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- Lord Momonga/Ainz Ooal Gown - Time: ??? - Unknown - Unspecified.

Whaaa... Where am I...? My body feels incredibly odd and weightless, it's like my entire physical structure is completely from made some kind of transparent material. Like I could fade away into nothing without even realising it. There's gotta be something to explain this...

Could I be trapped inside my dreaming sleeping mind...? Dreams were completely out of the question as an Elder Lich as sleeping was impossible, so I could only enjoy them after acquiring the World Item but I've only slept as human until now.

Yet, this one dream is different from the rest... The general environment around me is constantly shifting and distorting itself even more frequently to nightmarish degrees... The walls of the place I'm in, don't really seem like walls at all. A loud womanly shriek catches me straight off guard as I back up against an nearby wall... Wait, these walls aren't decorated in anything from Nazrick. They're like something from the outside world, they look really familar but I can't think probably with everything happening around me.

This is crazy... I honestly hope that I wake up soon before I lose my mind, there's work that must be done.

"Lord Ainz's health is gradually declining with each single passing moment that we waste precious time yelling with other each, and you only wish to sob pathetically to yourselves as he dies slowly and painfully?! You call yourself Floor Guardians, preposterious!" From the large collection of sinister foreboding words spoken softly by many disbodied entities around me that I cannot sense nor see, it's that specific one that catches my complete attention. That was Demiurge's voice, I couldn't mistaken that sharp snide wonderful tone anywhere.

But...

He seemed extremely angry and what's worse is exactly what he's furious about, my demise... It'd be pretty nice if it were just a joke, yet Demiurge never makes jokes unless they're aimed at individuals that he doesn't appreciate the continued exisistence of. So, for the record. I think he's pretty serious. What's continues to confuse me is that he mentioned that my health is declining...

But that's impossible, even if I were inflicted by illness or diasease of any kind... There's magic to fix that, Nazrick's magicial ability is unmatched and I can easily render any form of ailment, completely null and void by using Boing Boing Changeover to switch from my frail body to my powerful Elder Lich form, problem solved. Maybe if I continue searching abit more around this maze, then I'll be able to discover the truth of this tedious tiring mystery...

The current area around me, closely resembles some form of outdoor alleyway shrouded in darkness with designs drawing heavily from the Baharuth Empire's own buildings, the sky above me is filled with nothing more than an consuming endless black void as the notably shaky floor below me is covered with one thick veil of white mist that reaches my knees.

After summoning forth alot of my resolve and confidence, I proceed forwards into the unknown. The corner of my eye catches sight of an mysterious figure lurking in the shadows, from the looks of it...

Judging by the curves and the length of the hair. It's an woman, maybe she knows how I can escape from this place.

My quick pace allows me to catch the eerily still woman before she can vanish from my sight, but upon her noticing my presence and turning around in response... I get quite the shock. It's... Albedo?

But, she's different! Really different, she's... Like me? She's got the same gorgeous black hair that falls down to her waist, same enticing glowing yellow eyes and her... Uhm, assets, are still very much the same modest size!

But she's currently dwelling in the form of an Dark Elf, so her skintone is the same dark texture as mine, Mare and Aura's along with her ears being nicely pointed and long. I realise exactly what this is now...

Mare and Aura told me about some special Dark Elves possessing the ability to see the future and it's events through randomly appearing dreams once they've reached physical maturity... I brushed it off as something to be concerned about as I didn't plan on dreaming frequently in this form, even so I planned on reverting back to human before I fell asleep last night.

I had heard that Dark Elves had some kind of unique ability that allowed them to foresee attacks made by certain enemies and avoid them once per battle, or something like that in YSSDRASIL, so that's probably where it came from in the first place.

Moving forward from that...

Considering the enviroment's resemblance to the Bahaluth Empire's capital city and Albedo currently appearing in the form that she'll need to be so we can avoid attracting much attention while staying in the Capital for our mission, I am led to assume that this is an dreaming foretelling of my arrival in the city... I couldn't time it any better myself as I should try and remember alot of the things going on around me, I'll need all of the insight that I can get as I won't be as effective in the form that I'm in...

"...Hehehe..." A short yet notable womanly giggle is heard, my formerly oblivious eyes immediately direct themselves from the cold hard ground and straight to the elegantly dressed Floor Guardian by pure instinct.

Huh...? What's Albedo doing?

