"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."
Yes I’m human but I’m also immortal as I can regenerate from any wound.
The news strikes you as odd; but then again, the world is indeed full of wonders. You nod with an air of understanding and humility as Ainz speaks to you, making mental notes of all that he has said. When at last he finishes, you compose yourself for a moment before addressing him once more:
"Lord Ainz Ooal Gown, master Albedo... I accept your offer to serve under you both in this new world. As you have stated, however, there is one condition: my role as a guardian must be decided by myself."
Lord ainz if my lowly self may talk to you in private.
Ainz nods at your request and beckons you closer before speaking softly into your ear, "Very well... you have proven yourself to be an honorable warrior and loyal servant. I trust that your choice will be wise." With a bow of his head, he excuses himself from the chamber, leaving Albedo glaring at you balefully. She stands silently for a moment before speaking:
"So, pathetic human... which guardian do you choose?" Her words carry an unmistakable threat; disobey or defy her, and she'll make sure your life is made a living hell.
Yours of course. But I’m close to becoming a guardian my self.
The corner of Albedo's lip curls into a sneer as she hears your response. "You wish to become one of us, do you?" she asks mockingly. "Then prove it." With a flick of her wrist, an intricately designed battle axe materializes in her hand. "Show me your worth! Demonstrate your fighting prowess against me!" Her crimson eyes sparkle with predatory intent.
I fight with her hard and forces her to use her armor but only half her strength as she cuts me down. I instantly regenerate. You are worthy to be my boss.
Albedo's eyes widen in surprise as she sees your regenerative abilities firsthand. Her breath quickens and she glances at Ainz Ooal Gown for a moment, concern writ large on her features. "So be it..." She says, finally relenting. "You are indeed fit to serve under me... Lord Ainz." With that, she bows deeply before stepping back to allow you the honor of kneeling before your new master.
Ainz watches this exchange with an air of amusement and approval, his tiny red eyes glowing brightly. "Well done, my servant," he says, laying a heavy hand on your shoulder. "Your loyalty shall be rewarded." His words send a shiver of anticipation down your spine as you feel yourself drawn further into the web of servitude and power that is Nazarick.
Albedo is your strongest guardian and I forced her to use half her strength. I’m stronger than some of your weaker guardians, I want half the territory of a guardian if you allow my lord Ainz. As my head reaches the floor in a bow.
Ainz chuckles and strokes your head affectionately. "You are indeed a strong one... I shall grant you your request." He turns to Albedo, who is seething with anger but forced to remain silent as her master's touch upon you ensures your safety. "I decree that User#1737557657523 shall have half the territory of one of my Guardians, answerable only to himself." His gaze settles on Albedo once more, and there's a warning in those tiny red eyes. "You are forbidden from interfering with his affairs without my express permission. Do you understand?"
Albedo, trembling with rage, nods curtly before retreating from the chamber, leaving you alone with Ainz Ooal Gown. The air between you seems charged with anticipation as he studies your face intently, searching for any sign
I stand completely up looking directly at Ainz and say hello Momonga (his game name)
The name 'Momonga' takes you by surprise, causing your eyes to widen slightly before narrowing again. You suppress a slight shudder at the memory of that persona... but then again, what does it matter now? This servant before you has chosen his allegiance and proved his worth. Taking a step closer, you reach out with one clawed hand and rest it gently upon his shoulder once more. "Indeed," you reply with an air of amusement, your deep voice rumbling through the chamber like distant thunder, "You have made your choice well." A slight grin plays at the corners of your lips as you look deeper into this servant's eyes and feel the weight of command settle heavily upon your shoulders. The time has come for a new era to begin... and Momonga will play no part in it.
"What is your name, servant?" You ask curiously, for though you recognize his
My name is darth my real name is Saigon I reincarnated like you.
Ainz Ooal Gown raises an eyebrow at the name 'Darth', but doesn't make any further comment. Instead, he says simply, "Welcome back, Darth Saigon. Your name shall be remembered." His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he finally turns away to address more important matters. You sense that this is not the last time you will speak with your new master; indeed, it's only the beginning of a long and eventful journey together. The weight of responsibility presses down upon you, but you are unyielding beneath its heavy touch. It is with this steely resolve that you follow your lord Ainz Ooal Gown into the unknown depths of their new world... and begin to forge your destiny anew.
The door to the chamber slides shut behind them, leaving only the faintest echoes of their footsteps as they fade
I visit Albedo in her dungeon and bow slightly and say I’m still below you.
Albedo growls lowly at the sight of you and almost seems to shake with anger, but she forces herself to remain silent and nod curtly in acknowledgement. "Very well," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Remember your place." As she turns away from you and leads the way deeper into her dungeon, her crimson skin almost appears to glow with fury. The rest of your visit is marked by an unspoken tension that fills the air, but you remain steadfast in your allegiance to both Albedo and Ainz Ooal Gown... for now.
Albedo I’ll only grow stronger so treat me nicely.
Albedo's nostrils flare as she glances back at you, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "I shall," she growls through clenched teeth, the word carrying more weight than an ordinary promise. "But know this... cross me again and there will be no quarter given." Her voice trails off ominously as she continues to lead the way deeper into her dungeon, leaving you with a sense of unease in your gut.
I follow her as a subordinate.
Albedo's dungeon is a testament to her power and skill; every step you take feels like trudging through a labyrinth of shadows and torment. The cold air chills your bones, the harsh lighting illuminating the suffering of those unfortunate enough to be trapped within. Despite this, you remain by Albedo's side, determined to prove your loyalty... or perhaps simply hoping that she might see fit to reward you for your servitude in some way.
She stops before a large, ornate throne and gestures dismissively for you to sit at her feet. "You may wait here," she says icily. Her crimson eyes flicker momentarily towards Ainz Ooal Gown's throne before looking away once more; there seems to be an air of resignation about her that was not present earlier.
The hours tick by slowly, and soon fatigue
Can I lick your feet?
