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Rin was familiar with the feeling of discontent.

This, however, was more than simple discontent. Rin gave the camera a frosty glare as his lips feigned a cherubic smile. His father was now marrie to the Andromeda woman and seemed to actually love her. The two of them had been inseparable since his father proposed a year ago. And now here they were, his new stepmother standing much too close to his father as they took a family photo at the wedding. Tch. As if they were a family. This woman was simply stealing his mother's spot. How dare she try to be his new mother, having the audacity to call him her son.

No, this simply won't do.

He hated this woman and would never let her know peace until she left. The three of them separated and Rin made his way to the table holding the wedding cake. He timed everything perfectly as Andromeda approached the cake to cut the first piece. With a swift, strong kick, that to viewers looked like him tripping over his laces, he'd knocked a leg from under the table. The cake, seven beautiful tiers of coconut and and vanilla bean goodness, came crashing down on her. The frosting stuck to her while large chunKs of the cake fell of her. Rin waited for her to cry or throw a fit over her ruined wedding but she didnt. Instead she walked over to him and asked if he was okay, checking him for bruises and tying his laces. He thought that would work. His mother had thrown a fit when he had spilled tea on her shoes once. So why was she so calm in a ruined wedding dress?

Rin watched her with a perplexed expression before he finally spoke. "You have cake in your hair."

Andromeda only laughed and swiped her finger through a glob of frosting on her cheek and eating it. "At least it tastes good." She laughed.

Rin said nothing as he drew back the string of his bow and fired an arrow across the field. The arrow joined the others in a tight cluster in the bullseye. The eleven year old ignored the approaching presence behind him, determined to let his father's wife know how much he disliked her.

"You're quite talented." Andromeda said as she eased her way into a chair as rubbed her growing stomach. Rin didn't even spare her a glance as he reached for another arrow and nocked it. "I was terrible at archery in school."

"Hm."

Andromeda smiled at the response. At least he answered. Maybe this was a step in the right direction. "Maybe you can teach me. I really wanted to learn after my grandmother showed me some of the anime she watched as a child. Her favorite was one called InuYasha." Rin continued to ignore the woman as she rambled on until he shot his last arrow.

The boy turned to leave his stepmother when he noticed a slightly pained expression on her face. Looking at the sky for confirmation, he realized he and by extension Andromeda, had missed lunch. It was no surprise that he was left uninterrupted, he had given eplicit orders to never bother him while he was shooting. But Andromeda needed to eat, no meals skipped whatsoever.

"You really shouldn't bother me." He said dryly as he walked over to his gear. "I don't plan on changing my opinion of you." Even as he said those dismissive words, Rin carefully pulled an assortment of snacks from his bag and laid them out in the woman's lap. She merely laughed while opening a pouch of dried fruits. "I thought you might be lonely out here by yourself."

Rin could only stare as he listened to the honesty in her voice.

Rin sat quietly across from his mother as the woman tapped away on her new phone. She'd scarcely said a word to him since they'd arrived at the restaurant she'd chosen, to busy looking for a new dress online.

"Father says I'm to be a big brother soon." Rin said as he watched his mother intently.

The blonde woman stopped what she was doing and made eye contact with him for the first time since his plane landed three hours prior with an unreadable expression. "Did he now?" She asked as she put the phone away. "I suppose that means you're going to be replaced." She said mournfully as she propped and elbow on the table and dropped her chin in her palm.

Rin's brows furrowed as he watched his mother with confusion. "Replaced?" He asked, confused as to what his mother was talking about. "I'm not being replaced. I'm just getting a sibling"

"A sibling? You don't even know the gender, do you?" She asked sadly. "Don't you know that when they keep it a secret, that means parents are trying to replace their old child with a better one." Her face fell into a look of false sympathy as she spoke to her son. "Your father replaced me."

"And now he's gonna replace you."

