"Eliza! Take Annabelle to her room and close the door!" The sheep demon Bruce shouted across the room as all the visitors entered the house, and within a few seconds, the sounds of frantic shuffling was to be heard before a door was closed shut with a small thud.
The demon led the visitors to the living room of his home as he sat down after they all took their respective seats.
"So… your highness." Bruce began first, eyeing them warily. "Why exactly do you want to spare the bastard?"
At Bruce's cold furious gaze, the hellborns felt a sweat drop rolling down her forehead, but despite that, she still persevered and showed a confident demeanor as she replied.
"Mr. Bruce, you know about the hotel I'm managing in Pentagram City, right?" As the sheep demon nodded, Charlie took a deep breath before continuing. "I wanted to ask you to let me take the… uh… ("shit I don't know his name" she spoke under her breath)… the sinner! Yes, the sinner, into the hotel to rehabilitate him to be a better person!" As she ended her request, Charlie broke into a heartwarming smile as she waited for Bruce's approval or disapproval, prepared for what to say in case of either, almost.
"You… fucking want me to just… let the bastard go?! After what he did?!" Bruce's voice was commendably almost composed despite his obvious fury, yet it didn't deter Charlie from trying to continue speaking with him.
"I understand your anger, I really do. But revenge or violence isn't the answer! Everybody can change if they're given the chance to be better!"
"Not when they're off the deep fucking end like that monster!"
As Bruce's voice rose loudly, Lucifer stood up angrily as he glared at the man, taking small steps towards him. "Don't you dare raise your voice at my daughter, you-!"
"Before he could take another step, an ivory white alabaster serpent, one different to the snake that slumbered continuously on the fallen angel's hat, hissed at him as it seemingly floated in between him and the sheep demon. And the voice that followed indicated who this creature belonged to, or rather who it was a part of.
"Sit. The. Fuck. Down."
Adam coldly intoned as he continued his usual nonchalant demeanor despite the occuring events, which made Lucifer all the more angrier.
"Did you forget who beat the hell out of you last time, Adam? Or are you just that stupid?" The sin of pride hissed as his hateful glare bore holes into Adam's skull who remained silent, his tone adopting a hint of superiority as he continued.
"No, of course you are. But I wouldn't mind going for round two right about now, and who knows, maybe this time you'll die for good."
The tension in the air between the two of them was so thick you would need a chainsaw instead of a knife to cut it. The Hazbins all took wary glances between the two former angels while Charlie could only look on with absolute worry for her dad, after all, what those… bodyguards… of Adam did was still in the forefront of her memory. Sure her dad might've been taken by surprise, but she's not willing to risk him being hurt again.
Yet before any one of them could have a word in, Ainz's deep baritone voice echoed across the living room, eyeing each of them for a moment before speaking.
"That is enough. We are guests here. If you, King Morningstar, intend to fight Adam, then I will take it as your daughter relinquishing her chance to protect the sinner and dispose of him instead effective immediately."
Ainz didn't say anything threatening, nor did his tone change from his usual one, yet the threat, nay, the promise, of what he intends to do to the poor soul sent a shiver down the hotel proprietress's spine.
Charlie tugged at her father's sleeve as a desperate plea was displayed on her face, tugging at the fallen angel's heart.
He sighed as he went and took his seat besides his daughter as she gave him a grateful look for his response.
Adam clicked his tongue at the missed chance to fight Lucifer, earning him a hard stare from Ainz who nudged his elbow.
"Now then…" Ainz began. "Mr. Bruce, you are confident in your decision to not allow that man any forgiveness, correct?"
Bruce twitched for a moment as his floppy ears flapped for a bit before he set his eyes on Ainz and with a nod he spoke up. "I would rather die than letting him walk away after what he did, he doesn't fucking deserve forgiveness or mercy."
The hatred in the man's tone upset Charlie to a considerable degree, yet she couldn't just give up, if she did, then all that happened till now, the meetings with Heaven, the fight, Sir Pentious's death and redemption…
… Wait, that's it!
"We have proof!"
Charlie's voice was an octave higher as she sputtered out in an effort to stop Ainz from continuing, growing flustered by the embarrassment of having everyone's eyes on her, with some, namely Adam, Angel and Cherri smirking and snickering.
Though the latter two got hit on the backs of their heads by Vaggie for it.
"Proof of what?" Ainz was the first to speak up, his voice holding a tingle of curiosity and interest as he held his sharp chin in his hand.
"Of Redemption, that souls can change!" Charlie became more confident by the second as she looked at Adam and Ainz with a victorious smirk, as if she held a trump card that would help her win this case.
"One of our former clients at the hotel, Sir Pentious, died during the battle against Adam and the Exorcists. But as it turned out, he's in Heaven as an angel and is still very much alive!"
She took a step forwards towards the two unallied overlords, her hands spread out to her sides as she looked at them with sadness. "You can't just overlook the possibility presented, it's inhumane! Wouldn't it be better to give him a chance to prove himself?! And he wouldn't even bother anybody when he's in the hotel! And who knows, maybe Mr. Bruce and his family would later join in after he leaves and they could all live happily ever after in Heaven!"
As Charlie panted from exhaustion with how fast she was talking, nobody spoke up, neither Ainz, the sheep demon Bruce, or even Adam, who for once stayed completely silent, the only indication that he was still a living being and not a statue being his raised eyebrow, though it wasn't accompanied by an smirk or frown one would expect of him.
To Charlie, this meant that she might actually be close to convincing them if they're quiet! Now she should do the final push and then-!
"Your Highness." Ainz intoned majestically as he tilted his head, which with the lack of muscles and thus the capability of having facial expressions, spoke of his confusion instead.
"You do realize that Bruce and his family are hellborn, right? Neither he nor his wife or his child are sinners."
Charlie blinked as she felt her mind grind to a halt as she did a double take at what Ainz said, looking between him and Bruce as if hoping it was a joke.
But with neither denying the statement of the overlord, Charlie gulped as she tried to take a stand once more. "Well, even if that's the case, the sinner in question is… well, a sinner! Even if redemption is impossible for Mr. Bruce and his family because they're hellborns, that doesn't mean that it is for him, and he could totally redeem himself if he put his mind to it!"
At that moment, Adam leaned in towards Ainz and whispered, or pretended to but was heard by everyone, to the undead. "Hey Skelly, I don't think Lilith's crotch spawn knows what that slimy bitch did."
"I can still hear you, you asshole!"
"That's the point, dumbass!"
Ainz sighed as the two retorted to one another, before turning to Bruce and speaking in a composed gentle manner.
"Thank you for your time, now that we know your answer and that you wouldn't change it, we will depart to deal with the sinner."
Bruce nodded to Ainz in response, his eyes twinkling with gratitude as everyone was ushered out by the undead overlord, much to the surprise and dismay of Charlie.
"Wait, but I haven't convinced him ye-"
"You won't."
The flames that served as Ainz's eyes dimmed out as he closed the front door, looking at Adam for a moment before letting the First Man take the limelight in speaking with the hellion royalty.
"Alright brat, real talk here, what do you actually think this shitstain did that to those hellborns, you know, your actual citizens and not your daddy's fellow cellmates?"
Charlie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion over Adam's words, making her mind work overtime to understand what he was talking about. Though Lucifer was upset at the jab aimed at him… once again.
"What do you mean 'fellow cellmates'?! I'm the king of hell, not some sinner like you!" Lucifer snarled as his wings unfurled and his horns appeared, his mouth spouting flames with every breath.
