The Great Tomb

Momonga's eyes shot open, red glowing circles in a sea of black darting around as he suddenly, almost instantaneously felt actual cloth and wood upon his skin. What…had happened? The cacophony of information and video game boxes that usually choked his screen were nowhere to be found, instead replaced with visuals of the Great Tomb's throne room that had to be the most realistic he had ever seen, "Menu!" Momonga called out in a voice that was not his own. This wasn't the first time someone had accidentally got themselves stuck inside the game of Yggdrasil without a clear way out, but the shitty devs were at least smart enough to put voice activated precautions in case this happened…except nothing did happen even after Momonga called out. The massive man stood with wide eyes, suddenly very disoriented by the fact he was a good three to four feet taller than he usually was, and inside a completely different body, "Menu!" He said again, this time with a much more slow tone.

"Menu, my lord?" Momonga almost froze at the melodious voice of which he didn't recognise, before turning to see the ever beautiful Albedo looking up from her kneeling position towards him with an inquisitive glance, "I'm sorry Master Momonga, but I am unaware of any 'menu,' unless you mean what meals we have prepared for today."

Momonga looked at Albedo with his glowing red gaze for a few seconds, his face completely and utterly emotionless, before turning forward and shouting out into the room once more, "Message to the Administrators!" Nothing, "Message to the Developers!?" Nothing, "Message to…" Who else could he message?

Momonga brought his ring-covered hand to his face, his lips upturning in an almost unbelievable grimace as his pearly-white, serrated teeth let heavy breaths breathe through his blackened gums. It was really only then when he realized that he didn't 'feel' right. His body, his usually skinny, short, gaunt body was replaced…how could he explain this feeling? He'd lived so long inside his actual body that when he found himself inside this…whatever it was, it felt weird to even take a step. Momonga's breathing grew more frantic, his eyes shrinking and a nervous sweat pooling down his face. This was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong! He needs back into his own body! Where is his body!? He can't breathe! These aren't his lungs! These aren't his eyes! This isn't his face! What is happening!?

"I'm afraid I'm unaware of any 'administrators' or 'developers' that we could message either. We do have the Floor Guardians though, would you like for me to relay a message to them instead?" Albedo asked politely, completely unaware of the mental breakdown that was happening to the tall being.

Momonga broke out of his trance at her voice, a single semblance of rationality appearing once more in his mind, "The Floor Guardians…yes, that's what I meant! Bring them to the Amphitheater on the Sixth Floor, I'll be waiting there for you when you arrive." Momonga's voice bellowed out, a silky-smooth noise that seemed to drag on into a foreboding whisper as he spoke.

Albedo simply nodded, though she couldn't help but raise an inquisitive eyebrow at the command, "Including the Guardians for the fourth and eighth floors, Lord Momonga?"

Momonga stopped to think at that question, "I suppose not, Gargantua isn't really much for conversation, and Victim is…Victim…" Momonga snapped his head from that line of thinking, it didn't matter right now, "Sebas!"

The well-groomed butler bowed deeper at the voice of his lord, "Yes, my lord?"

Momonga snapped his hand towards him as if to signal some sort of command, "Something terrible has happened to the tomb! I need you to check the perimeters and report back to me!"

"An attack!?" One of the maids commented, Lupusregina Beta if Momonga remembered correctly, before she was swiftly shut up by one of her fellow sisters with a punch to the head.

Momonga coughed into his hand at the comment, "I'm unsure! But as Sebas checks the surroundings, I'll need all of you to make sure that the Great Tomb has not been compromised! Am I understood!?"

"Yes sir!" All of the maids spoke at once, including Sebas, before immediately leaving the throne room with as much dignity as they could while in such a rush.

Albedo gave another bow as she spoke, "And I shall fetch the Floor Guardians post haste! If we are surely under attack from some outside force, then we should prepare for the absolute worst!"

Momonga hummed to himself at the words, "Just a moment Albedo…I need to test something first…" He couldn't help the nervous tone that twinged his otherwise silky-smooth voice, "Can I…touch your breast?"

