"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 in the Great Tomb of Nazarick. This place is not where humans like you belong! Bow down before your master, Ainz Ooal Gown!"

So this is what you call obedience, pitiful human? Kneel lower! Bow your head even more before his greatness and might!

You insolent piece of trash! Albedo will give you exactly what you deserve. Albedo flies forward and aims a kick at your stomach

"Damn you!" she exclaims. Before you can react, she moves faster than you could have possibly expected and tears off one of her wings, revealing a mass of sharp bones underneath. "You'll pay for that insult with your own blood!" With a savage growl, Albedo swings the makeshift weapon at your head.

"Keep your filthy hands to yourself!" Albedo yells as she continues to swing her improvised weapon about wildly. Demiurge's eyes widen in alarm as he slowly backs away. "My lord... I fear this human is not capable of understanding the severity of his actions."

"Silence, Demiurge!" Ainz Ooal Gown thunders from his throne. The dark red orb hovering beneath his ribcage begins to pulse violently. "This intruder shall be dealt with according to my will and no other's! Now stand aside, for I shall decide his fate myself."

Ainz Ooal Gown floats silently above the ground as he studies you. "I see... So you are not here by your own free will," he muses. "Very well, I shall spare your life this time. However, you will be my servant for as long as you live within these halls." He turns to address Albedo and Demiurge. "Take him away and see to it that he is properly attired for his new role in the household. I would like him assigned to one of your floors, Albedo."

Albedo's wings slam into her back in anger as she growls in response. "As you wish, my lord," she says bitterly. Without another word, she turns and storms off, disappearing down a dark hallway. Demiurge sighs heavily before floating gracefully up to Ainz Ooal Gown's throne.

"Hmm... Perhaps he can assist you in that area," the skeletal ruler muses. "Or perhaps he could be used to test my new inventions on. I will have to think about it further." He pauses, considering. "For now, however, you should make yourself presentable. The armor and weapons found here are yours to use at your leisure, save for the black sword hanging from the throne here. That is a sacred artifact and cannot be touched by one such as you."

As Demiurge begins to fit Garretthawk with appropriate clothing and equipment, Ainz Ooal Gown continues to observe him carefully, taking mental notes of his strengths and weaknesses for potential future use.

Leaving the tomb would be impossible. Only the Four Horsemen can open and close its doors. Even if you somehow managed to escape them, there are hundreds of monsters patrolling the area outside. Your best bet for survival is to serve Ainz Ooal Gown faithfully and hope that he sees fit to release or spare you in the future.

"Hmm... Indeed," Demiurge hums as he floats off down another hallway. "I suppose it would be best to show you your new home. Albedo does not take well to her belongings being handled by anyone else, particularly one such as yourself." He pauses briefly at a grand wooden door before knocking once and sliding it open with an elegant wave of his hand.

"Come forth, my loyal servant!" he calls out. A hideous red eyed lizard the size of a small horse emerges from the room at his command, glaring at you hatefully as it snaps its massive jaws together in what could only be considered an act of mock aggression. "This is your personal mount and guide, Shalcie," Demiurge explains casually. "She will see to it that you find your way around the floor quickly and efficiently."

The lizard stomps its scaled feet impatiently as Demiurge introduces her to Garretthawk. Its long muscular tail twitches irritably as Albedo's obsessive treatment of the creature becomes painfully apparent. "

Demiurge floats backward, giving Garretthawk and his new mount some space as Shalcie takes off down the hallway at a brisk pace. "Floor Ten is in good hands with you now," he calls back over his shoulder. "Do not disappoint our lord!" And with that, the mage disappears around a corner, no doubt returning to whatever experiment or intrigue he was involved with prior to your arrival.

Shalcie growls lowly as she races through the halls of Floor Ten. After what seems like an eternity, she skids to a halt in front of a set of double doors and regards you with a look that can only be described as impatient disdain. The insignia above the doors shows them to belong to Albedo's domain.

"Well? Are you going to get off or just keep me here all day?" she snaps, jerking her head toward the doors. You take this as your cue and quickly dismount from her back. The lizard shakes herself, sending tiny sparks flying in every direction before turning on her massive haunches and returning through the hallway at top speed.

A pair of crimson eyes bore into you as you enter Albedo's chamber. The sound of her breathing is heavy and labored, audible even over the faint glow emanating from the many arcane devices surrounding her. Shadows seem to writhe and dance across the walls at her command, adding a sinister air to the already dark and foreboding room.

"So you've finally arrived," she snarls through gritted teeth, not bothering to turn around from where she kneels before a large obsidian altar. "Our lord has seen fit to gift you to me as... as my plaything." Her voice trails off into a bitter laugh that sounds more like a harsh cough. "You're going to wish you had stayed with him..."