Though it didn't seem to do much to the angel turned demon, whose scales offered Adam a significant degree of protection from the flames, resulting in the First Man not even blinking or flinching in the face of such heat radiated by the fallen angel, who the others, including his daughter, worried about a fight ensuing. Though thankfully, it hasn't come to pass.
"Adam."
The undead placed his hand on the chimeric demon's shoulder, shaking his head. The First Man looked at him for a moment before sighing, raising both his hands in a sign of surrender before taking a step back as well.
Sighs of relief were heard throughout the group, with Charlie taking her dad's hand before motioning for him to go back, which complied after Charlie gave a silent pitiful look, guilt welling up inside for causing trouble to his daughter.
"Well, your majesty, this is… what, the second time in less than an hour you lost your composure? No wonder Charlie didn't contact you for seven years. You throw quite the tantrum for every little thing!" The radio demon commented as his smile became a bit wider, a smug superiority coating it as he spoke to the king of hell with an abnormal amount of mocking glee.
'... Hopefully Charlie will forgive me if this bastard ends up with a few broken bones.'
"Apologies, though Adam is quite crude and blunt, he does pose a valid question. Your Highness, what do you think that… sinner, did to earn such ire?"
Charlie bit her lip as both Ainz and the rest of her friends stared at her, with Vaggie and Lucifer giving her a look of worry. She nodded to them in gratitude for their concern before facing the undead skeleton, shaking her head before speaking up.
"I don't, but that doesn't mean that whatever he did makes him deserve to just get… tortured by you."
Ainz hummed as he looked at the slug sinner, who was barely hanging by a thread as he kept taking labored breaths each time, gazing between the princess and the overlord as they conversed.
"Go ahead and tell her what you did."
The sinner looked at him with wide eyes, his lower lip trembling as he tried to plead for mercy, which the undead refused to grant him as his fiery eyes increased in strength, silently telling him that this isn't up to him.
The slug looked down as his blood and the natural slimy fluid that coated his body dripped to the ground, he opened and closed his mouth like a koi fish for a moment as he tried to utter the words that may damn him.
"I… k-k-kidnapped a m-member of their… family."
Charlie blinked as she heard those words, her eyebrows scrunched together as she frowned in thought.
'That… doesn't sound that bad actually. No wait, It's still bad, but it's not as bad as to deserve getting tortured or killed!'
But before Charlie could say a word about this, Adam beat her to the punch as he gave a small mirthless chuckle as he tapped his now-materialized halberd on the ground. "How about you grow a pair of balls and say what you actually did, in detail. Or else this bad boy is going so far up your ass before going out of another hole with your insides decorating it, got it?"
The sinner whimpered but didn't protest, fearing that the former head exorcist would actually do what he promised, yet he couldn't help but feel like he'd die either way.
"I… o-operated a t-t-trafficking ring…"
Realization dawned on the Hazbins as some held curious gazes upon his revelation, namely Alastor and Nifty, while the rest had various degrees of disapproval to anger, from Husk's head shaking to Cherri's tongue clicking to Vaggie's deep frown.
"Aaaand?" Adam thumped the end of his halberd with the ground menacingly, a cold grin on his face as he waited for the sinner to continue, who did hesitantly.
"A-a-and I t-took their d-d-daughters…"
'Oh, this bastard!' Angel thought angrily as he brought out one of his tommy guns, prepared to give the bastards a few new holes.
Yet before he could pull through with it, Husk grabbed the barrel of his gun and gave the spider demon a disapproving glare, yet one that was filled with sympathy.
Angel was shocked by the apparent betrayal of his friend yet before he could protest, Husk pointed a finger at Ainz, who was watching the whole exchange with his hands behind his back.
Angel clicked his tongue softly before hiding away his Tommy gun, folding his two pairs of arms as he glared with hatred at the slimy sinner.
In all honesty, he was not so phased by the revelation that the held down demon was leading a trafficking ring but rather by the revelation of who he took. Anthony was many things in life before falling to hell, a mobster, a drug addict, a male prostitute at times, and a gambler. But above all that, he was first and foremost a brother to his younger twin sister who he and the family tried to shelter from their crime syndicate life. And though he never believed that he was a good sibling to her, the family she deserves, he still believed that her absence from Hell meant that she's at least in Heaven where she deserves.
*Though he actively fights off those treacherous thoughts that tell him that she might have died in the exterminations a long time ago without his knowledge.*
Adam still had his sights trained on the sinner, who kept his optical tentacles down to not face the chimera's fury.
"... That's it?" The First Man apathetically said to the slimy creature whose breath hitched with fear at the tone of the former angel.
"...P-p-please… no more…"
Adam sighed with a hint of annoyance and veiled fury beneath his demonic exterior as he nodded to Ainz, who only nodded in turn before taking a step towards the sinner, a step which was all that it took to drive the demon to the brink of primordial fear.
Charlie, sensing something bad might happen to the sinner, stood in Ainz's path once more like she did before in his office, and though her eyes don't hold as much naivety in regards to the situation as before, still held that innocent determination of hers.
"Please, just stop!"
Ainz did indeed stop as he looked down at her due to his towering size, even from a considerable distance between the two of them.
"You heard what the sinner behind you has said, and yet you're still planning on helping him? Despite what he has done to your subjects, Princess of Hell?"
"He's also a subject of mine! Even with what he did, he can still be redeemed, it's never too late!"
The undead sighed in exasperation at her answer, yet before he could reply, Cherri spoke up from behind him.
"Uhh… wait a moment, he said that he kidnapped that sheep guy's daughters, right? And I'll take a wager that those two names he called were his wife and one of the two, so what the fuck happened to the other one?"
The gastropod demon flinched as the gazes of all the demons and fallen angels were on his beaten down body, his tentacle eyes trembling with fear as he muttered ever so softly under his breath for mercy.
"Tell them." Ainz told, no, ordered the demon with a cold tone, even when the princess was still standing in between him and the sinner like a protective shield over the latter.
"P-please…"
"Tell. Them. Or I will."
"P-please! I'll do anything! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
As the sinner blurted loudly and desperately, the rest unaware of what he did shared confused looks as a single question ran through their minds.
'What exactly did he do that's worse than what he already said?'
Seeing that the sinner wouldn't answer to his order out of fear, and his own {Emotional Suppression} skill working overtime to keep the Undead Overlord's emotions in check, hummed irritably, before shifting his gaze at the princess, who flinched in fear at the deep red flames in the Overlord's eyesockets gazed at her.
"The nine year old children that he kidnapped, Annabelle and Isabelle, were taken away from the sheep demon couple long before they became citizens of our territory. They came here pleading for us to help them as everyone they went to already, from mere assassin's to overlord, refused to assist them, despite the astronomic sum they were prepared to pay. The two even offered us their bodies as well if we were to find the two children."
Ainz took his eyes off of Charlie as he looked at the demon behind him.
"And we accepted, and while it was for our own goals and purposes, me and Adam still accepted their plea, giving them citizenship here after employing them as our subordinates. And after a few days of searching, sending our own agents across the city, found the location of the kidnappers."
Ainz shook his head as he spoke simply.
"Alas we were too late."
Adam moved towards Charlie with a cold mirthless grin on his face, filled with sharp teeth.
"You want to fucking know what we found out? This little perverted bitch had a cannibal whore who helped him set up their operation. They kidnap anybody they can get their grubby sinful hands on, enslave them, sell them off in auctions or to the customers who know of their 'job'. And the rest?" Adam snorted as he gave the bastard behind the now quivering princess a cold glare.
