Shalltear Bloodfallen, Guardian of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd floor was fuming as she roamed the catacombs. Her ramblings were only interrupted by the occasional outcries of vampire brides when she threw them around. She was angry, mad beyond compare.

How dare Albedo suggest that she stays here?!

How dare Demiurge agree with her?!

Her face contorted in displeasure.

Suddenly her vampire bride flew right into an old coffin. Shalltear shut it tight, before proceeding to kick it down the corridor, — hearing her brides scream in pain always brought her some closure, some peace. Always, but not today.

It was a fact that she was the strongest of the guardians, thus it was understandable that she would be the best choice for defending Nazarick in the absence of the bulk of the guardians…

Still, she couldn't help but be frustrated at the turn of events.

Sure, protecting Nazarick was a great honor and all that, but she, the Bloody Valkyrie really wanted to be the first to greet the Supreme beings. She wanted it more than anything else.

She slumped down into her chair in her room.

She still recalled the day when Nazarick was thrown into uproar, when the statues of the Supreme ones lit alight, signaling that their creators weren't truly gone. Shalltear's cold heart was moved that day… ever since then she fantasized about the day, she could meet them yet again.

But now, because of that big-mouthed gorilla she was denied of her dream!

In frustration she brought her fists down hard against the little table — shattering it in the process.

The remaining vampire brides shrank back around their mistress in fear. It was not good when their master was angry, they learned it firsthand. They knew that they existed solely to serve, to be an outlet for the true vampire, however this didn't mean that they enjoyed being thrown around like a rag doll. But it seems this was their lucky day as Shalltear's eyes suddenly narrowed… then a quiet voice escaped her delicate lips.

"Intruders."

Demiurge walked with purpose as he directed the elf woman into the heart of the tomb. Although he had led her up until now… there was no way he would let her defile the sacred ground of the Supreme beings. Demiurge's eyes gleamed as he gestured inside the narrow corridor, indicating that this is the way into the tomb.

…

They didn't walk for long when he felt a chill in the air. He could feel Shalltear's bloodlust. It only grew in intensity as they carried on with their journey. 'Good.' — Demiurge thought. She would free him and then he could have the elf spit out every bit of information concerning how she came to possess the staff.

…

Demiurge was internally cursing as he presented the throne room to the elf woman. His plan was perfect, and yet it failed. Where is the intellect of the Supreme ones when it is needed? He wondered as he grimly nodded to the elf woman and helped her up the stairs to the throne of kings.

'I failed you, my creator.' Demiurge said inaudibly as he looked behind his back to see the denizens of Nazarick kneeling before a lower life form.

It was unacceptable, and yet he could do nothing to stop it.

The staff of Ainz Ooal Gown contained the power of the 41 Supreme beings, nothing could stand against it. No guardian, no servant of the Supreme ones was exempt from under its compulsion.

Demiurge felt his muscles straining as he willed his body to move, it was all but futile and yet he could not relent, he had to strike down this heretic. Try as he may, he could not raise a hand against the elf woman.

He could see Shalltear struggling as well, her body slightly trembling — showing her resolve to go against the staff's will if it meant protecting what is the property of the Supreme ones.

The others, various spawn monsters in the massive chamber were frozen, unmoving in place. Demiurge understood what was happening, nonetheless he could not help but judge these ungrateful servants of the Supreme beings. Giving up without a fight, a shame to their legacy.

He was broken out of his train of thought as he heard something that left him confused.

"All hail Ainz Ooal Gown!" The elf woman exclaimed with glee and the tomb shook.

A brilliant light blinded those present before a wormhole of swirling dark tore a hole into space.

A skeletal hand adorned with invaluable treasures reached out from the abyss, grasping the golden staff of Ainz Ooal Gown. A shock wave exploded as the Staff dimmed before Demiurge felt the control of his body returning. He regained control! He realized. It was his chance to act.

Up until now he willed every single muscle of his to move, to end the life of the blasphemous offender who dared to restrict him and his fellow guardians, but he didn't move now. He was too mesmerized by the majesty that was the Overlord, the leader of All the Supreme beings.

Soon the rest of the skeletal frame of the highest existence came into view as he slowly pulled through the portal.

It seemed as though the very reality that defined the world wanted to reject his presence, but alas none could deny the highest of existence. His word was the now, his will the future, all abide by this fundamental law.

Demiurge's eyes dilated unnaturally.

The pristine white bones which were edged deep into the archdemon's memory had changed. Below the shoulder plates the bones took on a drastic change.

It was nothing like Demiurge recalled of Momonga, lord of the 41.

The skeleton had a sickly yellow hue as blackish liquid oozed from every bone. The ever-present red orb ominously pulsed, breathing life into the undead as the Overlord moved sluggishly.

While the undead had only slight resemblance to the One Above All, the feeling was unmistakable. Demiurge and Shalltear was convinced that he was their master, that he was Lord Momonga, the Supreme being standing at the summit, overshadowing all with his might and intellect.

They fell to their knees before the Supreme one as tears streamed down their faces.

"Y- you... have returned!" Demiurge exclaimed shakily as he went down to his knees and paid his respects. He bowed deep, his forehead hitting the cold marble floor of the throne room, before staring up in awe at the one who stood above all.

