I hope that this is something near what you wanted 🐀Rat anon! I did my best! I was a bit preoccupied with other things at the time as well, so I decided to make this a shorter one. —Benny🐰
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Just how in the new world did Demiurge end up in this situation!? He's unworthy of such an amazing honor as this! Unworthy! The poor arch-devil is only a mere speck floating about in the sea of denizens that make up the Tomb of Nazarick... and yet...
.....and yet.....
...his most treasured one has chosen to slumber on top of his legs! It's like a dream come true! They depend on him to be a stable headrest as they sleep! He's so honored!
But, truth be told, Demiurge had lost his usual composure quite some time ago. Hours, really. His normally gray skinned complexion was now stained a deep crimson red, resting upon his bespectacled face. His whole body seemed to tremble lightly as he fought the instinct to move and readjust his position. Steam was practically shooting from his ears .
"C‐could I bring myself to be so vain..."
The arch-devil mutters to himself; holding a trembling hand just above the soft looking lochs of hair that sprouted from his most cherished one's head.
Just when his fingers are about to graze the snoozing supreme being's head; they stir and shift in his lap and turn their head to face him; grabbing his wrist and trapping his hand palm side up underneath their face. Demiurge's eyes widen as he felt the softness of their cheek. He could feel his face get about 20° warmer than it already had been.
He could feel his breathing rapidly pick up in panic, it was to the point that he was huffing and puffing like a spooked animal. He was touching them without their consent! How would he ever gain the confidence to show himself in their presence once they had awoken! But now... he couldn't move his hand without risk of waking them.
"How have I found myself on the cusp of such a difficult decision..."
Demiurge whispered to himself as he wracked his brain for a fitting solution to such a bizarre situation.
On one hand he could gently lift you from his lap and allow them to properly continue resting on one of the many plush pillows that decorated their bed. But then there's a possibility that he may wake them up or go against their potential unspoken wish to stay in the position they fell asleep in; head on his lap and all.
But, on the other hand, he is still a floor guardian and he has his own responsibilities and duties that come with that title that must be attended to at some point. In addition to that, Demiurge has no business encroaching on such a sacred place as his most cherished one's bedroom in the first place. But if he doesn't stay in place he might risk disappointing them.
"Mmnh.... Demi...urge..."
The slumbering sepreme being slurred with a goofy smile on their face, drool staining his red suit pants.
It seems Nazarick's strategist....
C R I T I C A L H I T ! ! !
...was found incapacitated by unknown means.
In the end, it seems Demiurge didn't have to make such a hard decision after all due to losing consciousness. His brain simply couldn't keep up with how hard it was working to subconsciously keep him from flipping out. His steaming 'corpse' was later discovered by Mare after he hadn't shown up to a summons from Ainz.
Mare reported that Demiurge was hunched over in a squatting position in his room, mumbling something about 'dreaming of me, they were dreaming of me, so honored, I'm so honored' and he also didn't seem to react to outside stimuli of any kind for a good few days.
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I made the reader a seraphim (picture included; I imagined it as a mask or helmet.) instead of a regular angel since I believe that would be the highest evolution of an angel. Reader controls the justice system. I also used my new format for this one. I hope you like this, I did my best! —Benny🐰
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💎 Out of all 41 of the Supreme Beings of the guild Ainz Oal Gown; only two had decided to stay in the Tomb of Nazarick. Those two being the guild master, Momonga, and the other being [UserName]. The other 39 Supreme Beings had abandoned the Tomb of Nazarick and it's denizens without looking back.
💎 While Momonga, now taking the name Ainz Oal Gown, was the now disbanded guild's Leader, a certain arch-devil couldn't help but turn his gaze away from the elder lich and towards the radiant [UserName].
💎 To say he respected them was an understatement; Demiurge was infatuated. Their beauty was ethereal yet unfathomable to the eyes of a being as lowly as himself. Due to their holy origins, merely being in their presence would slowly eat away at his, shaltear's and Albedo's life.
💎 But Demiurge, despite the possibility of death, just couldn't stay away. [UserName] was glowing pillar of judgement, passion and truth; enveloping the denizens of Nazarick in their never ending cheerful disposition. While Lord Ainz was leading Nazarick with an iron fist composed of fear and brutality; [UserName] was visiting the newly conquered territory, spreading order and elation.
💎 It was only natural that the humans, the worms, would favor them in the end. Even if, going by their standards, [UserName] was no better than Lord Ainz at times. [UserName] didn't make the justice system, they were the justice system; they made sure that every single individual was abiding by their law. If anyone, undead, beastman, elf, human etc. breaks a law the punishments are quite severe.