"Well, let's say that before disposing of the 'failed products' that don't sell, he has his 'fun' with them before the cannibal eats them alive. They don't get spared, no information gets out about their business, and they get to enjoy themselves."
The silence as Adam dropped this grotesque revelation was practically deafening, each of the sinners had a disgusted and horrified expression on their faces as they looked at the trembling sinner, even Charlie turned her back as she took a step back in shock, her mind still trying to comprehend what the gastropod sinner did, with their cannibal compatriot twitching his nose in disgust, his smile strained as he gazed coldly at the pathetic excuse of a former human in front him.
To murder and devour others? Go ahead, Alastor would even praise you for having refined tastes. But to not only defile the young and cannibal their used flesh afterwards? Even he has standards. Something this cretin clearly lacks.
"We were only able to find them and dismantle their whole operation, unfortunately, the damage was already done." Ainz's flames disappeared as he spoke neutrally. "We found that wretch in the middle of toying with young Annabelle, while her sister was already devoured, bone and all, practically nothing remained of her aside from the metal locket she had."
The Undead took a few steps towards the sinner, his skill {Aura of Despair} seeping out as a dark aura shimmered and coated his being, making the hearts of everyone race with the primordial fear of death, true death.
Even Lucifer, Adam, and the two assassins felt it in their cores as they shivered, the hands of Lucifer shaking in particular in both parts fear and dreadful recognition. For if he were to blink, he could almost see the visage of the angel of death replacing that of the overlord, her black wings and silver scythe in full view like he remembers.
'Why does he remind me so much of Azrael? Just what the hell is he?!'
Ainz looked down at the sinner who seemed to have to lost all will to move, his previous shaking nowhere to be seen, and after a moment, they all knew why.
A foul smell practically violated everyone's olfactory senses, and as they all looked at the sinner, they saw a dark green puddle piling underneath the demon, one that most certainly was not formed from the slime coating his body or his blood.
"Disgusting."
"Fucking hell."
"The bad boy is pissing himself!"
Neither Adam nor Ainz said anything about this shameful display, after all, to them, if wetting himself like a child was all that he was capable of doing in his last few moments, then let him.
"Your Highness." Ainz intoned blankly. "Will you still try to spare this sinner? Despite all that he did, the ones that he murdered? That he raped? That he treated as less than objects?" Ainz turned his head so he could see the shell-shocked hellborn's face.
"Will you deprive the victims and their families of their only chance for revenge fr the belief that scum like him deserve a second chance, something that even they don't want? Because it's depriving them of the action that brought them pleasure and power?"
Charlie bit her lip as she felt her body quivering, was it from fear? Sadness? Anger? Confusion? She didn't know, and she didn't bother to figure it out as the turmoil of all these emotions hit her.
Ainz hummed as Charlie didn't deign to respond to him, far too busy trying to hold back the tears and anger as Vaggie and her father went to her side to comfort her. And seeing that he won't be getting any more last ditch attempts by the princess to save the wicked scum turned to him and snapped his fingers.
Slowly, the ribs holding the sinner in place disappeared into motes of dark light, surprising both the gastropod demon and the Hazbins, who looked at him with confusion and slight anger.
After all that he did to stop Charlie from trying to defend him, now he's the one who lets him go?!
"Y-you're letting me go? T-t-thank you! T-t-thank yo-!"
Before he could continue, Ainz's shadow bubbled as if it was a water surface, turning a very dark shade of black as a black amalgamation rose from beneath the Overlord. And red eyes, thousands upon thousands of them, began to surface out of the creature as the sludge disappeared to show the monstrous creature in all its hideous glory.
The undead resembled a giant dog in its silhouette, one that is nearly 9 meters (30 feet) in length as it towered over every being present and even the house near them.
And yet, the real terror was what the creature actually looked like, as it was revealed to whom those multitudes of eyes riddling its body belong to.
The undead abomination's body consisted of hundreds upon thousands of corpses, some that still held flesh, and some completely skeletal. They were of all shapes and sizes of what seemed to be a variety of demons, from hellborns such as imps and hellhounds, to even sinners as well. Skulls of all manners of creatures were visible on the creature's body, and what horrified and frightened the Hazbins even more was that they seemed to still be alive, moaning, groaning, muttering and jerking with every move of the undead creature's overall body.
The creature known simply as the Charnel Hound, was one of Ainz's most favourite Mid-Tier summons in Yggdrasil. Not because they were strong right out of the bag, but rather, because they were the bane of any fellow summoner, whether it be a necromancer, a druid, a cleric, or anything else. The defensive and offensive abilities of these huge undead allowed them to sweep the battlefield and easily clear out armies of low-tier summons with utter ease.
Yet, their true strength shines when later on.
For when the Charnel Hounds defeat enemies, they gain strength from each corpse they consume, becoming larger, stronger and faster with each being, whether alive or dead. And coupled with their already unnatural toughness and ability to heal to a large degree even in its "infancy" stage by devouring just one corpse, suffice to say, whenever a necromancer summons any of these creatures, they are immediately attacked as everyone knows what threat they are capable of becoming if left alone to defeat even the weak cannon fodder.
But here? No one knows what the Charnel Hounds are, and Ainz used that to his full advantage to experiment on how strong the Hound can really become without a time limit as usual.
"You won't be spared. No, you will live and suffer forevermore in complete and utter agony, wishing for a moment of peace that will never come."
With each word uttered from Ainz's metaphorical lips, the large hound went closer and closer to the gastropod sinner, who tried to slither back away from him.
"Charnel Hound, eat."
The abomination didn't hesitate for a moment, before roaring and jumping at the now screaming and running sinner, yet before he could get farther, the giant undead goliath reached him and with teeth consisting of hundreds upon thousands of ribs joined together to form the shape of a wolf's teeth set, with each tooth is sharper than adamantine. And these sharp canines now have dug into the sinners' flesh, earning an agonizing screech as he was thrown into the air, before falling in the end in the open maw of the great hound.
Soon, nothing was to be heard for a while as the onlookers could only gaze with widened eyes at the display of violence and power by the undead hound.
Alas, the show doesn't end there.
The gastropod sinner's screams continued once more, now with more power and despair behind them than before. And as they monster opened it's maws slightly, everyone was treated to the reason for the sinners' agony, and with the exception of Ainz, Adam, Alecto, and Tiche, they all wished they could look away from this grotesque scene that seemingly forced them to watch.
The skulls and heads that comprised the hound's inner maws, opened their own respective mouths as they began biting and tearing into the sinner, bit by bit, large bites and small bites, flesh and bone shards, all was consumed slowly by the Charnel Hound's innards.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! PLEASE! PLEEEEEAAAAASE! SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
The sinner begged for someone to save him, alas to no avail, for the master of the hound and his two subordinates would only look on with complete and utter apathy, while Adam was gazing at the scene with both a hint of disgust and morbid curiosity. The rest were far too shocked, repulsed, and afraid to even dare go near that… thing.
"PLEEEEEAAAAASEE! I DON'T WANNA DIE! I DON'T WANNA FUCKING DI-! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
The sinner stopped his desperate plea midway as one of the heads tore into his tongue and ate it, breaking his teeth as it shoved it's head inside his mouth, tearing the tendons that cause his jaws to open a complete 180 degrees, which resulted in the other heads gaining entry to his insides as they joined the first head in it's macabre feast.
This abhorrent scene continued on for a while, as the avaricious heads, who in anyone's opinion have a gluttony worse than that of Beelzebub and her cohorts, feasted on their meal, devouring everything they could find, inside and out, from one of his optical tentacles to his intestines, nothing was left for waste.
