Overlord of Death(Ch. 4 Preview)

"Lord Momonga spent the night with this-this LAMPREY!?!" Albedo bellowed in outrage, eyes glowing an unholy yellow.

Shalltear put her hand over her mouth to give a lady-like chortle at her rival's expense. "It seems our Lord enjoys more refined company than a gorilla!" she taunted joyously, causing the succubus to throth at the mouth.

The other guardians sighed at the antics of the Overseer and True Vampire. "Please do not embelish your interactions with the Supreme One, Shalltear. My returning spies would have mentioned seeing something so...intimate happening on the surface," Demiurge requested civily.

"Yeah, and I'd be smelling something if you had," Aura noted with a slightly disgusted look.

Shalltear pouted. "Ruin my fun. Yes, while I did spend the night with our glourious master, it was simply enjoying each others company and idle conversation while he practiced regaining control of his powers," Shalltear answered with a shiver of delight. "While it might not be entirely proper to say, I am somewhat happy for this issue our Master faces from being in this world. I never would have none he had such a vice like command over even greater power than I ever imagined," she noted with a giggle that she knew was entirely too silly to be proper.

"It is. Truly Amazing. To see such might. Unleash. If only partly," Cocytus agreed with deep respect.

"I must agree as well. I wonder if any of the oter Supreme Beings could overcharge their spells like that...?" Albedo wondered thoughfully.

"If it something unique to him, it is likely related to his Dark Wisdom," Sebas remarked calmly.

"Dark Wisdom? What do you mean by that, Sebas?" Shalltear inquired with a thoughtful, perhaps jealous scowl.

"I recall Lord Touch Me expressing his disbeleif to Lord Momonga about being able to remember over twice as many spells as most magic users of his level," Sebas recounted without missing a beat. "They refered to it as Lord Momonga's Dark Wisdom."

"Hm, I have heard of this, I believe. Lord Ulbert once talked about Lord Momonga learning odd new spells after expressing his annoyance over a raid that had been complicated," Demiurge recalled idly. "Even disregarding that, it would not be beyond my imagination to believe that our Master's unmatched intellect grants him an understandingon  how to blur the lines between teirs of spells. Still, I believe you expressed there was something of great import you divined from the Supreme One's words, Shalltear?"

Shalltear nodded, turning absolutely serious. "I have learned three very important things from our Master. One, is sadly, that neither of us will be taken by Lord Momonga anytime soon, Albedo," she forwarned with disappointment.

Albedo perked up in confusion and growing alarm while the others looked admittedly curious. "W-why is that? Does he find both of us distasteful?" Albedo asked, sounding positively crushed at the mere thought.

"No, nothing like that. It is just that he needs his finer control back to preform and such an act," Shalltear explained, disappointed she couldn't rub any sexual victory in Albedo's face.

"Oh. Oh!" Albedo exclaimed in understanding as the others gave an "Ahhhh" of understanding. "That explains why he didn't take me on the throne room floor...."

"You mean me under the moonlight," Shalltear muttered before giving a fake cough to move on. "The second thing is, something that we have all longed to here," she said with a true smile and a reverant smile.

"What are you talking about, Shalltear?" Mare asked, a bit stunned by the look onthe vampire's face.

"Lord Momonga, our ever wise and compassionate Master, saw through the hearts of all of us," she said with a breath of worship, entracing the others with his tail. "He knew our fears, of losing him to our shortcomings. He had me confess it all the same. I thought I had angered him, but what he truly hated was the thought of abandoning Nazarick. He values the Great Tomb and us, his lowly servant, deeply in his heart," she explained as she paused, letting the others absorb that.

The elf twins were hugging each other with happy tears down their face. Sebas had his head bowed in reverance for the magmanity of his lord while Cocytus covered his face with one arm to hide his own shamefull tears. Albedo had fallen to her kneels, hands clasped together and hands together as if in prayer. Demiurge could only gap with a dry mouth, almost not daring to believe such a thing could be true.