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.
The loud noise of metallic clicking was enough to wake him up.
His sore eyes opened, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness that assaulted his vision when a light shone from afar over the ever-present darkness. Feeling the stone against his face, he sat up while a painful groan escaped his lips—no doubt due to sleeping in such an uncomfortable space.
The sound of heavy footsteps grew louder.
He tried to move his arms, only to remember that they were chained together, restraining him from doing any brash movements. He sighed in annoyance, but knew that there was nothing he could do about it, at least not for now. 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.
He was greeted by the sight of six different women—all of which were dressed in maid outfits. Anyone would probably consider them to be gorgeous, but not him. He knew what they truly were, or rather, he knew what they weren't.
They regarded him with cold looks, as if to tell him with their eyes alone that he was nothing more than lowly trash—a worm for them to step over without a second thought. However, despite their clear disdain for him, they still appeared to be wary of his presence. It was 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 shouldn't be taken lightly, but it's not like any of that mattered at the moment.
The cell's door opened and a woman wearing a pair of glasses stood in front of him. His gaze meets hers, glaring daggers at her with such intensity that should have practically burned through her skull.
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 have easily been mistaken for kindest, but that couldn't be any further from the true.
His mouth opened to protest, but no sound came out. It probably had something to do with the enchanted collar that they forced on him not long ago. Apparently, they grew tired of listening to him shouting over and over for the last couple of days.
Two more maids joined the other, grabbing both of his arms and forcing him to his feet so he could 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 meters high into the ceiling, banners that were hanged proudly 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 skin and flesh, completely covered in jet-black robes, he found himself looking at the tall form of an undead.
Red eyes connected with his, and he couldn't help but flinch when the undead looked at him with deep contemplation before he was forced on his knees by the maids.
"Kneel before the Supreme One, human." It was the woman with black wings that stood next to the throne who spoke. "You are in the presence of our great Lord, Ainz Ooal Gown." Her voice, seemingly disgusted by his mere sight, grew soft when the name of her leader graced 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 responded with a respectful bow. Once that was done, the one now known as Ainz turned his attention back to him
"Though I'm afraid it won't be much of a discussion with that Voice Restrictor on, is it?" Snapping his skinless fingers, the collar around disappeared in the form of small magic particles before vanishing completely. "Now then, there are many things I wish to discuss with you, Dragon Slayer. Or would you prefer that I call you by 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?
Well, let's 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. JK!