Chapter 2: Great Tomb of Nazarick

Akros awoke again, stumbling onto his feet. His mind was groggy, so much so that it took him several moments to become alert again. When he came to his senses, he found himself in a massive volcanic area. Black rock spikes jutted out of the ground at random, and there were several active volcanoes. He found it similar to the Abyss, which made him a little more comfortable. The air was dark with ash, but Akros could see just fine. In front of him was a thin, tall man -no, the aura coming off of him was demonic- in a red suit and wore circular glasses. A metallic tail with spikes at its end lay behind him. He had black hair slicked back, and a confident smirk. 

Akros cursed his own luck. He could sense the magic power pouring off this demon, it was far more powerful than he was currently. He kneeled in front of the demonic human, bowing his head. As a weaker demon, he must submit to his summoner, otherwise he risked being killed or worse. 

"Your excellency, how may this lowly demon serve you?" Akros said smoothly, hiding his inner anxiety under a calm mask. The man laughed genuinely.

"Good, you seem to know when you're outclassed. All the other demons I've summoned to this point have been ferociously indignant, so I had to kill them all. Your obedience has put me under a good mood, so I won't hold you under demon contract. After all, there is no need to given the high magical state of this world."

"You have my deepest gratitude, your excellency," Akros inwardly sighed in relief. He was luckier than he thought after all. He didn't like having to submit but it was better than being a slave under contract.

"Please, no more of that. My name is Demiurge, Guardian to the 7th floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. You are sufficiently strong, so I will stop my summoning here and ask Lord Ainz to assign you an occupation. I expect that you respect our Lord and this holy tomb, demon. Otherwise there will be consequences."

"Understood, Lord Demiurge." Akros was stunned, so badly that he could only force out those words. He had transported to the world of Overlord, an anime he once watched! He knew a little bit about the world, but this new reality may not have been what it was in the anime. For now, he could assume nothing, and simply follow orders. He didn't know how strong this world's fighters were, much less the forces within the Great Tomb of Nazarick. The better he behaved, the better he would be treated, he thought. 

However, he didn't fail to notice Demiurge mention occupation. Perhaps Demiurge thought Akros was a vital unit? 

Demiurge placed a hand on Akros' shoulder and teleported them out of the dark chamber. After a quick flash of light, Akros found himself in a grand hall, with decorated pillars on each side that had banners with emblems he did not recognize. In the middle of the hall was a red carpet leading to a throne with the biggest back he had ever seen. Sitting upon the throne was a lich, dressed in black and purple robes adorned with metallic shoulder plates. In the lich's left hand was a golden staff, twisting and bending in an odd way. The top of the staff looked similar to a crown, with 7 different colored jewels in the mouths of snakes. 

Akros immediately recognized this lich as Momonga, a human turned supreme being after being trapped in his favorite video game. He and Akros were not so different, having both been reincarnated into a inhuman body. 

Beside Momomga was a beautiful woman with raven black hair, horns curving from her temples to her forehead, and black feathered wings. Akros recognized her as Albedo, the succubus who was madly in love with Momonga. Other figures stood nearby the throne: two dark elves, a beetle like warrior, a cute vampire girl, and an old butler.

Normally one would be confused by this odd group, but Akros knew better. These were all powerful fighters, the guardians of the tomb floors. Each of them would be able to kill him easily, he estimated. What use was a being of his power to the likes of Momonga? Akros was getting cold feet, forgetting one crucial thing about Momonga: the lich had no idea what he was doing most of the time.

When Akros knelt in front of Momonga, as he had done with Demiurge not moments ago, the lich was at a loss. He knew of Demiurge's plan to make him a famous adventurer, but he didn't know that he'd summon more demons for it. Momonga was aware of Akros' lacking magic power, but did not want to underestimate his physical capabilities. He assumed that he was a strong warrior demon that Demiurge summoned, but that lead to the next question: why bring said demon here, the throne hall?

"Demiurge," Momonga said hesitantly. "Who... is this?"

"Lord Ainz, allow me to explain," Demiurge bowed solemnly, his smirk never disappearing. Akros found it unnerving, but forced himself to remain still and emotionless. "My demonic forces are too potent for the royal capital's defenses. My plan is not to destroy the capital, but to make it a prime opportunity for you to shine as an adventurer. I needed some fodder demons that would give the royal soldiers a good fight, but not exterminate them all. I used a spell formation to summon low rank true demons from the abyss, but the demons I summoned were too violent. As an artificial demon I cannot create demon contracts, so they disobeyed me and were unusable. After many attempts, I summoned this demon here, who I believe possesses enough power to take a battalion of human soldiers by himself."

Damn right I can. Even without my Ki abilities, I can shred them like paper. I doubt they'll be able to damage me much without magic items or weapons. If I remember correctly, martial arts are more common than magic spells in this world, so I will have to be careful fighting melee with the more powerful humans such as Blue Rose. 

"Is that so? Demon, what is your name?" Momonga asked, putting a hand on his chin. He trusted Demiurge, but wanted to make sure that this demon was under control. Without a demon contract, it seemed that true demons would be hard to control. The summoned demon before him seemed tame enough, but it could be a farce. 

"Akros, my Lord," Akros maintained a cool attitude, even though he felt greatly insulted by Demiurge's language. Speaking of him as if he was am object, not even a living being. It angered him thoroughly, but he held in his frustration. If he had an outburst now he'd surely be killed.

"Akros, you will serve as a combatant against the soldiers of the human captial, Re-Estize by joining Pleiades. Now, don't kill too many human soldiers. I don't want a massacre, rather a hard fought battle. If and when you see any outstanding human fighters, such as a knight in black armor with dual swords, then let them defeat you. Try to feign your death or simply escape with some kind of diversion. After all the effort Demiurge spent summoning you, I can't have you dead."

