The Great Tomb of Nazarick

Ellee sat in a white chair, around her the lush vegetation of the 6th floor decorated the land.

Currently she was troubled as she overlooked at the six strange figures, some of them were human.

Each garbed in a different color they showed up at the entrance of the tomb, but what had truly unnerved her was the fact that one of them eerily resembled Ainz Ooal Gown, maybe not the one today, but the one she got to know in the past when the Undead God still held crimson orbs.

They had many questions she had imagined, but that was true for herself as well.

'Who were they? How did they know of the Great Tomb? And more importantly, how did they know Ainz Ooal Gown?' Ellee kept a calm façade while she observed them, none of them held ill intent as far as she could tell, but one can never be too careful, this she learned from Ainz.

She was broken out of her train of thought when an earthquake manifested out of nowhere, and the six took up a defensive position in alarm. Within moments the Guardians, as they were called appeared and surrounded the unknown Six.

"How rude!" Exclaimed one of them, and an ice lance was launched, only to be blocked by the hell firewall conjured up by the guardian of the 7th floor, the Archfiend Demiurge. Ellee couldn't be sure as to why, maybe it had something to do with his devil heritage, but she felt quite uncomfortable in the Archdevil's presence. Something whispered to her that it would do her no good.

She felt the air tremble as magic conversed at the tip of Mare's staff that glowed ominously.

"Wait!" She called out, intent on stopping the guardians. "They are not an enemy!" She said, as she jumped up from her chair, letting go of the teacup in the hurry.

"That's right what she said!" The woman garbed in blue gave voice to her agreement.

"Yeah, we aren't here to invade or any of the like, we are simply lost…

…This is the great tomb, is it not?" The one in red asked sarcastically while looking around, taking in the guardians that descended around them.

"We are friends of Lord Ainz, surely this is no way to treat a guest?" A deep voice resounded in the crowd, that of Surshana, the God of Death. The overlord moved to the front, staring down the guardians with much the same intensity as Ainz Ooal Gown would.

"Who?! Who are you?!" The succubus, the guardian overseer spat out, venom laced in her every syllable.

The Six looked at each other, eventually zeroing out Surshana, he was the leader of the group it seemed. The Overlord stepped forward, crimson flames crackling in the eye sockets, he spoke.

"We are the Six Great Gods of Old. I am Surshana, the God of Death, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The deep voice finished, and after that every god proceeded to introduce themselves.

The capital of the Human empire, E-Rantel

Jircniv left the chamber disappointed yet again in his advisors, was it really that hard to find a capable man?! He grumbled as he made his way into his private chambers.

The elves had refused any negotiations due to their Queen's absence, but Jircniv was sure that it was but an excuse since they had no intention on collaborating with them from the beginning.

It was a fact that the elf ruler had dispatched the sacred flames to aid in repelling the abyssal creature, but in his mind, it was only so that it wreaked havoc in the human nation and it did not accidentally wander into her empire.

That woman… she was cunning, to think she would appeal to his people and seethe distrust towards the person of the emperor. A fist impacted the wooden table as the emperor stared at it.

Hair disheveled he stared intently on the map spread out on the simple table.

He was surrounded, should he start a campaign against the elf nation he could achieve victory, but it would certainly spell doom for his reign. That would just so happen to be to the cardinals' favor.

If he were to decide to not take this chance to overrun the nation while their strongest were incapacitated, then he could keep the favor of the masses, but the nobles and the cardinals would surely move against him, and ultimately, he would lose his authority.

"Dammit!" He cursed. "If only I made ties with the elves, it would have been so much easier! Jircniv cursed, as he could so no easy way out of this mess.

Finally, his eyes strayed to the map, there in the far south a skull marked a kingdom, a kingdom of darkness. Its people were strong, strong enough that neither empire moved to try and assimilate it.

They could be his last hidden card, should they accept his offer.

Fluder was already on his way, disguised as a simple old man he would infiltrate the nation, and gain an audience with its ruler. Should everything go according to plan, there might be a way he still takes all.

The Void

There was no light nor darkness.

In the vast emptiness of the void no progression was made, and thus time did not exist either.

However, that was bound to change as a power unseen, yet mighty pushed the boundaries, ever stretching, ever pulling on the vast emptiness.

An orb, an unassuming tiny colorless object was present in the void, one in essence equal to the void, but one with a will of its own.

After an eternity the orb began sowing chaos as it manifested its pull.

Gravity was an alien concept that should have never existed in the void, yet now it was born.

The vast emptiness swirled, drifted in a circular motion, ever closer spiraling down and into the unassuming little orb.

For the first time since its timeless existence progression was made inside of the Void, and as such time was born. The clock ticked forward ever so slowly as the inexhaustible negative mass was condensed into a single point, into a single orb.

The orb had changed, it had transformed. It had become an infinite mass of power.

It was a hole, a hole in reality itself, a hole in the fabric of space-time that could not be extinguished.

It held the concept of nothingness, oblivion, the void.

Time would pass and the orb would recall its purpose, its meaning, its goal in existence.

A body would slowly manifest around the object, one that held the orb's properties, one that could endure its infinite mass of power. One of pure white and majestic, one of might.

One worthy of the Title: Supreme Being.

Undisclosed location

Under the pale light of the half crescent moon huge shadows conversed.

Each boosting a commendable presence, the silhouettes discussed how they ought to carry on.

The last free dragon lords were finally presented with a chance to regain their primal glory.

Cure Elim, the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord had called for this meeting, and as such the other two could not refuse it. He was the only one who could perceive the subtle presence of the monster, a monster which had all but hunted them into extinction.

After all this time, after all those degrading years they could rise once more and claim the earth and the heaven as their dominion, as it once was, and as it should rightfully be.

"…move your minions into position, and when I give the sign begin the offense." Cure Elim instructed, seeing the nods he turned around and took off, into the night sky.