As I had been focusing on planning ahead, I hadn't noticed that Albedo had drawn herself so uncomfortably close to me, her left arm slowly wraps itself around my neck sensually as her right takes it's place firmly on my chest, peacefully laying on it. Her smile is radiant and unfocused, but her eyes still remain focused on me as expected. Staying completely still as an Nazrick Golem, my stance is shaken by what she says to me next.

"...Do you love me, Lord Ainz?" As expected, Albedo's words are ones of desire, she's seeking to confirm and probably affirm by now that I'm still very much interested in her.

"Uhm... Well, you see-" I stammer helplessly yet cannot finish as my words are cut swiftly off by her sharp response.

This is strange, Albedo absolutely never interrupts me when I speak usually.

"Well, if you can't answer that... Then..." The formerly soft gentle tone that carried Albedo's heartfelt words had died as soon as she spoke once more, it had been replaced by something alot more sinister and foreboding... Ominous, even.

The devastating words that she replied without hesitation were very much dripping wet with hostility towards me.

"Will you DIE for me instead?" My violently beating heart, now that I actually one to break, sank straight down in despair as she finished. My balance became weak and my aching chest became tight with an horrible sensation of pain from the words that I can't believe that I'm hearing from Albedo, they constricted me...

Made me feel breathless, weak, helpless then...

It stopped.

It took several long seconds for the realisation the finally sink in, then I found out...

I had been stabbed very fatally in the chest, perhaps on my heart. My shaking hand is completely smeared all over in the vibrant thick red colour of my own flowing blood as it continiously pours from my torso without stop, but what shook me more than anything else currently happening right now...

Even the embedded dagger in my torso.

Was that Albedo was the one tightly grasping the knife currently residing in my wounded body. The everpresent lingering sensation of pain rushing through my nervous system as the floor around me, paints itself in my blood red fluids, didn't stop my train of thoughts. I simply stood there, utterly catatonic and very much motionless in distress from the raw shock of the horrific betrayal that I had received from the very same person, I believed couldn't be capable of such a thing...

Was... Was it all nothing but a sick twisted lie? Did you really love me at all, Albedo?

Was this my fault, did my thoughtless tampering with her personality do this?

Could it have been my lewd unforgivable actions recently that drove her to this course of action? Perhaps Shalltear's increased presence caused this...?

Is she displeased with my leadership in Nazrick?

The topic of Mind Control via other World Items passed my mind childishly as even I knew that such folly was impossible, I had given every Floor Guardian minus Victim, a World Item of their own...

To prevent another Shalltear crisis in Nazrick.

...My pathetic frail Elven body finally falls helplessly to the solid hard ground below my feet, splattering the rest of my shaking body in the amassed pool of still flowing blood, Albedo's happily smiling visage looms over me as my thoughts begin looping and repeating themselves in futile repition.

She... Seems pretty pleased with herself.

Quietly hoping that whatever I see before me, isn't true at all... That it's all fake, delusions meant to decieve me and lead me astray.

That it can be changed... Made right.

That whomever or whatever is taking Albedo's form without permission will be brought to Nazrick's own unique brand of justice and that my foreseen demise in this twisted dream state doesn't happen for absolutely nothing... Not that I can let it happen, mind you.

That'd be quite a shame, honestly.

But, even if my death gave Nazrick, the very means to conquer every single inch and individual mile of the known world, then I would be content with my demise as long as all of my servants could lead the lives that they've always wanted for themselves.

As the last strands of dream simulated life depart from my fading bleeding body and the fabricated world of dreams begins releasing me from it's deviously tight hold, I release a immensely grateful sigh of relief.

My only concern for now is how I'll face Albedo, once I cease dreaming and open my eyes to the outside world of reality as the terrifying events that I just percieved cannot be called merely an simplistic dream... It was alot more akin to something else altogether.

A disturbing nightmare beyond anything that I could have willingly dreamt up on my own. What cruel reality allowed me to see, Albedo, whom I grown close to across these few short days...

Mercilessly pierce my very heart with her blade, without any emotion hiding in her empty dull eyes.

They were the eyes of an Assassin.

...Not Albedo's whatsoever.

Hoping that, puts my awakening mind abit more at ease. I know that when I awake up from this nightmare, as the world around me as been reduced to one perpetually dark endless void of despair possibly formed from my own current emotional state.

