Overlord X Reader (Nazarick's Draconic Goddess)

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗:𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚄𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍.

Before you read this chapter, please be very aware that this will be about the true Albelion Sheep farm (AKA Demiurge's happy human torture trap) Viewer discretion is pretty much advised, this is literally just because I wanted to address the real farm and to flesh out the post-New World Drakiania a lot more. :) Skipping this if you wish to will not make you loose out on anything important, just some violent (the true nature of Drakiania) and some Demiurge fluff (this is importantly me though heheh). Enjoy!
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Demiurge's POV;
I walked through the halls of the underground farm, the cells all full of humans that I had acquired from many civilisations dotted across the continent that the Holy Kingdom sat on. The hallway echoed with coughs and sobs from the humans, the musky and cramped space didn't provide much light or ventilation, so illnesses were easily caught. I made a mental note to source those who were sick later, we cannot have the whole source polluted. Experiments were already run on sick humans' flesh, they were weaker than the usual standard, they could only withstand second tier spells before they collapsed. In other words, sick humans were useless to us, a quick healing round would be made later.

In my hand was a note from Lady Drakiania, it was left on the tea table in the inner Sacrarium for me to find during the usual timing that we would be having a tea break. Ignoring the pleas and sobs of the human filth, I countinued downwards to the end of the hallway resolutely, following the echos of deranged laughter accompanied by the pained screeches of a human. Usually, I would walk through the corridor slowly and leisurely to soak in the desperate cries of the humans, but today, I had someone important to see and attend to so that self enjoyment and indulgence would have to wait. Evil Lord Envy was stood at the door of the torture chamber that I carried out many of my experiments in with the help of Neuronist. But today, it seemed that one of the two remaining Supreme One was occupying it.

Envy bowed her greetings towards me before reaching to open the door to the torture chamber for me, I hastily put up my hand to stop her before placing a finger on my lips. She paused before nodding uncertainly, I smirked back at her before peeking into the room through the small rectangular peephole in the wooden door. In the small square room were several people, in the center was rather source of the sweet screams of despair, at the back of the room stood the hulking figure of Evil Lord Greed, he seemed to be enjoying the show as expected of an Evil Lord. Towards the right side of the room was the tray that contained all the various torture devices and tools used, organised from most to least frequently used. Beside it stood Pestonya, she seemed to have shrunk into herself, her fingers dug deep into her palms and buried deep in the folds of her dress. Her jaw was tight, and her ears were flat against her head, she only moved to heal the human at the request of Lady Drakiania.

My Lady was stood in front of the human whose face was contorted in fear and pain, tears were freshly running down his face and he shook his head frantically from side to side as if that would prevent the inevitable torture. The sight I saw was such a treat, My Lady only showed this side of her whenever she was in this room, the moment she stepped out, she was back to her normal self that the rest of Nazarick loved, adored and saw on a daily basis. In other words, this was a fine delicacy that only I and a select few were able to enjoy.

Equipped with a pair of the finest waterproof silk gloves and in her usual outfit, her right hand held a Choke Pear. Consisting of a metal body, it diverged into several spoon-like segments that can be operated by the turning of a screw that sat on the top of the device, not the most sophisticated nor the most used by me but it did its purpose of gagging and internal tearing of throat muscles. Lady Drakiania's beautiful features were contorted into one of absolute blood lust, a large sickly grin spanning from cheek to cheek lit up her eyes, giving her a crazed look. She used her free hand to roughly grasp the man's face, jerking it back forwards to face her with such force that the whole chair scrapped in protest against the floor. Her hand was covering his mouth, so his pleas and sobs were all muffled behind her hand.