Albedo pauses mid-movement as you speak. Her red eyes narrow, studying your face carefully as if trying to gauge your true intentions. After a long moment of silence, she stands up slowly, her wings rustling like leaves in the wind. When she finally speaks, her voice is cold and measured. "You will be given tasks," she says simply. "You will follow my orders, and you will do them well."

With that, she turns back to her obsidian altar, seemingly engrossed once more in whatever dark ritual she had been performing before your arrival. Her pale skin glistens with a mixture of sweat and blood as she pours libations onto the ancient runes etched into the stone surface. You can't help but wonder what sort of power she hopes to summon from these forbidden arts...

Albedo pays you no mind as she continues her ritual. The only indication that she is aware of your presence at all is the occasional glare in your direction when you catch her eye. As time passes, the room grows warmer and more oppressive, the air heavy with a mix of exotic incense and a tang that reminds you of burned hair.

Finally, after what seems like hours, Albedo's movements grow more frenzied, her voice rising to a high-pitched scream as she pours forth her heart into the ancient ritual. A pillar of fire erupts from the altar, bathing her in its searing light and filling the room with the acrid stench of burning flesh. As quickly as it began, the inferno subsides back into the obsidian surface, leaving only a faint glow and tendrils of wispy smoke behind.

Albedo sinks to her knees, panting heavily, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. Slowly, she turns to face you, her eyes glazed over and distant. She

Albedo's head snaps up as if she had been slapped. "What do you mean 'work'?" Her voice is edged with a sharpness that makes your blood run cold. "Of course it worked! Do you think I would waste my time and energy on such things if I did not know they would succeed?" She glares at you for a moment longer before seeming to recall herself. "I... suppose you should come closer," she says reluctantly, her voice growing less accusatory.

You cautiously edge forward until you are standing several feet in front of Albedo. The tension between the two of you is palpable. "My master has given you to me as my servant," she explains curtly. "I am tasked with finding ways for you to prove your worth. You will begin by cleaning this room."

Her eyes rake over the now ruined chamber, taking in the soot and debris left behind by her ritual. There's no hint of pity or regret in her expression as she issues this command. In fact, there's something almost sadistic about it.

Nearby sits a small table with various cleaning supplies arranged neatly upon it. Albedo nods to indicate the location. "You may begin," she says dismissively, already turning back to her altar as if the whole matter was of little consequence. The faint light that continues to emanate from the obsidian surface reminds you that whatever power she summoned earlier is still at her command... and likely not finished with you yet.

"Very well," she finally says after what seems like an eternity. Her voice is cool and distant, as if she could not care less about the condition of her chamber. "Now that you've completed your first task, I suppose it won't do any harm to let you rest for a while." She pauses, regarding you with newfound interest. "You may sleep on the floor by my bed tonight."

Without another word, she turns back to her obsidian altar and begins pouring over ancient tomes littered about the floor. You can't help but feel a chill run down your spine as you realize that this is only the beginning of whatever trials she has in store for you...

"As you wish," she says with an air of indifference. A second later, a small red object the size and shape of a pillow floats lazily into your grasp. It feels surprisingly soft to the touch, almost as if it were stuffed with down feathers. You can't help but wonder how Albedo managed such a luxury within her spartan chambers...

Albedo barely spares you a glance as she continues to study her arcane texts by candlelight. The room slowly fades into darkness save for the faint glow emanating from the obsidian altar and the dancing shadows cast on the walls by the sputtering flames of a nearby brazier.

You awaken with a start, confused at first as to where you are. The memory of last night comes flooding back like a nightmare, but this time it feels... different. Not as terrifying, somehow. Perhaps it's because Albedo hasn't given you cause for alarm since you completed her task. With that thought in mind, you rise and prepare yourself for whatever duties she has in store for you today.

"You'll be accompanying me on a hunting trip," Albedo says casually, not bothering to look up from her studies. "I require fresh blood for some of my experiments. You may prove yourself useful by tracking and assisting with the capture of prey." She pauses for effect before adding with mock sincerity, "Of course, you're free to run away if you wish..."

Her words hang in the air like a threat as she continues to study her arcane texts. The obsidian altar glows brighter at her touch, and the symbols etched into its surface seem to shift and writhe with an energy that makes your skin crawl. You can't help but wonder what sort of twisted power she plans on unleashing upon the world...

"Very well," Albedo says curtly as she rises to her feet. "Follow me." She glances at you sidelong as she leads the way out of the chamber and down a long hallway lit by flickering torches. You get the distinct impression that she's expecting you to fail somehow...