Charlie, Cherri and Angel couldn't handle this grotesque scene and emptied the contents of their stomachs on the ground, doubling over as sounds of the munching and the screams were still ringing in their ears. And while the rest went to immediately help those three, sans Alastor, they themselves couldn't help but feel like wanting to join them.
The deer demon gazed at the monstrous towering abomination as the screams can still be heard from it's slightly open maw, disturbing him and fascinating him in equal turns at how much power this creature poses and how in the world is the sinner still alive.
'Magic, perhaps? Or are they merely aiming for everything that wouldn't kill him immediately first?'
He was disgusted, that is true beyond a doubt, yet he couldn't help but remember how he believed he could manipulate the skeletal friend of Adam thinking he'd be easy prey, like all the other overlords he once hunted and devoured in the past.
Yet looking at the undead now, who was looking up at his hound with a nary a shift in movement, he couldn't help but feel that he perhaps underestimated this new player in town… just perhaps.
'Fascinating. I told the hound to not use his usual methods of attacks so I'd see how powerful this skill is instead, and I'm honestly impressed.' Ainz hummed approvingly as he couldn't even bother to afford to throw the sinner the slightest amount of sympathy as he watched him get munched on piece by piece, screaming to kingdom come from the agonizing pain.
The Charnel Hounds in Yggdrasil had a skill called {Bodily Imprisonment} which as their name implied, allowed them to capture their target and slowly chip away at its health until the target either dies or escapes, and even if he escapes, he would suffer from a fatal amount of negative energy coursing through their body until they use healing spells or wait till the duration of the energy ends.
Of course, when he arrived in hell, Ainz only used the hound in situations with no surveillance in sight, which with the amount of cameras and the likes littering the places made it difficult, especially as he hoped to not reveal as many of his cards as possible, regardless of how weak they was. Resulting in him only using the Hound (or hounds in some occasions) in places such as old warehouses and the likes, where secrecy was prioritized more than security, a foolish decision in his humble opinion.
Alas, he wouldn't look the gifted horse in the mouth, after all, the idiocies of many of the sinners in hell only benefited him, regardless of how… foolish their oversights were and how insulting they are to his past experience being a guild and dungeon raid leader.
'In any case, I guess there's not much change to the skill's features aside from the additional psychological, mental and emotional damage to onlookers, while the target is more busy trying to plead for help than actually getting out himself… Ah, wait, that might be because I broke his arms already. Well, there's always next time, I suppose.'
Soon, the screams of agony decreased bit by bit till they disappeared completely, the sounds of the heads' munching on the poor bastard soon follows as the only noises to be heard from the great undead hound being it's continuous groans and mutters of the heads.
And before anybody could speak, a voice they were familiar with, that of the sinner that was just killed and eaten was heard amidst the choir of the dead, joining them as the half eaten head of the sinner popped lut from between the skulls on the side of the hound, joining its now eternal brothers and sisters in their eternal torment.
And thus, the life of the sinner who was born wanting for naught, died a rapist, reborn as a monster to many, ended with him meeting a violent end, doomed to live eternally in agony, his name forever forgotten from history.
With it's target eliminated, the Charnel Hound walked back slowly towards the group and leaned down towards Ainz, the red lights that serve as it's eyes inside the multiple makeshift eyesockets dimming till they were invisible. The Overlord patted the head even while the Hazbins group was guarded against him and the monstrosity, with Lucifer's and Vaggie's wings unfurled as they took defensive stances, which was ultimately ignored as Ainz didn't bother even looking at them and was busy rubbing the head of the purring ("Why the fuck is that big fucking dog purring, Angie?!" "How in the fucking pineapple pizza hell am I supposed to know, Cherri?!") giant.
"Alright, can we head back? Watching this little bastard have his lunch is actually making me feel hungry." Adam with the two assassins behind him approached the giant hound who barked at him for the insult while Ainz only sighed fondly.
"Alright, alright. [Gate]"
With that simple word, an oval shaped tear in the fabric of reality opened, the location on the other side was hidden from sight, yet Adam went on through first, leaving the rest behind with an eerie swiftness.
"Alecto, Tiche, go on ahead and make sure the buffoon doesn't accidentally cost me any more money in repairs. One time is more than enough already."
""But my Lord!""
"It's alright you two, I'll be fine, you just ensure that I won't return to our home ruined and in shambles."
The two assassins, though they hesitated at first, bowed reverentially to their lord before going through the portal before it closed, while the Charnel Hound went back inside his master's shadow after giving the undead overlord a happy bark, one that despite his innate adorable attitude towards Ainz, doesn't exactly remove the fact that the bark was accompanied by the agonizing sounds of the creatures that made up the hound's gargantuan body.
As he dispersed his group, Ainz went towards the Hazbins, who were in a… less than publicly acceptable state, as three of their members vomited all over the ground, one being the very princess of hell, the king looking every bit confused about what's going on, lacking in regality and majesty to be expected of even the most minor of mortal kings, and…
"Bad boy! Bad boy! The biggest bad boy around, hehehehe…"
The less said about the manic one eyed cyclops woman who kept screaming at Ainz, the better.
'[Silent Magic: Widen Clean, [Silent Magic: Widen Status Recovery]'
As soon as the Undead Overlord cast his spells, a wave of light swept over the place as the vomit instantly disappeared from the ground, and the Hazbins clothes were even magically cleaned and fixed, returning them to their former look despite the many dirty patches they gained throughout the entire venture since Ainz's office.
And after that, a warm light shone over them afterwards as Charlie, Angel and Cherri felt their previous dizziness and weakness in their legs abandon them. Even the others outside of those three felt a soothing calm washing over them as all the stress, confusion and fear they felt over these current events ceased to exist, like they were never there to begin with.
Lucifer as he felt such warmth wash over him felt his eyes widen in his eye sockets, his mouth opening and closing like a koi fish as he couldn't help but a shiver crawling up his spine at how familiar this light feels to him.
'This is… It feels like Father's light… But how…? Is he looking at us right now? Or is it…' His hand trembled for a moment as he looked at the undead who was watching over them, his skull doesn't give a hint at what he's thinking at the moment as he watched them all from a bit of a distance.
'Just what the hell is he? How can a mere sinner have access to Father's light? Is he an angel in disguise? Or maybe one of Father's chosen champions?'
If he were to meet his past self, not even a few hours ago, the old Lucifer would've laughed and mocked the current one for daring to think of such a thing. And yet, seeing it for himself, he's afraid, partly for himself, but mostly for his daughter, who never met her divine Grandfather.
After all, Father tends to keep a closer eye on the sons and daughters of human sinners to ensure they don't repeat the mistakes of their forefathers, and to ensure divine justice comes to pass should they emulate them and repeat history. And if He were to believe that Charlie would end up like the older Morningstar…
The fallen angel couldn't help but shiver as he remembered his older brother's cold look who defeated him in combat, despite the overwhelming odds against the mighty Taxiarch, and casting the Morningstar along with his followers into the pits of newly formed Hell.
'No.' Lucifer thought, as he patted his daughter's back, who seemed just as surprised as him even if for different reasons. 'I don't know why and how he has such power, but I will not make any rash decisions, for Charlie's sake. If he were to dare cause a ruckus in my kingdom or hurt my daughter, Father's chosen or not, I'll tear him into pieces and spread it across the seven rings of Hell.'
As he looked back up at the undead, the gaze of the overlord was trained on him, it was as if…
'I know what you think.'
Lucifer didn't know if he should feel fear at this moment, or shock, or a combination of both. Of all the people he could meet that could possibly be allied with Heaven, of course it had to be someone who seems to enjoy toying with him mentally.
