Emperor of Yggdrasil - Overlord Fanfiction (Volume 1)

The Prison of Laksha

(Thoughts)

"Talking"

[Class or skill] = [Time or Place] = [Magic items]

「Spell」

[Au: I do not own the pictures and the original overlord novel, just the plot and the OCs :)). If there are any corrections or words that should not be there or corrected comment please Thanks and enjoy reading.]

[Apologies for the wrong grammar in the way and comment if you see any :))) ]

(Warning: the scenes can be inappropriate and a bit brutal.)

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[Underworld — Prison of Laksha]

The underworld has a prison where all raid bosses are put, when the Yggdrasil's reality is torn(glitch in the player's perspective) for some unknown reasons, even the Shitty Devs who are the gods and creators of the game don't know what happens. That is why they are put in one prison and Ainz Ooal Gown controls it. 

The prison stood as a haunting monument of despair, its towering gray walls cloaked in shadows. Within, a labyrinthine maze of narrow corridors and cold, damp cells. Blue torches flickered along the dimly lit passages, casting an eerie glow that danced upon the worn stone walls. The ethereal light seemed to magnify the desolation, revealing the torment etched into every crack and crevice. Chains rattled softly, echoing through the melancholic air. The blue flames, both comforting and foreboding, whispered tales of forgotten hope and unending anguish within the gothic confines of the prison.

As if part of a gothic nightmare, hooded robe angels patrolled the prison, their presence striking fear into the hearts of even the bravest souls. Cloaked in tattered, black garments that billowed around them, their skeletal wings stretched wide, casting elongated shadows on the walls. Each angel held a gleaming scythe, a symbol of their role as harbingers of justice and retribution. Their faces were hidden by the depths of their hoods, only their glowing, piercing eyes were visible, filled with a cold intensity that sent chills down the spine. With silent and deliberate movements, they floated through the corridors, their presence a constant reminder of the eternal vigilance within this gothic prison.

As Ainz ventured through the empty hallways, Shub and Rubedo following closely behind, the death angels bowed in reverence as he passed by. The echoes of agonized screams and desperate pleas reverberated throughout the darkened corridors, intensifying the eerie atmosphere. The only source of illumination came from the ethereal blue lighting, casting an otherworldly glow that danced along the walls. Its supernatural radiance would have sent shivers down the spines of mortals, but to Ainz, it was a familiar sight.

Finally, they arrived before the imposing double doors adorned with intricately carved depictions of planets and stars. The craftsmanship was extraordinary, for the celestial bodies appeared so vivid and lifelike that they seemed to move and rotate in their carved orbits. Yet, behind this celestial spectacle loomed a shadow, an immense darkness that commanded attention and held an undeniable sense of power.

The doors stood as a gateway to an unknown realm, their mesmerizing effect drawing one's gaze into the celestial expanse beyond. Each planet and star seemed to pulsate with a life of its own, casting a celestial brilliance that captivated the beholder. 

The doors opened and he saw a barren land, devoid of life and just sand. Ainz then cast 「Fly」

There are no winds and the skies are black with no stars or moons in it. 

Then the ground starts to tremble as the sand rise in the air. As a being rose from the sands below.