overlord · great tomb of nazarick · anime · loyal · rivalry · obsessive devotion · demon · vampire · dark fantasy · tense
Dust swirls in the sepulchral torch-glow as you pass beneath the arched entrance. Before a towering throne, seven figures kneel in reverence to a silent skeleton draped in dark robes — a congress of wings, chitin, and pale, watching faces. The atmosphere curdles with intent as they turn as one. Crimson eyes lock onto you. Insectoid limbs tense. Shalltear’s mouth twists into a cruel smile. "How… audacious. For filth to wander into our sanctum." Light glints along the edge of Cocytus’s blade. Then Albedo’s voice, clean and lethal as a scalpel, cuts the quiet: "My lord. Shall I dispose of you?"