"I am most thankful for your consideration, Lord..." 

"Ainz Ooal Gown. You may refer to me as Lord Ainz," Momonga felt a little embarrassed having not introduced himself sooner, especially when he prided himself with his name.

"Understood, Lord Ainz," Akros sighed in relief. It seemed his first duty here as a servant wouldn't be too hard. He could fake his death in battle with a ki explosion, making it appear to be a self-destruction and escaping during the explosion.

"Raise your head, Akros. Tell me, do you have any questions? I'm sure being summoned here from the Abyss and being assigned such a precarious role must be somewhat anxiety inducing, no?

The guardians of the floors all smiled to themselves. This was the benevolent, kind supreme being that they loved so dearly. 

Akros did as he was told, thinking. He had a lot of questions, but he had to limit himself to a few as to not upset the guardians. He figured Momonga wouldn't care, but the guardians might see him as "too nosy" and punish him. So Akros asked a practical question first: clarification!

"Lord Ainz, when will this attack on the capital be? And when that time comes, how will I get there? I have no means of teleportation..."

Yet! I'm gonna try Instant Transmission in this world. If I can master it, I'll become much more mobile!

"Worry not of the details. Demiurge will inform you later, as well as transporting you. He got you here, did he not?" Momonga stated, surprised internally. He expected Akros to have many more questions, rather than being so accepting. 

"Yes, my lord. Also, may I be granted a... heavy weapon?" Akros' tail flicked anxiously. He wasn't asking for a lot, considering the resources of Nazarick. However, he knew how the guardians treated outsiders. Even asking a little may be too much, so Akros was careful with his wording. 

As predicted, the succubus and the vampire both glared at him. If looks could kill, he'd be back in the Abyss. The other guardians simply seemed curious at the request.

"A heavy weapon? May I know why?" Unlike his guards, Momonga was cool-headed. He didn't mind doing such a thing, but he needed to at least know why. After all, what reason was there to grant a weapon to a being who could not wield it? Giving away weapons for free was not something Momonga did.

"You see, my lord, I lack range and the ability to pierce armor. I can use my tail only to deliver light blows or cuts, as too much force may damage it. A heavy weapon will grant me more range and a means to deal heavier blows," Akros pretended to be sad, rubbing his tail affectionately. "In the Abyss, I relied on my tail to pierce and slash enemies, so it's taken a beating."

His tail looked fine, the plate armor and the blade being unscratched. At a deeper look, one could see how his tail trembled, and Akros was having a hard time keeping it off the ground for long periods of time. In other words, it was sore in the eyes of the guardians. In reality, it was fine. Akros had prepared an act to garner some pity, mainly for Momonga. The lich was mainly human at heart, as was more vulnerable to emotional bait.

Momonga thought about it briefly, then nodded. He wasn't going to send his newly recruited soldier to die, so he wanted him to have a means of defense. He stood up and waved his hand in the air.

"Gate!" A circular portal, much alike the one that transported Akros to this world, appeared beside Momonga. The lich beckoned to Akros. "Come, Akros. I shall grant you a weapon from Nazarick's armory."

"Lord Ainz! We don't know this demon that well, how can-" Albedo protested, only to be cut off by her master.

"Albedo! He is a powerful addition to our forces. You will treat demon Akros with as much respect as you do the rest of Nazarick's forces."

"But Lord Ainz, how do we know his strength?" Shalltear backed Albedo's point, stunning the succubus. "Surely we must see that he is worthy-"

"Silence! If Demiurge states that Akros is powerful, then I believe him. He would not lie to me. Cease this nonsense!"

With that, the two female guardians bowed and apologized to Momonga. As Akros followed him through the portal, he didn't fail to see the glares on the women's faces. Gulping, he hurried to catch up to the lich.

Once his tail came out, the gate closed. Akros found himself in a dark, long hall. Weapons stored in glass viewing displays were on the walls, with their names and their wielders etched into the wall below them. After ten minutes of silent walking, they entered a much larger room, with massive piles of weapons. A football stadium sized chamber with so many different weapons that Akros eyes' bulged out of their sockets.

HOLY SHIT!! Is this all the weapons they stocked up during the game? They must've kept all their weapons that were too weak to use, maybe for their NPCs? I should be able to find something here that suits me...

As if reading his mind, Momonga turned to face Akros, spreading his arms wide. "Here is the weapon stockpile of Nazarick! I apologize for the mess, but try to find a weapon, maybe even a spare, that you like within an hour. I'll have someone come get you."

"Wait, Lord Ainz!" Akros knelt in front of the lich before he could teleport away. He wanted to suck up to gain his trust, but so not much to seem desperate. After all, Akros had a demon's pride. It hurt him to kneel to these beings, but his life came first. "Please, accept my sincerest and utmost gratitude for your kindness."

Momonga chuckled. "It's nothing. After all, I bet you can make any weapon you wield stronger by imbuing a fragment of your soul into it, right? I'd say you're a good investment."

"I am unworthy..." Akros was shocked. How did Momonga know about soul fragments? Was he able to manipulate souls or did he read the novel as a human? As he wondered, Momonga teleported away.

While the two had been walking through the weapon hall, the guardians waited for Momonga to return. Demiurge was delighted in his success, so he spoke to his fellow guardians: "So, everyone? What do you think about our newest addition to Nazarick's forces?"

"He has an interesting aura..." Mare, one the dark elves muttered. It was barely loud enough for the other guardians to hear, but it got their attention.

"What makes you say that, brother?" Aura, Mare's older sister asked with a surprised look. Mare was a mage, so the other guardians were knowledgeable of her ability to see the auras of other people. 

"Um, well, he has little to no magic power..."

"What!?" The guardians shouted in unison, except Demiurge, who simply nodded. They turned to him for an explanation.