God, he was such a fucking loser…

Though his logic was very sound. Yggdrasil was a PG-13+ game, meaning that any overtly sexual acts were strictly forbidden and even bannable offenses. Peroroncino had to learn that lesson the hard way, the horny bastard. Meaning that if he did, uhm, 'commit an overtly sexual act,' then that would either prove that he was, in fact, in an isekai situation, or he would be kicked from the game by the Administrators. And since he can't leave the game on his own apparently, getting kicked seemed like the next best option…that was, unless this was all real. He didn't want to think about that right now though, so instead Momonga's eyes furrowed as he focused on the exact rules for Yggdrasil's PG-13+ policies, if he was completely honest, the game could be rated M for mature by just the in-game voice chats alone. Those things were fucking vile…

"Of course my lord!" Albedo practically moaned, her polite smile twisting into a completely perverse one.

Momonga blinked a few times at the outburst. It was that easy!? Damn, he should ask to fondle girls breasts more often! Wait…on second thought that might not be the best idea, "Thank you Albedo, don't worry, it will only take a second-!"

"Take all the time you need!" Albedo screamed in bliss before 'presenting' herself for the now very uncomfortable Supreme Being. Momonga raised a hesitant hand and took a deep breath. This was it, either he was about to be kicked from the game…or this wasn't a game. Momonga had never touched a woman like this before, the only woman he'd ever really been close to was his mother, so safe to say he was anxious. Nevertheless, the young man swallowed his nervousness, and clasped his hand on her breast. Albedo gave a face of pure bliss, a slight moan escaping her lips as she savored every last moment of the physical contact. Until it stopped. Albedo watched as Momonga stood and wobbled forward a couple steps, the succubus slightly annoyed that he had let go so soon, "Is everything alright my lord? I haven't disappointed you have I?"

It took Momonga a second to respond, almost as if snapping out of a trance, "Huh? Oh, no Albedo, you were perfect. I just…gather the Floor Guardians immediately. I'll meet you on the Sixth Floor." Before teleporting out of the room.

Momonga reappeared on the Sixth Floor within the stands of the Amphitheater where the Floor Guardians were soon to show, before falling into one of the many seats. He just teleported, using magic…magic was real. This wasn't a game, this was real. Momonga let out a chuckle at that, before slowly letting his chuckle devolve into full blown cackling. This was real! He was inside a fucking game! Momonga looked down at his hands with his glowing red eyes and gave an expression of pure fear. These weren't his hands, they were too big, too smooth, too pale, too beautiful! Too gentle! Too strong! Too much! It was all too much! These weren't his fucking hands! These weren't his fucking-!

"Halt! Who goes there!" Momonga's attention was snapped away from his hands as a dark elf child wearing a red and white suit suddenly jumped onto the ground from the stands, her voice cheerful and her face full of pep, "No one other than the residents of the Great Tomb of Nazarick are allowed upon this floor! Come and face the Guardian of this floor, coward!"

Momonga's rapid breathing calmed down, a small smile appearing on his face as he gripped the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown and teleported right in front of the child, slightly shocking her as he stood over the small being and made his overwhelming height apparent when compared to her stature. Momonga's smile grew as he noticed the heterochromia eyes of the elf, a wave of nostalgia wafting over him at the sight. He recognized this NPC, Aura Bella Fiora! He remembered when Bukubukuchagama created her! Oh the memories he had of his friend playing dress up with her…good times, good times.

Momonga lowered his gaze onto the Aura and suddenly felt another wave of nervousness creep across his spine. Aura was a Floor Guardian, meaning she was one of the most powerful beings within the tomb, meaning she could probably kill him…

Momonga swallowed the lump in his throat before shifting his smile into an arrogant smirk. No, he was the leader of this tomb, she has no reason to attack him. But until he actually got a good read on all the Floor Guardian's opinions of him, he should probably play the part he made his avatar for, "My, my, Aura. Is that any way to greet one of the Supreme Beings? A proper hello would have sufficed well enough."

