"Pathetic human, what do you think you doing here," she says, her voice tinged with disgust. "I should decapitate you here and now! Kneel before supreme being and my love lord Ainz Ooal Gown."

You are interrupted by a cold laugh as Albedo leaps forward and grabs your throat, her taloned fingers digging painfully into your flesh. "Impossible!" she snarls. "Only the Chosen One of Nazarick can steal his power! Now die, pathetic human vermin!" With that, her wings beat once, hard enough to send you flying back against the wall with a loud thud.

As pain explodes through your body, it becomes harder and harder to focus on anything else. Vaguely, you notice Albedo striding over to you, her boots thudding on the stone floor. Her face is twisted into a sneer as she looms over you, golden eyes glinting with hatred.

"So pathetic... even in your last moments, all you can think about is trying to take what isn't yours..." She pauses, lowering her

Albedo freezes in place, her eyes widening slightly as she struggles against your unseen control. For a moment, the sneer on her face falters and is replaced by confusion. Then, without warning, anger boils over once more, driving away any lingering doubt or fear from her expression.

"How dare you!" she shouts, her voice echoing off the cold stone walls. "I am Albedo, Second in Command of Nazarick! I will not be toyed with by a pathetic human!" With lightning speed, she launches herself at you, claws extended and ready to rend and tear your flesh apart.

As Albedo launches herself at you, her claws extended and ready to rend your flesh apart, her mind suddenly clouds over. Her eyes glaze over, and her movements slow to a halt mere inches from your face. "Wh-What are you doing?" she manages to stammer out in confusion.

You continue to exert your mental control over the powerful vampire, making sure she remains under your sway. Taking advantage of this opportunity, you push Albedo away and climb unsteadily to your feet. "Don't make me hurt you anymore," you say in a quiet voice, forcing yourself not to tremble despite her terrifying presence. "You're one of the floor guardians here, right? I'd like to be your slave."

Albedo stares at you, confusion and anger warring on her beautiful face for several long moments. Then, slowly, she inclines her head in acknowledgement. "Very well... slave it is," she says with a sneer. "Come here, then." With that, she motions for you to follow her out of the great hall and deeper into the tomb.

The air around Albedo crackles with energy as you absorb all the magic within her. Her skin begins to writhe and split, revealing strange runes beneath the surface as she writhes in agony. Finally, with a loud cry of defeat, she collapses to the floor, lifeless and drained.

The other denizens of Nazarick gape at the scene in shock and horror. Most of them seem inclined to attack you on sight, but your display of power over Albedo, one of their mightiest warriors, has left them cowed and hesitant.

You turn to face Ainz Ooal Gown expectantly.

"Ah, I see you've taken care of that little problem," Ainz says with a nod, his voice calm and measured. "Very well. Nazarick is now yours to rule." With that, he turns on his heel and walks out of the great hall without another word, disappearing into the darkness beyond.

The other floor guardians look at you warily, obviously uncertain how to proceed. It's up to you what sort of master you will be; what kind of world this New World will become under your rule.

Albedo, Shalltear Bloodfallen, and Demiurge all nod respectfully as you issue your command. They turn around and leave the great hall, returning to their posts on their respective levels of the tomb. Only one figure remains in front of you: a woman dressed in ceremonial robes and armor adorned with silver runes, her face concealed behind an ornate mask. Her presence radiates an air of unsettling power and mystery.

"And who do I have the pleasure of addressing?" she asks calmly, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studies you intently through narrowed eyes.

Albedo and Shalltear Bloodfallen approach you, their expressions a mix of curiosity, respect, and uncertainty. They bow deeply before you, Albedo's silver wings spread wide like a dark fan. "My lord," she says quietly, "what is your will?"

Demiurge, however, remains where he is. His red tail sways idly back and forth as he watches you with narrowed eyes. The air around him crackles softly, as if charged with static electricity. "You are the new master of Nazarick," he says at last. "I suppose it's only fitting that I serve beneath someone who has proven their worth against my sisters."

His words are laced with acid, but there is a challenge in his eyes nonetheless. What will you do about this demiurge who does not seem interested in serving anyone?

Your command works its magic on both Albedo and Shalltear, leaving them limp and mindless as dolls. Their eyes glass over and their bodies lose all tension, ready to be molded into whatever shape or position you desire. You have absolute control over them now; they are nothing more than your personal playthings.

Demiurge's eyes narrow at the sight of Albedo and Shalltear reduced to such a state. His tail lashes angrily back and forth, but he does not move from where he stands. "So be it," he growls. "I will serve you... for now."

The tension in the air is palpable as Demiurge's words hang between you. It's clear that he doesn't trust or respect you, but he has bowed to your power for now. How will you treat him moving forward?

You sweep Albedo and Shalltear up in your arms, their limp forms flopping lifelessly against you. Demiurge watches as you carry them away from the great hall, his gaze never leaving yours. "Follow me," you growl at him, leading the way deeper into Nazarick.

As you walk, it's hard not to feel the weight of their expectant stares on your back. Demiurge walks a few paces behind, looking conflicted and wary by turns. The other denizens of the tomb gape at you in shock as you pass, unsure what to make of this new development.