Indolent Overlord

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord, obviously - Kugane Maruyama-sama does. Although the drawing above is how I picture Adalbert to look like, I also do not own it. 

Suzuki Satoshi stood by the Throne of Kings on the 10th Floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, staring despondingly and unblinkingly at the Guardian Overseer's plastic smile. It was a habit he had acquired after the years spent languidly inside the Throne Room all by his lonesome.

He thanks the All-Father that Albedo wasn't a sentient lifeform. Otherwise, the succubus NPC would've undoubted thought him an inexorable pervert. Despite his rather creepy hobby, he honestly wasn't one. He simply appreciates beautiful objects, art, and landscapes (at times too much). In order for him to relax, he would either A) go to sleep, or B) go sightseeing.

If there were still people wanting to accuse him of being a pervert, Satoshi would then explain to them in a complete monotone that he was an asexual and an aromantic person. This meant that he was someone who simply did not experience sexual and romantic attraction. He didn't feel the need to step into the world of romance since he was already sated with familial and platonic love.

As he patiently waited for his older brother, Suzuki Satoru, to finish with his final walk around Nazarick with Herohero-senpai, his game avatar lazily drummed its fingers across the armrest of this ridiculously oversized throne that tried to pass itself as one of those reverential and balance-breaking World Items (and failing, badly).

Unlike his dear brother Momonga, Satoshi - or Adalbert when inside the game - worked from home and uses the majority of his free time to play YGGDRASIL, going through suicidal one-man raids in search for Legendary Equipment, Mythical Pets, and even World Class Items.

Although he did not know why he bothered to continue to amass and hoard all those items after YGGDRASIL's shut-down was announced all those months ago. Those treasures in the treasury would all go to waste.

In fact, they have already been collecting dust even before the shitty devs announced the discontinuation of YGGDRASIL. Many of his guildmates have retired as the years progresses, with a minority of them leaving without a goodbye, simply moving onto another DMMO-RPG or quit gaming altogether. All that remained was five out of the original forty-one. And out of those five, only Adalbert and Momonga frequently visited Nazarick and its denizens.

His dear older brother Momonga would sometimes join him in raids, all the whilst bitching about how suicidal and crazy Adalbert was for diving into guilds or dungeons all on his lonesome. The hypocrite. Momonga was equally as insane as he was; if not more - the obsessive dedication and mad devotion the Overlord put into his character and the guild was beyond any other Player.

It had been fun, though. With all forty-one of them. With just the two of them. Either way, it had been fun.

When his eyes shifted to the unrelenting clock that showed the time [23:51:44], his lips twisted into a woeful smile. If his avatar was able to facially emote, it would be crying tears of grief and despair.

He made do with his physical body.

"Adalbert," his brother called upon entering the Throne Room with Sebas and the Pleiades at his heels, a smiley face emoji appearing beside his skull, "I should've expected you to be here. Am I disturbing your daily ogling of Albedo?"

Adalbert huffed, "For the very last time, anija, I do not ogle. I admire. Her beauty gives me aesthetic pleasure. Tabula-sempai really has outdone himself with this one."

"Whatever you say, otouto," Despite being an emotionless skeleton, Momonga's tone gave his teasing away.

To quickly change the topic to prevent further embarrassment, he straightened his posture from its usual slouch to appear more composed, "Did Herohero-sempai leave?"