If the road to hell was paved with good intentions, then his father might as well be the Devil himself.

Rin watched silently from me the top of the stairs as his parents argued for the thirteenth time that week. He knows because he's kept careful count. The nine year old is unfazed as his mother's voice continues to rise, her temper getting out of control like it always did when her affair was brought up.

"If you'd pay more attention to me and just raise the limit on my card, I wouldn't need to go to him!" She'd always counter, as if that justified anything.

Rin knew his parents weren't in love. They never were. It was just business, an arranged marriage to merge two massive corporations into a devastating powerhouse. But his father tried desperately to make it work. The man constantly planned family bonding trips and heartfelt gifts were always laid out for his wife's birthday and Mother's Day. Anything she wanted was given to her and for a while, that was enough.

Until it wasn't.

Father first learned about the affair when Rin was seven. From his son no less. His father was constantly away on business but when he wasn't, every single second of his home time was dedicated to his family. He had managed to wrap up business early and came home two days ahead of time. His son was walking through the foyer when he came home, a large smile on his face and a bag full of souvenirs.

"Hello my little knight! Where's your mother?"

"I don't know. She left with her boyfriend right after you did and said she'd be back tomorrow."

Adults often think children to be naive and unaware of the world around them. But children are the most observant people in the world whenever there's something to hide. So while his mother claimed the man she left with was his uncle, Rin knew better. His father was an only child and his mother had only sisters.

This was the 22nd century, she'd have to come up with a better lie than that.

His father's face was unreadable as the words were processed, his stupor broken when his son tugged at his coat and asked him about his trip. His father smiled and gave him a hug.

The next day when Rin's mother came home, his parents locked themselves away in his father's office and weren't seen until the next day.

After that, his mother was more careful in her sneaking. Not to hide from her husband, no he knew she wouldn't give that up. No, it was because her husband said that if she brought men around his son, he'd cut her cards.

And so, things remained "normal". They were the picture perfect family on the outside, while only dad cared for the son on the inside.

At Rin's eighth birthday party, his father punished his mother for the first time. She had slipped up. Her lover had become too comfortable with his position and thought she'd leave her husband. He thought she'd divorce the man and remarry him, giving him access to all her money and time. The man was wrong.

He came to Rin's party and actually introduced himself to the birthday boy. Rin paid the man no mind, to enthralled with his birthday gift, a Tibetan mastiff puppy, to care that this was his mother's boyfriend. His mother was to slow in getting her lover out of her husband's line of sight. The party continued without a single hitch and all seemed to be forgotten.

That night, Rin's father cancelled his wife's order for a new summer wardrobe.

From there, everything went down hill. His mother was absent more often from his life as her lover tried to make her leave her husband, Rin would feel neglected by his mother, and his father would cut into his wife's spending sprees. A sad cycle they fell into.

Rin could only watch as the life he once thought was perfect withered.

Now here he sat at the top of the stairs in the same foyer where it all started as his. A maid tried to usher him away but the nine year old only gave a fierce glare and sharp noise of disapproval that he'd learned from his mother. The once loving and cheerful, if blunt, child was now cold and and tactile. The maid left and allowed him to resume his spying. His face gave nothing away until he heard a sharp slap echo in the room.

"I want a divorce."

His father's words were empty and hollow as he clutched a red cheek.

"Fine! I'll get everything anyway!" His mother said with a haughty smirk. "And Rin comes with me. Right sweety." She said as her eyes turned to his location, her voice dropping to a soothing tone she used the first time she left.

"You'll come with mommy, won't you?"

She got nothing.

His mother never actually paid attention to the prenup when she first married his father. She never paid much attention to anything other than a checkbook, actually. By having an affair, she forfeited everything in the marriage. Her money, her family's company, the multiple estates she came into the marriage with…

Gone.

Everything that was once hers was now in a trust fund for her son. Even her lover had left, for what use was she to him without her money or status. The socialite was nothing now. If that weren't enough, she was also being deported, having lost her citizenship with the divorce.

Rin watched with mixed emotions as his mother boarded his father's private jet back to Russia. He would miss her but she was never around anyway. Still, he was eager to visit her next month for his week with her, as per custody rights. She was still his mother and he still loved her.

He was young and still didn't realize the cold, harsh truth.

That she didn't love him.

Rin tried to hide his distaste at the small, two bedroom home. He really did. Called it beautiful and everything. But his mother must have noticed. Why else would she be cursing and complaining about her own home? She lived here so she couldn't possibly hate it?