Aura immediately bowed as deep as she could, a pool of sweat forming a puddle where her forehead cratered the ground, "I'm so sorry Lord Momonga! I couldn't see you all the way over there! I thought you were an intruder!"

Momonga gave a genuine chuckle at that, "It's quite alright Aura, honestly your reaction time was quite impressive, though we might need to work on your perception capabilities…" Suddenly Momonga remembered something important, "By the way, where is your brother, Mare? Aren't you two supposed to be guarding this floor together?"

Aura blinked at the question in confusion, before realizing that her second half wasn't there besides her. Her face instantly turned angry as she directed herself up towards the stands and gave a shout, "Mare! What are you doing!? We're supposed to be a tag team!"

A shy voice could be heard from the stands as pointed ears and a nervous face peaked over the wall, "I know Aura…but Lord Momonga is really scary…"

Momonga titled his head in curiosity at the reserved tone of Mare's voice. He wondered if all NPC's had this level of personality or not. If he remembered correctly, Touch Me hadn't actually programmed any background info for Sebas. Did that mean Sebas didn't have a personality? Did the personality of an NPC rely on the background info and settings their creator's coded them with? If not, then how much of their personalities were just made up on the spot?

Momonga shook his head out of that line of thinking. He'd figure that out later, as for right now? He was starting to wonder just how powerful his magic actually was…after all, if he was able to teleport all over the place with just a simple thought, what else could he do? Momonga smirked up at the still nervous Mare, "My dearest Mare, you have nothing to fear! I'm merely here to check up on you two! It has been quite some time since I've done just that, hasn't it!? Come on down, I promise I won't bite!"

Mare was still slightly hesitant, but Aura quickly added her own two cents, "Mare get your butt down here right now and stop being a baby! You're being very rude to Lord Momonga!"

Mare began to freak out at that, "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry Lord Momonga! I'm coming down!" And with that, Mare hopped over the wall of the stands and landed softly right next to his sister. The shy boy dusted off his blue and white skirt before giving a bow with his large wooden staff, "Mare Bello Fiore, at your service!"

Momonga couldn't help but quirk his eye at the skirt that Mare wore, usually Bukubukuchagama dressed them up in the opposite outfits…maybe she wanted to switch things up before she left for good? He really hadn't spent all that much time in the actual tomb of Nazarick in quite some time, most of his schedule consisting of grinding and clearing dungeons for the guild while he was online. It wasn't completely out of the realm of possibility that Bukubukuchagama had been in a crossdressing mood before she left and he simply hadn't noticed.

Momonga smiled at the two with as much of a warm smile as his new face could make, "Ah good, I'm glad you two are doing alright. Listen, the rest of the Floor Guardians will be joining us very shortly, but before then, I was wondering if you two would like to put on a performance for the King of Nazarick?"

Mare was about to give an unsure response, but was completely interrupted by his sister who chimed in with her usual pep, "Of course my lord! What kind of performance would you like us to enact!?"

Momonga tapped his ornate golden staff and smirked, "I think you two besting one of my summons would be more than entertaining. And it would be the perfect way to tell if the two of you are getting…rusty."

Aura pumped her chest in defiance, "A Floor Guardian is never rusty! Bring it on Lord Momonga!"

Momonga played into his new appearance, giving a wide smile to show off his almost shark-like teeth and blackened gums, "Well then, let's begin." Momonga swiveled on his heels and pointed the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown towards the center of the large amphitheater, "Summon: Primal Fire Elemental!" Momonga felt something within his very being get pulled and form towards the center of the battleground. Magic crackled and the air smelled of burning rock as a giant being of magma and flames exploded from the ground and roared towards the heavens with a belch of flames. Momonga seemed quite pleased with himself. Even though his older avatar was far more a Summoner type of fighter than his current, more Arcane Caster skill set, he still made sure to incorporate some of the more…flashy summons into his repertoire, "Have fun kids! I think level ninety should be easy enough for you two!"