'Damn you Father, you will not win this one yet.'
'Is he perhaps familiar with Yggdrasil magic? Or is he just constipated? … Wait, do angels even need to answer the call of nature? Hmm, I'll ask Adam later.'
Ainz couldn't help but worry over the myriad of expressions Lucifer was showing in such a short time, from one of familiarity, to shock, to fear, to determination, to shock, to fear, to determination all over again.
Yet, he didn't know why Lucifer seemed to be familiar with Yggdrasil magic, according to Adam, Lucifer never left Hell except for certain occasions under God's authority, and even then, it was only to Earth or even to Heaven once or twice, and not to any other places.
'Could it be he met other Players? Or maybe even NPCs who crossed over too? …This is troublesome, I'll have to do something about this later on, I can't believe I ignored such an obvious possibility that the King of Hell was too one to possibly meet Yggdrasil denizens.'
Right now, Ainz needs to deal with the princess and her entourage, while he never actually intended for her to catch him in the middle of his 'talk' with the gastropod sinner, used the situation to his full advantage. After all, the primary concern for Suzuki Satoru was trying to deal with a spoiled pampered daughter of the king of hell without flipping a switch at her idiosyncrasies, especially with how she reminded him of the daughters of those high officials and megacorporations' CEOs.
Thankfully, it seemed that this might have given her a reality check on who are the ones she's trying to defend with her life. And hopefully, give him the edge in any conversation they might have from now on.
"Well then, apologies for the uncouth display. Shall we head back to my home? I am sure many of you are hungry. And afterwards, we can discuss your reasons for meeting with me, after all, we haven't sat together since the beginning."
Charlie was brought out of her stupor as she looked at Ainz with an incomprehensible look before nodding. She attempted to stand on her own only to nearly fall had it not been for her girlfriend's and father's support, while Angel and Cherri were supported by Husk.
"Y-yeah, uhm, sure…"
Ainz nodded as he opened another [Gate, motioning for the group to pass through, which they did vigilantly while throwing him all sorts of looks, from distrust, to apprehension, to curiosity, to… why is that arachnid demon pointing a finger inside a hold made by his other hand while using the third to pretend he's making a phone call?
Honestly, these 21st century human souls are so weird.
As the last of the group entered through the gateway, Ainz went through it as well before it closed, shrinking till it disappeared into the ether.
"So it's done, it's finally done…" A sheep demon, a female one, as evident by her features and clothes, softly said as she cradled her young lamb daughter, who was shivering and crying in her mother's arms, muttering fearfully every once in a while, breaking her parents' hearts with every uncomfortable sob she makes.
Bruce nodded to his wife, though it didn't help ease the pain in his or her hearts. The two of them put their daughter to sleep and muffled her ears as their new lord, their new king, dished out justice over the heinous monster who stole their sweet children from them and destroyed their family.
Bruce moved over to his wife who was trembling as she cradled her daughter's head, choked sobs nearly escaping her throat for reasons he knew very well.
"She's gone… she's gone, she's gone, she's gone, our baby girl is gone! Why! Why does this happen to us! What did we ever do to them?! Why?! Why our poor sweet Isabelle?! Why?! Why?!"
Bruce leaned his wife's head on his chest as she began to cry, muttering out her grievances, her arms clutching her daughter, her now only living daughter, even more protectively as she cried out into her husband's chest, who was busy not trying to cry himself as hugged his wife and daughter with everything he can.
How long did they stay here? Sitting and waiting to hear the pained screams and pleas of mercy of the monster who did this to them hoping it would soothe the ache in their hearts, yet it never did, not even a little bit.
Their entire family, in one fateful night, was shattered, one of their children forever scarred, and the other didn't even have any body parts left for them to even bury or turn to ash.
Eliza continued to cry for a while while leaning on Bruce, her words now incomprehensible as she snot mixed with tears, her voice growing softer and softer as she surrendered to the tempting lullaby of sleep, her mind shutting down as she finally stopped, her arms still wrapped around her daughter throughout the entire process, leaving Bruce the only awake member of their now three member nuclear family.
Bruce couldn't help but reminisce on his memories of his sweet daughter, taken from them too fast, and all the good times they spent, watching her be born, uttering her first word, taking her first steps…
"I love you, daddy!"
The sheep demon couldn't help but let out a few tears as it him once again that he will never make new memories with his precious child, for now they will be busy trying to heal their other daughter's trauma and deep pain, who was forced to watch all that happened to her big twin sister completely and was almost fed to the jaws of that monstrous child-eating cannibal woman had it not been for the former Head Exorcist, now the champion of their new town, and their new lord.
Lord…
Bruce couldn't help but snort as he remembered that disgusting excuse of a fallen angel who dared to dishonor him in his own home, after his incompetence and their failure to rule lead to him forever losing his precious daughter, while mocking the hellborn demon by shouting at him for screaming at his precious widdle princess, as if waving it in his face that his daughter was still alive while Bruce's was well and truly gone.
All his life, all his father's life, his grandfather's, his great grandfather's, all that they ever heard of was the stories, the propaganda, spread by the fallen angel and his queen who spoke of the 'tyranny' of God who cast them and the rest of the seven sins down to Hell and created the hellborns just to enjoy their torment in this hellish realm.
And they believed it, each and every one of them.
A famine is happening? Blame God. A war has occurred? Blame God. Your friends and family dying? Blame God. The nobles toying with you for being a lowborn hellion? Blame God.
And if something good happens, even if the Morningstar family didn't even do anything, praise and revere them, as if they are the ones worthy of gratitude, of reverence, of worship.
That they are much better 'gods' than God Himself.
Bruce couldn't help but snort as he remembered these wretched lies told all his life, of how to always trust in Morningstars regardless of what happens, over the 'tyrannical and wicked' God of the Heavens. Oh how foolish he was, for the 'gracious and merciful' king of hell turned out to be nothing more than a prideful fraud. Perhaps the so-called mere 'falsehoods' spread by the sinners of how Lucifer Morningstar and his concubine were cast into hell after rebelling against the King of Heaven and attempting to overthrow him only to fail were not falsehoods after all.
And as he contemplated this, his thoughts turned towards their new lord. Their new king, Ainz Ooal Gown, and the former Nightmare of Hell, the Great Executioner, Adam Kadmon.
He expected that the stories spread about the First of Mankind to be true at one point in time in the past, especially as he recognized the angel turned demon upon meeting him, when he and his wife sold everything they had so they could attempt to plead their case to any demon who could help them, from assassins and hunters, to overlords and even nobles. Alas, the scum one and all, tricked the grieving couple into giving everything they had.
When they first heard of the these two new overlords taking control of a good portion of the city, killing or subjugating overlords left and right, they hoped that they would find much better chances convincing them than the rest.
And if they were to fail? Well, at least they will die hoping that there is another afterlife realm made for hellborns like them so they could meet their daughters once more.
And as it turned out upon meeting the former Exorcist, the rumours were true, at least partly. He was every bit crude and crass as the stories depicted him, if not more, making the two hear profanities they never heard before, and they live in hell of all places!
Yet, were he was painted as a sadistic monster, they saw him comforting them, grieving with them, reminding them of the other facet they heard of before that this is the man that sired all of humanity, both the good and the bad. Of all the people, perhaps he's the only one to truly understand their plight, and he did, as he brought their case up with his new friend, the one he and his wife proudly call their lord, their master, their king.