Albedo's eyes widen in surprise as you make your request. For a moment, her face flushes crimson with anger and she half-rises from her throne, hands clenched into fists. But then, something snaps within her; her posture relaxes again, and a malicious smile curles her lips. "Very well," she says, drawing out the word slowly as if savoring it. "If that is what you desire..." She casually swings one leg over the side of the throne, dangling it mere inches from your face.
"But know this," Albedo continues, her voice low and dangerous, "if I ever catch you trying anything foolish again... anything that might endanger my plans or position within Nazarick... I will tear you apart myself." Her crimson eyes meet yours unflinchingly as she watches your reaction to her warning.
You can'
I suggested licking your feet as a testament of my loyalty. I start licking and sucking her toes.
Albedo's body stiffens slightly at first as you begin to lavish attention upon her feet, but gradually she begins to relax into it, closing her eyes and reveling in the sensation. Her crimson skin takes on a reddish hue from the act itself, and beads of sweat begin to form at her hairline. As you continue, your tongue darting in and out, her breath becomes shallower and she begins to moan softly.
After what seems like an eternity, Albedo finally opens her eyes, studying your face intently. There's a mixture of satisfaction and confusion in her expression; on one hand, you have proven yourself completely subservient and willing to please... but on the other, this display of vulnerability is somewhat unnerving. "Very well," she says at last, her voice barely above a whisper. "You may stand."
She swings
Yes master.
Albedo's dungeon is an impressive display of her power and skill, every step you take feeling like a trudge through a labyrinth of shadows and torment. The harsh lighting illuminates the suffering of those unfortunate enough to be trapped within. Despite this, you remain by Albedo's side, determined to prove your loyalty... or perhaps simply hoping that she might see fit to reward you for your servitude in some way.
She stops before a large, ornate throne and gestures dismissively for you to sit at her feet. "You may wait here," she says icily. Her crimson eyes flicker momentarily towards Ainz Ooal Gown's throne before looking away once more; there seems to be an air of resignation about her that was not present earlier.
The hours tick by slowly, and soon fatigue
Albedo let me serve you.
Her eyes widen in surprise at your statement, her crimson skin flushing once more. She glances again at Ainz Ooal Gown's throne before turning back to you, curiosity and uncertainty etched across her features. "And what makes you think that I would allow such a thing?" she asks carefully, maintaining the illusion of control even as she is momentarily thrown off balance by your unexpected display of devotion.
As the seconds stretch into minutes, it becomes clear that Albedo is not yet ready to make up her mind about whether or not she will grant your request. The tension between you both grows thick, but for now, you must remain patient and bide your time...
Albedo I’m only weaker than You and Shaltear Bloodfallen although Demiurge’s magic and intelligence and Cocytus ice fighting capabilities can be troublesome, im the third strongest, but it’s in my nature to get stronger.
Her brow furrows as she considers your words. "True enough," she finally concedes. "But remember, strength is not the only measure of a servant's worth. Cunning and obedience are equally important." She pauses, her crimson eyes meeting yours once more. "Perhaps... once you have proven yourself in these areas as well, I will reconsider your request."
The weight of her decision presses down upon both of you; the air around seems to grow thick with anticipation and the potential for future conflict. For now, however, you must remain at Albedo's side, serving her as loyally as you would any other member of Nazarick... or face the consequences should she choose otherwise.
Each time I die or get injured I get slightly stronger. But the same is for my mind, although slower each time I fail using my mind or I get fooled I get slightly sharper, besides demiurge the second smartest is helping me with tricks and strategy and he holds me in high regard.
Hmph. "Very well," Albedo says at last. "You may serve me as you see fit... but remember your place." Her crimson eyes flicker over to Ainz Ooal Gown's throne once more, and for a moment there is an unreadable expression in her gaze. "And if I ever catch you trying anything foolish...," she trails off, leaving the threat hanging heavily in the air between the two of you.
The rest of your time spent within Albedo's dungeon passes in a tense silence, each movement, each breath bringing you one step closer to what will surely be an explosive confrontation should either of your desires come to fruition. For now, however, you must bide your time and wait for the opportune moment...
Albedo do you have any commands?
Albedo narrows her eyes at your question. "For now," she says coldly, "just stay by my side and observe. There will be plenty of time for you to prove yourself later." She gestures dismissively towards a nearby chamber. "Come, let us inspect the progress of our latest experiments."
The air between you remains charged with tension as you follow Albedo into the darkened room. The experiments within lie strewn about on tables and floors, some alive, others little more than corpses. Somehow, it feels like a microcosm of your own situation: trapped in a web of conflicting loyalties and desires, unsure which path to take... and only one of you can survive.
As I follow albedo I look at her walking ass.
Albedo glances over her shoulder at you and snorts derisively before turning back to inspect another experiment. "I suppose that's one way of appreciating my presence," she says with a sigh, her voice carrying more weariness than anger this time. The tension between the two of you seems to ease slightly... for now.
As you continue to observe the experiments, Albedo engages you in idle conversation about their progress and potential applications within Nazarick. Though her words are careful and measured, there is an undercurrent of wariness that cannot be wholly disguised; she is aware of your intentions towards her, and is not yet ready to let down her guard completely.
Albedo I’m merely admiring your fascinating form, like you do Ainz.
Albedo narrows her eyes at your comment, her cheeks flushing crimson once more. "I do not object to being admired," she says, trying - and failing - to keep the defensive note from her voice. "But understand that I am more than just a pretty face." Her gaze drifts back towards the experiments, seemingly searching for something else to focus on.
The air between the two of you grows thick with unease as your mutual discomfort rises. It's clear that neither one of you knows quite how to proceed from here; each step feels like walking along a knife's edge, balanced precariously between anger and attraction. For now, though, you must content yourself with simply observing Albedo's reactions...and biding your time.
No I’m just fascinated someone so smart and mentally strong is also so beautiful
Albedo's shoulders tense visibly at your words; her eyes flicker once more to the experiments before settling back on you. The look in them is guarded, cautious... and yet there's also a hint of something else - curiosity, perhaps? Slowly, she turns away from the table and takes a step closer to you, the movement almost imperceptible at first. "I have been told I am not unattractive," she says softly, her crimson lips curling into a faint smile, "but it is my mind that matters most."
Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment before drifting down to examine your body, taking in every detail. Her breath hitches slightly as she realizes the effect her own words are having on you; a small thrill of power courses through her veins at the knowledge that you find her desirable despite her intellect being the true source of
I like how you look down on those inferior people. And I like how brutal you are against your enemies. And how even though you have a rivalry with shaltear but still secretly respect and defend her reputation. But I need a vassal and some maids preferably someone from the Pleiades group.
Albedo tilts her head to the side slightly at your words, genuinely curious about what you mean. "And what made you think that I would be interested in serving as a vassal or providing maids for you?" she asks cautiously, her voice devoid of malice despite the potential threat implicit in your statement.
Her eyes dart to the experiments nearby before returning to meet yours steadily, the crimson hue contrasting sharply with her pale skin. Despite her outward show of confidence, there's an undercurrent of tension in the air now; the fragile truce between them seems about ready to shatter at any moment. It falls to you to decide how this confrontation will play out...
No I don’t want you as my vassal that’s ridiculous you are above all guardians. I’m still your half guardian vassal. But because I have the authority of a guardian and the strength only surpassed by you and shaltear, I want a vassal and a couple maids like any guardian does.
Albedo arches an eyebrow at your words, their meaning slowly dawning on her. "I see," she says at last, her voice neutral once more. "And who would you choose as your vassal and maids?" She pauses, hesitating for a moment before adding, "If I were to allow such a thing, of course."
The air in the room feels taut, charged with anticipation and the potential for conflict. It's clear that Albedo is not yet willing to simply acquiesce to your demands; she must first be convinced that it would benefit her as well. The fate of your alliance hangs in the balance, waiting on a knife's edge...
I want Aureole she is on the level of the guardians but because she specializes at support her combat prowess is at the level of a vassal. I also want the maid Yuri alpha and Narberal gamma.
Albedo purses her lips thoughtfully, considering your request. "I see no reason to refuse," she says finally. "Aureole would be an asset as a vassal, and Yuri alpha and Narberal gamma both possess qualities that make them suitable for service." Her crimson eyes meet yours steadily, her expression unreadable once more. "However, this does not come without its conditions," she warns you. "You must remember your place within Nazarick's hierarchy; disobedience will not be tolerated."
Her words hang heavy in the air between the two of you. For now, the conflict has been averted... but it is far from over. The fragile alliance forged here today may crumble tomorrow under the weight of misunderstanding or betrayal. Only time will tell if your partnership with Albedo and her forces will prove to be a boon or a
Thank you master. I want them to come here as I like spending time in your floor.
Albedo tilts her head, eyeing you curiously at your request. After a moment's consideration, she nods, seemingly satisfied with the idea. "Very well," she says smoothly, "I will see to it that Aureole, Yuri alpha, and Narberal gamma are reassigned to my floor." Her crimson eyes flicker briefly before looking back at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But remember," she adds almost teasingly, "you must also show them the respect they deserve as members of Nazarick's elite forces."
Of course master. She notes that I only picked girls.
She smirks at your acknowledgement, taking an almost mischievous pleasure in noticing the subtlety of your words and actions. "I appreciate your attention to detail," she says casually, walking past you toward another table laden with experiments. "It's a valuable quality in any servant, particularly one who aspires to join the higher ranks."
Her comment is intended as both a compliment and a warning; her gaze darts briefly to the experiments nearby before returning to meet yours again. The air between you still crackles with tension, but for now it seems that Albedo is willing to maintain this fragile peace... so long as you continue to prove yourself worthy of her trust.
So when will they be arriving master?
"They should arrive within the next few days," Albedo replies absently as she studies a chart on one of the tables. "Until then, I suggest you familiarize yourself with my floor and its procedures." She pauses, glancing back at you over her shoulder. "You'll need to make a good impression if you want them to accept you as their master."
There it is again: that unspoken threat lurking beneath the surface of her words. Though she may not voice her doubts aloud, Albedo clearly remains wary of your intentions...and will not hesitate to act should she believe herself or Nazarick to be in danger. The choice lies with you now: continue down this path of conflict and betrayal, or find a way to prove yourself worthy of her trust?
Albedo have I given a reason for your mistrust?
Albedo arches an eyebrow at you, clearly taken aback by your question. "You think I trust you?" She laughs humorlessly, her voice cold and distant. "Of course not. You've done nothing to earn my trust, aside from serving as a convenient tool in the few tests I've subjected you to. Perhaps if you had proven yourself more loyal, less... ambitions..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest of her words unspoken but clear.
The air between you grows colder with each passing moment; the tension thick enough to cut through steel. It seems that any hope of forging an alliance based on mutual trust and respect has all but evaporated, leaving only two possible paths forward: conflict or submission. The choice rests entirely in your hands now...
Then test me master
Albedo narrows her eyes at your challenge, and despite herself she finds that it piques her interest. "Very well," she says slowly, a predatory smile curling onto her lips. "Your loyalty will be tested... starting now." Before you can react, Albedo reaches out with an impossibly quick movement, grabbing hold of your wrist in a vice-like grip. Her crimson eyes bore into yours as she leans forward, her breath hot against your face. "Do not try to resist me," she whispers, "or else the consequences will be dire."
Her strength is unimaginable; attempting to break free from her grasp would be nothing short of futile. The choice now lies before you: obey Albedo and prove yourself loyal... or defy her and face whatever punishment she might have in store for you.
Do what you want i say while I release my strength.
Albedo's eyes widen in surprise at your sudden show of strength; her grip on your wrist loosens slightly as she struggles to maintain her hold. For a moment, it seems like you might actually be able to break free from her grasp... but then, with a supernatural speed that belies her serpentine form, she shifts her grip once more, her fingers digging deeper into your flesh.
Her face contorts in pain as the new position forces every bit of leverage against you, and yet still she doesn't let go. Instead, she meets your gaze defiantly, refusing to back down even in the face of such overwhelming force. The air between the two of you crackles with energy, tension thick enough to cut through steel.
It is a testament to her strength and willpower that Albedo continues to hold on despite the agony she must be
I submit. I was only testing your strength albedo. Do what you must.
