Dez101; HUlllO! How art thou? Good? Goooooood. So here's the update. Alsom I use song Lyrics as chapter titles if you didnt notice. Yeah, these songs are what I listen to when I write if you wanna give em a listen of get in my head... eheheh... But any way I have a challene for you! Can you guess what Karma is? I hope so lol. But you can probably guess from the drawings of her... But yeah I have art of them on my Twiiter for you guys ( mobile . twitter Desteny Dez 101 ) Just remove the spaces for the link! Imma just let you rad now...

Chapter Title: But if the world was ending, you'd come over, right?

The Tomb was abuzz with excited chatter and hurried movements. The newer members were especially excited. Carissimi Licentia, one of the original nine, the strongest angel and only nephilim in all of Yggdrasil and the only healer in the guild was returning from her international tour in IRL!

She'd been inactive in the game for almost four months and had missed out on a lot of changes. One of those changes being the addition of a new NPC.

Sebas watched as the meeting hall was filled with the presence of the Supreme Beings. His creator, Lord Touch Me, was particularly cheerful. Sebas had only been created two months prior but he'd seen the presence and power his creator wielded as easily as one breathed countless times. The man was composed and proud at all times, even when arguing with Lord Ulbert. But right now…

"My sister is coming back after all this time!" Touch Me cheered over his mic excitedly.

If there were ever a perfect example of the "little sister complex", it was Touch Me. Unlike Bukubukuchagma and Perorocorocino, the Carisimmi and Touch Me got along very well. The two were more often than not seen together and always shared such loving conversations. Touch Me doted on his little sister, the twelve year distance making her forever a baby in his eyes. Touch Me had even crafted an NPC that permanently resides on the eighth floor just for her.

There'd been whispers that the unknown NPC was one of the strongest NPCs and could only be summoned by Carisimmi's demon form. Something about "perfectly fitting her backstory".

"Ah, Sebas! There you are!"

Sebas turned and bowed to his creator as the man approached. Touch Me towered over the butler and inspected him. With an excited swipe of his hands, he opened Sebas's data sheet and started to type.

"Carisimmi's always been obsessed with this one anime and butler's because of it." Touch Me murmured to his creation as he made his changes. "I even named you after her first crush. She was so sad when she finished it. I hope she likes you. She's been working so hard lately. There isn't any space to make new NPCs and I'm a little too attached to you to just hand you over. "

Unwavering loyalty to Queen Mother Carissimi Licentia.

Sebas felt his soul cry out as the changes were made. The changes were small but they were so important and made the butler want to weep with pride and honor.

"So I'll just make it easier for you to serve both of us. Enjoy the gift, Sebas."

: Racial Knowledge Added: Angels

: Resistance to Holy Attacks

: Resistance to Celestial Attacks

: Custom Pack - Knights Of Hell

: Support Attribute Pack NPHLM- Legendary

: Level Cap Increase

: "Devil's Coin" Added to Inventory

Sebas struggles to remain on his feet as his mind is flooded with new information. His lord was tasking him with such a high honor and he refused to crumble under the weight of his assignment. Still, Sebas dropped to his knee and bowed deeply to his creator. He couldn't speak whenever in the presence of a Supreme Being but he would show his lord how humbled and honored he was by this.

"I know you won't fail me, Sebas."

With that, Lord Touch Me walked away. Sebas straightedges as he heard a loud chime that signaled the arrival of a Supreme Being. The butler turned to face the source of the sound and was graced with a vision in white. Instantly, he knew who this was.

Lady Carissimi Licentia, the only female member of the original nine and mother of Nazarick.

The angel floated across the floor as she moved about the crowd and spoke to her fellow Gods and Goddesses. She paused and seemed to be very interested in the newest Supreme Being, Lady Dez the Profaned.

The two struck up a conversation and seemed to become very close as their words were exchanged. Sebas was in awe to see an angel and demon so close and not in combat with one another. The two were opposites, with Lady Carisimmi seemingly embodying the nonexistent purity of the Tomb and Lady Dez symbolizing the very darkness that made them feared.

Lord Touch Me politely cut the two off and held out his hand for the angel to take. Her green eyes sparkled as she accepted the hand and was guided over to the butler. Sebas straightened and made his form presentable for his first official meeting with his new mistress.

"Carisimmi, meet Sebas Tian."