Mare looked absolutely terrified by the giant roaring fire monster, but was quickly pulled into battle by his sister, whose smile couldn't be wider, and whose eyes couldn't hold more excitement, "Come on Mare! When's the last time we've actually gotten to fight anything!?"

"Aura!" Mare whined as the flaming behemoth prepared to strike.

Momonga kept his smirk on his face, but was currently panicking like crazy on the inside. He wanted to test what exactly the Floor Guardians were capable of within this 'new world' and he thought that this was one of the best ways of doing that. He was an idiot. They were just kids! And he was forcing them to fight one of the strongest summons he had! He really didn't think this through…

Momonga's gaze followed Aura as she somersaulted through the air with a cheery laugh before lashing at the fire monster with her bladed whip, cutting cleanly through the fire as Mare worked on support and his signature Druid magic. On second thought…they were Floor Guardians. They could handle themselves.

Momonga relaxed slightly as he teleported once more into the stands and took a seat. He remembered when his original avatar had been glitched from existence, his perfect Overlord, Necromancer, Skeleton Daddy avatar was just…gone. The devs told him it was a bug, a freak accident that occurred because of some overlap in the game's code or some bullshit like that. To say he was angry would be an understatement, he was fucking furious! He'd spent time, money, blood, sweat, and tears to make his perfect Necromancer villain…and then it was just gone!?

He didn't give up though, no sir! He swallowed his grief, made a new account, and started over with a new avatar. This time he'd go with a true Dark Lord! A master in the arcane arts! A God of the Night that struck true fear into the hearts of all his enemies! If his original Overlord avatar was made with his love and passion, his current body was made using his anger and sadness of losing his original love!

"And fear…" Momonga whispered aloud. Yes, fear at the prospect of losing something else close to him. Whether that be his new avatar, his collection of resources, his guild…his friends…fear was what controlled him from that day moving forward. Fear that at any moment, he could lose it all…

"Master Momonga?"

Momonga snapped out of his trance at the older, respectful tone of Sebas speaking directly into his ear through a magic circle. Not entirely sure how to react, Momonga simply placed two fingers on the magic circle as he would an earpiece and responded, "Yes Sebas, what have you to report?"

Sebas' tone was stoic, yet still carried some level of surprise that Momonga was able to pick up on, "It appears that the Great Tomb of Nazarick is no longer surrounded by the poison swamps. Instead we seem to be in a plain-like biome with small forests off in this distance."

Momonga furrowed his brow at the information. Okay…that meant that he didn't just get sucked into Yggdrasil. It seems the entire tomb was relocated entirely to a new spot. Whether that spot was still in Yggdrasil…he'd have to do more research to see, "Good work Sebas, this is…alarming news. If you would, please make an effort to procure some of the wildlife close to the tomb. Bugs, worms, and the such. That way we can get a proper read on where we ended up."

Momonga could practically hear Sebas bow at the order, "As you wish my lord."

"And Sebas." Momonga continued, grabbing Sebas' attention once more, "Be cautious, and stay close to the tomb. At the first sign of trouble return to Nazarick. Am I understood?"

Sebas responded with a slight pep in his tone, "It honors this lowly butler that you'd care for my wellbeing so much my lord. I promise that I'll avoid trouble at all costs."

"Good." Momonga responded, as the magic circle disappeared from his ear. A sigh escaped his lips, "Huh, being the Dark Lord of Nazarick takes a lot more acting than you'd think…hopefully I don't come off too mean…"

Aura landed a few last slashes of her whip on the elemental as Mare sent a wave of dirt to snuff out the rest of the flames, killing the beast for good. The dark elves swiped a few beads of sweat from their forehead as Aura pumped a fist into the air, "Wow! That really gets your blood pumping, right Mare!?"

Mare let out a sigh at his sister's expression, "Right Aura…"

Momonga teleported back into the arena and gave a clap of his hands, "Very good Aura, Mare! You'd make Bukubukuchagama proud! You must be rather thirsty after the fight, here have some water."