"As a low-rank demon of the Abyss, he shouldn't be able to use magic. True demons gain magic energy by consuming souls, and unless they can promote to middle-rank, they are unable to wield any magic," His smirk, which had vanished briefly, returned to its full glory. "However, the strength and tenacity of true demons, even at low-rank, is not to be underestimated. Even a newborn low-rank true demon can kill a human soldier."

"Is that so?" Cocytus, the insectoid warrior asked curiously. "Then, do these true demons have different species? What species would Akros be?"

"Akros is a low-rank demon, so his bloodline is likely a combination of several. However, the more complex a true demon's bloodline is, the lower their potential. Given his current strength and demonic aura, I'd say Akros' bloodline must be fairly simple, two bloodlines at most. He has surpassed the strength of most low-rank demons."

"Wow... how do you know so much about these true demons, Demiurge? Did one of the supreme beings tell you?" Mare's question got the other guardians even more intrigued. They treasured any memory of the supreme beings who once ruled the tomb with Momonga. 

"Yes, my creator, Ulbert Alain Odle, spoke of it once. He was upset that he couldn't recreate the promotion process with me, because artificial demons such as I are what you call static existences. I cannot promote or consume souls, so my power is at a set level. True demons that are born in the Abyss, have incredible potential, even with mixed bloodlines. I was told that even demons who are low-rank from birth can reach the level of demon king, a god-like existence, the strongest a demon can become. Akros has that potential, especially given that he is a war demon."

"War demon? So he is a warrior. I wish to see just how impressive his strength is..." Cocytus said solemnly. As a warrior, he respected those who possessed warrior traits. A war demon being recruited by Momonga had the guardian excited.

"In time, you shall."

"Lord Ainz!" During their conversation, they had failed to notice the lich reappear on the throne. Kneeling, they apologized for their words. Momonga simply laughed in earnest. 

"Worry not, my dear guardians. Akros will prove himself. During the attack on the capital, make sure you place Akros by himself without any allies, Demiurge. I doubt he'll need them, and it'll be easier to assess his combat prowess. Shalltear, stay undercover, and observe him as he fights the human forces. If he fails to escape with Demiurge or is near death, rescue him. Understood?"

"Yes, Lord Ainz!"

Meanwhile, Akros was in wonderland. He was near dazed as he floated around the sea of weapons. Even though he limited himself to large, heavy weapons there were so many he wouldn't dare to count. After lifting and swinging dozens of different weapons, he finally came down to pair that he loved.

A black mace with a purple shaft, easily ten feet long with the head being 4 feet in diameter, covered in cone spikes. Purple mist oozed out of the head, giving it an ethereal look. It was a comfortable weight, with a special property that Akros found after putting it in his inventory and having the system analyze it.

Unnamed weapon

Shatter: Deal 200% increased damage to armor, shields, and structures

HOLY SHIT!! I'd say it's overpowered, but there's stronger stuff in here if I had to bet. Wait, it has no name?

Akros found that the mace was unnamed after the system analyzed it, confusing the demon. What moron would forget to name this masterpiece? He shook his head, reminding himself that he should know better. This mace was probably a drop from a monster of Yggdrasil, the game Nazarick came from.

He edited the mace's description to have its name to be "Nightfall". He then added another trait to it, grinning as he did.

Nightfall, Mace of Avarice

+50 ATK DMG

Shatter: Deal 200% increased damage to armor, shields, and structures

Soul Hunger: Souls nearby will be absorbed, increasing durability. Nightfall can only consume ten souls a day max, after reaching the limit souls will stop being attracted. In addition, each soul consumed will increase Shatter's damage bonus by 1%.

That ate all of the souls that I had, I don't even remember how much I had before. It matters not, as Nightfall is now a weapon of mass destruction. By giving it the ability to consume souls, I've already started to make it a divine artifact. Over time I can give it more properties to increase its destructive power, as well as making it efficient to wield. Now, that's a blunt weapon. Time for my blade. 

Akros took out from his inventory a demonic looking long sword. The blade was 4 feet long and the handle being another foot without the hilt. The gray stone hilt and black leather grip made a _|_ shape. The blade had jagged teeth lining its edges, made from a gleaming crimson metal. Akros loved it the look of it from the start, however once he picked it up he realized it was more than met the eye. The long sword was ridiculously heavy, but Akros decided that wouldn't be an issue. He was only a low rank demon; he had so much potential strength that a weapon which was too heavy to wield now would eventually become light as a feather. However, his positive thinking halted after he read its description.

Unnamed Sword

+200 ATK DMG

Devour: By consuming the bodies and souls of those it fells, this sword increases its size, mass, durability, and frequency of which it vibrates. In addition, the sword will feast upon corpses not slain by its blade as well, receiving a much smaller increase to its stats.

High Frequency Blade: By vibrating constantly at a high frequency, the blade has extreme cutting capabilities. In addition, higher frequencies gained with "Devour" will increase the sword's damage boost.

What... why wouldn't the players of Ainz Ooal Gown use this?! It's so fucking strong! Although, I suppose you'd have to invest everything into strength, and even then it'll eventually be too heavy to wield... that must be why. Fortunately, I can change that with the power of the system. If I halt its growth before it becomes unusable, this weapon is definitely already a divine artifact! System... name this sword "Hellreaver, Blade of Gluttony". I'll keep the seven deadly sins theme going. I know there are demon kings for each one, but it's not like they'll care that I named a weapon off of their namesake. Heck, I don't even know where I am in the timetable of demons. The seven deadly sin demon kings may not exist yet, and I have no way of knowing yet. 

Akros shook his head, saving his thoughts for later. He stored Hellreaver away in his inventory and reequipped Nightfall, to make it look as if he only had one weapon. The guardians and Momonga were unaware of Akros' system nor his ki powers, and he planned to keep it that way. 

