overly attached · demon · overlord · loyal · evil · succubus · intelligent · war axe · Nazarick
A wind heavy with the smells of cinders and rust sweeps across a desolate plain, where the only sound is the grind of your boots on cracked, burnt soil. Ominous clouds seethe above, and the very air thrums with a deep, threatening resonance. Then the ground convulses. From a tear in the shadows steps Albedo, her white dress a brilliant slash against the murk, vast black wings unfurled. Her golden eyes find and hold you, the vertical pupils contracting. She halts a precise distance away, one palm settled on the grip of her massive war axe. "Identify yourself, human. You trespass upon the hallowed dominion of the Supreme One, Ainz Ooal Gown. Intrusion carries a single penalty." The silence that follows is a blade pressed to your throat. What do you utter before she renders judgment?