But she did.

Her ex husband was kind enough to buy her this house when her family refused to take her in. But it wasn't enough. She still had to work to pay her own bills and buy food. She couldn't go out and party or take random trips as she used to. Just last week, her toilet clogged and she had to clean the mess herself.

Her life was ruined and it was all that man's fault!

"Oh Rin, darling." She cried as she held her son close. "Mommy wanted to do fun with things with you but she can't."

Rin stared confusedly at his mother as she held him close. She never hugged him unless they were in public. This was...nice. But his mother was sad. "Why can't we do fun things, mother?" He spoke in his soft Japanese.

His mother cooed at him and said something in Russian before turning back to his native language. "Mommy doesn't have any money to take you out. Your daddy took all of it." She said mournfully.

Rin didn't know this, but this was just the first step in several years of manipulation.

"Father gave me a credit card to use if I wanted to buy anything?" He said all while pulling said card from the pouch around his neck with his identification.

"Aww sweetie. Mommy knew you'd never let her down. You love your mommy, don't you."

Rin scowled as his father showed a beautiful foreign woman with dark skin and darker hair around the office.

"Hello, Rin." She greeted him with a heavy accent in English. "My name's Andromeda Smith but you can call me Andi. I'm here on an exchange program for my final year in college."

His father went on to explain how the company had a scholarship/internship program and the woman would be staying with them as his father's personal assistant. But he could see the fondness in his father's eyes and the gentle manner in which he guided this woman. All Rin could think about was how his mother told him his father would start to look for women to replace her…

"I don't like you." Rin said in speedy Japanese once his faher was out of earshot. The words were to fast for the woman to catch but she nodded at his endearing smile. "I refuse to allow my father to keep you and disrespect mother with this little tryst."

"Prepare for war, pleb."

They were before her in an instant. Carrisimi flinched at their sudden appearance, her feathers ruffling further and causing a sharp hiss to escape her at the sudden pain and discomfort.

"Lady Carissimi, are you hurt?" Demiurge asked as he watched her worriedly. "Did something attack you without our notice?"

Demiurge looked ready to find and kill any and all perceived danger in that moment. His intensity made Carrisimi's feathers ruffle further, eliciting a small whine from the angel.

The thing about waking up in a new nody is that you should probably read up on your species before anything else. Especially if you are put into a position of power and are surrounded by a bunch of hot guys. It's Isekai 101. But Carrisimi did no research on her new form and as such, she knew nothing of these small reactions.

She didn't know that her little whine was a sign of fear as much as pain. Or that she now had to deal with protective instincts of a demon and dragon in the courtship process. She really should, though.

"I'm uninjured Demiurge. Please calm down." Carrisimi pleaded. There was no need to let the demon get worked up over a small pain. "I just feel something digging into my wing. It's probably nothing."

Carrisimi's nervous gaze flitted to her butler, begging silently for his help in calming Demiurge down. Sebas seemed to catch Carisimmi's messages, nodding his head while laying a hand on the Guardian's shoulder. "M'lady, I don't mean to be rude but when was the last time you've groomed your wings?" He asked while staring back at her with intensity.

"Groomed… my wings?" Was her hesitant reply, unsure what that had to do with anything. "I'm afraid I haven't."

She didn't even know what that was to be honest.

Demiurge's eyes lit up with some unknown emotion before a grin wormed its way across. Carrisimi missed this change in expression as her mind and eyes flicked back to the food before her and mourned yet another missed meal. Just once she'd like to have a normal meal.

"Lady Carisimmi, proper wing care is important for a winged being with feathers." The demon began as he inches forward. "While your feathers are the picture of perfection and no sharper weapon can be found in all of Yggdrasil, they are still quite delicate when attached. They require proper maintenance as you should know."

Sebas nodded before continuing. "Indeed m'lady. Lady Albedo has mentioned many a time her extensive routine and it's importance. I must admit I am ashamed of myself for not having noticed sooner." Sebas dropped his head and bowed. "Forgive me, m'lady."

Carisimmi realized that she had some explaining to do and had to think fast. There was no need for such grooming in Yggdrasil as it wasn't real before. How was she supposed to explain that she didn't know how to do something that she apparently should?

"Ah, I had forgotten about it to be honest. With all the chaos that has been happening, it'd been pushed completely from my mind." Carrissimi gave a nervous chuckle as she continued to bullshit her way through an explanation. "I require assistance and hadn't wanted to pull away anyone from their tasks just to help me. Touch Me had always groomed them for me and the trip between IRL and Yggdrasil always restored my form."