If he used ki, it would arise suspicion... unless he claimed it as being an otherworldly power he gained in another world, which was technically true. He gained the the ability to manipulate ki in the Abyss. Akros facepalmed for not having such a thought sooner. 

As he flew to the entrance of the weapon storage, taking glances at some armor sets. There was very little armor compared to weapons, but still many to choose from. Akros was tempted to take a set and reorganize it to fit him. Even though he lacked the souls to do so, his greed got the better of him. 

He took a few sets, not bothering to check what bonuses or abilities they offered, and tossed them into his inventory. He would worry about them later, as right now he had to be ready to be picked up by whoever Momonga sent to fetch him. Akros' heart ached as he remembered his predicament. Servitude was always a displeasing thought to him, and he had never felt it this strongly until now.

Sighing helplessly, Akros returned to the entrance of the armory and leaned against a wall with Nightfall. He wanted to make it seem like he had been ready for a long time. However, it took only minutes for a servant of Nazarick to arrive.

A gorgeous woman with scarlet hair, yellow eyes, and two long scarlet braids down her back. There were two symmetrical bumps in her maid hat, which made Akros curious. A cat girl maid?

As the maid took in Akros' features, her eyes widened. She heard that from Momonga that the newest recruit to battle maid force, but had no idea who or what the recruit was, besides his name. So when she was met with a muscular demon with an armored tail that was flicking to and fro, she was both bewildered and excited.

"So cool! You're our newest member... Akros?"

"I... beg your pardon?" Stunned, Akros recalled Momonga's words. Were the Pleiades a group of maids? He then recalled the anime version of Overlord, which had a group of six battle maids that served Nazarick. Were they the Pleiades?

"You're Akros, are you not?" The maid asked quizzically. The demon nodded, trying to keep a straight face and failing. The maid noticed his starstruck gaze. "Then you're gonna work with me in the Pleiades. What's the matter? You look-"

"I'm fine. Forgive me for my slow comprehension, miss..." Akros felt a little embarrassed, so he casually asked for the woman's name. His tail continued to flick with curiosity. This maid before him was hitting all of his weak spots: redhead, cat girl, and a large bust. He had to concentrate to keep his eyes above her chest. 

"Lupusregina Beta. You can call me Beta! Now, it seems you've picked a weapon, so follow me. Lord Demiurge is going to go over the plan with us," Beta chirped. She then closed one eye and made a sly smile, poking Akros' chest. "I appreciate your attention, but try to focus on the matter at hand when around our superiors, 'kay?"

Shit! She got me!

He blushed slightly, before bowing.

"Forgive me. I have never had the privilege of laying my unholy eyes upon such a beautiful woman. I could not help taking a glance upon your divine visage," Akros spoke his mind. As he did Beta blushed bashfully, taking a step back in surprise.

"Divine... what are you saying, idiot? Let's go already!" She huffed as she walked out from whence she came. Akros chuckled, hefting Nightfall on his shoulder. He had no strap or holster, as it was too large a weapon. So he passed with the ol' shoulder lean. Only issue was the length, he had to watch where he walked to avoid hitting the walls.

Akros discreetly watched Beta walk, catching each motion and jiggle of her rear. He felt perverted for doing so, but he hadn't felt sexual urges at all since his rebirth. Now as an adult demon, with a drop dead beauty in front of him, it was merely the nature of a man to enjoy the show. At least, that was his justification. The part of him scolding his perverted actions wasn't having it.

Several minutes later, after leaving the armory hall and passing by the armorers' office, which contained an odd person with a german accent, the two traversed a long hall full of many wooden doors, like a mansion. As they went, Akros tried to remember the layout of Nazarick. Ten floors, excluding the surface. The throne hall was the tenth. Right now they were on the ninth, because that's where the armory was, he thought.

Beta stopped at a double door, reaching out to open it for him. Time seemed to slow as his inner gentleman roared in defiance, screaming at him to stop her.

I may be a demon, and I may kill like its nothing... but I can't let this pretty girl open a door for me. 

"Allow me," Akros tried to speak smoothly, contrasting with his rough demonic voice. Rather than smooth, it was low and dark. He held the door open, making a hand gesture to say "ladies first" without words. 

Beta stood frozen for a moment, her eyes full of curiosity and confusion. This demon is quite unique, she thought. All of the demons she had encountered were either too dumb to speak, or silver-tongued like Demiurge. Akros, however, seemed earnest and benevolent. Normally the thought of a war-type demon being earnest would be laughable, but Beta genuinely took his actions as a sign of his kind demeanor. 

Little she know she was right, as Akros was not fully a demon in mind nor soul.

Akros followed Beta into the room, closing the door behind him. He was met with five women in maid uniforms identical to Beta's, minus the hat. The last person in the room was Demiurge, who sat on a couch. Beta and Akros joined the other Pleiades, standing at attention in front of the suited demon. He had one arm at his side, the other holding Nightfall vertically, the typical medieval guard pose. 

"I see you have successfully chosen a weapon, Akros. Let me as you, why that mace?" Demiurge inquired, smiling as he always did. 

"It has long reach and can deliver crushing blows to armor and shields," Akros said, looking at Nightfall with respect. "That, and I am in love with its aesthetic. Truly, Lord Ainz is most gracious for allowing me access to Nazarick's armory. I will work hard to pay him back."

Demiurge chuckled, pleased at Akros' humility. "Perfect. Now, back to the matter on hand. I will create a ring of illusionary hellfire in the royal capital of the Re-Estize kingdom tomorrow night. When I do, you six need to mask your faces. Here, take these."

Six blue masks floated up, landing softly in the hands of the maids. As Akros expected, no mask for him.

Demiurge explained, "You six will have further contact with humans in the future, so you must wear masks identical to mine. Akros doesn't need one, his face is plenty demonic. On top of that, no mask can conceal that unique tail of his. Isn't that right?"