Shalltear followed suit not long after.

Today his dream became a reality when the Supreme one's voice echoed in the massive room as dark shadows rose around the master accompanied by a feeling of dread.

"Where are the others?"

…

Trombone boomed all around the camp as the soldiers readied themselves.

Leines Wolfrood, a proud footman of the empire grabbed his spear and rushed out of his tent.

He was not ready to what greeted him.

There was chaos… chaos everywhere.

Soldiers rushed back and forth, trying in vain to find their positions in the confusion as the enemy loomed on the horizon.

This was the Katze-plains, home of the cursed undead. Although, it may be a cursed ground it would serve well to halt the enemy's advance. At least that was the idea, however they could not have predicted that the enemy would reach the plains in no more than a single day. It was unimaginable.

A feat truly worthy of such monsters that managed to dispense with their border forces.

Leines felt cold sweat trickling down his nape.

There… there in the distance… five shadows loomed ominously. One was ginormous, huge enough to block out the sun and rip away all their courage.

Leines did not realize when he took a step back.

There was no way they could beat such a thing! What was the emperor thinking?!

He could hear his fellow men throwing down their arms as they turned to fled… but not Leines. He kept his eyes steady, focused solely on the demons which came out of nowhere. The demons who shattered humanity's pride, and soon would be their end.

…

When the tight rows of demons crashed into the human troops it was a massacre.

Dozens of humans fell just to bring down one of the thousands of demons… even then they could not celebrate as the fallen stood back up as zombies and continued their struggle to end human life.

It was a nightmare then… but when the five shadows joined the fray it was all over.

Every single soldier knew that as they witnessed the enemy cleaving through rows of soldiers in one hit, while spells of unimaginable magnitude battered the field, taking hundreds in one fell swoop.

Leines was originally in the back of the army, but now… now the enemy has all but reached his position. Soon the rage of the battle would reach and consume him, just as it did many of his brothers.

It was not long now…

He could finally rest, awaken from this nightmare… he has lived all his life in difficult times, never far from the battlefields, facing the monsters day after day, never knowing peace. He could leave behind this world with a calm mind and let the emperor and the Gods protect humanity in his stead, they were better suited for it anyways…

Although, he thought that the situation couldn't get any more hopeless he was proven wrong yet again. He was ready to depart from this world when the skies opened, and a tear formed…

… the abyss creatures were here.

They rained down onto the battlefield rampaging left and right… human and demon alike.

Maybe, maybe they still had a chance… he could hear the trumpet as it signaled retreat, but many soldiers were locked in mortal combat. Hundreds of thousands could not escape the encirclement, with demons on the front and the abyss monsters in their back there was no escape, none without great losses.

Leines watched the carnage with a hardened expression as he clenched the reins and galloped with great haste, with a heavy heart he turned his back on the battlefield and fled. Fled like there was no tomorrow. It was not shameful to run, not when there was no chance at victory.

He wanted to help them, he wanted to save them. He had already made his peace and was ready to die, but… it would be foolish to think he could lend a helping hand. He would be tossed aside like trash by a demon or a monster in no time, as such he made the only sensible decision and ran.

He ran so that he may live to fight another day. Today was not the day he dies the heavens so decided and thus Leines would obey.

…

Now, a good distance away Leines looked back…

The abyss monsters were butchered by the demons. The remaining soldiers, roughly a hundred thousand was encircled in a way that left no leeway. No chance to escape.

'Poor men, your death will not be in vain.' He thought as he turned around to continue with his journey only to feel numb. He fell off his horse and his vision blurred, but still, he could make out the person or more like the thing standing above him. An insect, a huge insect with four arms… before he was welcomed by darkness.

…

"Commander!" Came the shout from somewhere in the crowd of soldiers. They were formed in a huge tight semi-circle defending all sides from the impending demon attack.

"Commander! What should we do with the wounded?"

General Tifus didn't have time to answer as a swirling mass of darkness enveloped the skies.

"What is it again?" He questioned agitatedly. This time no monsters rained from above, but a skeletal frame passed the portal. No, to call it a skeleton would be an insult. It was Death incarnate.

General Tifus was certain that his time has come, and death was here to welcome him… hearing the disbelieving shouts of his men, he reevaluated the situation. Death was here to welcome them.

He floated above the sky; an impossibly imposing figure whose mere presence crushed any and all resistance one may exhibit. A being that stood at the pinnacle of creation, a being that sniffed out the light and consumed countless souls, a being of unimaginable might.

General Tifus didn't notice it earlier, but now he could see it. The 5 sinister figures of carnage prostrated themselves, the ground under them cracking, their hands digging deep into the earth.

He gulped audible. He knew then… that whatever has arrived was a hundred times worse than these abominations. He could feel his throat drying up as he saw countless blue orbs levitating and shooting towards the sky, before disappearing in the close proximity of the figure of Death.

'We are doomed.' He thought and was certain that every single of his men thought the same.

He heard the clattering of armor as the soldiers fell to their knees one after another.

Then a deep majestic voice cut through the air, and all other sound ceased.

No that wasn't right.

The baleful voice had reverberated inside his and no doubt many heads on the battlefield, sending chills down his spine. If he thought that he was afraid before, then now he was terrified.

"What is the meaning of this?"