Towering above them with his great height as he sat from behind his office, with Adam sitting on the edge of the table, his halberd leaning by his side, the Great Undead moved over to them with the grace of a born king and placed his cold, yet somehow warm, hands on their shoulders. Promising them that they will help find their daughters no matter the costs.
For the first time in a long while, they felt hope, hope that their family would finally be reunited again.
Only for that hope to be shattered, as he the two overlords, surrounded by their subordinates, of all shapes and sizes, as the two were given their unconscious crying Annabelle, wrapped in a white blanket, and the locket belonging to their other daughter Isabelle, as Adam informed them of what happened with tone a mix of sadness, disgust and righteous fury.
To this day, his wife's horrific screams and cries still shunt Bruce to this day.
The two stayed with them, as they stayed with the rest of the families of the other victims, as they informed them of what they will do, the funerals, regardless of the state or absence of bodies to bury, the prices to pay for the therapy (which they realized where magical in nature as opposed to the normal ones as an skeleton clothed in white clerical robes would cast all sorts of lights at their daughter every meeting before discussing with them things to do to help her recover naturally while even helping them at times by playing with the poor traumatized child, at one time even taking his head off as he let her play bowling with it while laughing boisterously throughout the entire process), which would be on the Overlords and nary a coin would be taken from the grieving couple.
And when they asked the two, why they are going through so much to help them, even though they could offer them nothing but their measly lives, the undead overlord spoke with a fond tone, as he gave them words that he seems to have heard many times before and is giving them to the couple.
"Saving someone who is in trouble is common sense."
For the first time in decades, the couple realized what a true caring king was like, as opposed to the neglectful one they were forced to endure under for so long, blaming God for his faults and the suffering he allows his people to go under due to his incompetent while he was cooped up in his golden mansion.
As the sandman finally worked his magic on the now drowsy Bruce, his last thoughts were of gratitude to their saviors, hatred for the fool who subjected to such events, and a vow to protect his family from now with everything he has.
'Weakness is a sin, and I'll no longer allow myself to be weak.'
Omake: A Break and Accidental Seduction
(Omake Idea: Angst_bb_angst, thanks a lot!)
"Take a fucking break, Bones!"
"On my dead body!"
"You're already undead!"
"That's the point!"
Adam sighed as he rubbed his forehead exasperatedly, it's been some time since Ainz has left his office, with the Undead Overlord being busy drawing up new plans and stratagems for their territory.
Usually, the undead would go along with all of Adam's 'breaks', which consisted of either taking simple strolls in the town, or playing pranks on others, namely the Hazbins. However, with the recent attack by a few ambitious overlords and their sinner subordinates. Ainz has practically locked himself in the endless cycle of drawing up plans, reviewing them, throwing them in the trash, and drawing some more all over again.
"For fuck's sake, dude, I know you're undead and have limitless stamina and all that shit, but you have to take a break outside of this fucking cooped up office of yours."
"Until I'm sure that the last incident won't happen again, I'm not leaving!"
"Dammit, Bones…"
Adam groaned for the nth time in a row as the Overlord threw another plan into the trash bin, his ever dutiful assassins collecting the trash and destroying it so the Undead can throw more inside.
"Then how about this, you fucking workaholic, you go and take a break with me right now, and I'll help take some of the paperwork off of you so you can focus on this crap."
Ainz stopped for a moment as he looked at Adam intently, the First Man having a genuine look of concern on his face as he looked at the Otherworldly Undead, in any other scenario, Ainz would've accepted such a thing and complied. But, considering this is Adam…
"While I appreciate the sentiment, Adam, but the documents I'm overseeing need concentration and focus, while you're… you."
A vein almost popped in Adam's head as he snarled angrily. "The absolute fuck do you mean because I'm 'me'?!" I'll have you know that I'm very much great with paperwork! In fact, Sera would even plead with me to do her shit for her because I was just that good!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...Alright, maybe the last one never happened, but you get the point!"
It was Ainz's turn to sigh as he contemplated Adam's offer, and seeing nothing wrong with accepting it for now, nodded before standing up, his servants organizing his desk in the speed of light before standing by his side once again.
"Fine, fine, but you better hold up to your end of the deal, alright?"
Adam grinned as he gave the man a thumbs up, his serpentine tail mimicking him as it nodded and moved its tiny head up and down.
"Alecto, Tiche, go ahead and take a break for now, and don't worry, I'll take some of the death assassins with me when leaving."
The dark garbed beings nodded reverentially to Ainz as he grabbed by the pauldron by Adam who took him to the open window, the chimera's wings unfurled as he flew outside, with Ainz following closely behind him with his own spell of flight as shadow like rays of light, presumably those of the death assassins, hopped outside and followed Ainz with swiftness.
The two bodyguards were silent for a moment as the figures of their master and his friend disappeared from view amidst the infernal red skies of Hell, the sounds of gunfire and violence to be heard from outside of the great walls that separate the territory from the rest of Pentagram CIty.
"...Do you… think Lord Ainz will be alright? He did seem a bit mentally exhausted from how he was slouched over on the table." Tiche leaned in closer to Alecto as she voiced her concerns for her lord, beneath the shadow of her hood, her white eyebrows scrunched up in worry as she kept her gaze trained on where she last saw the Overlord.
"Have no fear, my dear daughter. Lord Ainz is not the type to be vanquished by mere stress, he has always persevered and did the impossible, helping his allies and even the ones like us, who did nothing more than paint a larger target on his back." Alecto answered with a great amount of confidence as she eased the worries of the other assassin, who sighed softly before nodding her head, her body expression indicating a new found ease.
"But in any case, since Lord Ainz gave us a break for the moment, and Lord Adam did give us permission to do this…" Alecto grinned as she held up a cartoon of cockatrice eggs, toilet paper, and cans of spray.
"Would you like to ruin that Hotel on the edge of the city?"
Tiche blinked at the woman's hilarious question before snickering. "Aren't you a bit too old to do such puerile tricks?"
Alecto gave a short laugh before answering her fellow assassin. "Haha! You're never too old to have fun! Now then, are you coming?"
Tiche's response was short, simple, and sweet as she held up her own items, reflecting those of the older assassin.
"Definitely!"
"A club, Adam?! Seriously?!" Ainz shouted as the loudness of the music surpassed his own voice, annoying the Overlord who tried to sit anywhere he could find or hide away from the inebriated crowd of drunk party-goers.
"Come on, Bones! Live a little!" Adam laughed as he drank another large cup, a small crowd surrounding him as they shouted, "Drink, drink, drink!" to the chimera, who seemed to be in a drinking contest against another demon.
"Aren't you supposed to be a former angel?!" Ainz exasperatedly shouted to excessively drinking demon, who had already drank the equivalent of a large barrel of beer and other spirits.
"And I'm not anymore! Besides, it's not like this weak shit is going to get me drunk, trust me!"
Ainz groaned as he watched the Former Head Exorcist down another cup of beer, the crowd cheering with every finished container, as demons one after the other tried to challenge only to fail miserably.
"Hey, handsome~"
Ainz's {Emotional Suppression} skill activated as unkown lithe hands slithered around his bony arm, and a pair of breasts squished against it as a succubus with small bat wings and two pink horns with black star designs looked up at him with her alluring pink eyes.
"How about you and I go and have a room to ourselves~? Hmm~?"
The racial passive skill activated once more as she got even closer to him, the undead's jaws opening and closing as he tried to gently let her let go of him.
"Apologies, Miss, but I have no interest in-!"
"Go ahead and take him, girlie! Dude needs to loosen up already!" Adam shouted from the table as he already defeated three more demons in the blink of an eye.