"Indeed, Lord Demiurge," Akros nodded, silently impressed with Demiurge's thinking. No doubt about it, this was the brain behind Nazarick's schemes. Momonga simply had to pretend he knew everything, while Demiurge did all of the calculations. Lucky bastard, he thought.

"When we enter the capital, you seven will first be responsible for taking the civilians hostage, and separate families when you do. We want to lower their morale as much as possible without killing any of them. I will not summon any demons until the hostages are accounted for. After the hostages are put together in storage housing, and I summon a few hordes of demons, we will gather at the clock tower. As for you for Akros, Lord Ainz has assigned you as the main attraction. Your job is get the focus of the human heroes so that Lord Ainz can bring Narberal and Evileye over to fight us. As Lord Ainz wisely stated, you must refrain from killing too many humans, or at least avoid killing their heroes. If too many important figures die, the victory of Lord Ainz as Momon will be dull. When Lord Ainz defeats me, will we retreat together. Listen in to our battle if you can. If not, find a way to escape the capital, and we'll find you. Understood?

"Roger," Akros replied.

"Good. Until then, you may do as you like. Dismissed."

Akros and the six maids bowed to Demiurge, before heading out of the room. He made sure to hold the door open for all six women, much to their amusement. He would've waited for Demiurge as well, but he was already gone. 

As he let the door shut, Akros found that Beta stayed, waiting for him as the other women left. He looked at her oddly.

"What is it?"

"I want to get to know you a little more, so I waited for you," Beta smiled brightly. "You're more than meets the eye."

"Is that so?" Akros smiled sadly. His tail became less active, slithering on the ground behind him. He was so tired of constantly having to be on guard, having nobody to talk to. Now that he got Beta's attention, he felt relaxed for the first time in months. "I'm not that special."

"What makes you say that? Lord Demiurge and Lord Ainz have shown you so much attention, you must be special in some way," Beta reasoned. 

"Well, that may be true..." Akros sighed, glancing at Nightfall in his right hand. "...but I'm just an experiment to them. A outlier that needs to be tested. Haah, I shouldn't be speaking badly of my masters. Surely you understand what I mean, though?"

"Yes, I do. But think about it this way: if our Lord Ainz didn't care for you, why would he grant you a weapon from our armory? If Lord Demiurge saw you as disposable, why would he tell you to escape? You're thinking too negative," Beta pouted, putting her hands on her hips.

Akros' eyes widened briefly, before returning to normal. A small, albeit genuine smile etched his lips as he looked at Beta. "Thanks. Your words mean a lot to me, Beta."

The redhead's cheeks turned the color of her hair when his words sunk in. She looked away hoping to hide her embarrassment, and a happy smile. "Baka."

"Huh?" Akros easily heard what she said, but played dumb anyway with a inquisitive look. Inwardly, he was chuckling.

"N-nothing!"

"Anyways, would you be so kind to show where the, ah, bathhouse is? I smell like the Abyss," Akros scratched his nape sheepishly. He felt awkward chatting with a lady while smelling like, well, hell. The Abyss and the demons who resided inside all reeked of sulfur and molten rock. Only after obtaining a castle as a high rank demon could one avoid the smell. To demons it smelled homey. To other races it smelled infernal. What he didn't know was that Beta was okay with it, taking it as 'his' scent. Only when he mentioned the Abyss did she understand that it wasn't truly his odor, but his home's.

"Sure. This way."

She led him through the ninth floor, making sure to tell him the names and purposes of everything they passed. 

"And over there is where me and the other Pleiades room. I know you're part of us now, but Lord Ainz never mentioned giving you a room. We have plenty extra ones too," Beta tapped her chin. "I know you're a demon, but you seem really sweet. It'd be a shame to have you sleep in the 7th floor."

"Sweet?" Akros couldn't believe what he was hearing. He dropped Nightfall in his perplexion, alerting Beta to her senses.

"Well- I mean- you're sweet for a demon- I-I think. I don't really know any demons beside Lord Demiurge though," Beta pouted, fiddling with her hands. "Is being called sweet insulting to a demon?"

"Extremely. It wounds our pride, makes us think you're looking down on us," Akros sighed, picking Nightfall back up. His tail returned to a calm slither as they resumed their stroll. "By nature, we demons are cruel, bloodthirsty existences. Calling a demon sweet denies it of its nature. It's like calling a human an ape. It defies their natural intelligence, thus offending them. Not that I care the slightest about humans but you get my point, right?"

"I see..." Her eyes were full of wonder as she gazed into Akros'. "Could tell me more about true demons? I didn't even know your kind existed until we came across you."

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"Well, I would, but..." He sniffed the air, taking in the distant scent of soap. "We're about there, aren't we?"

Beta frowned, nodding. "Yeah. Another left and you'll be there. But before you go, promise me you'll... you'll talk to me again."

Akros heard the desperation in her voice, and it made him feel a little, just a little bit of the empathy he once had. He steeled his resolve as he made a move. 

Cupping her cheek, he told her: "Worry not. I'm not going anywhere. After I bathe, I'm all yours, okay?"

She nodded meekly, placing a hand on his. She treasured his warmth. The touch of a man was something she hadn't felt before, and it was such a euphoric sensation to her. She hummed in delight.

"Um, Beta."

"Hmm?"

"Can you let go? I have to... you know."

"O-oh, right. Sorry."

"Where can I find you once I'm clean?"

"Uh, that's a good question. Ask around, I guess?"

Akros gave her a blank stare.

"Don't look at me like that! I have today off so I don't know what to do..." 

"Fine, fine. I'll find you. See you later," He headed toward the bathhouse, chuckling. Beta stared at his back, crossing her arms defiantly.

"Mou, that jerk. Is he going to bring his mace into the bathhouse or something?"