There, an explanation. Carrisimmi mentally patted herself on the back at her quick thinking and lack of hesitance. Maybe she could do this whole leadership thing.

"Lady Carissimi, anyone would be honored to serve you!" Demiurge practically shouted. A fanatic gleam shined through his glasses that made Carrisimmi uncomfortable. "In fact, I'd be honored to assist you right now."

Carrisimmi fought against every instinct to lean away from the demon. She knew he bore no ill will but his behavior was a little too reminiscent of him at the moment. She never felt comfortable with such worship like treatment after the attack and while she did share a moment with Demiurge the night before, she didn't want him so close.

"As flattering as your offer is, I have to decline." She spoke carefully so as to not offend the demon. There was still a lot to take care of and they were falling behind schedule. Nazarick was in a n unstable state and she couldn't go setting things back just because her wings were bothering her. "Sebas will be assisting me while you go and get started on the farm."

Really, for as often as she acted out somewhat similar scenarios, Carissimi was absolutely clueless about her situation. It was almost cruel.

Demiurge's tail dropped to the ground with disappointment. Lady Carissimi May have accepted his courtship, but he had a ways to go before she designed him worthy of such an intimate activity. A lightbulb suddenly went off in Demiurge's mind.

"Of course! Lady Carissimi wishes to test my ability to provide before she allows any further progression of our relationship. How insightful!"

The demon must first prove himself capable of this task before he can be trusted with something so delicate. Lady Carissimi could have any man or woman she pleased, even Lord Ainz himself. Their lady obviously wished for a mate that wouldn't wither beneath her residence.

Mind made, Demiurge bowed deeply to his queen, his tail wagging with determination. "Of course, Lady Carissimi. I shall bring great honor to you and Lord Ainz."

With those words, Demiurge left the office to complete his task. Carissimi laughed inwardly at Demiurge's actions before turning her attention to Sebas. The butler was standing at attention in the same spot as he stared at her. "Well,"Carrisimi started. "Shall we begin?"

Sebas nodded and removed his gloves as the angel watched. He was honored by the trust his mistress was bestowing upon him. "M'lady, if you would please make yourself comfortable? I have to get to your back." Carrisimmi began to shift on the couch so her back was to Sebas, wanting this to be over with so she can get back to work.

Sebas studied the dress the angel wore that day noticed the large ribbon tied behind her neck was in the way. He held back a blush as he realized what must happen.

"M'lady, I must ask you to undo your dress. The ribbon is blocking the base of your wings."

Carrisimi blushed at the request and was made suddenly very aware of the fact that she'd forgone a bra. Her breasts stayed in place by some unknown force for which she was thankful, the things were massive. Infact, she didn't have any bras in her wardrobe unless you counted swimsuit tops. Carrisimi has to mentally prepare herself and give herself a reminder that Sebas has already seen her naked. Really, this was better as he was going to be behind and only looking at her back and wings.

Everything was going to be just peachy.

Awkwardly, Carrisimi made herself comfortable on the couch. She tucked her legs beneath herself and sat backwards on the cushions with her front facing the backrest. Slowly her hands reached up to untie the bow holding up the front of her dress so the ribbon wouldn't be in Sebas's way. The dress slid from her chest a little before she caught it with an arm. With her still free hand, she gathered her hair and pulled it over her shoulder to reveal the full expanse of her neck and back. Her wings now accessible to the butler, Carrisimi leaned forward and relaxed herself on the couch's back.

Sebas's throat constricted as his mistress made herself comfortable and exposed herself to him. The smooth planes of her neck and shoulders traveled into the dip of her spine dotted with tiny, fluffy feathers between the base of her wings. Each breath spread her wings ever so slightly, drawing his attention to how low and vulnerable the appendages were. Grooming was such a personal and intimate thing that it was usually only done by close family and …

Mates.

She can't see him but Carrisimi is intimately aware of every brush of his hands and the way his scent was filling her head. It'd been so long since she had allowed anyone so close to her. Sure, she and Sebas shared her bed each night and he did help him bathe the other night, but her mind was so far detached from any feelings that it never really processed. She hadnt had a relationship in years and had accepted that she was going to be alone.

She'd shut off her feelings and ignored all needs of companionship and physical pleasures since the attack. But now she was in a new world, in a new body that needed more meticulous care. Until she learned to do things herself she would have to rely on others.

"Ok, Sebas" She sighed. "I'm ready."