The angel was smiling gently as she curtsied to Sebas. Sebas fought against the flush that threatened to climb his cheeks at the sight of the angel bowing before him, her bountiful cleavage badly held back the intricate upside down pentagram laced across her chest. Her lips don't move brit her voice flows like silk over his ears.

"A pleasure to meet you, Sebas."

Sebas respectfully kept his eyes on his mistress's face as she stood back up and came into his personal space. Her gloves hands reached out and gently cradled his face as she inspected his appearance.

"Neh? Niisan really made you handsome?" She said as she gently ran a finger across his cheekbone and down the curve of his jaw. A laugh emote appeared above her head as she spoke again.

"Does this mean he wants you to be my new crush?"

The collected guardians watched in silence as Lady Carisimmi fawned over the children, paying particular attention to Victim. The gentle laughs that fell from her lips were like a blessed invitation to the young ones, each crowding in closely as soaking in her maternal affections. Even Sephiroth was lax and unguarded as he allowed himself to be pulled close and hugged with a soft smile playing at his lips.

Albedo was the first to break the silence that fell over her fellow adults. "Lady Carissimi…" She said slowly as she clutched her lower stomach. "Had a child?"

Cold and sharp, dread creeped through the succubus's veins. Did her beloved even have a need of a wife if his one true equal had already provided an heir? Who was the father? Was Victim their secret love child? Could he even ascend to the throne? Did she even stand a chance?

Envy is one of the Seven Deadly Sins for a reason. It poisons the mind and grows so easily once it takes root. It flourishes in all conditions and thrives when ignored. Albedo let the seed take root and was feeding it all too easily as she watched the angel hold her child.

The envy Albedo held towards her Supreme Being was a weed that would slowly kill the roses before they bloomed.

Carisimmi was unaware of the growing turmoil within Albedo as she drew the children in close. Her heart fluttered as her maternal instincts were allowed to the surface, coddling each one.

Demiurge watched and calculated the two angels. Victim couldn't possibly be the heir. Nor could he be the true child of their Lady. Her scent belied her status as a maiden, pure and untouched. But she allowed Victim to address her as his mother instead of his superior. He was missing something but what it was, he had no clue.

Sebas was the only one who knew some of the truth. His constant presence during his lady's troubled time gave him some insight to the true identity of Victim but he was unsure of how accurate his knowledge was or how this may affect his courtship. So silent he remained on the matter. It was her secret and hers alone to tell.

But oh how his heart clenched at the sight of her surrounded by the young ones.

Carisimmi looked out at the young faces around her and a thought came to her. "How about we all go outside for a picnic?" She asked them while waving over a maid. "Mare has finished concealing the Tomb and I think it would be a great way for me to survey his work." She said while smiling softly at the young elf. Mare blushed and averted his gaze, shyly hiding behind one of her wings. "It's really nothing, Lady Carissimi." He said quietly.

Carrisimi let go of Victim and grabbed Mare under his arms, the elf squeaking at the sudden lift. Carrisimmi brought him close and snuggled her cheek against his. She cooed to the child, lost in how adorable he was. He was so cute oh she just wanted to eat him up.

Focus Carrisimi! Don't let the cute distract you!

"Ah, Mathilda." She said to the maid she waved over. The blonde maid held a hand over her heart and gasped. "You know my name, m'lady?" She said with awe. Carrisimi furrowed her brows in slight confusion at the question. "Of course I do." She said.

"I know all of your names."

The maid looked ready to swoon or prostrate herself. Carrisimmi quickly made her orders before either could happen. "Please prepare lunch for me and the children. We will be eating outside today and plan to spend the rest of the day soaking up some fresh air." Mare was shifted to her hip and Aura was pulled closer to the angel on the opposite side. Carrisimi slowly ran her fingers through Aura's hair and just enjoyed the way the girl relaxed into her side.

"A wonderful idea, m'lady. To see your radiance in the sunlight is a blessing in itself." Demiurge declared as he approached the group. A small sweatdrop appeared on the back of Carrisimi's head as she tensed slightly. Sebas followed closely behind the guardian and looked quite pleased with the idea as well. "If m'lady would permit, I wish to join you outside as well." He said with a small bow.

I kinda wanted to go to avoid both of you…

Carrisim just smiled and forced her body to relax rather than voice her thoughts. "Very well." She said and began to herd the children into a straight line. "The more the merrier. It also helps that you now have my guild ring Sebas." Her words were innocent but they only added to the rivalry she unawarely started. "Would you open a Gate, please?"