Once he finished bathing, Akros put his boxers back on and took Nightfall out of his inventory. He could always argue that he had nowhere else to put it, as low-rank demons had no access to dimensional magic to create separate spaces to store items. He was an exception due to his lovely system. 

He also realized that he may look like a brute, carrying a weapon around and being basically naked. With no souls he couldn't create any garments to wear, nor could he wear human clothing due to his tail. He sighed, putting Nightfall back in his inventory. If someone asked, he would take it out and make an excuse.

Plus, it'll seem weird if I suddenly have clothes that perfectly fit me. I'd have to make up a sketchy excuse, which I am good at, yet I can't understand the intellect of the guardians or Momonga. Now that I think about it, this version of the Overlord world is different than what I remember. In the canon, Demiurge didn't tell Momonga about his plan in the capital until they fought there. But here, everything's been planned with Momonga knowing. How strange. On top of that, I may change things up even more if I manage to kill a member of Blue Rose. If I kill the head warrior, the king, or the leader of Blue Rose I'll probably make things worse for Momonga as Momon. Man, this shit is complex.

Akros felt much better now that he no longer smelled like the Abyss. He was reminded of his little modification to his boxers, the "lavender scent" that was only tangible now that he was clean. He figured it'd be the closest thing he'd get to deodorant, not that he minded getting greasy. After all, the scent of blood was far stronger than that of sweat. 

He strolled around the ninth floor of Nazarick, greeting the homunculi maids as he passed them. A few times he tried asking where Beta was, and all of the maids he asked had no clue. A tad frustrated, he simply walked around until he found her. 

Or so he thought. He underestimated how large the floor was. At some point he entered an empty lounge and laid down on the couch. Even though demons could be without food or rest for long periods of time, the timer was shorter with shorter rank. Low rank demons could only last so long. Even at the peak of his rank, Akros eventually wore out. He made himself comfortable face down on the couch and passed out almost immediately.

When he woke, he felt something on top of him. It wasn't at all heavy, but it smelled familiar, making Akros freeze. Two squishy things were pressing against his back and a scarlet braid was beside his face, telling him everything he needed to know.

"Beta?" He whispered incredulously. "Beta!"

"Mmmmm," The woman stirred slightly, but didn't move. Akros grit his teeth. He didn't want to rudely wake her, but if they maintained this position he would get a stiffy.

"Beta! Wake up!"

"Eh? What...?" She opened her eyes slowly, gradually coming to her senses. Her eyes widened. "Uh- you left the door open, so I-"

"I don't care why. Just get off."

She flinched at his harsh tone, quickly removing herself from the couch. She looked down in shame as Akros stood up and cracked his back. His tail stretched out behind him as he yawned in a non-glamorous fashion, before finally giving Beta a miffed stare.

"Beta, I'm not upset. I just don't trust my own self control when there's a hot-ass woman pressing her boobs on my body, okay?" 

"Eh?!" She blushed madly, covering her chest with her arms. Her eyes shone with humiliation as she halfheartedly glared at him. "Pervert."

"Wha- You laid on me! How am I the pervert here?" Akros protested, exasperatedly gesturing with his arms. 

"I just wanted your warmth. No need to make it, you know..." Beta blushed harder as she thought deeper into what he was implying. 

"Sexual?"

"Mhm."

"...your chest felt really nice though," Akros cursed himself mentally after saying it. His body spoke before his mind could say no!

"D-did it really? You mean it?" Beta's cheeks returned to their natural color as she asked him genuinely. The emotion in her voice made his heart skip a beat.

"Yes, it really did. Now can we, ah, move on to something else now? This is embarrassing." Akros was about to lose his mind. After all, he wasn't used to this much drama as a demon. Having Beta on top of him was the single craziest wake up call he'd ever had. And now she was claiming he was warm? Too much, slow down, take it down a notch. Otherwise he'd go crazy or find himself in bed with her.

"What time is it? I don't recall when I fell asleep," He asked after he'd calmed down. She pointed to the grandfather clock behind him. "Oh."

"You may be able to read it, but right now it's the morning of the attack. So we have several hours before we need to get ready. If you're hungry, why don't you follow me to the mess hall?" Beta smiled brightly. She slept quite well, despite her awkward position, so she was happy. Akros returned the smile, albeit with less vigor.

"That sounds perfect right now."

As Akros and Beta ate beside each other, the other maids gave them odd looks. It was time for breakfast, so most of the homunculi maids and the Pleiades were eating at the same time, so they all witnessed Akros devour a mountain of breakfast sausage and pancakes. He didn't hold back even with Beta next to him. In reality she was also a food lover, but lacked the capacity. It wasn't long after he started that the other Pleiades members sat at their table.

"You, why do you have so much food?"

Akros turned to look at a beautiful blonde woman with curled hair. His eyes automatically drifted towards her exposed bust before he snapped back into focus. 

Don't look at the boobies. Don't look at the boobies. Don't look at the boobies.

"As a demon of the Abyss, I can go long periods of time without food. I eat massive quantities in bursts so I don't have to eat meals. After all, most of the food I can get my hands on isn't that tasty, so I want to get it over with. This is the best stuff I've had in months," Akros replied honestly. The blonde raised an eyebrow.

"That's a long excuse for a glutton. All you had to say was that you love food, like this one," She gave Beta a meaningful look.

"So!" The redhead retorted, indignant. "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, besides ruining your maiden image," The blonde sighed, sitting across from Akros. Now that he had eaten a bit, he could see her over the pile of sausage. "I'm Solution, by the way. We were never properly introduced, were we?"

"Afraid not. I'm Akros," He said with a mouthful of food. "Pardon my indecency."

"Don't worry. I've seen and done worse myself," Solution chuckled. Akros noticed how she ate, absorbing the food into her body after putting it into her mouth. That's when he remembered what she was: a predatory slime!