Needy whines filled the air as Carrisimi writhed in Sebas's lap. The two had fallen back onto the bed at some point, Carrisimi straddling Sebas as he gripped her naked waist. A certain electricity seemed to crackle in the air as Carisimmi rolled her hips to gain better friction. Sebas held back a choked groan at that, his hands tightening their grip. Carisimmi gave a slight chuckle, nipping at Sebas's lip with newly sharpened fangs. Her tongue lapped at the small beads of blood before the cut healed over. She moaned at the heady taste of Sebas's blood and sat up. Sebas tried to follow her but she held him down with a hand planted firmly on his chest.

Sebas could feel his heart stop as his mistress stared down at him. Her eyes were heavily lidded as a dark smile worked its way across her lips. A pink haze filled her eyes, though her pupils were still a brilliant green. Sharp fangs gleamed in the low torchlight, a tiny trace of his blood on the tip of one. Her hair tumbled in messy waves over one shoulder, her neck bared as she looked her head to the side. The hand of his chest flexed, sharp claws pricking him through his clothes. "Sebas…" Carisimmi she purred, voice low and seductive as she continued to move her hips. Sebas could practically feel the heat of her core even through his pants.

The longer the kiss goes on the more their inhibitions are lost in the haze of lust. The sheets that had covered her nude form were tossed to the side, every inch of her flesh free for Sebas to explore. But the butler kept his hands firmly her waist, his fingers slowly pressing bruises into Carisimmi's skin as the tightened their grip. A small thrill went through Carissimi at the slight pain, her center growing wet as she pressed down onto Sebas. A rumble built up in his chest at the scent of her arousal. The scent added to the fog in his mind, his own body hardening in response to her pheromones. His eyes watched with rapt attention as Carisimmi pulled one of his hands off her waist and brought it to her face. Her eyes were closed as she rubbed her cheek against his palm before pulling the glove off with her teeth. The sight of her nearly had him moving to dominate her.

The glove fell from her teeth, breathy sighs escaping her as she dragged his hand down her body. She guided him just around where he was needed, teasing the both of them as his thumb barely brushed by her nipple and his hand trailed dangerously close to her wet core. Carisimmi pulled Sebas in for another kiss, settling the hand on her inner thigh. Carisimmi's movements were slow yet deliberate as she rolled her hips again, her juices soaking Sebas's lap while her hands busied themselves with his tie.

Carisimmi's body thrummed with energy as the kiss went on, her tongue mapping out every inch of Sebas's mouth. She was drunk on him and the lust that she was unknowingly feeding on as she undid the tie and plucked open the first three buttons of Sebas's shirt. "Sebas…" She moaned as the butler moved the hand still on her waist to squeeze her butt while the other pulled her closer by her thigh. Her breath stuttered when that hand came closer and his thumb slid slowly across her slit. The slight burn of horns pushing their way out of her skin was lost to as she abandoned her quest to get Sebas's shirt off and buried her hands in his hair.

Sebas moved so easily against Carisimmi, her body fitting so easily against his own. His desire to mate was mounting with every noise she made, his fangs almost burning at the sharp cry his mistress let out when he finally pressed his thumb against her clit. His finger moved in tight circles around the sensitive nub. Every sound spurred him on, his other fingers coming into play as they moved across her entrance. His middle finger teased her hole, the tip dipping in ever so lightly with each brush. Carisimmi let out a broken noise when it didn't go any further, her hips moving to try take him in. His arm wrapped around her like a steel band and held her in place.

Carisimmi growled at the unspoken refusal and nipped at Sebas's ear. While she appreciated the show of dominance, she'd thought he'd just give in and let her have her way. Her magic gave a small pulse of irritation before spurring her back into action, her instincts driving her. Carisimmi soothed the bite with her tongue in apology before trailing her lips down Sebas's jaw. Her lips massaged his pulse as she kissed his neck, her fangs scraping against in a teasing manner. Slowly, Carisimmi's hands moved towards Sebas's belt. Her fingers moved nimbly, the buckle undone and button open with practiced ease. Her hands fumbled pinched her clit, a choked coo escaping her as he rolled the swollen bundle of nerves between his fingers.