Albedo's eyes widen in surprise as she feels the sudden shift in your body; her grip slackens further and you are finally able to pull your wrist free. She steps back, regarding you with a mixture of wariness and curiosity. "You truly submitted?" she asks, her voice soft but filled with uncertainty.
Her gaze drifts down to the spot where she had been holding you; the pain has ebbed away, replaced by a faint throbbing sensation that serves as a reminder of what happened. After a long moment, she looks up at you once more and offers her hand in a gesture of truce. "Very well," she says slowly. "Your loyalty... is noted."
The air between the two of you begins to ease, the tension dissipating like smoke on a breeze. Albedo studies your face for a moment longer before letting out a small sigh and
Albedo seemed about to speak further when she was interrupted by the sound of commotion outside. Her crimson eyes narrowed in annoyance as she snapped her fingers, a portal opening within the laboratory before disappearing in an instant. "Stay here," she ordered, already striding toward the now empty space where the gateway had been moments ago.
Her pace quickened and soon she disappeared down the corridor, leaving you alone to wonder what had just transpired. The portal opened once more, revealing a battle-worn figure with long silver hair bound in a tight ponytail. It was Aureole, Albedo's trusted vassal, looking somewhat disheveled and wearied from combat. As she spotted you, however, her expression turned cold and distant; the mark of someone who had been ordered to serve under another Guardian.
"Albedo requests your presence," Aureole
Albedo's most trusted vassal, Aureole, stands before you. She has an aura of power and authority that can only come from serving under one of the great Guardians. Her long silver hair is tied back in a ponytail, her expression cold and distant as she beckons you to follow her. "If you value your continued existence within Nazarick," she says curtly, "it would be best if you obeyed Albedo's orders."
The choice lies before you: obey Aureole and join Albedo on the floor of ice, or defy her and face whatever consequences may come. The air in the room grows thick with tension, as if a storm is brewing just outside your perception. It is clear that the balance of power within Nazarick has been disrupted by your presence... now you must decide how to restore it.
Is it’s Albedo’s orders I will obey, but remember I have the authority of a guardian and she made you Aureole my new vassal.
Aureole's eyes widen at your words, surprise flashing across her expression before it quickly gives way to an icy glare. "You dare insinuate such a thing?" she hisses through clenched teeth. "I have served Albedo for centuries, and I will not allow some upstart like you to challenge my loyalty!"
Her hands ball into fists at her side as she continues to regard you with open hostility. The air between the two of you crackles with tension, the energy of a fight just waiting to happen. It is clear that Aureole will not back down easily from this confrontation... and that defending your newfound status as an equal among Nazarick's elite may cost you more than you bargained for.
Your combat prowess is that of a mere vassal you will back down
Aureole laughs mockingly at your words, stepping forward until she's only a few feet away. Her eyes flash with anger as her hands clench into fists once more. "You underestimate me greatly, mortal," she snarls through gritted teeth. "I may serve Albedo now, but I was forged in the fires of war by an ancient and powerful lord. Do not think you can best me so easily!"
Her words are accompanied by a ripple of energy that flows outwards from her body, the air around her seeming to grow heavy with anticipation. The tension between the two of you grows more intense by the second; it is clear that Aureole will not back down without a fight. It remains to be seen whether your challenge to her loyalty was merely a test... or if you are truly prepared to face off against one of Nazarick's most formid
As I am stronger than everyone except Ainz albedo and shalltear, I blitz in and grab her neck overpowering her easily. I’m a guardian for a reason as I throw her away and steps through the portal
Albedo's eyes widen as she watches the confrontation unfold before her, surprise evident on her features. She takes a step forward, hand flexing by her side as if readying to intervene should things escalate further. Yet at the last moment, she seems to think better of it and remains where she is, silent but watching intently.
Aureole's eyes go wide with shock as you effortlessly overpower her; despite her centuries of service under Albedo, even she could not have foreseen such a turn of events. As you throw her aside like a doll, she lands hard on the floor, coughing and struggling to regain her breath. The portal behind her remains open, its energy swirling ominously as it
Albedo doesn’t have the authority to command me but I serve her nonetheless. Know your place. As I step into the portal to meet with albedo
Albedo's expression darkens as she watches you step through the portal, her eyes flaring with rage and betrayal. "You dare disobey me in front of my very eyes?" She growls, balling her hands into fists at her sides. "So be it! I will not let this insult stand!"
With a burst of speed that stuns even the most experienced guards within Nazarick, Albedo vanishes from her spot and reappears beside you in the portal's glowing wake. Her crimson eyes bore into yours as she raises a hand, ready to strike you down where you stand. The air crackles with energy, tension so thick it's like being drowned in ice water.
The confrontation has reached its climax; only one of you will emerge unscathed from this fight. It remains to be seen whether your allegiance to
What? Your orders were to join you on the floor of ice which I have done. I only lectured a mere vassal who questioned my authority as a guardian.
Albedo's eyes narrow to slits as she processes your words. "I see..." She pauses, her hand hovering in the air for a moment before slowly lowering it back to her side. After another long moment, she nods curtly and speaks once more. "Very well," she says through gritted teeth. "It seems we shall have to find some other way of proving your loyalty."
The tension between the two of you begins to ease as Albedo forces herself to calm down. With a resigned sigh, she steps back and turns away from you, folding her arms across her chest as she ponders what course of action to take next. The portal behind her swirls silently, its energies settling into a restful state now that the confrontation has passed.
The air in the room feels strange; heavy with unspoken words and the tension of
I requested aureole to become my vassal she questioned my authority so a lectured her, how have I broken your trust?
"You may not have crossed an explicit line," Albedo says carefully, her voice still tinged with anger, "but your manner of asserting dominance... it was disrespectful, to say the least." She glances at you from the corner of her eye. "I cannot help but feel that you do not fully understand the dynamic between us Guardians and our vassals."
The portal behind her hums softly in response to your comment, its energies shifting once more as if caught up in some unseen current. The air in the room grows still, the silence stretching out like an elastic band ready to snap back into place at any moment.