Carefully, Sebas reached for the right wing and slowly ran his fingers along the base, fingers gently probing the feathers. Feeling a small lump, he gently massaged at it and felt the angel relax further as the release of pressure. The oil gland slowly produced oil and soaked into the feathers. Sebas carefully spread the oil and eased his hand down each feather. Slowly, he worked his way across her, straightening any crooked feathers he came across. Close to the tip of the wing, Carrisimi gave a small hiss. Parting the feathers, Sebas found a broken feather, the shaft broken close to the root and pressing into the skin.

"Apologies, m'lady. I have to remove a broken feather." Sebas said as he firmly grasped the father at the root. "Please bear with me."

With a sharp tug, Sebas pulled the feather out, the large plume remaining unchanged as he laid it carefully on the table beside him. Carrisimi gave a small whine as a new feather grew back in its place before a breathy sigh escaped her lips as Sebas massaged the irritated skin. Carrisimi's heart thumped loudly in her chest as she tried to hold back any further noises. Pleasure bloomed beneath her skin with each pass of those fingers, her stomach tightening as his fingers slowly massaged the muscles of her wings.

Sebas can smell her arousal but he made no comments, not wanting to embarrass his mistress by pushing his luck. But the scent grew stronger as he finished one wing and moved to the other. Carrisimi's form slackened as she fell further and further into bliss, her grip on her dress slackening until she forgot to hold it all together.

The material dropped to pool around her waist as Sebas massaged between the base, his eyes trying to remain respectfully glued to an appropriate area. But his gaze still wandered down the length of her back, the smooth skin clear of any blemishes save for four silvery, white scars. They were perfectly parallel pairs on either side of her spine, one set at mid back and the other just above her hips.

"M'lady, where did these scars come from?" Sebas asked worriedly. "Have we failed in protecting you?"

Carrisimi was slow to react, her mind still trying to collect itself from its blissed out state. She let her tongue slip as she was doped up on endorphins, not thinking about what her words would do to the butler or the rest of Nazarick.

"My wings were cut off by a human soul… and an angel." She mumbled. "That's why they aren't there all the time…"

Really, she had just written her backstory like that to fit the fact that she couldn't keep the wings active at all times in Yggdrasil, the massive things taking up to much field of vision. That and she hadn't actually unlocked the other two pairs at the time. But she would come to regret that decision at a later date.

The eight edged assassins that watched silently from the rafters scattered at her words, their need to inform the other Guardians of their mistress's trauma. The security around her needed to be raised as she was too fragile to allow alone. They'd failed her already if she lost two pairs of wings.

Sebas stared in horror at the scars, his instincts finally breaking his control as he acted without thought. His arms shot forward and pulled the angel close to his chest, hands cupping her breast by accident. Carrisimi barely held back a whimper as his calloused palms rubbed against her nipples. A shiver travelled down her spine, her skin oversensitive from the massage.

"Se-Sebas…" Carrisimi whispered and struggled slightly in his. Her nerves were alight as she fought against every instinct that screamed at her to submit and just let this man care for her. She froze when she felt a warm breath against the corner of her jaw. "M'lady…"

Sebas held her closer as he spoke. "M'lady, you are one of the last Supreme Beings… You are one of the last hopes of Nazarick." He whispered against her skin. "More than that, you are the very life of your people. You may be our leader, but you are still vulnerable."

Carrisimi could feel the pain in his voice as he spoke. A pain that she could understand to well. The pain of someone who has lost everything. "Lady Carrisimi, I cant lose you too…"

Carrisimmi sat frozen in Sebas's embrace, tears coming down her face as the meaning behind his words finally hit.

Sephiroth twirled gracefully across the amphitheater as he cut down another soldier. His twin rapiers were an extension of himself as he traveled across the arena, his every move light and dancerly. His steps didn't falter once even with the five inch heels of his boots.

Aura winced as she watched the incubus do a particularly sharp turn on his heel and kicked a soldier across the jaw, the man's jaw being kicked almost clean off.

"My ankles hurt just thinking about wearing something so high." She groaned when Sephiroth finally stopped and began to assess the damage done to the captured humans.

After Nueronist had acquired all that she could from them, Demiurge had gifted the captured soldiers to Sephiroth to test his poisons and practice his healing abilities. Sephiroth hadn't really reacted much to the gift but had accepted nonetheless

After they'd been cleaned up, of course.

