Mare's body plummeted through the sky like a falling star, wind screaming past his pointed ears as emerald fire erupted from his staff. The earth below writhed and convulsed, dead soil drinking deeply of his druidic power as verdant life exploded across the wasteland in violent waves. Grass burst from the cracked earth like green lightning, flowers bloomed in seconds that should have taken months, and ancient trees clawed their way skyward with desperate hunger.
THOOM!
Mare's landing shattered stone and sent tremors rippling outward. Dust clouds billowed as he spun around, his delicate features splitting into a radiant smile that could melt winter itself.
"LORD YHWACH!" The name tore from his throat like a battle cry as he sprinted forward, his feminine gait transformed into pure, unbridled joy. Every step sent small shockwaves through the newly-born earth.
That face... Yhwach's omniscient gaze drank in the sight, his mind already seeing a thousand futures where this moment played out. So pure. So powerful. Must protect at all costs.
"Why are you here?" Mare's voice cracked with sudden panic, his amber eyes wide with terror. "Did I—did I fail you?"
The words hit like physical blows. Yhwach's imposing frame descended to Mare's level in one fluid motion, his presence both crushing and protective as one massive arm enveloped the trembling elf's shoulders. The gesture was a fortress of flesh and bone, shielding Mare from the weight of his own fears.
"No." The word rang with absolute finality. "You have exceeded every expectation, Mare. Your barrier work—" Yhwach's free hand swept toward Nazarick's towering spires, "—has made our tomb invisible to those who would destroy us. Do you understand the magnitude of what you've accomplished?"
Mare's breath hitched, spiritual pressure making his skin tingle with electricity. "Y-yes, my lord..."
"Good." Yhwach's spiritual energy coalesced into brilliant azure flame, reality-bending around his fingers as matter itself obeyed his will. The fire twisted, condensed, and crystallized into a ring of impossible beauty—the guild crest burned into its surface like a brand from the gods themselves, subtle Quincy crosses threading through the design like silver lightning.
"The Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown!" Mare's scream could have shattered glass. His entire body convulsed with shock, hands clawing at his hair. "Only the Supreme Beings—I can't—I'm not worthy—"
"WORTHY?" Yhwach's voice boomed like thunder, his spiritual pressure crushing down on the world itself. The air shimmered with raw power. "You think I make mistakes, Mare? You think my omniscience lies?"
Mare's knees buckled. "N-no! Never! I just—"
"Then TAKE IT." The ring floated between them, pulsing with otherworldly light. "Let this be your badge of honor. Your proof that you have earned your place among the elite."
Trembling fingers closed around the ring. The moment it touched Mare's skin, it burned—not with pain, but with recognition. The metal flowed like liquid, reshaping itself to fit perfectly as waves of power coursed through Mare's body.
"I—" Tears streamed down his face, each drop catching the light like liquid diamonds. "I'll make you proud! I swear it on my soul!"
"You already have." Yhwach rose to his full, terrifying height, shadows seeming to bend around him. "Now go. Complete your sacred duty."
"You could never be a distraction, my beloved..."
The voice was silk wrapped around a blade. Black feathers fell like midnight snow as Albedo descended from the heavens, her wings beating with the rhythm of a war drum. Each stroke sent ripples through the air itself, her beauty so sharp it could cut reality.
"Albedo." Yhwach's omniscient gaze pierced through her, seeing every timeline where this moment existed. In some, she smiled. In others, she wept. In all of them, she burned with obsession.
Her feet touched the earth with ballet-perfect grace, but her presence hit like a meteor. "Your very existence fills every Guardian with fire, my lord. You are not a distraction—you are purpose incarnate."
"H-hello, Lady Albedo..." Mare's voice barely escaped his throat.
The air itself began to writhe with barely contained malice.
"Hello, sweet Mare..." Each word dripped with honey-coated venom. Albedo's smile was a work of art—beautiful, terrible, and absolutely predatory.
Run. Every instinct Mare possessed screamed the same word. RUN NOW.
He didn't need to be told twice. His bow was perfunctory, his retreat strategic, his pace just short of an all-out sprint.
"Is something troubling you, my precious moonflower?" Yhwach's voice carried the weight of mountains, but his tone was gentle silk. His future sight showed him the jealousy eating her alive from within.
"Nothing at all." Her smile could have frozen blood. "Why would anything be wrong?"
The pet name sent fire racing through her veins, but her golden eyes still tracked Mare's fleeing form like a predator-marking prey.
Jealous. Of Mare. How... amusing. Yhwach's omniscience saw every possible future, including the ones where she murdered the young elf in fits of rage. Time to redirect that energy.
"You deserve recognition as well." His spiritual pressure made the air itself shimmer as another ring materialized—this one wreathed in azure flame that sang with divine power.
"For... me?" Her voice broke like a teenager's.
Don't play coy, you magnificent obsessive creature. The ring appeared in his palm, its surface crawling with Quincy's crosses that pulsed like heartbeats. "As Guardian Overseer, rapid transit between floors is essential. Accept this as an acknowledgment of your position."
She reached for it with trembling fingers, her face transformed into something beyond worship. The moment the metal touched her skin, she gasped—a sound torn from her very soul.
"Thank you..." The words were barely breathable, but they carried the weight of absolute devotion.