Momonga pulled a pitcher from his inventory, a black portal appearing for him to reach into to retrieve the liquid from. He poured a couple glasses and watched as the two children gulped down the contents. Mare giving a polite smile after finishing his glass, "Refreshing! Thank you Lord Momonga! We are unworthy of your generosity!"

Momonga chuckled at those words, "Unworthy of water? Please, it's the least I can do after putting on such a splendid performance."

"A splendid performance indeed. After all, I wouldn't call the little runts flailing of her whip anything more than a pretty little dance."

Momonga swiped his red gaze towards the newcomer within the arena, a woman with deathly pale skin and wearing a poofy Victorian era dress, "Ah Shalltear, I'm glad you managed to get here so soon."

A puff of red dusted the small woman's cheeks as she twirled the umbrella over her shoulder, "Hello Lord Momonga. A pleasure as always." Before holding out her well manicured hand to be accepted.

Momonga, having to practically bend over himself due to the staggering height difference between the two, took the hand and gave it a quick peck as he desperately tried not to break character, "The pleasure is all mine Shalltear, I only wish we could have met once more under less stressful matters."

Shalltear puffed out her chest as the dust of pink on her deathly pale cheeks grew stronger, "Well maybe after we're done here…perhaps we can meet for some 'personal' time."

Shalltear's head instantly snapped forward, her silver hair flailing as something strong struck her from behind. Aura dusted off her glove as her face scrunched into a frown, "Stop trying to flirt with our lord you hussy."

Shalltear's eyes immediately turned murderous as she bared her fangs at the small elf child, "You little brat! Who are you calling a hussy you crossdressing twerp!?"

Aura's eyes blazed in anger at the insult as Mare desperately, and failed, to calm the situation, "At least I've got enough confidence in my appearance to not pad my chest, you bloodsucking harlot!"

Momonga pursed his lips as sweat began to run down his brow, "H-hey now, there's no need to start a fight you two…"

"Our. Lord. Is. Right! Stop. Fighting. In. The. Presence. Of. A. Supreme. Being. You. Two!" Shalltear and Aura immediately stopped butting heads at the introduction of the new voice.

Momonga gave a small noise of gratitude as the large insectoid form of Cocytus marched forward with his iconic halberd in one of his four hands, "Cocytus, thank you for coming so soon. I'm sorry I couldn't have given you a little more of a notice…"

"Think. Nothing. Of. It. My. Lord! I. Live. To. Serve!" Cocytus practically shouted as the large warrior bug bowed just as a knight would.

"We all live to serve Lord Momonga. That was the reason we were created by the Supreme Beings after all." A far more nasally voice spoke up as Demiurge walked closely behind Albedo, a wide smirk on his face as his glasses gleamed under the starlight, "It's a pleasure to meet you once again my lord. If I may be inclined to ask, for what reason have you gathered us here?"

Momonga watched as all the Floor Guardians along with Albedo lined up in front of him and kneeled. Albedo smiled as she spoke towards the towering form of their lord, "All the Floor Guardians other than Victim and Gargantua have arrived per your request my lord."

Alright…time to act the hell outta this, "Splendid! Thank you all for arriving so soon upon my orders! I'm sorry I had to take all of you away from your very important work, but I'm afraid that we have far more pressing issues to deal with." Momonga kept his red glowing gaze on his Floor Guardians as he spoke, "It appears that the Great Tomb of Nazarick has been relocated to a new area without us noticing."

"What?" Demiurge asked more curiously than shocked, "How? Surely we would have noticed Nazarick suddenly relocating."

"You question our lord, Demiurge?" Albedo asked with an air of irritation.

"Not at all Albedo." Demiurge replied as he adjusted his spectacles with his smile never leaving his face, "I'm merely asking the great and glorious Momonga how such a thing occurred."