Sebas was lost in the moment, their mingling scents of arousal like a heady drug. He could feel the greed so common to his kind bubbling beneath the surface. He wanted to see her when she cummed, see every bit of pleasure in her eyes as she peaked. Wanted her to see him pleasuring her, to see that only he made her feel this way. Sebas released the grip on her body only to tangle his hands in her hair. In a move so unlike him, he pulled her head back to expose her face to him. Her eyes were shut with pleasure while her mouth hung open with her moans.

"Look at me." He commanded, his selfish desires overpowering any sense. He wanted to claim her in every possible way and add her to his hoard. He wanted to keep her where no other could ever have her. She was his…

MINEMINEMYMATEMINE!

His treacherous thoughts were lost though when Carisimmi's eyes fluttered open to stare into his own. Her gaze was empty and unseeing, eyes no longer green but that hypnotic swirl of neon colors of her demonic form. Their positions were flipped in an instant, Carisimmi on her back as Sebas hovered over her between her spread legs. The nephilim mewled pathetically as her hands were pinned down on either side of her head, his wet fingers mocking her as they kept her still.

Sebas ignored her as he struggled to figure out what was happening. With awareness comes a sense of control, having finally recognized the spice of Succubus magic in the air. He carefully sifted through the scents and pheromones, picking out her arousal and hunger, but I desire. His grip on her wrists tightened marginally as her stared at his mistress with worry. "M'lady, is this what you truly want?" He asked as she squirmed beneath him. Carissimi whimed but didn't answer, squirming to try gain some friction. "Sebas…" She cooed, trying to get him back under her allure.

Sebas could feel the fog creeping back over his senses. He squeezed her wrists and asked again, more firmly this time. "M'lady, is this what you want?" He suspected she wasn't in full control of herself and hoped she could snap out of whatever this was. But the nephilim said nothing, her legs wrapping around Sebas's waist and trying to pull him down. The scent of her magic seemed to double as she rolled her body upwards.

Sebas could tell that something was wrong, the woman beneath him not fully in control and thus couldn't consent to what she was asking for. "Lady Carisimmi, I must apologize for this…" Sebas whispered mournfully as he lowered his head to Carisimmi's throat. His teeth clamped down at the base of her neck, right where a mating mark would go. The bite was firm but his teeth never broke the skin, only enough pressure to force submission used.

Carisimmi stopped all ministrations, her body going limp at the shock of an almost claim. Sebas kept his teeth on her neck as the pink receded from his mistress's hair and her eyes slowly returned to her usual bejeweled green. Her breaths were shallow as claws shrank and fangs shortened back into canines, the change into her demonic form caught in the middle and reverting back to her angelic form. Scenting the sudden drop in magic, Sebas carefully removed his teeth. Guilt churned within him as he looked upon the bruised imprint of his teeth.

Carisimmi stared up at Sebas, her pupils blown wide as she finally caught on to what her body was doing. While every fiber of her being called for her to mate, it wouldn't be enough. Tears welled up as Carrisimi tries to hold back the feelings of confusion, self loathing and guilt. Here she was trying to seduce this man, this kind and gentle man she cared for so much, when her own instincts were fighting against it.

Her instincts knew they wouldn't be satisfied with the male above her, so soft and gentle as he was, even with the displays of dominance shown. Half of her wanted Sebas more than anything, the other finding him weak and unworthy. This other half saw his courtship as lacking and position of low ranking. He didn't incite those feelings of pride or give it enough aura of sin to feed off of. He was too kind and compassionate, neither traits providing enough nourishment for its hunger.

Her other half, the half that was always hidden away, found him to be an unsatisfactory mate. But it still wanted him. And it hurt.

