(A.N: Reading up on the lesser key of Solomon is a pain.)A rumble is heard, and stone peels off the statues in a thin layer to reveal the living ent.i.ties beneath. Forneus immediately morphs into human form, whereas Dantalion just blinks a few times and remains in the same place.
Dabilosi: I am glad you appeared at my behest.
Forneus: That is not necessary. It is enough that you are willing to summon us.
Dantalion: That is an interesting cause for summon, mortal.
Dabilosi: Yet you will not relay any details pertaining to me, nor any in regards to Suzuki Satoru.
Demiurge: That is?!
Ah, he worked it out. It"s to be expected honestly. I didn"t exactly hide it.
Dabilosi: Correct. But this is not to be mentioned to others. hem! I bequeath upon ye command of the daemon Duke Dantalion, Demiurugosu of the Blazing Inferno.
Dantalion: Let it be done accordingly.
A bright beam of light connects Dantalion to myself. Another is then formed between Demiurge and I, before the original beam moves along the second, connecting Demiurge and Dantalion. The second beam is then erased, leaving only the connection between Dantalion and Demiurge intact.
Demiurge: It is finished.
Forneus: Were I any other, I may have interrupted that process.
Dabilosi: That you would not, as I could cast you again, now permanently, into stone. Demiurge, I wish to speak also with Shalltear. I will not pitch myself against Momon, and you will command the situation, but there are some things that require my personal input. You may also ask me three questions, and barring a few of my innermost secrets, I will attempt to the best of my ability to answer them.
Demiurge: ... Very well. Dabilosi-sama, I would like to ask my first question immediately.
Dabilosi: Oh?
Demiurge: You did not leave like the rest of the supreme beings. I humbly request the knowledge of why this is. (Our greatest questions in one)
Dabilosi: Ah... That. Truth be told, I did seriously consider it, as Nishkienrai and Garnet had requested my help in different, endeavour. I, much like Momonga, couldn"t let go of this place which we, the 41, had spent 12 years building, sometimes spending a painful amount of effort on things others would see as unimportant. Furthermore- 65,000. That"s how many lines of lore I alone have written over this time. An average of about 15 lines a day. Countless achievements, 2 champions.h.i.+p victories and 17 world records. I, perhaps selfishly, would not give up these easily. Then too, I was always fascinated with each denizen of Nazarick, as each one is their creator"s idea of perfection. By seeing you all, I was in part able to grasp their true personalities, behind the mask they wore to even us comrades, as I"ve never seen the need, nor even had the want to do so. Here and here alone, I could act as I wished, and I lacked the need to speak carefully. As for the reasons the other 40 left, for most I cannot tell you, as I myself do not know. Touch-me left to develop worlds of his own, Blue Planet left to try and help restore our home world, and Peroronchino left with Bukubuku, who went on to eventually develop and sell a cure for one of the worst known diseases in any world. Forneus, could you verify that what I have said contains no lie?
Forneus: I believe that to be true. Dantalion?
Dantalion: Nothing he has said holds any falsity or diversion.
Dabilosi: Does that answer your question Demiurge?
Demiurge: Indeed. I am very thankful Dabilosi-sama.
Well that"s great, I couldn"t say any more without revealing the fact that everything in his existence was virtual reality until very recently... Shalltear should be dressed by now.
Dabilosi: So, Forneus, wait in my chambers. Demiurge, shall we return?
Oh yes, in their bios their spirits have roamed freely within the walls of Nazarick since their birth, so they should know where everything is.
Demiurge: As you wish Dabilosi-sama. Dantalion, to the Blazing Temple.
We opened the door. Once we could see inside, Albedo was smiling and Shalltear, looking very troubled, was standing next to her. One of the tiles is ever so slightly chipped.
Albedo: Dabilosi-sama?! I believed you would be elsewhere by now.
Dabilosi: Does that matter? I"m just wondering what you have told Shalltear.
Albedo: All I have told her is that she has committed a sin of the greatest magnitude.
Demiurge: Shalltear, if you would. Shall we clear out the canteen before speaking to you or leave it open?
Shalltear: Ah, open... They"ll find out one way or another anyway...
Hmmm, that doesn"t sound quite right.
Dabilosi: Albedo, before we go I would just like to say, words are weapons. Use them not unwisely.
Albedo: I will bear that in mind, Dabilosi--sama.
Dabilosi: Do you have your rings?
Both: We do.
Not saying anymore, I teleport into the Staff Canteen. Rather empty, there were only 2 homunculus maids around, with Naberal walking through in rather a rush. Seeing me, one of the maids got down on one knee, with Naberal and the other turned in shock before quickly following suit. It"s rather annoying, but they mean well... And saying that is even more insulting than saying nothing.