Momonga felt a bead of sweat fall from his brow. He didn't know how it happened, he didn't know how any of this happened, yet they're all looking at him for answers…perhaps honesty was the best path forward, "That's the most frightening part, I don't know." The Floor Guardians gasped at those words, making Momonga sweatdrop once more in anxiety. D-did they think he knew everything? Just how high of an opinion did they have of him?

Cocytus let out a huff of frost from his mandibles, "Then. We. Must. Prepare. For. The. Worst!"

"Agreed." Shalltear added, her eyes gleaming with an unknown emotion, "Any enemy of Nazarick shall feel our wrath."

Momonga pursed his lips at those words, "Y-yes! We must go purely on the defensive! Until we have a better understanding of where we have found ourselves, we need to be cautious!" Momonga's silky-smooth voice boomed as a deep magenta aura surrounded his form, "Things have changed…and so have I! So Nazarick must change as well! But if we are to survive and flourish, I am going to need all of the power Nazarick can give!" Momonga's eyes fell onto his friend's NPCs, their children, and smiled with his serrated teeth and blackened gums, "I'll need every last bit of help I can get, can I count on all of you, my precious Floor Guardians?"

"Yes, Lord Momonga! We live to serve!" They all shouted in unison as if they had rehearsed for days, their voices filled with emotion.

Momonga let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He didn't know he could be so charismatic, he did put a fair bit of his skill points into intelligence and charisma though…could his actual in-game stats have an effect on his actual mind now that he was literally his avatar? Eh…one thing at a time, right now he needed to focus on the Great Tomb, "Thank you, all of you. Now then, Nazarick is completely exposed to the outside world. I recommend we find a way to conceal ourselves from any of our enemies, any suggestions on how we go about doing that?"

The Guardian's looked at one another for a moment, only Demiurge and Albedo having some semblance of an idea pop in their heads. That was, until Mare politely raised his hand, "Master Momonga…I could use some of my magic to hide the tomb by disguising it as a hill around it."

Albedo instantly sneered at the suggestion, "You would dirty the walls of the Great Tomb with dirt and mud!? How despicable!"

Momonga pursed his lips at succubus' outburst, "While I appreciate the passion Albedo, we aren't in a position to be picky with our actions. We are woefully uninformed of this new area and the enemies that may lurk within the dark. Pragmatism is the most important thing we can have right now."

Albedo immediately switched from looking to smack mare across the face to complete embarrassment, "Of course my lord! I'm so terribly sorry! Please excuse my idiocy!"

Momonga felt a headache grow from the outburst, "You're excused Albedo." Before turning to the dark elf, "A hill will work fine Mare, just make sure to add other hills around the area as camouflage, it would look awfully suspicious if there was just one hill within a grassy plain."

Mare gave a cheery smile at his lord, "Of course, thank you Lord Momonga."

Momonga looked upon the rest of his loyal followers and let out a small sigh. While he still didn't have a full grasp on this whole isekai situation he found himself in, what with magic and monsters and the like, it was at least comforting to know that the denizens of Nazarick were so loyal towards him. Though…he didn't want to be like his boss, constantly expecting too much without giving any time to rest. No, these NPCs, these…children, they deserved better than that. He wondered…just how did they view him, the Lord of Dark and Shadow, the God of the Night?

"Before I leave you all to your duties, it has been quite some time since I've sat down and gotten to know all of you. I was just wondering, how do all of you view me? Feel free to share your thoughts." Momonga asked, the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown gripped even tighter in his hand.

Albedo went first, a blush forming on her cheeks as her lips upturned in a wide smile, "You are my beloved! The one true master of Nazarick, as well as the only Supreme Being who remained when all others left!"

Demiurge spoke next, his nasally voice in contrast with his happy expression, "A genius without equal, a master in strategy and tactics. Even among the Supreme Beings, you stood above the rest with your sheer brilliance. I can only hope to learn even a fraction of your wisdom one of these years."

Cocytus breathed out a steady stream of frost as his bulky carapace shuttered, "A. True. Warrior…With. Honor. And. Courage. Running. Through. Your. Veins. My. Lord! You. Hold. Power. That. Knows. No. Limit!"

