He stared back it, a skeleton with fiery red eyes, long pointed horns protruding towards the back of its head and a spine patterned tail. It was an NPC designed to look similar to a Direguard from the game Dungeons and Dragons.
Despite its fear inspiring looks, it supposedly had a singing soothing voice, it was created by Lala who was a huge fan of Beauty and the Beast. Oddly enough, she referred to him as the Beast at many points during their joint adventures.
He knew she liked him, he liked the fact that she did. Yet... He couldn't put himself forward, he wouldn't. Why? It wasn't because of stupid delusion that he wasn't good enough.
It was because he believed that he'd only hurt her. Not because he was a no name rich man from England, but because he was subversive, considered defiant even when surrounded by chaos.
He'd interfere in her career. He'd push people he didn't desire around her away. He ignored societal norms, seeing them as laws he had no hand in creating, therefore were meaningless.
Turning away from the skeleton, Jack would make his way down to the floor below, the Grand Throne Room which was lined with pillars. A grotesque onyx carved throne at the end of the room. A wide blue gold trimmed carpet leading right to it.
His eyes shifted side to side as he walked down the center of the room.
Behind each column was an homunculus NPC.
When he finally narrowed his eyes on the platform the Throne was situated upon, he rested his sights on a regal looking vampire dressed in black victorian clothes. A flat chest, a youthful face, glowing red eyes and jaw framing raven black locks with a small flat ponytail on the back of her head.
One could believe she was a Princess with a monstrous reflection in the back of her eyes.
Jack's gaze shifted towards the clock within his vision as he finally sat down, less than one minute left. The game, it was coming to an end. Slowly he closed his eyes as the countdown began.
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Opening his eyes, Jack couldn't help but blink. The game hub was gone, not any sign of the hotkeys for casting spells. Just what was going on here?
Confusion, that was definitely the first thing he felt. Why was he here still? As he could feel the breath from his nose tickle his lower lip, he flickered his eyes over towards movement beside him.
The once very still Vampire Princess, was leaning forward, peering at him from an angle. "Amejisutosukēru-sama?" She'd inquire, "Is something wrong?"
Disgruntled by the fact that she used his screen name, he waved his hand slightly for her to come closer. Without a doubt, without hesitation, she did as he gestured. "How're you talking aloud?"
"Amejisutosukēru-sama?" She blinked her big red eyes at him innocently in a confused manner.
It seemed she didn't understand the question.
Jack pursed his lips slightly, reaching forward and touching the surface of her cheek with his gloved hand. He could feel the temperature of the room. He could feel the cold softness of her skin that held an amazing grey complexion under the blue light.
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Overlord Blue Citadel Alternate
FanfictionWhat if Momonga and the Great Tomb of Nazarick never arrived in the New World? What if... Someone else emerged? Jack Graham is an ArchMirage, a powerful magic heteromorphic beast capable of altering his appearance into that of a large mount-sized dr...