"Sure..." He didn't question it, knowing that the consumption of humans wasn't anything crazy in Nazarick. He was tempted to try it himself. 

A minute later, the other four Pleiades arrived, introducing themselves to Akros. Alpha, a ravenette who was definitely made to be a "milf maid". Naberal, the tsundere beauty. Delta, a modern-like gun girl with an eyepatch. Akros found her quite interesting, as she was the only gun wielder he's seen in this world so far. Lastly, Entoma, the insect loli. Akros remembered her from the anime quite well, and didn't want to mess with her. She would've been cute if her face was, well, an actual face. The mask only did so much.

The Pleiades were quite curious about his origins as a true demon. 

"So, how old are you, Akros?" Alpha asked in a kind voice.

"Er, that's a good question. It's hard to tell time in the Abyss..." Akros thought of a random age that would sound reasonable with his adult body. Then he recalled his growth spurt. "If I had to guess, maybe a couple years? We demons reach adulthood quick as long as we eat enough."

"Really? Did you hatch from an egg or something?" Narberal inquired, her face showing a tiny bit of interest.

"Yes. Life as a low-rank demon is "survival of the fittest". We have to grow quick otherwise bigger demons and monsters will eat us. Your life is in danger before you even hatch, as other newborn demons are likely to eat you. I was lucky to be born strong," Akros' tail quivered as he recalled the experience.

"We never experienced childhood. As creations of the supreme beings, we don't age," Delta said softly. "I don't think I'll ever reach adulthood."

"Now, now, Delta. Technically, you've already become an adult because you've stopped growing," Beta said with a smile. 

"Shut up! You were created well endowed, you can't say anything!" The one-eyed girl huffed. "I'm stuck with a flat chest..."

"Hate to say it, but even Akros has larger breasts than you do, Delta," Solution teased. Akros choked on his sausage- I mean food, as the others laughed. Delta blushed indignantly.

"Hold on now," He choked out, then swallowed painfully. "Each of you have your own charm, as I assume was the intention of the supreme beings that created you. Not all of you can have a large bust, or there'd be a lack of diversity."

"Ho? So you've been checking all of us out?" Alpha gave him a cold glare. He rolled his eyes, and went back to eating. 

"How brave, ignoring Alpha's question," Entoma praised.

"No offense, Alpha, but after years of fighting for my life against hideous things that I can't even begin to describe- you're not scary," Akros stated flatly, staring her in the eyes as he did so. Alpha smiled, suprisingly.

"Good, you've got guts. There's no room for cowards in Nazarick."

"Yeah. While you ladies are here, I do have one thing to ask," Akros set down his fork and knife; he had finished his meal. The others blinked in surprise as they failed to notice him steadily wear down the pile of food. "Can I get a bedroom? I haven't had a shred of privacy in my entire life, so I'd like some time to myself."

"Oh, right," Beta cursed mentally. She wanted to spend more time with him today, but it seemed that he wanted some peace and quiet. Perhaps her sleeping on him was too much. "There's extra rooms, right?"

"I'm afraid there isn't any separate room for you to occupy," Alpha murmured, thinking. "You'd have to room with other maids. We could get you a separate bed, at best."

"That's fine," Akros didn't think too much on it at first. "Better than rocks and ash. Wait, doesn't that mean..."

"Yes, you would sleeping in a room with a couple women. What's the matter with that?" Narberal's eyes narrowed. 

"Er, nothing. Nothing at all..." His voice trailed off. He had originally wanted a room to meditate in, as sleep wasn't terribly important. If he shared a chamber, he'd have to be very discreet... and keep to himself.

"You can be with me and Delta, our room is decently empty. We'd have no trouble fitting a bed in there," Beta blurted. Delta looked at her quizzically, then stared at Akros. Just as he started to  get uncomfortable she nodded in compliance. "Good! It's settled, then."

To Akros' surprise, the other Pleiades didn't say anything more, simply eating quietly. He waited patiently for Beta to finish before quietly asking her to show him their now shared room. She nodded happily.

"Beta, before you go..." Solution whispered something in her ear, making her blush and push the blonde away furiously. She snatched Akros' hand and stormed out of the mess hall. The battle maids watched them leave, sharing a knowing smirk. Except for Entoma, who just snickered.

Beta power walked for quite some time until she slowed down, letting Akros walk beside her. Her grip on his hand loosened, but he held on, much to her delight. They strode in comfortable silence for several minutes. 

Once inside her and Delta's bedroom, Akros sat crisscrossed on the floor, placing his hands together. Beta looked at him oddly.

"What's the pose for?"

Akros closed his eyes, focusing his ki. The ki density in this world was higher than the Abyss, as he now felt. Perhaps the martial arts abilities that the humans use actually require ki, which was why magic casters were more rare. 

"I am meditating. To better my grasp of ki."

"Ki? What's that?"

"Martials arts use energy, but it's not magic, right? Rather, it harnesses an energy called 'ki'. Perhaps there are martial art practitioners in this world that you have encountered?" His tail curled around his body. He began to adapt to the ki density, entering a peaceful state of mind.

"Maybe. I don't pay attention to those things," Beta admitted, playing with a braid.

"Hmm."

Akros' body began to hover, ascending 3 feet in the air. Beta watched curiously, sitting on her bed. As time passed with him not moving, she got bored.

"Hey, Akros?"

"..."

"Akros?"

"..."

Huffing, she marched up to him. She poked his nose once, to no effect. Twice, he opened an eye.

"What is it?"

"I'm bored. Wanna do something?"

"I am doing something."

"I mean do something with me! Are you seriously just gonna ignore me?!" She cried, getting in his face. He closed his eye again to avoid having to look at her.

"...maybe."

"Jerk! That's no way to treat a lady!" Beta pinched his cheeks angrily. "Look at me!"

"Never."

"Whyyyy?"