"Of course, m'lady." With a bow, Sebas opened the portal to the outside. Carisimmi's hands were filled with Mare and Aura as she walked through, a smile in her face and a spring in her step. She and the children disappeared into the Gate and were out of earshot within seconds.

Demiurge turned quickly to glare at his rival once the Supreme Being was through, his ire filling the air. "Lady Carissimi bestowed her guild ring upon you?" The devil questioned with a frown. Sebas soarer Demiurge glanced as he straightened his suit and awaited the maids that were bringing the food. "Lady Carisimmi gifted me her guild ring in full confidence. I shall not betray her trust by revealing her reasoning." Sebas said politely.

The head steward turned away from the demon and watched as a line of maids arrived with platters of food and a large blanket. They looked eager to prepare for their mistress's outing. Several stewards followed behind with tables, umbrellas and chairs. Each servant went through the portal and disappeared to the other side. Sebas turned his head to look at Demiurge before they both walked through.

"Lady Carissimi is a gentle soul. I hope you don't intend on tainting it."

Demiurge merely smirked and folded his hands behind his back. "Our Lady is gentle only to those she deems worthy. It is she who shall impose her will on us."

Carrisimi smiled to cover up the mild irritation and exasperation she was feeling.

She wanted a nice, simple picnic. Just a blanket, some finger foods and maybe play a game or two with the children. Not an entire outdoor cafe. Carrisimi was seated on a beautiful stone bench covered with a plush pillow to cushion her. Several maids surrounded hee and presented her with multiple selections of food and drink. The large umbrellas shielded her "fair and delicate skin" from the sun. Not a drip of sweat would have the chance to form as she was totally and utterly pampered.

At least the children are having fun.

Carrisimi's smile became genuine and full of fondness as she watched Aura chase Karma around the area. The two girls were locked in an intense game of Tag as they both used a ridiculous amount of parkour to maneuver across the umbrellas and pillars. Karma's dress did little to slow her down, even with the heavy layers of ruffles that swayed and bounced around her knees. The black and red of her dress made her look even paler than Carrisimi thought possible, her hair and skin practically glowing in the sun. Aura laughed and tried to tackle Karma, the paler girl doing a curtsy to avoid the attack.

Sephiroth sat upon a blanket on the grass with Mare. The two boys were making flower crowns while Mare discussed the nature of the different plants there grew on the sixth floor. Sephiroth nodded and blinked at the appropriate times in response. A maid stood nearby with Sephiroth's coat and a platter of danishes. Sephiroth's form was more easily visible without the cot, his arms exposed by his red, sleeveless turtleneck. Leather covered his forearms, dozens of needles slotted into the slots. Mare held up a finished crown for Sephiroth to inspect. The incubus smiled and lowered his head for Mare to put it on him, the little white flowers a stark contrast to his pink hair. Victim lay in Sephiroth's lap, fast asleep as the excitement tired him out.

The sight of all of them so relaxed eased some of the tension in Carrisimi's shoulders. This was nice. If only it was just her and the kids…

"Lady Carrisimi, I can have some entertainment prepared if you are growing bored." Demiurge said as he leaned in close to the angel. The devil had been watching the Supreme Being carefully since their little outing had started. The little sighs she gave off were obviously that of boredom but of course, their kind and merciful leader would put the entertainment of the children first. "Shall I have the orchestra brought up to serenade you m'lady?" He asked eagerly as he remembered their lady was an "idol" at some point. According to Shalltear, they were beings of high musical caliber that were able to summon armies with just their voice. How wonderful it would be to hear her sing and use that ability!

Carrisimi wanted to frown and tell Demiurge to stop being so… him but it was somewhat endearing. Even if it was annoying. But she couldn't fault him for trying to make her happy. "I'm fine Demiurge. But some music would be nice at the moment." Concession. Once again she was conceding to Demiurge's desires just to make him happy. The excitement that appeared on the man's face and the way his tail started to wag brought a smile to her face. The way Demiurge grinned also warmed her insides in a way she hadn't felt in many years. "There will be no need for the orchestra though." She finished before turning back towards the children.

"Karma."

The little girl paused her game, easily sidestepping Aura and letting the elf land on the ground. "Yes, m'lady?" She chirped and skipped over to the three adults. She stopped close to Sebas and spared him a glance before fixing her gaze on the angel. "Would you be so kind as to play a little song for us?" Carissimi asked gently, the choice up to Karma. Karma smiled and hoped in place at the request, her eyes swirling quickly with excitement. "But of course, m'lady. I've never had the chance before."

