When Death Walked the World

Chapter 44 - Beyond the Horizon

In the primordial soup, outside of creation there is no light, nor darkness, no direction, no dream, there is nothing but chaos.

Within the infinite reaches of chaos, among innumerable monsters an orb drifted.

How long it must have been there? It did not know, for time in this place was neither non-existent nor constant. It could have been 10 billion-billion-billion-billon years just as easily as it could have been a fraction of a nano-second.

Nevertheless, the orb was aware that it could not lay dormant forever, for it had a purpose, a reason behind its existence. It was a tool, a tool for its master to wield, a tool meant to protect its owner. And this specific red orb had one, and there could only ever be one worthy of bearing it.

Light sparked in the abyss, and countless flailing tentacles reached for the orb, on instinct they tried to devour the newborn. After all, it was hard to come by in the chaos, sustenance was rare, and even rarer the occasion when the lower echelons could feast.

The orb resonated with power, and the spark was followed by an enormous shock wave. It had a definite weight behind its push, and tentacles that were more massive than entire solar systems were blown away. A white cloud obscured the orb, and a new force was born within chaos.

Inside the strange mist, a super massive tear manifested with the red orb sitting calmly inside the Eye of the Storm while the body hungrily pulled-in and absorbed everything.

The void wailed as terrors were ripped apart, and consumed by the hole, ever fueling its growth.

(...)

An Undetermined amount of time later

The mist shifted, it warped and morphed until it became more rigid, and solid. It formed a skeleton, an Overlord. One without Equal.

Pale white flames roared alive within the darkness of the skeletal eye sockets, and the massive bleached, white form shivered. There were miniscule fissures along every bone, and within bright greenish light seeped out, continuously exuding an unknown might.

No cloth was on the skeleton, however soon a hand grasped at chaos, and twisted it.

A Gown was created, ripped from primordial chaos, the catalyst for all of Creation, was found to be a suitable fabric for the Supreme One.

Breathing life into it, Ainz molded chaos on instinct, as if it were a second nature to him, and soon the Gown took shape and form.

A myriad of Stars and Universe, ever in motion, reflected on his gown, the Overlord finally felt satisfied. This would do. The Overlord decided, and raised a skeletal arm, he invoked Supreme Tier Magic. {Dimensional Move}

Space-time warped and the Overlord found himself at the chokepoint, at the center of all of Creation, which—surprisingly was outside of creation itself, a realm inhabited by chaos.

Countless eyes followed, observed the Overlord, yet the King did not care for it, he was here on business, nothing would keep him.

"Yog-sothot, I have come..." Ainz said, and halted his steps, looking around at the many eyes observing. "Keep a leash on your bitch, I grow tired of her antics." He finished, and the myriad eyes, each of different size and color shivered.

"If she ever threatens my world again, I will come back, and make her repent." Ainz declared with an iron will, backed by the resolve needed to face the pinnacle of chaos, who's visage or the mere invocation of its name would sow irredeemable madness.

"Ahahahahahahahahahha-"

The eyes blinked, and chaos swirled, and the cosmos quivered, as many maws with razor sharp teeth, dripping blackish liquid opened wide in unadulterated laughter, sheer glee, and mockery, it was a great and terrible laugh, with each word and syllable that sounded like two different realities crashed and collided on one another. The multiverse and the countless transdimensional realms of gods and demons quivered in the eldritch delight as Yog-sothot tried his best to calm down, yet laughter continued to rise from his nonexistent belly.