Aura pepped up with a large toothy grin, "You're really strong, and really nice! You can also cast these super cool magic spells, and even summon some pretty cool monsters too!"

Mare, encouraged by his sister, spoke next, "You're a kind and thoughtful person Lord Momonga. Even if you can be pretty scary at times…"

Shalltear spoke last, her ruby red eyes glimmering with emotion, "You're the most incredible being in the whole of existence, Lord Momonga. You are the One Who Stayed, the only Supreme Being that remained after all else left. You've earned all of our loyalty over and over through your actions, and I am willing to do anything to please you my lord." Shalltear gave a wink, causing Momonga's eyes to widen slightly, "Anything…"

The large man coughed into his hand before replying, "Y-yes, well thank you for giving me your opinions. It has been…enlightening." Momonga slammed his staff down and summoned his magenta aura around him once more, "Now then, we must make haste! I promise, that as long as every single one of you gives everything for Nazarick's future, that I will do exactly the same! Nazarick has survived through the toughest of battles, faced the strongest of foes, and we have always come out victorious! This time will not be any different, this I swear!" Before the imposing form of Momonga teleported away with a flash, ending his short speech.

There was a moment of silence between the Floor Guardians, before they exploded into conversation, "That was so cool!"

"Lord Momonga truly knows how to leave an impression. I wonder what genius plan he's cooking up?"

"Oh my love! I promise to give everything I am to you!"

"His. Presence. Is. That. Of. A. True. King. We. Are. Truly. Blessed. To. Have. Him. Here. With. All. Of. Us."

"He's really nice, I guess he isn't so scary after all."

"Whew, talk about a hunk! I think I'll need a change of undergarments after the rush he just gave me."

Albedo wasn't the biggest fan of that last part, "Back off Shalltear Bitchfallen! He's mine!"

Shalltear's eyes glowed red with killing intent, "Over my dead body whore!"

Albedo's body erupted in a violent aura as her sneer grew almost comically big, "Before or after I rip your head off!? You undead tramp!"

Cocytus shook his head as the cat fight began to grow increasingly more violent, "How. Dishonorable. Having. Denizens. Of. Nazarick. Fight. Over. Such. Frivolous. Things."

"On the contrary, Cocytus." Demiurge spoke as his tail gave a slight wag, "This little scuffle has brought up a very important point that we must consider."

Aura looked up at the arch-devil curiously, "What point Demiurge?"

Demiurge flung out his gloved hands, "Why, who will be the one to bear Lord Momonga's heir!" He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Aura stared at the demon for a good second or two, before slowly backing away from the man, "Yeah, okay, I'm just gonna be over here while you deal with…that."

Albedo and Shalltear immediately stopped butting heads at Demiurge's words. The succubus seemingly off in her own world as she spoke, "A child? I couldn't possibly be given such a role…well if my lord insisted…"

Shalltear cupped her cheek as she felt a wave of ecstasy roll through her, "His heir? I guess if Momonga was the one to give me a child, I wouldn't mind."

Cocytus looked between the two women and sighed, his halberd tapping the ground a few times as a breath of frosty mist left his mandibles, "We. Really. Shouldn't. Be. Discussing. This. Without. Lord. Momonga. It. Seems. A. Tad…Personal."

Demiurge let out a chuckle at his friend's comment, "Oh come now Cocytus, surely you can see it now! A child running through the halls of Nazarick, training to become powerful enough to be on par with the Supreme Beings, being raised by their aunts and uncles."

Cocytus' eyes sparkled at the last part, "Uncles?" Before throwing his four arms in the air in celebration, "Yes! Uncle. Cocytus! We'll. Train. To. Become. Unstoppable. Warriors! I'll. Give. The. Little. Scamp. Piggyback. Rides! Oh. Happy. Days!"