Karma reached a hand into the empty space and accessed her inventory. Slowly her hand retreated from the portal and slowly, she pulled a violin from within. The violin was beautiful, made completely of glass, carefully etched patterns mimicking ice ferns and frost flowers creeping their way across the smooth surface. The bow was also glass with the same pattern, the glass catching every facet of light and sparkling like a freshly fallen snow in the sunrise.

"Allow me to warm up first, m'lady." She said softly, a barely there sense of nervousness reminding her that she had to be graced and poised as she positioned herself. Slowly, she drew the bow across the strings and allowed those first few notes to come out.

Everyone was captivated as she began to play, the Scheherazade violin solo filling the area. Each note crisp and clear, Karma's body swaying slightly with the emotion of the piece. Carrismi felt her heart beating in her chest as memories from that piece came back to her. Her voice was caught in her throat as the music played, each note like a pin across her skin. Finally, Karma was finished. Everyone clapped politely as the little girl bowed, pride evident on her face.

Carrisime choked down the pain she felt and smiled at her NPC. "That was beautiful Karma. A little difficult just for a warm up though, hm?" Carisimmi asked playfully. No need to worry the child with something she didn't know. "Will you play something else for us, Karma."

Karma practically glowed under the praise. Bow on the strings once again, she started to play a tune Carrisimi was very familiar with. Without realizing, the angel started to sing along.

Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you

That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance

And spaces between us

You have come to show you go on

Everyone was silent as she sang, her voice but a whisper as she let the memories of a happier time come back to her. Happier times and laughter that turned sour with pain. The final notes of the violin lingered in the as Karma stopped playing. Carrisimi's eyes were glazed as she tried to bring herself back to the present. Demiurge's voice snapped her from her haze.

"Magnificent! Lady Carrisimi, your voice was beautiful. A siren's call. So that is the power of an idol ." The demon said as he stood and started to spiel. "Truly an honor it is to hear it in person."

Carrisimi blushed at the praise. Hearing such compliments were something of a distant past but to hear it now, her heart fluttered. Still, discomfort creped in her veins when she thought about what her voice had cost her. Hoping to change the subject, Carrisimi started to speak. "I'm flattered Demiurge but-"

"We should have a concert. For all of Nazarick to be graced with your voice!"

Carrisimi was on her feet in an instant, her wings snapping open and flinging the bench and table away. The maids yelped as they were knocked over and covered in whatever they were holding. "Demiurge."

Demiurge stopped his worship and planning at the tone Carrisimi took on. There was no yelling, no raised voice. Just the tone. It was dark and heavy, like hot tar across a sheet of ice. Everyone was frozen as the angel stood to her full height. Even though she was so much shorter than the devil, she was much more imposing at the moment with the stoney expression and hard look in her eyes. "There will be no concert. I will not be performing for anyone." Her fist clenched and her eyes glowed just a little brighter. "Ever."

Without another word, Carrisimi stormed away and into the tomb.

Demiurge was speechless. What had he done?

Carisimmi was ashamed of herself.

After storming away that morning, she'd hidden herself away in Momonga's room. Her anger had long faded, replaced with shame and embarrassment at her actions. Demiurge didn't know about the trauma she faced or her triggers. He didn't deserve for her to lash out like that nor did the others need to see her like that. So now here she was. At the Burning Temple. In the middle of the night. With Demiurge.

This was more nerve wracking than it should have been.

Carrisimi looked at Demiurge shyly from beneath her lashes as she tried to think of what to say. This was the smartest person in Nazarick and she was about to bare her heart to him. This could really backfire but after her display earlier, she felt he deserved this.

Demiurge didn't look it, but he was nervous. He had intended to officially ask permission to court his lady earlier that day, his formal gift of intention hidden away in his coat. But then he'd angered Carrisimi and all seemed lost. Now here she stood, having sought him out while he rethought his plans in solitude. Did she come to allow him to apologize for his slight? He would gladly grovel at her feet if she commanded. Anything to please her, even his life, he would gladly give. For he felt… something… when he was around her. It wasn't love but…

It was something close.

Or at least that's what he thinks it is.

"Demiurge," Carrisimi started, interrupting Demiurge's thoughts. "I'm terribly sorry." She dropped to her knees and lowered her head. Her hands were folded in her lap and wings spread low and apart, the base of her wings exposed to the demon. Her position was that of submission and Demiurge felt his throat tighten at that. "Please forgive me."