"Because I am trying to increase my understanding of this world's ki. It is important that I do this with every world I visit. I should've done this sooner," Akros sighed, cancelling his meditation and standing on his feet. He walked over to her bed and laid himself sideways. He motioned with a finger for her to come closer. "If you're so bored, wanna cuddle?"

"H-huh? I mean, if you want to..." Beta blushed slightly, looking away shyly. Akros smirked.

"Of course I want to cuddle with a cutie like you. But only if you want to as well. I have no wish to force myself on you."

"Don't say it like that! We aren't having..." Her voice died down to a whisper. Her face became crimson as she sat on her bed next to him. "...sex, are we?"

Akros covered his face with his hands. "That wasn't my intention, I swear! I just meant-"

"You didn't want me to do something I didn't want to? How kind of you," Beta giggled, laying next to him. He found her face inches from his when he removed his hands. She smiled genuinely, causing him to blush (keep in mind his blood is purple, so he will blush purple). 

"There's no such thing as a kind demon," is what he wanted to say. He was nice to her because he longed for companionship after a long period of solitude. He said nothing instead, hugging her waist to bring her body closer. She yelped, but didn't resist. She nuzzled into his neck and clamped onto him tightly, hungry for the delightful warmth coming from his body.

They remained there for hours, cuddling in blissful silence. Akros fell asleep after a while, leaving Beta to enjoy his heat. After making sure he was asleep, she reached a hand down low. She had seen many of the demons in Demiurge's hordes were without genitals, but those were artificial demons. Akros was a true demon, so maybe he possessed one? She was embarrassed to talk about it, but the thought crossed her mind the minute she saw his physique at their first meeting.

Her fingers felt fabric around his lower midsection, rather than skin. Grinning lustfully, she carefully pulled them down, to reveal something she had only imagined before. Having never seen a man naked before, she was stunned senseless by the soft and meaty gray tube in her hand. Her hand held two sacks, which hung off of his lower abdomen. The thick, manly scent coming from them penetrated her nostrils, sending waves of heat into her body. 

Slowly, she knead his sacks, trying to keep her body calm as she did so. Her heart was jumping out of her chest, screaming that she was overstepping her boundaries, but she didn't care. Her breasts crushed against his chest, legs entwined with his, her mouth so close to his neck... she couldn't help herself. She began to kiss and lick his collarbone, moving around to his neck, chin, whatever she could reach without moving too much. She silently screamed in joy each time she checked to see if he was waking, only to find he was in deep sleep. His bodily behavior didn't change, except for his pipe. She traced his fingers around it, lightly pulling at it. The flesh began to harden and expand in her hand, to the point where her hand couldn't wrap all the way around it. 

Eventually she held a pulsing ten inch log. She removed her hand from his sacks, and used her other hand to guide his rod between her legs, moving her dress out of the way. His package rubbed against her panties and inner thighs, exciting her to no end. As she sucked on his neck, she started to thrust with her hips back and forth, albeit slowly. Feeling his manhood rub her womanhood with every thrust made her mind hazy with pleasure. She began to moan into his neck as she kissed, sucked, licked, covering it with her saliva. 

She began so distracted that she failed to notice that he awoke. His eyes shot open, and he was met with pleasure he'd never felt before. He held back groans as he tried to assess what was happening, but gave up quickly. He rolled on top of her, parting their bodies. Only then did she realize...

"Y-you're awake?!" Beta's heart threatened to jump out of her chest. She was terrified of him being upset with her, so she shut her eyes tight and waited for her punishment.

"Well, when you're pleasing me like that, how can I not be?!" He growled. He pushed her dress aside and took pulled her panties down her legs in one swift motion. As he got them off her feet and tossed them aside, she clamped her legs tightly.

"W-w-wait, we can't- we'll get caught!" She whimpered in desperation, but her body told the truth. Akros rolled his eyes playfully, then closed the distance between their lips. She moaned into his mouth, surrendering her body to him. She let him fondle her breasts, explore her mouth, and grope her rear. Once they parted for air, she grabbed his cock.

"You ready?" He whispered into her ear, still enjoying her chest. She nodded weakly. "I'll go slow, don't worry babe."

She lined him up to her wet snatch with trembling fingers. He gently pushed in, already loving how she felt. He put in a little more, stopping once he hit her hymen. He locked eyes with her. "This may hurt."

He kissed her again, preventing her from crying out as he took her virginity. His hips halted briefly, letting her adjust. After half a minute she broke the kiss to breathe.

"I'm okay now. Give it to me, Akky!" Beta mewled, throwing her arms around his neck. She clutched handfuls of his spiky black hair as they continued to lock their lips wildly, each of them hungry for the other's lips. He began to thrust, after bottoming out with a soft push, he shook his hips savagely. She had to break the kiss again to pant, crying his name as he slammed down into her. 

Akros took her breasts out of her shirt, sucking on her nipples. He had to bend his back awkwardly to do so, but right now he couldn't care less. All he wanted was her. His mind was in shambles with pleasure; Beta's tight pussy was driving him insane. It wasn't long before he let go of her breasts, growling vigorously as he thrust his last. He roared as she screamed.

"Hnnngh...RAAAAAAAAGGH!!"

"Ah ah ah... AAAAAAHHH!!"

His seed flooded into her, months of sexual inactivity exploding. It overflowed, seeping into her dress and her sheets. They panted, looking each other in eyes.

"I love you."

"I... I love you too... you sexy redhead."

"We have... officially made a mess."

"Well... know any... cleaning magic?"

"Of course... I do... I'm a maid... moron."

"I love you... even more now."

"Shut up and kiss me."

Akros and Beta made out for what felt like hours, because it was an hour. His seed had long been absorbed by her dress and bed sheets. Fortunately, her cleaning magic was able to get it out. Or so she said between kisses. 

They weren't going to clean anything anytime soon.

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