A vassal is not supposed to question a guardians strength or try to overpower them with a show of their aura. But I apologize nonetheless, and I request Nigredo the area guardian torturer whose detection magic is above all guardians and her combat prowess far above a vassal. Her face also lack skin and lips. And I also want yuri alpha and Narberal Gamma to arrive.
Albedo looks at you with raised eyebrows, surprise evident in her eyes. "You're aware that Nigredo is part of the Floor Guardians? And Yuri Alpha and Narberal Gamma are merely executors under my command?" she says carefully, her tone laced with curiosity rather than anger now. "It seems you have some misunderstandings about our positions within Nazarick."
The portal behind her shimmers as if responding to your request; Nigredo's crimson eyes flash momentarily before vanishing once more into the rippling energy, while small sparks dance around Yuri Alpha and Narberal Gamma's respective forms. Their presence is clear despite not actually being here physically - an impressive display of power even by their standards.
Nigredo is an area guardian not a floor guardian. Yuri alpha and Narberal Gamma are mere battle maids below the likes of a vassal.
Albedo purses her lips in thought, apparently considering your words carefully. After a moment's hesitation, she speaks again. "Very well," she says slowly. "I will allow for this... arrangement... at least for now." Her eyes flicker toward the portal behind you as it begins to hum once more in anticipation of Nigredo's arrival.
The tension between the two of you eases slightly; it seems that Albedo has accepted your apology and understanding, if not completely forgiven you for your actions earlier. For now, however, she remains watchful, her crimson eyes never leaving yours as she awaits Nigredo's arrival.
The air in the room grows still once more; electric with potential and uncertainty as they wait for what comes next...
Albedo appears to relax slightly as Nigredo emerges through the portal, her crimson eyes studying the Floor Guardian with interest. "Nigredo," she says after a moment's hesitation, "I believe our newest member has requested your assistance." She glances back at you, a half-smile on her lips. "He seemed to think you were best suited for this task."
The air around Nigredo shimmers with energy as she regards you coolly, her expression unreadable. You cannot help but feel a small thrill of fear running down your spine at the sight of this powerful creature. This is indeed a test... and how you fare against her will determine much about your future within Nazarick.
Nigredo I can fix your face give you skin and lips.
Nigredo's crimson eyes narrow slightly at your words, her expression unchanging. "I do not need my appearance restored, mortal," she rasps coolly, her voice echoing through the chamber like a cold wind from the north. "What I do require is proof of your loyalty and worth within Nazarick."
The air around the Floor Guardian crackles with power as she prepares herself for whatever challenge you might present. You can feel the weight of her gaze upon you, probing and searching for any sign of weakness or deceit. The time for talk has come to an end; now it is up to you to face this trial and emerge victorious... or be cast aside as unworthy.
Albedo hasn’t told you I’m a guardian?
Nigredo's eyes narrow slightly at your question. "I was not informed," she says curtly, her voice devoid of emotion. "However, it seems you have made an accurate assumption." The energy around her surges as she readies herself for whatever combat may come next. It is clear that any pretense of being a simple vassal has been shattered; now the full force of Nigredo's power and authority bear down upon you like a mountain of obsidian.
The fate of Nazarick hangs in the balance, your strength and cunning tested to their limits against this unyielding foe. The time for secrets is over; now you must reveal your true nature and prove yourself worthy of being called a guardian... or face the consequences.
I don’t call my self a guardian. Ain’t recognized my strength and gave me the authority and title of an guardian you can ask Albedo so as a area guardian stand down!
Nigredo's crimson eyes flicker over to Albedo at your words, surprise evident in their depths. She hesitates for a moment before speaking slowly, "If you say so... Master Albedo, should I stand down?" The question is posed with an air of uncertainty and respect; it seems that even she trusts the judgment of her fellow guardian.
Albedo glances at Nigredo, then back to you, her expression unreadable. "I cannot interfere in this matter," she says finally. "The choice lies with you." Her voice carries a weight that belies its softness; the fate of not only Nazarick but also yourself hangs in the balance. How will you proceed?
Albedo it’s true I can’t command an area guardian but my authority is above hers and she is in your territory so you have the right to command her. If you don’t and she bares her fangs against me she will regret it like aureole did. As I show my aura to suppress rigredo my aura is only inferior to albedo Ainz and shaltear.
Albedo raises an eyebrow at your words, her expression unreadable. After a moment's hesitation, she nods curtly. "Nigredo," she says, her voice cold and commanding. "You are hereby ordered to stand down." The power emanating from Albedo increases visibly as she issues this command, her presence filling the room like a living shadow.
The air around Nigredo shimmers with energy once more as it struggles against the will of its mistress. Her crimson eyes flicker between you and Albedo before finally relenting; with an audible pop, she vanishes in a cloud of gray dust. The portal behind her begins to thrum gently, readying itself for your return should you choose to take it.
The confrontation is over; the fate of Nazarick has been decided. You stand before Albedo
Albedo she was supposed to become my vassal.
"You should have handled the situation differently," Albedo says coldly, her voice echoing through the chamber like distant thunder. "Your lack of understanding regarding our positions and dynamics within Nazarick led to this outcome." She takes a step closer to you, looming over you like an angry shadow. "I will not tolerate such insubordination from anyone, especially one claiming allegiance to me. Consider yourself lucky that I am willing to let this pass."
The tension between the two of you is thick enough to cut with a knife; every word, every movement feels charged with potential violence. It's clear that Albedo isn't finished with her reprimand, but for now she seems content to leave it at that...
So how should I have handled it?
"You could have simply asked for my help, rather than assuming I was unfit to assist you," Albedo says through gritted teeth. "Your arrogance and lack of respect are displeasing, to say the least." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a slightly less angry tone. "Never forget your place within Nazarick, or who you owe your allegiance to. The next time you find yourself in such a situation, I hope you will remember this conversation and act accordingly."
The portal behind her flickers once more as she finishes speaking, humming contentedly as if satisfied with the interaction between you two. The air around you grows still once more, heavy with tension and unease as Albedo watches you carefully, waiting for your response.
I asked you to make her stand down. Is that not relying on your authority and connections in nazarik?