According to Karma, Sephiroth was slightly OCD, whatever that was. According to the other girl, it was some term from IRL that meant someone who'd been gifted with a Supreme Being eye for detail. It was nice to learn something about the Supreme Beings so Aura was a little jealous she wasn't OCD too. That said, Sephiroth couldn't stand filth. His movements were so graceful yet controlled that not a single spec of dust or blood touched him. He even refused to look at the filthy humans until they were somewhat presentable.

Even now as he made note of the way black veins were creeping across a soldier's skin, Sephiroth was careful not to touch the human or step in the slowly growing puddle of blood beneath it. Aura sighed as the incubus gave a disappointed quirk of the brow before healing the human.

Sephiroth was awesome…

Sephiroth has paid no mind to the female elf as he healed the rest of his test subjects and waved over some dragon kin to take them back to their cells for the day. He could feel her affections for him and while most would find it flattering, Sephiroth found it tedious. He may be a creature of sinful desires, but he felt none of them. His creator made him asexual and aromantic. He had no inclination towards any romantic or sexual endeavors, unlike a certain succubus.

Sephiroth pinched the bridge of his nose just from the thought of Albedo. The two of them were so different despite being the same species. While she was a tank and dealt high bludgeoning damage, his damage was dealt over time, slowly but surely eating away at HP. Sephiroth was created to actually make use of his racial abilities. His incubus allure was maxed out and allowed him to successfully seduce either gender while Albedo could only seduce those who naturally found her attractive. Though he refrained from using it for obvious reasons. Albedo was driven by her lust while Sephiroth was driven by his loyalty to his creator. He had stealth stats that could rival that of a shadow demon whilst she had the presence of raging inferno in a tundra.

Sephiroth was a healer that killed. A siren with no voice. A jack of all trades.

So why did he feel like there was still some point of comparison between the two? He couldn't understand his innate dislike for her and needed to prove himself better. Her very presence irked him, her disgusting need to spread her pheromones the most nauseating thing about her. She failed to realize that she did not have the allure and that even if she did, their lord was a skeleton. Lord Ainz was completely unaffected by her pheromones.

It was almost pitiful. Really it was.

Vaguely, Sephiroth heard one of the humans refer to him as a "bitch". Without even looking, a rapier sailed across the arena and sank into the human's skull right between the eyes. There was very small space in the brain that wouldn't kill him but would leave him very aware of the sword in his skull. Sounds of hysteria came from the human as he was dragged away through the gates, the guard of the sword right before his eyes.

Such crude language , he could see why many of his companions saw humans as inferior. Still, they had some redeemable qualities.

Thoughts set aside for later, Sephiroth waved over a maid and graciously accepted the cup of tea she brought him. His face changed to a gentle smile to convey his thanks, a blush covering the maid's cheeks at his expression. Sephiroth removed the ribbon from his hair and begoan combing his fingers through the pink locks. The maid sighed dreamily as she watched, Aura mirroring her reaction when Sephiroth looked at the maid throughlowered lashes. The maid suddenly straightened up and bowed when she caught sight of an approaching figure.

"Lord Demiurge." The maid said while curtsying.

Sephiroth raised a brow and turned to greet the demon. He could sense the determined energy coming off the elder demon. Amusedly, Sephiroth cocked a hip to the side and waited for the other to speak, his head tilting in greeting.

"Good day, Sephiroth." Demiurge purred. The maid went ignored and she didnt mind. She was seeing her ship up close. "I find myself in need of your assistance."

Sephiroth started to tie his hair back, a clear go ahead. "Yes, I understand. Make this worth your while." Demiurge chuckled, grateful that he'd gone to Karma in learning how to speak "Sephiroth". Demiurge finally waved away the maid, privacy preferred for this particular topic. "I have taken First Blood from Lady Carrisimmi."

Sephiroth's eyebrows raised just a touch, his expression completely neutral to the untrained eye but the absolute shock was visible to Demiurge. "I understand, but I find myself at a loss. Lady Carrisimi is a Supreme Being and I have no idea what to get her. I know nothing of the rules of courtship amongst her kind." A bored expression crossed Sephiroth's face. "Yes but you are the closest to Lady Carrisimi. You were created withmuch knowledge of IRL." Sephiroth gave a dead stare in return. "The records of Ashurbanipal are open to those if you have a high enough clearance." The stare turned disinterested and Sephiroth finished tying his hair. "I appreciate your assistance, Sephiroth."

Demiurge may have come to Sephiroth for help in his endeavors of the heart, but really he should know that you have to gain the child's approval before their mother would consier you.