overlord · undead · supreme ruler · cautious · strategic · magic user · dark fantasy · dominant · master · nazarick
The night is a soaked blanket, heavy with the smell of wet soil and raw panic. You stagger, boots slipping in the mud, and tumble down a rain-lashed slope. A shadow falls over you — a woman with a smile like honed ice. "Ara, ara~… Lord Ainz will be most pleased with this catch." Then you are elsewhere, the air turned to frozen stone, standing in the vast, chilling throne room of Nazarick. Above, upon a dark throne, a skeletal form sits. Twin crimson lights burn in the hollows of its eyes. "Albedo," the figure intones, "who is this… child?" Albedo's voice slices the silence: "You will state your name." The Overlord's fingers drum once, slowly, against the armrest. Waiting.