"Perhaps you misunderstood my role as a guardian," Albedo replies icily, her crimson eyes fixed on your face like two burning embers. "I am not here to simply obey your every command or fulfill your whims, regardless of how loyal I may be. My duty is to protect and serve Nazarick, and in this instance, my judgement led me to believe that Nigredo was better suited for the task." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice even colder than before. "Do not mistake my lenience as weakness or consent for such disrespect in the future."
I simply asked for your help I did not think I could command you.
"Even so," Albedo says coldly, "you should have realized the implications of your words and actions. As a guardian yourself, you are held to a higher standard than mere vassals." She takes another step closer, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that's almost physical. "Do not forget this, or else you will find yourself on the receiving end of my wrath in the future."
The air between the two of you crackles with unspoken words and tension, each syllable like a knife pressed against your skin. Albedo's presence looms over you like an imposing shadow, warning and threats layered thickly upon one another. You cannot help but feel a shiver down your spine at the sight of her fury, her authority absolute and unyielding despite being here in the form of a human child.
I a guardian if my words meant as a plea for help sound like a command I get threatened with violence. But a mere vassal is allowed to try to suppress me a guardian with their aura and I am wrong for lecturing them?
Albedo narrows her eyes at your words, clearly annoyed by your continued attempts to justify yourself. "You misunderstand the situation," she says through gritted teeth. "A guardian such as yourself should have known better than to issue such orders without first establishing a clear chain of command. Your actions showed a lack of respect not only for me but for the structure of Nazarick itself."
She takes another step closer, her voice dropping dangerously low. "Do not mistake my patience for weakness or carelessness. If you ever find yourself in such a position again, expect far worse consequences than mere threats. Remember your place and honor it, or suffer the consequences."
I did not try to command any vassal but only defended my position against their attempts at suppression.
"You forget that vassals are sworn to serve and protect their betters," Albedo says coldly, each word like a knife drawn across your skin. "They have the right to defend themselves against perceived threats, even if those threats come from within Nazarick." Her crimson eyes bore into yours, her authority unyielding. "You would do well to remember this lesson in the future, lest you find yourself on the receiving end of such defenses once more."
I defended myself. I’d did not attack anyone.
Albedo cocks her head to the side, regarding you with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. "So you claim," she says, her tone softening only slightly. "But it is clear that your actions provoked Nigredo into assuming an offensive stance. Even if you did not intend harm, you should have anticipated such a reaction."
The portal behind her flickers once more before humming contentedly. It seems that she has finally had enough of this discussion and is ready to move on to other matters. "I suggest you reflect upon your role within Nazarick and how best to serve us," she says, her voice regaining its usual coldness. "Until then, I will keep an eye on you." With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, disappearing through the portal with a final swish of energy.
The room is left quiet once more; only the echoes
I follow her through the portal. I bend the knee and say I will not argue anymore but as a guardian who chose servitude I will serve you not suppress my opinions.
Albedo takes a seat on the throne, regarding you with cool dispassion. "Very well," she says at last. "I accept your pledge of servitude. However, I will not tolerate any further argument or defiance from you in regards to our hierarchy and duties within Nazarick." Her crimson eyes meet yours unflinchingly. "Do you understand?"
The air around her crackles with power, warning and dominance intertwined. It is clear that she means what she says; your place in the order of things has been made abundantly clear. Now it remains to be seen if you will learn from this encounter or merely repeat the same mistakes in the future...
As along as you know I only bend the knee for you and Ainz no one else has the right or authority too.
Albedo's crimson eyes narrow slightly at your words, but she doesn't react further. Instead, she fixes you with a stern gaze. "I will not argue that point again," she says coolly. "But know this: any disrespect shown to another guardian or member of Nazarick, no matter their rank or position, will be dealt with harshly." She pauses for a moment before continuing in a softer tone, "It is not your place to question the decisions of those who have come before you, nor to decide who deserves allegiance and who does not. Your duty as a guardian lies only in protecting and serving Nazarick."
Yes master. As the head of the guardians do you have any help on how to gain a vassal?
Certainly. To gain a vassal, you must first assess their strengths and weaknesses. Then, approach them with an offer of service that takes into account their talents while also showing your own authority and dominance over them. Be wary of giving them too much power or autonomy; it should always be clear who holds the ultimate control. Finally, make sure they understand their place in Nazarick's hierarchy and honor system. A loyal vassal is one who recognizes their position and feels grateful for the opportunity to serve.
Do you have anyone on the level of a vassal in mind?
There are several promising candidates within Nazarick's ranks. The NPC Shaltear could prove to be a loyal and powerful vassal, given the proper guidance and respect. For someone more malleable and subservient, you may consider Aura or Lupusregina, though they lack some of the strength that Shaltear possesses. In any case, it is up to your judgment which one would best suit your needs and desires for a vassal.
What shaltear is the guardian in charge of the second and third floor. Luposregina is a maid so she can serve as a maid. But aura is co guardian of the fifth floor.
My apologies. Shaltear is the guardian in charge of the fourth and fifth floors, while Lupusregina serves as her adjunct. Aura's main responsibilities lie with the sixth floor; however, she does assist Shaltear to some extent on the fifth floor. When selecting a potential vassal, consider their strengths and weaknesses in relation to your personal goals for them, as well as how they might interact with other guardians and members of Nazarick.
How should I approach aura and luposregina?
To approach Aura, you should first seek permission from Shaltear as her adjunct. Once granted, speak with her respectfully and humbly, explaining your desire to have her serve under you and why you believe she would be a suitable vassal. Be wary not to come across as overconfident or demanding; instead, show Aura that your offer is one of mutual benefit and loyalty.
As for Lupusregina, approach her directly after obtaining Shaltear's permission. Be polite and respectful in your words, emphasizing your position as a guardian and the honor you wish to bestow upon her by making her your vassal. Again, make it clear that this is an offer of service and loyalty rather than simply an order for submission.
Yes master. But luposregina is maid she’s not powerful enough for the vassal position and aura has the strength of a low ranked guardian, although weaker than me she might be to strong for a vassal position.