Dabilosi: Please, rise. Naberal, do not stop for my sake if you are in that much of a hurry, and you two can"t very well do your jobs on one knee can you Eugenie, Foss? Although, Demiurge and Shalltear will be here in a minute, so if you don"t want to be stuck in that position until we"re done, I suggest temporarily evacuating the room.
Speaking of which, I would have thought they would appear while I was saying that. I guess Albedo collared them.
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Ah, here they are! Shalltear is looking slightly brighter and Demiurge has a small smirk on his face. I wonder what happened there. Nevermind. We sit at a small table together and Demiurge starts us off.
Demiurge: Shalltear. You are aware that you have commited a sin, and yet are not aware of what this is, correct. Since you have memory loss, what is the last thing you remember?
Shalltear: I was in a carriage, along with Sebas. We were trying to find martial arts users to study. After that I wake up in the throne room.
Dabilosi: Alright, what happened next was as follows. Sebas tells us you went towards a den of some sort, a gathering of thieves or the such-like. Something must have happened in there to cause you to go into a blood-rage and head towards the forest, because in a clearing, part of said forest, the Black Scripture of the Slane Theocracy attacked you with the world itemDownfall of Castle and Country. One thing leads to another, three are dead and the Scripture rushes back to the theocracy where I delay them long enough for the owner of downfall to die of blood loss instead of surviving tentatively for a few more weeks.
Demiurge: While Dabilosi-sama is dealing with the scriptures, Ainz-sama decides it is best to ensure that there is no chance of you rampaging some time after the death of the one who cast the control magic. After you had viciously attacked Ainz-sama for a time, he gained victory. What happened from then is as you remember. Not only did you jeopardize Dabilosi-sama"s work in the Theocracy, you even went so far as to physically a.s.sault Ainz-sama, one you are sworn to protect!
Hmmm, was that a bit too far? Shalltear is gently shaking and her facial expressions vary from worried to "about to cry". She"s biting her lip and her hand is being cut to the point of bleeding by her nails in her clenched fists. I think it was.
Dabilosi: This was not entirely your fault. I said this in the throne room I say it again now, this only happened due to my own incompetence.If I had relayed a message detailing the path of the scriptures you would not have encountered them. I may not have known of their capability for teleportation magic, but I should have warned of the possibility nonetheless. This will not help you forgive yourself I believe, but I think the one to apologize should be me, not you.
Demiurge: Dabilosi-sama, could you mete out some punishment to her? I do not think her mind will be at ease any other way.
Now, here"s an opportunity. It"s odd for sure, but it"ll definitely fix the problem, they"ll believe it"s demeaning, and there are... Benefits... For me...
Dabilosi: Demiurge, do you wish to know how my parents disciplined their children?
Demiurge: Oh?
Dabilosi: They would strip off clothing and thrash my bare rear in order to convince me not to do something. It worked because it was both demeaning and painful, even more so if they thought they needed to do so in a public s.p.a.ce. I"ve since wiped myself of the shame of those incidents, but they are most unpleasant to recall.
Demiurge: So you are suggesting that this should be done...
Dabilosi: For all of Nazarick to see. It will also serve as some small punishment for myself.
Shalltear: You don"t need to do that! You haven"t done anything wrong!
Dabilosi: I disagree, and to make matters worse my error indirectly caused your mind-control and by proxy, death. If I do not suffer anything for this I will not be able to live with myself.
I really do need to step it up though. No rest for the wicked, and we are most certainly the wicked.
Demiurge: I will prepare. Should it be done as soon as possible my lord?
Dabilosi: Yes. If it is ready in half an hour, in the Amphitheatrum, that is perfect. If not, an hour or two is still manageable. Any longer than two and a half, it may have to wait.
Demiurge: (Is it possible? Ah, again he tests me. Most likely, half an hour is indeed the most perfect amount of time.) It should be possible within forty minutes in Dabilosi-sama.
Dabilosi: That close? Brilliant! I shall go change into more formal attire. [Quick Change] only has one set unfortunately.
Thus, one of the weirdest moments of my life is given a time and place.
(A.N: If you want to leave a bad review, structure your criticisms please, the bad review hasn"t changed even a week after I demolished his lame arguments and I"m seriously annoyed, but what can you do eh? They can"t just be deleted... He"s probably reading this and laughing, but if so, I"m just impressed he has the b.a.l.l.s to continue reading after that sh*t. Sorry, rambling.)