Mare and Aura watched as Albedo and Shalltear began arguing with one another again, Demiurge snickered evilly under his breath, as Cocytus went on and on about being Uncle Cocytus. Mare felt a bead of sweat travel down his forehead, "I don't suppose they'll be stopping anytime soon, eh sis?"

"Nope." Aura replied plainly.

Mare sighed as he gripped his staff just a little bit tighter, "I wonder what Lord Momonga is up to right now?"

Aura gave her brother a toothy grin at the question, "What he's always doing Mare! Being completely and totally awesome!"

Momonga popped into existence within a large, extravagant bedroom, before stumbling to the ultra-soft bed and falling face first into the covers. He had to get used to walking with these new legs, he could barely take a few steps before falling over himself. Momonga pulled himself up to a seated position and looked over himself once more. Now that he'd dealt with the whole 'tomb relocation stuff,' he could finally stop for long enough to think.

Alright, so he was transported from his actual world into his avatar body, he can apparently use all the magic that he could use in Yggdrasil, and all the NPCs within Nazarick are now alive and sentient super-powerful beings that are completely and totally loyal to him.

…this was fucking nuts…

Momonga looked at his hands again, pasty white hands, hands that were far too smooth and perfect to be his own. Before a thought struck him, and almost instantly Momonga snapped his fingers and caused all of his clothes to disappear in a blizzard of magic sparkles. His skull-shaped chestplate, his long crimson cape, the dark blue garments he wore alongside his chestpiece, even his rings and undergarments were stripped from his form as he walked over to the bedroom's mirror, and looked.

His hair was long and black, flowing like oil onto his broad shoulders. His lean muscles completely perfect, without an inch of fat to be seen anywhere on his body. Dark veins could barely be seen underneath his light skin, popping up every so often across his body. His teeth were sharp and large, his gums blackened, his eyes glowing red circles within black seas. He looked exactly how he designed his avatar to look, down to the handsome features he's sculpted onto his face. He looked…perfect…

…too perfect…

Momonga gave a smile in the mirror, then a frown, then a sneer, then nothing, then a laugh, every expression he gave growing more and more rampant as his breathing grew faster and faster. He did smile, he did frown, he did laugh, he did all these things…but too perfectly. There wasn't any flaw, no fault in the movements of his facial muscles. There was nothing behind the expressions, even as he pried his cheeks back to try and create a flaw in his beautiful, handsome face, all that stared back were those cold, uncanny eyes.

That's it, he was uncanny, he was too perfect, he'd created himself to be too perfect. Momonga let out another laugh, though this one was in a pain he couldn't quite describe…before he smashed his fist into the mirror, breaking it along with the wall it was attached to.

"You're…you're not me…" Momonga told the shattered remains of his reflection, "I-I'm Suzuki Satori…I'm Suzuki…not you…"

Momonga stepped back, before falling over himself onto the floor of the bedroom, his awkward legs finally giving out from under him due to the sheer unfamiliarity of them. Momonga let out a few heavy breaths, before screaming into the ceiling of the room, his voice a perfect silky-smooth tone. Black tears began running down his face as he let out another scream, the uncanny face of someone he didn't recognise stuck in his mind. He slammed his hands against his forehead and squeezed, almost as if he was trying to keep what sanity left in his mind from getting out. He screamed again.

Take him back…take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back! Take him back!

He didn't want to play this game anymore! He didn't want to play anymore! He wanted out! Take him back home! Let him out! Take him back to his crappy apartment! Take him back to his crappy job! Take him back to his crappy life!

Momonga cried silently to himself as he curled up on the ground, even his silhouette being something you would find in a great artist's masterpiece. He stayed that way for what felt like hours, that same perfect face burned into his mind's eye. Until he wasn't crying anymore.

Momonga wobbled to his feet, black stains running down his cheeks as he snapped his fingers and summoned his outfit once more. His crappy life…it was gone. He may never be able to go back to that toxin-filled world, to the streets littered with the corpses of orphans, to the hyper industries that ran the planet. Momonga's brow furrowed, his lips shut tight, and his eyes blazing like an inferno.

"…good…"