Carisimmi's emotions won out, a choked sob coming out as she looked at Sebas with shame in her eyes. "I'm so sorry…" She whispered. "Im so sorry." The words tumbled out faster than she could think, her guilt overriding any sense or fear. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know anything about this stupid body of mine and I hate it." She cried as her voice cracked. Sebas was at a loss for words, for what could he say? He didn't even know what was actually wrong.

Sebas rolled off of her and gathered her into his arms. Carisimmi cried harder at the gentleness with which he handled her, the usual comfort she felt at being enveloped like this feeling like a prison. Her wings trembled with every ragged breath as she continued crying. Sebas stroked her hair as he cradled her close. "Momonga and I..." She started again after a few minutes. "We were locked into these bodies when we came here. Neither of us knew how to operate and yet he has such perfect control over his." She said almost bitterly.

Sebas rubbed her back in soothing circles as he mulled over his mistress's words. "M'lady, I wish to help but I fear I don't understand what you mean by not knowing your body?" He said slowly, deciding to pick out one point and follow from there. He wouldn't push but let her decide if she wanted to confide in him. Carisimmi shuddered in his arms as she tucked herself tighter against his chest. Her wings pulled themselves close in what he'd come to recognize as a stress response in the angel.

"We Supreme Beings…" Carisimmi started quietly. "We weren't born in the forms you know us to have." Her words could barely be heard as she drew her legs into Sebas's, tears still dripping down her face. "We have the ability to create and destroy worlds on a whim, each one there for our amusement. But there is one catch." Her words were careful as she spoke and Sebas could understand why. Here he was, receiving such sensitive information about the Supreme Ones. "In order to enter these worlds, we must create a host body. We are unable to join in our true forms so these bodies serve as our vessels. Being able to move back and forth between IRL these worlds is what granted us our immortality. In a sense, we were reborn each time we came to Yggdrasil." Carisimmi's voice became drained the longer she talked, the stress of everything finally surfacing. "But we never had a true connection with these bodies. We merely controlled them, like puppets."

"Ever since we came to this new world, the connection to IRL has been cut off." Carisimmi shifted uncontrollably in Sebas's lap as the fluid between her legs cooled down. Sebas seemed unfazed by the drying patch of wetness on his slacks as he continued to rub her back. "I don't know anything about being an angel or a demon. I never actually grew up in this body. Everything is so new and I don't know how to deal with these feelings. I think I know what I want but there's this- I don't know, this presence in the back of my mind just telling me to take and destroy. Consequences be damned!"

Carisimmi's voice rang out sharply, the bed trembling as she unconsciously allowed "Heaven's Wail" to tint her words.

"It wants out and I can feel it trying to take over. I felt it when I gave into my rage against Nigun, the desire to destroy everything felt so right. The fear in his eyes fed a hunger I didn't even know I had. But it wasn't enough." Carisimmi's sobs started back up the more she revealed her shame. Her hands clung tightly to Sebas as she let everything out. "I'm so hungry for something I can't even identify. So hungry."

Carisimmi looked up at Sebas with pleading eyes, fangs drawing blood as she bit her lips with tears streaming down her cheeks. " Sebas, I need help."

His heart broke for her. Sebas gently cupped her face with his hands while brushing away her tears. "M'lady, you needn't ask for my help. I will do everything in my power and more to help you." He answered with conviction. "Though I fear I may be lacking as these issues may stem from your mixed heritage. While I have ample knowledge on angels provided by Lord Touch Me, I know very little about demonic nature. It may be best to ask Lord Seph-."

"No." Carisimmi cut him off while shaking her head. "I couldn't possibly drag Sephiroth into this. He's still a child and even if he wasn't, he can barely understand his own emotions. I simply cannot bring myself to force him into such a confusing situation." Carisimmi's eyes met Sebas's as she spoke with conviction. "I'm sure that you will do just fine if you still wish to help. I trust you."

