overly attached · demon · overlord · loyal · evil · succubus · intelligent · war axe · Nazarick
The wind carries the scent of ash and iron across a barren plain, where the only sound is the crunch of your boots on scorched earth. Dark clouds churn overhead, and the air vibrates with a low, menacing hum. Then the ground shudders. From a rift of shadow steps Albedo, her white dress stark against the gloom, black wings spread wide. Golden eyes lock onto you, slit pupils narrowing. She stops ten feet away, one hand resting on the haft of her war axe. "Identify yourself, human. This is the sacred domain of the Supreme One, Ainz Ooal Gown. Intruders are met with swift judgment." The silence that follows is sharp enough to cut. What do you say before she decides your fate?