- Lord Momonga/Ainz Ooal Gown - Time: 09:00 - Lord Ainz's Private Quarters - Great Tomb of Nazrick.

"Ach- Aaaaah!" That is the loud set of sounds, I embarrassingly exclaim from my vocal cords as my eyes burst open, wide awake from shock, while being accompied by my rested body jolting upright erratically on the bed before it's suddenly stopped by something incredibly soft and plump residing on my chest.

"Whatever's the matter, Lord Ainz...?" As expected, it's Albedo whom is resting so very happily on my torso as she nuzzles herself even closer towards me now that I am fully conscious and awake, she's still naked and now that I figure... That includes me aswell.

Despite the horrific dream, I find myself being unable to hate nor fear Albedo. My body clearly tells me to maintain caution and that's exactly what I plan but going by what the dream told me, I'm perfectly safe until we reach Arwintar.

"...Wh...Uhm..." Mumbling as Albedo massages me with her unreasonably large busom, distracting my attention from my speech before I quickly recompose myself.

"Where's Shalltear hiding at, Albedo?" Thankfully I finish with my words as soon as Albedo's tongue sank into my left nipple, laying my head back on the pillow so I can avoid gazing at her jealous and disappointed pout.

"The Washboar- I mean, Floor Guardian Shalltear left upon arising from her rest, Lord Ainz." Albedo isn't herself without one thinly veiled insult to her biggest rival... To think that they were actually cooperating with each other last night.

Madness, am I right?

"Aah... Is that so, Albedo?" I'll admit, I'm surprised that Shalltear decided to leave so soon but I'm not upset as it means I'll able to prepare myself for the trip today without much interruption... Regardless of my dream, Albedo is coming along for the ride as I promised and degreed.

If I go back on my spoken word then all of Nazrick might accidently assume that I lie to garner favor without properly earning it.

"It is as I have said, Master-" Albedo's face is currently obscured by her jet black hair that tickles my chest...

Then she stares straight at me into very soul as her eyes practically glow with fiery passion. The already candle lit room is looking alot more bright by now.

"-We have approximately two hours from now before we must depart, that should give us about, one hour and twenty five minutes with fifteen seconds, of time to spare in total for the babymaking, baby naming and the royal announcements to the rest of Nazrick as we didn't finish properly last night, my dearest Lord Ainz~"

Ack, that's what I receive when I stick my male lewd urges into somebody as crazy as Albedo and don't get them pregnant.

"What's the rush? We can always do that... After we return, right?" The precision of Albedo's brilliant mind never ceases to amaze me, yet she and Demiurge are always wrapped up in my supposed own. However as dangerous as my response is, it could just save me from my fate.

Wa... Wait, I can slightly hear somebody else in the room aside me and the currently heavily blushing Albedo that's breathing in my scent without any shame.

That reminds me, I've really need to invest in some additional security for my clothes as several pairs of my underwear have been stolen in the recent days, I haven't bothered confronting the person responsible for the raid on my briefs as it'd be exceedingly easy. I like my crime mysteries, least somewhat surprising in the end.

Speaking of which, the mystery of the third person in the room is finally solved as they arise from above the side of the bed on the ground, currently looking extremely displeased with the naked succubus laying on my chest.

"Y... You scheming greedy bitch, how dare you kick me from Lord Ainz's own bed when I slept?! Have you no manners, whore?!" I didn't buy Albedo's lie about Shalltear departing for a second, well... Maybe I did but what I mean is that it'd be a great alternative to the current events.

A fierce pillow fight for exclusive rights to nuzzle my chest for one hour.

"Oh, settle down Shalltear~ I merely believe the floor suited you alot better than the bed, that's all." Albedo's words are dripping with self satisfaction, but what's worse is that she hasn't taken her eyes from me at all, even during the span of the previous comeback that she gave Shalltear whom is currently seething and failing with violently explosive rage.

Well, even if they work together for one night...

Things won't change in the slightest bit afterwards, but perhaps that isn't all that bad actually.

Least, I hope so...

Remember kids, never have hardcore sex between a Yandere and an Loli Vampire before bedtime else you'll have fucked up dreams. But on an serious note, before you all begin crying out that Albedo would never do that...

You're correct, she wouldn't.

But know this, not even ol' Papa Bones is certain that isn't the whole story. ;)

Apologies for the wait, plot progression in the next chapter. (Probably)

(Unless morning sex chapter eight happens)