When Death Walked the World

Chapter 35

Shalltear Bloodfallen, Guardian of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd floor was fuming as she roamed the catacombs. Her ramblings were only interrupted by the occasional outcries of vampire brides when she threw them around. She was angry, mad beyond compare.

How dare Albedo suggest that she stays here?!

How dare Demiurge agree with her?!

Her face contorted in displeasure.

Suddenly her vampire bride flew right into an old coffin. Shalltear shut it tight, before proceeding to kick it down the corridor, — hearing her brides scream in pain always brought her some closure, some peace. Always, but not today.

It was a fact that she was the strongest of the guardians, thus it was understandable that she would be the best choice for defending Nazarick in the absence of the bulk of the guardians...

Still, she couldn't help but be frustrated at the turn of events.

Sure, protecting Nazarick was a great honor and all that, but she, the Bloody Valkyrie really wanted to be the first to greet the Supreme beings. She wanted it more than anything else.

She slumped down into her chair in her room.

She still recalled the day when Nazarick was thrown into uproar, when the statues of the Supreme ones lit alight, signaling that their creators weren't truly gone. Shalltear's cold heart was moved that day... ever since then she fantasized about the day, she could meet them yet again.

But now, because of that big-mouthed gorilla she was denied of her dream!

In frustration she brought her fists down hard against the little table — shattering it in the process.

The remaining vampire brides shrank back around their mistress in fear. It was not good when their master was angry, they learned it firsthand. They knew that they existed solely to serve, to be an outlet for the true vampire, however this didn't mean that they enjoyed being thrown around like a rag doll. But it seems this was their lucky day as Shalltear's eyes suddenly narrowed... then a quiet voice escaped her delicate lips.

"Intruders."

...

Demiurge walked with purpose as he directed the elf woman into the heart of the tomb. Although he had led her up until now... there was no way he would let her defile the sacred ground of the Supreme beings. Demiurge's eyes gleamed as he gestured inside the narrow corridor, indicating that this is the way into the tomb.

...

They didn't walk for long when he felt a chill in the air. He could feel Shalltear's bloodlust. It only grew in intensity as they carried on with their journey. 'Good.' — Demiurge thought. She would free him and then he could have the elf spit out every bit of information concerning how she came to possess the staff.

...

Demiurge was internally cursing as he presented the throne room to the elf woman. His plan was perfect, and yet it failed. Where is the intellect of the Supreme ones when it is needed? He wondered as he grimly nodded to the elf woman and helped her up the stairs to the throne of kings.

'I failed you, my creator.' Demiurge said inaudibly as he looked behind his back to see the denizens of Nazarick kneeling before a lower life form.

It was unacceptable, and yet he could do nothing to stop it.

The staff of Ainz Ooal Gown contained the power of the 41 Supreme beings, nothing could stand against it. No guardian, no servant of the Supreme ones was exempt from under its compulsion.