" He yelled, thrusting his hand out with the command.

Ainz easily subdued the two angels, his hands driving them into the ground and turning them to dust. The speed of their attacks caused Carisimmi's clock to fly away and expose her wings. Nigun's eyes widened at the sight of them. "Halt your attacks!" He yelled. He studied her for but a moment before an idea came to him. "You, woman? You are a female angel, correct?" Carisimmi looked at him with suspicion but answered. "Yes. The last one as far as I know. What of it. In need of a prayer?" She asked mockingly. She wanted this day to be over and was ready for Ainz to finish doling out punishment. He was going to die anyway so no point in lying.

"I'll make you a deal , Ainz. Give me the angel and I will let you live." Nigun said, confidence filling his voice.

"What?" Ainz said, his voice full of offense. Carisimmi was frozen at the request. Why did he want her?

"She is a female angel. She can be of use and breed new angels for the Sunlight Scripture." Carisimmi's blood boiled with every word that fell from his lips. "As the last female, she must have some kind of strength. Her womb will be of great use to our goals. And," Nigun lipped his lips as his eyes locked on her chest. "If she is unable to carry, then she can worm the beds of our nobles. Any man would want her in their bed."

All the stress that had been building up over the past two days suddenly exploded as Carissimi felt her anger take control.

"How dare you!" She roared as she was enveloped in black flames. Her wings were burned away under the intense heat of the hellfire, her back arching as a massive tail of bones appeared from the flames. Her pupils turned to pools of pinks and purples, the sclera a pale teal. A pair of horns burst from her hair, a gradient of black to teal to white not unlike Sephiroth's. Her long hair turned pink, the roses bursting to flames then ash as the locks flew freely. The halo on her head started to float again and grew thorns. Her dress was transformed completely, the material turning dark red. The dress shifted to become a floor length turtleneck with no back or sleeves. A pair of black thigh high highs appeared with a pair of red pumps with a steel toe.

"You dare think you can have me! And use me! I AM NO ONES!" The memories of her attack blended with Nigun's words. Columns of hellfire erupted from the massive cracks in the ground, killing all the angels and summoners. "YOU CANNOT HAVE ME!" She screamed when Nigun sent the angel next to him after her. She caught it's mace with one hand and allowed the flames to crawl over her arm and devour the being. "I WILL DESTROY ANYONE WHO DARES THINK ME A POSSESSION!" Her rage blinded her to all the things around her as Nigun summoned his final angel in desperation. She only wanted him to die. Die! DIE!

"Summon Blades!"

The halo above her head expanded to the size of a shield and floated behind her. Suddenly, dozens of silver blades shot from the circle and shredded the angel to bits. Carisimmi stalked over to the frozen man, his pleads for mercy falling on deaf ears. She grabbed him by the throat and held him close, vindictive glee filling her eyes at the fear in his eyes. That was what she wanted: his fear. The sight of it made her blood sing, the need torture him strong. How long could she drag out his screams as she skinned him. She wanted to nail him to a cross and remove his bones one by one, leaving his jaw for last so he could keep screaming and begging for death as stasis spells kept him alive and conscious. She wanted him to suffer and never know peace again. She gently cood and wiped away the tears leaking from his eyes. She would enjoy-

A hand dropped on her shoulder. Carissimi was ready to kill whoever had touched her when someone spoke. "Carisimmi, calm down." Ainz said as he held her wrist and relaxed the hand holding Nigun.

"Don't let your rage make you do something you'll regret." Ainz said in her mind. Carisimmi gasped and opened her hand. The man dropped to the ground and gasped for air. She immediately shifted back to her angelic form, all that rage leaving her like a deflating balloon. Her chest heaved and her hair was disheveled as she tried to compose herself. The horns were still present and her eyes still pink though, darting everywhere but Nigun. Her gaze fell on Sephirtoh and she knew what would make him go away and still satisfy her need to torture him. "Sephiroth…Get what you can out of him then give him to Karma."