"Adam, you bastard!"
The succubus grinned as she tugged him away from the crowd. "Well, you heard your friend, big guy~ Come with me~!"
"Wait, but I'm a skeleton! I can't exactly-!"
"Doesn't matter, honey! I'll show you a good time!"
As the two were shuffled out of view, Adam let out a sigh of relief that Ainz might actually have some fun here.
"Alright, then, time for me to hit too." Adam took a deep breath before finishing the… what, one hundredth mug? And shouted at the top of his lungs to the gathered crowd of party-goers and fans.
"The woman who beats me in drinking gets to have one-on-one time with me!"
The girls all squealed as they pushed away the men to get in front of the line, sinners and hellborn alike all waited to get their turn on the table, and some can even be seen strategizing and allying with others, as they shook each other's hands.
'Aaahhhh, it's good to be me!'
"Wait a moment!" Ainz pleaded with the succubus who pushed him on a couch in a secluded room as she began removing her fur coat while looking at him lustfully.
"Come on, big guy, loosen up~ It's a party, you know~!"
"But you're drunk! I cannot in good conscious allow for this happen!"
"But I want it to happen!" The succubus confidently and angrily said as she made the overlord grow silent in shock.
She took a few deep breaths as she continued undressing herself, getting closer to the overlord as she removed her high heel boots.
"I'm sick, and tired, of all this bullshit. The one guy I was ever in love with ditched me, and then I hear through the grapevine that he's been in a relationship with some noble in the Ars Goetia."
She got on top of Ainz who tried to get away, only for her to grab his arms, or at least as much as she can with how big the bones are compared to her arm and made him place his hands on her legs.
"So, please. I just want to have a good time with somebody, anybody for now, alright? Can you give me that? No names, no flirting, no nothing, just me, and you, and pleasure, alright?"
Seeing that the undead was not answering her, merely keeping his gaze on her, she took that as him agreeing with her, and with her eyes shut, she leaned in closer to try and kiss his pearly white teeth.
'Well, this would be the first time I was ever with a skeleton, but hopefully he'll be better to me than Blit-!'
Before she could even continue her thoughts or even kiss him, she felt two large skeletal hands grab her waist and set her on her feet. And opening her eyes, she found herself standing in front of the Overlord.
She giggled lustfully as she gave him a simple look. "Well, so you want us to do it while standing? I'm okay with th-"
"I'm sorry."
"Eh?" The succubus blinked rather adorably at the sudden apology, confusion filling her mind in the process.
"Why are you apologizing?"
Ainz sighed as he answered the confused woman. "I will not take advantage of your emotions to lay with you. I may not be a qualified therapist or even a good advisor, but what you need at the moment is a break from everyday life to come to terms with your ex has done and how you can move on."
The succubus blinked for a moment before panic and indignation filled her voice, her face transforming into a snarl as she spoke angrily. "I don't need your empty advice, asshole! I already told you that I want this, so don't you dare pretend like your care! If I'm not pretty enough for high as fuck standards then just say that!"
Ainz waved his arms as he looked at her with his infernal red flames. "Do not misunderstand, you are quite beautiful and a sight to behold, and I do not say these words to to achieve any malacious plan. Sleeping around with everyone to numb the pain will only work in the short term, but in the end, you'll destroy yourself and be forced to pick up the pieces by on your lonesome as you pushed everyone away from you."
The two stayed silent for a while as the woman stared deep into Ainz's eyes, hoping to gleam some hidden mystery from the overlord's skull.
In her opinion, he was shit at comforting others and his words were ones she heard from many men and women before. And yet… his voice was genuine, his concern real amidst his regal baritone voice. And from his mannerisms, he really didn't say it with any hidden agenda to achieve.
She snorted before giggling at the hilarious situation she found herself in, confusing the undead by her sudden joy.
Here she was, planning on simply having a bit of fun to forget that bastard, only to end up comforted by a giant skeleton in regal purple robes.
The succubus wiped a few of her tears that accumulated in her eyes as her laughter died down, a smile still etched on her face as she spoke up.
"Alright, alright~ Fine, have it your way big man~ You really don't want to have sex with me at all, you're one prude demon~"
Ainz sighed at the insinuation before waving his hand dismissively. "I'm simply traditional and prefer waiting till marriage."
"Oho~ I didn't know guys like you still exist~! You're an endangered species, you know~!"
"Hardy har har."
She giggled at her response before nodding to herself, wearing her high heel boots and furcoat once more.
"Now if you'll excuse me, miss…"
"Verosika, big guy."
"Ah, Miss Verosika, well if you're excuse me, I have to grab my friend, it's getting late and we need to head back."
Verosika nodded as Ainz turned towards the door to leave, but before he did, he gently took her hand and placed his pearly whites on the back of her hand, emulating a knight's hand kiss of olden times.
"It was truly a pleasure to meet you, Miss Verosika, and I hope you'll have much success in your future endeavors from now on."
The succubus's cheeks glowed red at the knightly gesture of the Overlord before he took his leave, leaving her alone in the fairly tidy room as she rubbed the back of her hand absentmindedly.
"Adam?! Where are y-? Bloody hell! What in the world are you doing out in public!?"
Ainz immediately turned around as he found the man in a… compromised position with a well endowed sinner, who was moaning as she rode him with a few more demons surrounding them. The man himself grinning as he looked at the behind the couch to find Ainz who averted his gaze in disgust at the hedonistic display of lust.
"Oh hey bro! You're done with that succubus that quickly? What, did you drive her to the brink that fast? Nice, I approve!"
"Approve of what, you perverted moron?! You know what, that's it, I'm leaving! I should've stayed at home!" Ainz teleported out of the club as he kept muttering a certain birdman under his breath and how Adam seems to resemble him in some manner.
And if Ainz were to have given the scene a second look, he could've seen the serpentine tail of Adam very much not enjoying the situation it was in, as a naked succubus jumped on its poor body and began pleasuring herself on it.
It was for the first time ever that the serpentine tail had the diabolical thoughts of tearing itself away from the main body that is Adam and run away, away from the loud music, from the disgusting smells that violated its poor nose, and the dirty creature that coated its body in some sort of weird slime that he didn't know why for.
As Verosika walked out of the room, one of the succubi who accompanied her noticed her presence as she walked out, and went to her as she noticed her rubbing the back of her hand strangely while her face sported a furious blush.
"Hmm? Oh hey, Ver! Did you have your fun with that skeleton? How was he? Was he good? Did he have anything down there? Did he have a skeleton di-?"
"Lizzie, how much does it cost for a wedding?"
The succubus named Lizzie blinked in surprise at the sudden question by the red faced girl, who asked in complete and utter seriousness that had her dazed mentally as she responded mechanically.
"Er… It depends on the hell ring and the contractor, but I heard that the best ones are in Gluttony and our home ring Lust… Wait, why are you even asking? You've never shown any interest in marriage since Blitzo walked out on you."
Verosika hummed as she looked at Lizzie with a smile. One that in the other succubus's opinion, was much more genuine and happy than any other she ever saw Verosika sport. It almost reminded her of those naive girls on earth, the ones who would fantasize about the perfect marriage and happy lives. She snorted a bit as she shook off her thoughts. That can't be happening, this is Verosika she's talking about, the girl who hates all forms of romantic affection and prefers casual and steamy sex. Not marriage or any of that sappy shit-
"I'm going to marry him."
"..."
"..."
"...what?"
Omake: Big Lady, Big Turn-Off
(Omake Idea by His_Righteous_Thunder, thanks a lot!)