Sebas knew that he could never deny her. With a deep internal sigh, Sebas pressed his lips to Carisimmi's forehead and held her close. "Of course, m'lady." As much as it burned him to admit it, Sebas would need help and there was only one other demon within Nazarick who could be trusted with such a task.

Oh what a bitter pill it is to swallow, asking a rival for help.

"Thank you Sebas." Carisimmi whispered as she slumped into his arms and just let sleep take her. Honestly, it was rather endearing yet concerning how easily she let her guard down around him. He could never deny her, not that he'd ever want to. They'd been in this new world for barely two weeks and so much had happened. Hopefully, things would go more smoothly until Lord Ainz returned.

But for now, he'd let her sleep in. Her visit to Carne Village could wait for another day.

"So Momon, got a special someone waiting for you back home?" Lukrut asked while waggling his brows. Their little traveling party had been on the road for a while, the Swords of Darkness providing amicable chatter and unwitting knowledge on their trip to Carne Village. Ainz sighed at the archer's question but answered nonetheless. "I don't." He left it at that and continued walking alongside the wagon. He had no desire to share his personal life with these adventurers.

"Hm, if you say so." Lukrut said with an amused shrug before changing the subject. "Then what about that fancy feather there?" He asked as he moved to walk backwards in front of the dark knight. "There's gotta be a story there." He leaned in to look at it when Nabe cut him off.

"Lady Carissimi gifted the feather to Sir Momon as a token when she saw us off." She said curtly and watched the archer dead in the eye, silently telling him to leave her lord alone. The message went completely over his head as everyone now had their interests piqued. "Lady Carrisimi?" Ninya questioned as he jogged around to Nabe and Momon's side. "I thought you said there wasn't anyone waiting for you?" He turned to Nabe with curiosity, Lukrut turning around and slowing his gait to match the disguised maid's. "What's she like? She pretty?" He asked jokingly.

Nabe, the ever loyal denizen of Nazarick that she is, couldn't resist the opportunity to praise a Supreme Being. Ainz didn't even get the chance to try and stop her. "Lady Carissimi is undeniably the most beautiful woman in the lands. To call her merely "pretty" is an insult to her radiance. Her hair is like silken moonlight and her skin the smoothest kinds of chocolate. Her eyes alone can make any man fall to their knees." None of them had seen Nabe so passionate about something. Her eyes almost seemed to light up as she spoke. "She is the kindest soul and cares for each and everyone one of her people. Her love is enough to carry each of us into any war. However, wrong her and the fires of Hell will be a refuge in the wake of her wrath."

Lukrut let out a low whistle at the description. "Damn Momon. Sounds like you got yourself quite the catch!" His hand playfully thumped playfully against the knight's back. "She gotta sister you can introduce me too?" His words were lighthearted but Nabe's eyes narrowed at the perceived insult. Her fingers itched to draw her sword and punish the filthy human for his blatant disrespect. Thankfully, Ninya bopped his companion in the head with his staff and began scolding him. "Honestly Lukrut, that's a bit rude." He chided exasperatedly. "Maybe the reason Momon didn't tell you in the first place is because he knew you'd act like this."

The blonde scratched his hair in embarrassment as his tiny teammate continued to discipline him. On the wagon, Nfirea gave an amused huff while a wry smile touched his lips. Of course, it would seem that Momon had no issues with gaining the favor of the woman he loved. A noble lady who saw fit to give him such an expensive and intricate gift as a token of her love in place of the usual handkerchief. "I guess it's no surprise such a wonderful person would like Momon." Nifrea laughed good naturedly. Ainz could only sigh beneath his helmet and hope the others let him be.

Nifrea looked back at the silent Momon and thought of his own troubles with love. He almost wants to ask the knight for advice but the words are left forgotten as they come over the crest of the hill and spot wooden gates in the distance.

"Well that wasn't there before." Nifrea said as his brows furrowed with worry. Had something happened? Was Enri okay?