The tightness in Demiurge's throat grew tight as he took in the full image before him. The dress pooled around her like a patch of fresh snow painted with blood. His mind conjured images of her vicious display the day before that slowly bled to her holding the children close. He fangs burned to sink into her flesh and mark her as his. Slowly, Demiurge kneeled and held out a hand to her. "There is no need to apologise, m'lady." Carrisimi looked at his hand and took it with a humorless chuckle.

"I still feel the need to apologise, even if you say I don't." Carrisimi said as she allowed Demiurge to help her up. "I seem to be doing that alot lately." She mumbled to herself. Demiurge tilted his head to the side and smiled inwardly. Such a soft woman she was. Deciding to redirect her thoughts, Demiurge offered his arm to the angel. Carrisimi blinked questioningly at the devil but accepted his arm nonetheless. Wordlessly, Demiurge led her out of the temple and into the fields of lava. The two walked in companionable silence before it was broken by Carrisimi.

"I don't like talking about my time as an idol." She said quietly.

Demiurge looked down at her but said nothing, allowing her to continue. "I was world renowned. International, as we would say. Everyone knew my name and my face." Her words were barely a whisper, but Demiurge could hear her clearly. Hear the pain that laced each word. "I was something everyone wanted but couldn't be or have. People would come for miles just to hear me sing and were absolutely devoted. And it was nice for awhile. But that kind of devotion comes at a risk." Carrisimi stopped walking and stared at the ground. Her shoulders were trembling slightly as she continued. "IRL, our realm, it's not safe for us. We have the ability to create worlds and chose those as our escape from our own."

Demiurge felt his world tilt at that. The Supreme Beings had the ability to create not just life but entire worlds. World's that they could move between with ease and escape to. IRL was unsafe for them? But how? "How many worlds did you make, m'lady?" He asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

Carisimi huffed but answered him, thinking of all the movies and games she acted in. "More than I could count at the moment. Hundreds maybe. I don't really know." Demiurge stared at her in awe. Hundreds of world's and she chose to stay with them? "But in the end, it meant nothing…"

Carrisimi's voice became so dead and lifeless that Demiurge almost jumped with a start. "I decided I wanted to be happy and wanted to start my own life… I was pregnant and had a fiance. I was finally going to have everything I ever wanted. And my children were ripped right out of me." Her hand clenched uselessly at her stomach, eyes filling with unshed tears. "So please, don't ask me about my life as an idol or to sing… I can't deal with that loss again."

Demiurge was at a loss for words. His lady was trusting him with such valuable and sensitive information. She was being so vulnerable with him and he didn't know how to react. Breathing in, he became suddenly very aware of an item in his coat. Gently, he placed his hands on Cariisimmi's shoulders and turned her to face him. The angel looked at him with so much confusion that it hurt and amused the demon. Carefully, Demiurge kneeled before her and removed the item from his coat.

Carrisimi gasped softly as the ivory rose Demiurge pulled out. Each petal was carefully carved and shaped, the stem and thorns moving so seamlessly into the bud. Unbeknownst to her, it was not ivory, but human bone that the flower was made from. Demiurge had retrieved the bones from the soldier Sephiroth had slain and spent his free time carefully making the rose.

"I know that I am no Supreme Being but I hope to bring joy and happiness back into your life." He said as the angel took the rose. She gently caressed the rose, giving a small gasp when she pricked her finger. A small bead of blood slowly moved down her finger. Watching the blood, Demiurge carefully took her hand. "May I ?" He asked softly. Carrisimi's breath was caught in her throat as she slowly nodded. She barely held back a squeak as Demiurge draw the digit into his mouth and sucked gently at the wound. His tongue curled around her finger and he held back the groan of pleasure at the taste of her. She had accepted her proposal of courtship by allowing him to taste First Blood. Slowly he withdrew and released her finger. It shined with his saliva as she brought her hand to his cheek. She felt bold in that moment and bent at the hip to kiss him on the corner of her lip. "Thank you, Demiurge."

Gracefully she stepped back and on cue, Demiurge opened a Gate outside her room. Walking backwards into the portal, she smiled shyly and bid him goodnight.

Demiurge smiled to himself, a real smile, as the portal closed. He was now officially in competition with Sebas for her hand. He was confident that he could catch up to the butler and prove himself the better mate. The time to win her heart was upon him. A memory of something Lord Ulbert once said popped into his head.

"All's fair in love and war."