💎 Back to Demiurge, though. He waites on them hand and foot when they let him and if he can stay near them long enough without his health deteriorating to critical condition. He'll literally drop what he's doing and run across the entire tomb if he thinks they need him.
💎 Of course, [UserName] notices Demiurge's borderline obsession with them. But do they do anything about it? No! They embrace it with enthusiasm, sometimes even giving him special treatment since he's such a loyal little arch-devil. They view his infatuation as devotion and are very pleased with it... well... At least that's what Demiurge heard from Lord Ainz. [UserName] themselves hardly even give him a passing glance.
💎 Sometimes [UserName] will bring Demiurge into the courtroom and have him cart away a law breaking human or two to his happy farm. Always seeing him off with a "punish them well, Demiurge". It always gets him euphoric when they say his name, but that might just be they're natural aura pulling that reaction from him.
💎 Overall, it's mostly just Demiurge fantasizing about them and them strait up ignoring him most of the time.
"Yes, Your Radiance. I shall see to it that they're punished thoroughly enough to meet the standards of a being of your stature."
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「A visual example of a biblically accurate Seraphim. Props to the artist who made this artwork (I can't read cursive), It's really nice.」
Seraphim; an angelical being, regarded in traditional Christian angelology as belonging to the highest order of the ninefold celestial hierarchy, associated with light, ardor, and purity.
Ardor; great enthusiasm and/or passion.
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In which a certain arch-devil has a conversation about humans with his most respected Supreme Being. Or; In which [Name] the Demon King talks about the ins and outs if humans of the old and new world with his most trusted servant, Demiurge.
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It was cold that night; the starless sky resembled more of a pitch black abyss, staring back at the eyes that gaze upon it. The skies of the new world...
The new world was a mysterious place; the uncanny resemblance it bore with Ygdrassil was startling and unsettling to most who had suddenly appeared there. Yet this world was so different from their home at the same time.
This new world was ruled by humans; it was a shock to most if not all the denizens of Nazarick. Though one sought the knowledge and wisdom of his most trusted and respected supreme one.
"Demiurge... when you think of humans, what comes to mind?"
The demon king asked him; his massive form perched atop the disguised tomb as his piercing gaze stayed glued to the night sky.
The arch-devil took his eyes from the sky to give a side glance to the elder demon. He was flattered that his idol of all people would ask for his view on any subject at all; it made him feel quite giddy, he must say.
"Humans... They are weak; most definitely. However they pose a great opportunity in the bolstering of Nazarick's numbers. So, in a way they do have some use to them."
The elder demon chuckled at his underlings response; he hadn't gotten the point if the question, had he? [Name] now flickered his gaze to his left, locking eyes with the arch-devil as he gave the bespectacled man a relaxed grin.
"That is not what I asked, young one. I want to know how you personally see humans in your eyes. What are they to you?"
Demiurge was disappointed in himself for misunderstanding the supreme being's question. He was supposed to be the most intelligent being in Nazarick, just under the Supreme Beings, yet he couldn't grasp a simple question. How impotent of him.
"Hummn... Humans are... Humans are worms."
The elder demon turns his body towards his servant, urging him to continue speaking. Demiurge glances at the Demon King once before respectfully averting his eyes once again.
"They are lesser beings, sniveling insects beneath the feet of the heteromorphic races; weak, feeble and unproductive. That, to me, is what humans are."
The gargantuan man belts out a loud hardy laugh, bringing his arm up to give the arch-devil a friendly bit painfully strong slap on the back, causing the smaller demon to lurch forward from the force, knocking his glasses to the tip of his nose. [Name]'s laugh slowly trickle down into a light chuckle as he shakes his head, his long mane of h/c hair swaying with the motion.
"Hahaha.... ah.. I knew you'd say that, Young One."
The elder demon speaks gently, seemingly almost relieved at his response. His massive form leans over a bit as he places his hand and places it atop Demiurge's head, sloppily ruffling his slicked back hair and jostling his head around.
It was moments like these that Demiurge felt he was undeserving of. He never understood how a being so powerful and all-knowing as the Demon King could be so loving and fatherly to such an insignificant being such as himself. Amazed couldn't even come close to how the arch-devil felt in the supreme being's presence.
Demiurge never knew an undead demonic being could have such a godly presence before now.
And gods... it was so beautiful.
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