AN: This is a preview into chapter three... Enjoy!
[ full chapter three and four will be posted within the next week or so, things may change this is just a glimpse of what I have planned, It's been a while and I have no beta reader so please know I am learning each character and the way they write from various fanfictions and the novels along with my own fun! thanks guys and please review! ]
The sun barely kissed the horizon as its rays seeped into the grand halls of Nazarick, painting them in hues of gold. Inside the Throne Room, Momonga, his silver hair glinting like strands of moonlight, stood wrapped in thought.
His white wings, folded elegantly behind him, lightly fluttered in the magical currents of the room. Crimson eyes, hidden behind an angelic visage, gleamed with an intense purpose.
The need to explore the outside world was growing ever more urgent. Information about this new land was essential, and Momonga decided it was time to act.
Sebas Tian, ever dutiful and composed, approached with the grace of a predator. He bowed deeply, his voice humble and reverent.
"Lord Momonga, everything is prepared for our journey," he intoned, eyes lowered in deference, acknowledging the immense power and divinity of his master.
Momonga nodded, his voice a low, commanding rumble.
"Very well, Sebas. We shall venture beyond the safety of Nazarick to understand this world. Lupusregina will join us. We must adopt the guise of adventurers to blend in."
In a swirl of divine light, Momonga's angelic form shifted, his glowing wings folding away. His silver hair was hidden beneath a dark helmet, as he donned the guise of a formidable paladin in black armor.
The overwhelming radiance he exuded was now concealed, replaced by a menacing aura.
Sebas retained his elegant, refined appearance, while Lupusregina transformed into a cleric, her usual playful smile replaced by a serious expression.
Before they departed, Momonga addressed his companions, his voice imbued with authority.
"Our disguises must be flawless. I will be known as Momon. Sebas, you shall be known as Sebastian, and Lupusregina, you will be Lupus. Ensure you remember your roles."
Sebas bowed, his voice steady. "As you command, Lord Momon."
Lupusregina grinned and gave a cheeky salute, though her eyes gleamed with determination. "Got it, Boss! Lupus is ready for action!"
With their new identities solidified, the trio teleported to a dense forest.
The air here was crisp, filled with the scent of nature and life, a stark contrast to the isolated halls of Nazarick.
Momonga inhaled deeply, marveling at the purity of this world compared to the tainted remnants of the one he had left behind.
"This place... it's unlike anything I've ever experienced," Momonga thought to himself, his voice barely a whisper beneath his helm.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, the trees began to thin, revealing the outline of a town nestled beyond the tree line.
"Over there," Momon said, his voice cutting through the silence. "A town."
The trio approached cautiously. The town was surrounded by a stone wall, and the open gate suggested vulnerability.
The distant sounds of battle soon reached their ears.
The town was under siege by a horde of beastmen, their savage roars and violence ringing out like a chaotic symphony.
The townsfolk, helpless and terrified, fled for their lives.
Momon's eyes narrowed beneath his helmet. "Sebastian, Lupus. We move now."
As they approached the town, a horrifying scene met them.
A beastman, its massive form looming over a young child, was ready to strike. Its maw dripped with saliva as it raised a claw to tear the child apart.
Before it could deliver the blow, Momon moved in a blur of black steel, grabbing the beastman by the throat.
The creature roared in surprise, its strength nothing in comparison to Momon's divine power. Sebas, moving with incredible speed, whisked the child away, pulling him to safety.
Momon's grip tightened. "Disgusting filth," he growled, his voice cold and commanding.
With a swift motion, he hurled the beastman into a stone wall with such force that the stone shattered upon impact. The creature slumped to the ground, lifeless.
The streets were chaos incarnate, with villagers running for their lives as the beastmen rampaged. Momon, Sebas, and Lupusregina quickly leapt into action, their movements a deadly ballet of precision and power.
Momon raised his armored hand, his voice echoing with divine authority.
"Grasp Heart," he intoned. A beastman charging at a group of villagers suddenly stopped, clutching its chest. With a final gasp, it collapsed, its heart crushed by Momonga's magic.
"Still works perfectly," Momon murmured, satisfied. Deciding to test his physical prowess, he conjured two massive black greatswords, their dark blades gleaming with malice. Spotting what appeared to be a beastman leader rallying his troops, Momon dashed forward, a blur of dark power.
The beastman general, larger and more menacing than the others, roared and charged.
With fluid, almost effortless motions, Momon brought both swords down in a brutal arc, slicing the beastman cleanly in two. Blood sprayed as the two halves hit the ground, testament to his overwhelming might.
"Lupus, heal the villagers while you fight," he commanded, ensuring they maintained their cover as adventurers.
Lupusregina, her playful nature masked by fierce determination, nodded. "Right, Boss!" She swung her Crosier with deadly precision, smashing a beastman's skull with a sickening crunch. Simultaneously, golden light radiated from her hands, healing injured villagers as she danced between combat and healing with ease.
Sebas, always the picture of grace and deadly skill, moved with inhuman speed, his fists and feet striking with lethal precision. He targeted the vital points of his enemies, shattering bones and ending lives with every blow. One beastman lunged at him, but Sebas sidestepped effortlessly, delivering a devastating uppercut that sent the creature flying.
Momon, his greatswords gleaming with dark energy, moved through the battlefield like a force of nature, cleaving through the beastmen with ruthless efficiency. He summoned black flames, engulfing a group of attackers, their screams lost to the inferno.
Sebas, still a whirlwind of martial prowess, dispatched his foes with deadly precision. A beastman lunged at him, but Sebas caught it mid-air, snapping its neck in a fluid motion. He tossed the body aside and continued his onslaught.
Lupusregina's dual role as healer and warrior was seamless.
Her Crosier spun in deadly arcs, crushing skulls and breaking bones, while her magic mended wounds as if by second nature. Even when a beastman managed to wound her, she simply healed herself with a flick of her hand before retaliating with brutal force.
Momon, eyes glowing with dark light beneath his helm, summoned shadowy tendrils from the earth, ensnaring multiple beastmen.
"Black Hole," he commanded, and a swirling vortex appeared, pulling the creatures into its void. Their screams were quickly silenced as they were torn apart by the darkness.
As the last of the beastmen fell, the town grew eerily quiet, the ground littered with the bodies of the slain. The villagers, who had been cowering in fear, slowly emerged, their faces a mixture of awe and disbelief.
Two young women, one with long auburn hair and striking green eyes, the other with short blonde hair, approached cautiously, their expressions a mix of fear and gratitude.
"Thank you... thank you so much," the older girl stammered, her voice trembling. "You saved us all."
Momon inclined his head slightly, his voice calm and regal. "You are safe now. We are here to help."
Sebas and Lupusregina stood by his side, their presence radiating power and protection. The villagers began to gather around, their expressions turning from fear to reverence.
The village chief, an elderly man with deep lines of worry etched into his face, stepped forward. He bowed deeply, his voice thick with emotion. "You have saved our lives. Please, allow us to repay you in any way we can."
Momon shook his head, his tone resolute. "There is no need for repayment. Our duty is to protect those in need. However, we do require information."
The chief straightened, his expression one of both respect and curiosity. Momonga's presence radiated a divine aura that demanded obedience without the need for force.