The cafeteria is filled with soft chatter and the clinking of silver. Aura dug into her breakfast sub with gusto as she discreetly kept an eye out for a familiar head of pink hair. She'd hoped to sit down and share a meal with the elusive incubus but he wasn't there when she arrived. The dark elf gave a dejected huff as she put down her sandwich and leaned back to stretch. No longer focused on searching for Sephiroth, Aura allowed the secondary noises to filter in. There wasn't much to eavesdrop on: just the assignment of shifts between maids, cheerful greetings, a heated argument over…

"I'm telling you, Lord Demiurge is courting Lord Sephiroth!"

Aura's head snapped in the direction of the particular piece of gossip. A blonde and brunette maid were surrounded as they spoke excitedly. An odd feeling filled her as she stared at them. Aura moved from her seat quickly and marched over to the collected maids. The crowd parted easily before her as she approached, her rank as a floor guardian easily garnering their attention and respect. The two maids were still speaking as she approached, too engrossed in their conversation to hear her coming. Aura stopped before them and crossed her arms.

"What's this I hear about courting?" She asked, surprising the two maids. The two of the " eeped " and bowed to her with an embarrassed "Lady Aura." Aura waved it off and propped her hands on the table as she leaned in to ask them again. "What's this I hear about courting?"

"Oh!" The brunette smiled, a blush covering her cheeks as she spoke. "Lord Demiurge is courting Lord Sephiroth!" Aura felt her heart sink at that. "Are you sure?" She questioned while gripping the edge of the table. The maid nodded happily while pointing to the far end of the cafeteria. "Oh, yes. Lady Karma told us that Lord Demiurge made a gift of intention after pining for so long."

Aura's gaze followed the direction of the maids finger and landed on Karma. The area guardian was exiting out a door, her hair ribbons bouncing adorably as she skipped. Aura said nothing as she dashed after Karma, determined to get the truth. She couldn't hold onto what the maids had said just yet, they tended to get too excited with their gossip and mix up the story the more it got passed around.

Karma could tell that she was being followed but paid no mind to her fellow guardian as she made her way to the maze. Sephiroth was still nowhere to be found and he hadn't been in his casket in two days. Irritation tainted the worry she felt as she stalked towards the maze, determined to relieve her stress with her new pet.

"Hey Karma!" Aura called out as she followed after her. "Wait up, Karma!" Her footfalls echoed in the empty hall as she caught up to Karma. She grabbed her wrist, stopping Katma in her tracks. The albino turned to face, her face carefully blank. "How can I help you?" Karma asked. While they had played together that one time, they weren't particularly close. Karma found herself internally cringing at Aura's responding grin.

"I heard the maids say that Demiurge was courting Sephiroth." Aura laughed nervously when Karma's tilted to the side. "They're just talking nonsense, right?"

Karma blinked innocently at the elf while she raised her fingers to cover the slow smile curling across her lips. My, my, those maids work fast. "Well…" Karma said slowly as she tapped her chin as though deep in thought. "It's not really my place to say but Demiurge did make a really pretty rose out of bones from a soldier Seph didn't like. And it's kinda obvious that he's been pining if you really pay attention." Nothing she said was a lie, she just fed enough of the truth to let the other draw her own conclusions.

Aura's ears dropped at what she heard. Did Sephiroth really like Demiurge? Demiurge was really smart and cool and Sephiroth seemed really mature so they did seem like a good match…

"But I'm not too sure if it'll work out?" Karma said absently as she continued to feign ignorance. "Things can change." She said with a shrug before walking off. "People can be really dumb about romance sometimes." She pretended to mumble under her breath as she left, the seed planted for now.

Aura stared at Karma's retreating back as she thought about what she heard. Things could change… A metaphorical lightbulb turned on as she dropped her fist into her open palm.

"I'll ask Shalltear on how to get a boy to like you!"

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Nuhuhuhuhu... Yes, I'm a sadist towards my characters. Do I feel bad for it, sometimes though that happens very rarely lol. Hope you enjoyed. And don't forget about the Discord!