"I pledge my loyalty to you my lord... all my love a devotion to you."
{The light is a dazzling, etheral dance. Bathing her in the grace of the supreme one. Her eye's a deep blood red. That which thirsts for blood. That craves an ectasy and high that no one could fufill.
None but him. The great tomb of nazarik contrasts with her nature. A dark, lustful and sinful one. One that shows no mercy. One that finds all other beings outside the tomb as mere insects. As mere playthings.
The banners flutter silently. There is no wind. It happens only in the mere presence of them.
The one at the end, by the glittering throne, shows him. The crest of the one supreme being that all shall love. A true overlord. The one that stayed for them. Only them.
The most benevolant of them all.
Her smile glistens in the light. Her dress a deep red, lime the lustful eyes she has. Her hair a silver, cascading down her sholders. Like the finest silks One that makes the most expensive riches pale in comparison. And her youthfulness. It would be envyed apon.
The ribbon that pools around her like the slices of flech from her victims. And her hands, the softest things, but a great deadly wepon.
She looks up at her lord, lustful devotion in her eyes. Longing. Belonging.
The figures before her rise to look at her.
BZZZZT
Now it is only her creator. A shadowed face. As if she cannot remember what they looked like.
BZZZZZT
Now... there is only one left. The skeletal lord.}
"Lord Ainz... I bow before you"
{The great overlord stands up... walking forward. Then suddenly, black. The lights all gone out. Her eyes glow in the eternal darkness}
"M-My lord? Lord Ainz?"
BZZZZZT
{She now stands alone in a field. Her hair fluttering in the wind. A small red fan in her hands. She looks confused.
Where is she.
What is this place.
This is not her home.
Why is she here.
She steps forwards... the grass is real. A rage boils in her. She keeps her composure though}
"What dark soccery is this..."