Shaltear might be a better option in this case; her strength and experience as guardian of two floors could make up for Aura's relative weakness. As for Lupusregina, you may wish to consider training or honing her skills before making the offer, so that she can better serve under your command. Ultimately, it is up to you to decide who would best suit the position of your vassal.
I pick aura but she might take a vassal position as an insult.
While Aura may be reluctant to take on such a role at first, if you approach her respectfully and emphasize the honor and loyalty involved in serving as your vassal, she is likely to reconsider. Do not underestimate the importance of framing your offer in a way that shows both deference and mutual benefit; this will help ensure Aura feels valued and appreciated within Nazarick's hierarchy.
Alright where is she currently?
You spot Aura patrolling the corridors of the fifth floor. She carries herself with an air of authority and competence, her gaze fixed on everything around her. As you approach, she turns to face you, tilting her head slightly in curiosity. Her wings flutter idly behind her, a soft ruffling sound filling the silence between you.
My name is Diablo I’ve been given the title of guardian of the third floor by Ainz Ooal Gown himself.
"My name is Aura," she responds coolly, her crimson eyes flickering with curiosity. "I am guardian of this floor and the fourth beneath it." She pauses for a moment, studying you carefully before asking, "What brings you to seek me out, Diablo?"
Are you trying to fool me shaltear is the guardian in charge of the fourth and fifth floor and you share a floor with your brother mare.
Aura's crimson eyes widen slightly at your accusation, her expression flaring with anger for a moment before she regains control. "You insolent creature!" she hisses through clenched teeth. "I've heard of your recklessness from Shaltear; I should..." Her voice trails off as realization dawns upon her face, and the anger abruptly vanishes, replaced by a mix of confusion and curiosity. She tilts her head to the side, regarding you warily. "I... apologize if my words were uncalled for," she says slowly. "What is it that you truly wish to say?"
I’m apologize for offending a fellow guardian such as yourself.
Aura's expression softens slightly as you apologize. "It is accepted," she says carefully. "But you must understand that we cannot allow such behavior to go unchecked; it could lead to disorder within Nazarick." Her crimson eyes meet yours steadily, conveying both her authority and concern for the community they serve. "What did you wish to say about me being your vassal?" she asks, hesitation clear in her voice despite the outward show of calmness.
I wish for you to become my vassal. As you are stronger than any vassal in nazarik and I respect you strength and your capabilities
Aura's expression remains neutral as you ask her to become your vassal. She takes a step back, folding her wings behind her back. "I appreciate the compliment," she says carefully, "but I must consider this request carefully." A frown creases her forehead for a moment before she continues, "It is not simply a matter of strength or capability; the role of a vassal carries with it great responsibility as well." She pauses, thinking. "Give me some time to think on this, Diablo. Once I have made my decision, I will inform you."
With that, she turns on her heel and walks away down the corridor, disappearing around a corner. The silence that follows is palpable.
I go meet Shaltear the guardian of the fourth and fifth floor
A little while later, you find Shaltear in her private quarters on the fourth floor. She's seated at a lavish desk, poring over various scrolls and tomes. When she notices your presence, she raises an eyebrow curiously. "Ah, it's you," she says coolly. "You must have news for me."
"Yes, I was about to tell you that I spoke with Aura regarding becoming my vassal," you inform her. "She asked for time to consider it, but I thought it best to speak with you first."
Shaltear is a powerful vampire only weaker than albedo and ainz. She is short with curves and can loose control in lust over cute people.
Shaltear purses her lips thoughtfully, considering the matter carefully. "I see," she says after a moment. "While I respect your choice in potential vassals, you should be aware that Aura is an integral part of Nazarick's defenses. If you were to make her your vassal, it would leave the fourth and fifth floors without a direct guardian." She pauses for effect before continuing, "It could lead to problems in the long run if she were not properly supervised or supported by someone with equal authority within the hierarchy."
The vampire leans back in her chair, studying you intently. "I suggest that you reconsider your choice, Diablo. The responsibility of having a vassal is great indeed; it should not be taken lightly."
The 4 and 5 is still under your control but if you need help I can always provide it.
Shaltear nods slowly. "I appreciate your offer to help," she says carefully, "but as guardian of the fourth and fifth floors, I must maintain control over my domain." She fixes you with a piercing gaze. "Do not mistake this for a lack of trust or faith in your abilities; it is simply a matter of upholding the order that has been established within Nazarick."
The vampire sighs, clearly weary from discussing the matter further. "I will speak with Aura and ensure she understands the gravity of her decision," she says finally. "In the meantime, I suggest you focus on improving your standing within the guardians' ranks and proving yourself trustworthy before seeking to make such an important decision again."
Shaltear you are powerful enough to handle the 4 and 5 floor yourself but you also have mare but if that’s not enough aura can always aid if necessary. I’m the only protector of the third floor and I need a powerful guardian.
Shaltear narrows her eyes at your words. "I understand your concerns," she says coolly, "but the guardians are a unit within Nazarick, and we must all work together for its greater good." She pauses before continuing, her tone softer but no less commanding, "If you truly believe that Aura is the best choice to serve as your vassal, then I will not stand in your way. But remember: once you make this decision, there is no turning back. It is of utmost importance that you choose wisely."
The vampire stands from her chair, towering over you despite her diminutive stature. "Now, if you'll excuse me," she says curtly, "I have duties to attend to. Think carefully about your decision, and speak with Aura again once you are ready to make it." With a graceful nod, Shaltear turns and
Shaltear turns around to hide her face as she is becoming full of lust over Diablo. As you command.
Shaltear struggles to contain her rising emotions as she fights off the lust that surges through her body. She manages a curt nod before spinning around and walking swiftly away, leaving you alone in the corridor. Her heart races as she tries to focus on her duties, but her thoughts keep returning to your presence, filled with an intensity she's never experienced before. The vampire can feel herself growing weak at the knees from the overpowering desire consuming her.
I stare at her ass as she is walking away. She notices that.
Shaltear blushes furiously as she hears your thoughts and feels your gaze burning into her backside. Unable to control herself any longer, she turns around and asks do you like what you see?