"Yo Ainz, I had a question."
Adam spoke up as he laid upside down on the couch in Ainz's office, reading a comic book about someone called Batman as Ainz was busy cataloging some of his items.
"Go ahead." The Undead responded absentmindedly.
"You can summon a lot of stuff, right? Like you already summoned those freaky death knights, those liches like my bro, Ostiarius, and those two Eternal Deaths hot babes of yours Tiche and Alecto."
Ainz put down his book as he tilted his head, expressing confusion. "Your point?"
Adam flipped himself upright as he looked at him. "My point is, why don't you summon some other cool shit? Like… I don't know, undead dragons or dragons in general. Or maybe even some angels and demons? Or a giant titan from fire or ice or some other cool shit? You did say that you can before, right? So why not?"
Ainz sighed as he answered his friend blankly. "Because I have no need for any of them at the moment. If I do, I'll tell you."
"...But can't you just-"
"No."
"Ok, what about-"
"No."
"Then what if you-"
"Let me finish, will you?!" Adam stomped indignantly as Ainz didn't even bother looking up as he lifted three fingers, putting down one with each statement he gave the First Man.
"No, I will not summon a cosmic sized dragon for you tear into the Morningstar Mansion with. No I will not summon an eldritch horror who'll break Lucifer's mind and make him suicidal. And no, I will not summon a seraphim who'll help you carry out a crusade on Hell."
"...But you have to agree that they are all dope as fuck. Especially the last one."
"Adam…"
"I mean come on dude! Imagine wearing templar armor and blasting Sabaton while killing heretics!"
"Adam, everyone in hell is a demon, a heretic by default."
"Exactly!"
Ainz sighed at the childish persuasive techniques that Adam is trying to convince Ainz with, which isn't exactly doing anything positive except for annyoing the Undead Overlord.
"Alright, fine, fine, how about this, how about you give me a book with a list of monsters and shit and I'll just go and see which one we can summon later on, if we need them. How about it?"
The Overlord groaned for a moment at Adam's incessantness, but seeing that there would no issue in indulging the ancient yet childish First Man, gave him one of the many books he was sorting out.
As the former Head Exorcist took it, he was fascinated by the design of the book, which had what seemed to be a wailing agonized face on its greyish leathery cover.
"What's with the creepy book?"
"That… is the Necronomicon, or to be more precise, a book that instead of summoning anything in the actual one, just gives you descriptions on them and their history. Just don't do anything rash to it, since I can't exactly go back to Yggdrasil any longer, if any of my items are destroyed, the chances of getting other copies back is abysmally low."
Adam nodded gravely as he understood the situation, before sitting down on the couch and began to read quietly. While Ainz sighed in relief before he continued sorting and categorizing his items.
'Finally, I'm done with the potions. That sure took a while.'
Ainz took a sigh of relief as he placed all of the potions in his office into his {Inventory} once more, before moving on to the magic tomes and other books.
'Hmm, all accounted for with the exception of that guidebook for the Necronomicon, which I gave to Adam. Well, I at least have the actual book with me, so I can just leave the various guidebooks for the en-'
As Ainz took the book in his hand, he felt it's leathery texture being a bit smoother than usual, which is quite weird in his opinion as the Necronomicon was made according to the lore with the skin of human beings and other races, so the book cover should never feel like it's plastic or smooth.
Unless…
"...Shit."
Ainz cussed as he opened the book only to find out that what he had in his hands was in fact the actual guide book, as pages filled with nothing but artistic representations of the book's monsters and their description filled them instead of the usual runic language one would expect to find in the book.
'Wait, but if the guide book is with me. Then the one with Adam is…'
Before Ainz could even continue his thought, a flash of bright dark light filled the office as everything began to shake slightly from the pressure.
The Undead immediately began casting each and every supportive and defensive spell he knows as he immediately rushed towards Adam, intending on protecting his friend from the result of his carelessness by giving him the actual Book of the Dead.
Only to find him… smiling?
And seeing what Adam accidentally summoned, now he knows why.
"Hehe..."
"Adam…"
"Hehehehe…"
"Adam, I swear to God…"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUS BEAUTY, BONES! LOOK AT HER! HAHAHAHA!"
"Adam, stop thinking with your pants for once and look at who you're facing at the moment!"
"FUCK NO, SKELLY! YOU CAN'T SEE THIS GORGEOUS DROP DEAD BEAUTY RIGHT IN FRONT YOU?!"
Adam pointed with a maniacal laugh at the 6 meters (20 feet) seductively smiling tall woman standing in front of the two of them.
The new summon was a pale skinned beauty with elf-like long ears and enchantingly beautiful features and crimson red irises with black sclera.
Her body was garbed in a seductive black and red dress that showed a good portion of her cleavage and stomach, and two large black wings behind her back with a sharp jagged tail that seemed to be covered in a black tar-like substance which bubbled on it yet never never dripped to the floor.
On the top of the woman's head were numerous horns that seem to be embedded with a variety of jewels as the horns were curled around her scalp, forming a naturally enchanting crown that sits eternally on her head.
As Adam continued laughing maniacally at his accidental achievement, Ainz facepalmed with both of his hands in exasperation.
"I can't… I can't even begin to comprehend this. I… I need to sit down."
As Adam stopped his mad laughter, he grinned as he patted Ainz's back smugly. "You do that, in the meanwhile. I have a date and a night to look forward to with a hot as fuck tall evil lady."
"Adam, no!"
"Adam, yes! I will do my fucking job and create a new species!"
"You already did, you perverted bastard, we don't need another!"
"Then I'll create another!"
As Adam and Ainz continued arguing, the newly summoned daemon uttered in a silk-like smooth voice.
"I have no qualms in assisting in the creation of a new species, and will dedicate all that I have in the process of doing so."
The two grew silent in the wake of the woman's words. And not even a split second later, Ainz was restraining Adam using his newly made strength courtesy of his supportive spells, as Adam was frothing at the mouth as he tried to get close to his new 'partner in crime'.
"RELEASE ME YOU COCKBLOCKING BASTARD! SHE SAID YES!"
"You still shouldn't do it you moron!"
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!"
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE ADAM! YOU CAN'T JUST GO AND TRY AND HAVE SEX WITH THE DEMON QUEEN LILITH!"
"..."
Suddenly, to the confusion of both Ainz and the summoned Lilith, Adam stayed still without resisting like before.
"Ainz, let go of me."
"Uh… Adam, are you alright? You're not going to try and…?" Ainz asked cautiously as he was afraid that Adam was still planning to reach for the woman.
"Don't want to anymore."
If Ainz could blink, he would've done so in confusion at the sudden change of heart, before giving up and letting the man go, who only dusted himself off and went towards the door, before leaving and slamming it shut, confusing the two inside especially when they could hear him mutter about how the whole thing was just a huge 'turn-off'.
"Is… my summoner alright?" Lilith asked Ainz who was just as confused as her.
"He is, though why did he suddenly give up, it's not as if I said anything that… Oooooohhhh… right. His ex-wife was also called Lilith."
The tall woman felt realization dawn on her at the revelation, though she couldn't help but feel a bit envious and angry that there's another 'Lilith' somewhere out there who was able to cause such a visceral reaction to her beauty simply because of her name.
It annoyed her quite frankly that someone who wanted to mate with her suddenly lost all desire to do so because of a clearly inferior version.
"I… suppose the order is not to be performed anymore?"
"...No, I don't think he's going to try anymore."
"I see…."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...Then will you-"
"I'm not going to do it either, you can just go back now."
"Awww…"
AN:
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