"I think she'd appreciate the snack."

Demiurge and Sebas had been watching the entire time on the Mirror of Remote Viewing.

They both felt their anger rise at the human's disgusting proposal and wished to defend their gentle mistress's image but she dealt with it herself. Carisimmi's display of power was nothing short of impressive. They finally witnessed their lady's legendary wrath. Her demonic form was the embodiment of the beauty of hell. Sebas found himself unable to look away as she changed, both forms absolutely stunning. Demiurge, however…

Demiurge could feel his body trying to react, arousal filling his veins at the sight of that demonic visage. His mistress was beautiful in her angelic form but her demonic form just called to his mating instincts on a new level. Never had he seen her be so deliciously cruel and how he wanted to lay himself at her feet. Images of her tail wrapped around his whilst in the throes of passion filled his mind. He wanted to explore every bone and how it connected to her body close and personal. Taste her blood and lick every drop of sweat from her sweat as she rode him to completion. He'd gladly let her use his body as she pleased and then some. His heart wanted to beat out of his chest as he fell in love and lust with the Queen of Hell.

Sebas was glaring judgmentally and the demon when a "Gate" opened and Lady Carisimmi stepped out. They both bowed to her as she appeared, her body full of tension. "Welcome back, Lady Carissimi." They said in unison. The still partially transformed angel said nothing and left. Sephiroth came through next, dragging a paralyzed Nigun behind him by the leg. The man's face dragged across the floor as he watched the inhumans with fear in his wide eyes. Sephiroth removed his mask and handed it to a present maid, his face full of emotion for once: disgust. Demiurge looked at the human and back to the teen dragging him. "Is this the work of your poisons?" He asked as he bent to inspect the filth. Sephirtoth nodded in agreement and nudged Nigun with his boot when he whimpered in fear.

"I assume this is only temporary as Karma enjoys when her meat tenderizes itself with struggles." Demiurge asked as he straightened back up and continued his conversation. Sephiroth nodded again and held up a clear vial before pocketing it again and leaving, Nigun whimpering as he was dragged to his doom.

Finally, Lord Ainz arrived. The Supreme Being said nothing as he and Albedo stepped through. He walked straight to his desk and sat down, holding his head in though. A few seconds passed when he looked to Sebas. "Sebas, go check on Carissimi. She hasn't changed into her demonic form in years and I don't know how she's handling it."

With a bow, the head butler went to do his lord's bidding. "Of course, m'lord."

The butler moved briskly towards Lady Carisimmi's room. The door was closed but he let himself in. Neither Sephiroth or Karma were present, probably with the human somewhere else. Sebas's eyes scanned the room, locking on a pile of fabric at the bathroom door. The butler stepped over the dress and let himself into the bathroom, his eyes closed as he entered.

"Lady Carissimi?" He called as he listed for her.

"Sebas…" She called before he heard a soft splash. "Come here."

The butler followed the sound of her voice and stopped at the edge of the bath. "Kneel." She said, her voice tired. Sebas kneeled and felt wet hands touch his face under his eyes. "Look at me, Sebas." Carisimmi commanded softly, her voice weak. Sebas opened his eyes and saw her soaking wet form. Her body trembled with exhaustion as she looked tiredly at him. All sense of modesty had left her as she tried to forget her earlier actions. Softly, she asked the butler to do something for her.

"Bathe me?"

Sebas fought the blush that wanted to erupt on his face. His mistress was giving him permission to see and touch her in such a vulnerable position. His eyes locked on her as she slowly stopped touching him and let him decide what he was going to do. He could easily call a maid to do this but she asked him to do it. Slowly, Sebas removed his gloves and rolled up his sleeves. Silver scales dotted his skin randomly and caught the light, looking like tiny mirrors.

"Of course, m'lady."

"Forgive me, Lord Touch-Me."