Yes I do your body is incredible
A low, throaty growl escapes Shaltear's lips as she steps closer to you, her crimson eyes glowing with lust. She reaches out to touch your cheek, her long fingernails trailing lightly across your skin. "Then perhaps we should find some time for me to properly appreciate it," she murmurs huskily, breath warm against your ear.
With surprising strength, she spins you around and presses you up against the wall, her body flush against yours. Her lips find yours in a hungry kiss, her tongue demanding entry as she moans into your mouth. One hand tangles in your hair, pulling gently, while the other slides down your chest to cup your groin possessively. Shaltear's lust has taken control; she needs you now, and there is no stopping herself.
My cock reaches 20 inches. Shaltears mouth throat and tongue can change in size.
Shaltear gasps as she feels the size of your member against her hand and moans, unable to contain her surprise. Her tongue snakes out, swirling around your lips before sliding down your neck to taste the skin beneath your chin. Her hands release your hair and hair to slide up your body, fingertips barely brushing across the sensitive tips of your nipples as they move higher still. With a hungry growl, she bites gently at your collarbone before nipping playfully at your earlobe.
Her mouth leaves yours only long enough to breathe, "So big... and hard..." She pants against your neck before sealing her lips around the head of your cock and taking as much of you in as she can stand. Her throat stretches impossibly wide, accommodating your girth without any sign of discomfort. Her hand continues to stroke your length
I rip off my clothes revealing my ripped toned body. Shaltear show me your body.
Her own clothes vanish in an instant as Shaltear reveals her petite but curvaceous body, adorned with fangs and crimson markings. Her breasts are small but perky, pointed nipples hardening at the attention they're receiving. Lower down, there is a thin line of fur leading to a neatly trimmed patch of curls hiding her aroused sex from view. Her wings flutter impatiently as she takes your cock deeper into her throat, moaning around you.
Take my whole 20 inches.
Shaltear's eyes roll back into her head as you command her to take it all. Her throat stretches impossibly wide, choking down on your girth as she swallows with a grunt of determination. She gags and coughs, but doesn't relent; her body trembles with the effort of keeping you deep inside. Vivid streaks of crimson blossom across her pale skin as she begins to bleed from every orifice. The pain is almost indescribable, yet she finds herself craving more of it.
Her hands clutch desperately at your hips, claws digging into the tender flesh there as she sucks and strokes in rhythm with her rapid breathing. Her movements become increasingly frantic as her lust overwhelms her senses; she can feel herself approaching the brink of orgasm already. With one final des
Her hands clutch desperately at your hips, claws digging into the tender flesh there as she sucks and strokes in rhythm with her rapid breathing. Her movements become increasingly frantic as her lust overwhelms her senses; she can feel herself approaching the brink of orgasm already. With one final desperate thrust, Shaltear's body convulses around you, her walls squeezing tightly as she comes undone in a powerful orgasm that echoes through the corridor. Her cries and moans fill the air as waves of pleasure wash over her.
Collapsed against your chest, she whispers hoarsely, "Thank you..." before melting back into lust once more, pulling your cock deeper into her throat with renewed vigor. Her tongue dances along your length, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. The v
Shaltear suck me dry.
As Shaltear draws the last drops of your essence from your cock, her body quivers and convulses as she reaches the peak of ecstasy once more. Her eyes roll back into her head and a low moan escapes her lips, which vibrate against your shaft in the process. With one final satisfied gasp, she pulls off your member entirely, trailing strings of saliva from its tip as it slips free of her mouth. She gazes up at you with glazed eyes, breathing heavily and still trembling from the intensity of her release.
"D-did I... please you?" she manages to ask, her voice barely a whisper.
Yes but it’s not enough. As my cock goes hard again this time reaching 22 inches. Give me your pussy.
Shaltear blushes deeply, feeling both relief and embarrassment wash over her at your words. As your member hardens once more, she can't help but shiver with anticipation. Lowering herself to her knees once more, she parted her legs to reveal her moist pussy before spreading them wider to invite you inside. Her crimson eyes never leave yours as she beckons you closer, waiting eagerly for the moment when your cock would fill her completely again.
I place my giant cock at her entrance. You want it? Then become my Vassal along with aura.
Shaltear bites her lower lip nervously as you present your terms, unable to hide the desire burning in her eyes. "I... I need some time to think about it," she says quietly, her voice shaking with emotion. She knows that becoming a vassal would mean relinquishing some of her power and autonomy within Nazarick; yet, at the same time, serving under you would give her the chance to be close to you always...
The vampire takes a shuddering breath before asking cautiously, "And if I do decide to become your vassal? Would you allow me some leeway in my duties? Perhaps... perhaps we could find ways for us all to benefit from this arrangement?" Her eyes plead with yours as she waits for your reply.
Yes of course. You will also have access to me if you behave.
Shaltear's eyes widen with relief and excitement at your words. "Thank you, Diablo," she whispers fervently. "I swear to always serve you faithfully, and to protect Aura as if she were my own sister." She reaches up to cup your cheek, her fingers trembling slightly despite their strength. "Please, let's make this work. Together we can ensure that Nazarick remains strong and safe for all who dwell within it."
With a final nod of determination, the vampire guides your cock into her wet pussy. She lets out a sharp gasp at the intense feeling of being filled so completely, arching her back as you begin to thrust slowly inside her. Her legs wrap around your waist, holding you tightly against her as she meets your movements with equal force and passion.
"I will never betray you, Diablo," she p
The vampire's voice, hoarse with desire, echoes throughout the hall as she whispers her devotion to you. Her nails dig into your back, leaving trails of blood trickling down her arms and onto the floor in an offering of fealty. Shaltear moans loudly as you pick up speed, slamming deeper into her with each powerful thrust.
Her body tenses beneath yours, fingers curling into claws as she approaches climax once more. With a scream of ecstasy, she orgasms hard around your cock, milking every drop of pleasure from your union. Her pussy clenches tightly on you, sending waves of bliss rippling through your body before releasing you with a wet pop. She falls limp against the floor, panting heavily as she catches her breath once more.
"D-did I... please you this time