Just a small prologue for what this story will contain. This just came out with the first chapter as well, so be sure to check it out if you are interested. With that said, I hope you guys enjoy.

Prologue

The noise of metallic clicking and footsteps were enough to wake him up from his deep slumber. Sore eyes opened, blinking a few times as they tried to adjust to the bright light that could be seen from far away throughout the ever-present darkness. Feeling the cold stone rubbing againts his face along with a painful headache, he raised his chest, taking a sitting position as a painful groan escaped his lips, no doubt due to consequences of sleeping in such an uncomfortable space.

The sound of heavy footsteps grew louder.

Twisting his head to the side, he cracked his neck in a swift motion, creating a loud noise that traveled across the cell, but he paid it no mind. He tried moving his arms, only to remember that they were chained together, restraining him from doing any brash movements.

He sighed in annoyance at this, but knew that there was nothing he could do about it. Not for now at least.

Taking a deep breath, he took a moment to reach out for any other sound that his ears could find, but he had no luck. As far as he could tell, there were no other prisoners besides him. Probably because they don't really bother in taking anyone alive. How long has it been since he was thrown into this cell?

He couldn't remember the exact number of days, but he was certain that it has to be quite a lot.

The footsteps continue to grow louder, only to stop when the light finally reached his cell. His eyes were then greeted by the sight of six different women, all of which were dressed in what could only be described as maid outfits.

Normal men would probably consider their appearance gorgeous. But not him. He knew what they truly were, or rather, he knew what they weren't.

Human.

They all were giving him cold looks, almost as if they were telling him with their eyes alone that to them, he was nothing more than lowly trash. A worm for them to step over without a single care. However, they still appeared to be wary of his presence, almost as if they were looking for the smallest hint of aggression on his part so they could end his life in a heartbeat. At least they knew that he couldn't be taken lightly.

But it was not like any of that mattered at the moment.

The cell's door soon opened and a woman with a pair of glasses stood in front of him. He lifted his gaze to meet hers, glaring at her with such intensity that could burn through people's skulls. But the only response he got from her was an unfazed stoic look.

"Your presence has been requested." She spoke with delicacy. Her polite tone could easily be mistaken for kindest, but that could not be any further from the true.

He opened his mouth to protest, but no sound came out of it. It probably had something to do with the enchanted collar they forced on him not long ago. Apparently they grew tired of hearing his constant shouting over and over for the last few days.

Two more maids soon joined the other and grabbed both of his arms before forcing him to stand up on his feet to be escorted outside. It wasn't until a few moments later that he was brought into a large hall that, was without a doubt, a breath-taking sight. Large columns that went all the way into the high ceiling, banners that were hanged on the sides and an incredibly large throne that stood at the other side of the room. However, his eyes were soon drawn to the person seating there.

With a body devoid of any skin or flesh and completely covered in jet-black robes, he found himself staring at the tall form of an undead.

Red eyes soon make contact with his, and he could not help but flinch when the undead gazed at him with a look of deep contemplation. He was immediately forced on his knees by the maids. His weak legs could never hope to put any resistance against their overwhelming strength, much even less when it was all of them combined.

"Kneel before the Supreme One, human. You are in the presence of our great Lord, Ainz Ooal Gown."

It was the woman with black wings that stood next to the throne who spoke. Her voice seemingly disgusted by his mere sight, but grew soft when the name of her leader escaped her lips.

Raising his hand in a swift motion, the skeleton spoke with a deep voice. "That's enough, Albedo. I would like to have a proper conversation with our guest."

"As you wish, Lord Ainz." She replied as bowed in respect. Once that was done, the one now known as Ainz turned his attention back to him

"But I'm sure it won't be much of a discussion with that Voice Restrictor on, would it?" He said before snapping his skinless fingers, causing the collar around his neck to disappear in the form of small magic particles before vanishing completely. "Now then, there is a great deal of things that I wish to discuss with you, Dragon Slayer. Or would you prefer if I call you by your name, Natsu Dragneel?"

At this point the pink-haired wizard couldn't help but wonder. Just how in the hell did he ended up in the same room as a powerful undead Overlord in the first place?

PROLOGUE END

Well, lets just hope Natsu does not do anything stupid while in front of our great lord and savior, Ainz Ooal Gown… You know what, he will probably not survive this, after all.