"Demiurge." Yhwach's voice cracked like a whip. "Eleven rings. One hour. You keep one—distribute ten to personnel you deem essential. I want a detailed report on every choice. Disappoint me, and there will be consequences."
The demon's bow was perfect, practiced, absolute. "Crystal clear, my almighty lord."
Yhwach moved past Albedo like a force of nature, her body trembling with barely controlled need. His hand descended—not a slap, but a firm touch that sent electricity racing through her entire being.
She whipped around, starving for more—but found only empty air and the fading echo of shadow.
The Throne Room - Hours Later
Yhwach's omniscient gaze consumed Demiurge's report like flame devouring parchment. Every word, every choice, and every implication is processed through infinite possible futures.
"Acceptable." The word carried the weight of divine judgment. His hand gestured to the ornate box on his desk, spiritual energy making it glow like a beacon. "The remaining rings are yours to distribute."
Demiurge's smile could have powered small cities. His tail didn't just swish—it danced with euphoria as he claimed his prize and departed.
Information gathering. Strategy. The dance of minds and possibilities. Unlike lesser beings, Yhwach thrived on complexity. His omniscience made him the ultimate strategist—he could see every move, every counter, every consequence rippling through infinite timelines.
"Summon: Mirror of Remote Viewing."
Reality tore as the artifact materialized, its surface swirling with otherworldly energy. Sebas entered with clockwork precision, his presence steady and reassuring in the maelstrom of power.
"Good morning, Sebas."
"Good morning, my lord. How may I serve?"
Yhwach's multiple eyes began to burn as he gazed into the mirror, his spiritual pressure bending space itself. The artifact responded like a living thing, showing him visions of the tomb's perimeter in crystalline detail.
All secure. All protected. All is according to plan.
His omniscient sight pushed further—ten kilometers beyond their borders, through ancient forests that whispered secrets, until it found...
Horror.
The village screamed. Not with voices—with its very existence. Buildings burned like funeral pyres, their flames licking at the sky with hungry tongues. Bodies littered the streets like discarded dolls, their blood painting abstract art on cobblestones.
"A festival perhaps?" Sebas suggested, his trained eye unable to process the distant carnage.
"No." Yhwach's voice could have frozen hellfire. "A slaughter."
His omniscient gaze focused like a microscope on the heart of the atrocity. A man—father, protector, hero—dying with steel in his belly, his lips forming one final command to his fleeing daughters: "RUN."
Two girls. Sisters. Terror has given human form as they fled through streets painted with their neighbors' blood.
Interesting. His future sight showed him threads of possibility, webs of potential that these children could weave. Very interesting indeed.
"Sebas. Alert Albedo and Enmu. We have souls to collect."
The Massacre - Present Moment
"Sissy!" The word ripped from Nemu's throat like a dying scream as Steel opened her sister's back in a crimson smile. Blood sprayed in arterial arcs, painting the ground in abstract horror.
Enri's world exploded into agony, but her body moved on pure instinct—shielding, protecting, loving even as death raised its blade above them both.
Father's dying words: "Run." Mother's last scream: "Live." All meaningless now.
The knight's sword rose like a guillotine, sunlight dancing along its blood-slicked edge. Death incarnate, ready to—
STOP.
The air itself convulsed. Shadows began to writhe and scream, reality tearing like wet paper as something impossible forced its way through the barriers between worlds.
The knights didn't just stop—they broke. Weapons clattered from nerveless fingers as primal terror seized their souls. Some fell to their knees. Others soiled themselves. One simply fainted.
"What in the SEVEN HELLS is that?!"
From the writhing shadow-portal stepped God.
Yhwach's presence didn't just fill the space—it devoured it. Seven feet of absolute authority wrapped in flowing black robes that seemed to absorb light itself. His beard was a cascade of midnight, his hair a waterfall of darkness that moved without wind. But his eyes—his eyes held the weight of infinite knowledge, the burden of seeing every possible future simultaneously.
This was not a man. This was an inevitability-given form.
"Well, well, well..." His voice was an earthquake wrapped in velvet, each word carrying the authority of divine judgment. "Such predictable behavior from such insignificant insects."
The knights didn't just back away—they scrambled, their armor clanking like wind chimes in a hurricane. One brave soul managed to stammer: "I-it was o-orders! From our n-noble! We d-don't have a choice!"
"Orders." Yhwach's laugh was the sound of tombstones cracking. "How... pathetic."
His hand rose with the inevitability of sunrise. Spiritual energy gathered around his fingers like miniature stars, reality-bending to accommodate power that should not exist.
"Heilig Pfeil."
The arrow of pure spiritual energy didn't just pierce the knight's heart—it obliterated it. Flesh, bone, and soul vaporized in a pillar of azure fire that reached toward heaven itself. The corpse that fell was already cooling, already forgotten.
"Hmm." Yhwach examined his smoking fingers with the detached interest of a scientist. "I expected more... substance from human souls. How disappointing."
The remaining knight couldn't even scream. Terror had stolen his voice, his sanity, his very humanity.
"Perhaps a demonstration is in order." Yhwach's eyes began to multiply, showing glimpses of infinite futures where this moment played out in countless ways. In some, the knight lived. In others, he died. In all of them, Yhwach won.
"Blut Vene Anhaben."
The knight rose into the air like a marionette, his body convulsing as invisible spiritual pressure seized his very soul. Blue lines of power raced across his skin like lightning, his life force being drained, concentrated, and transformed.
The screaming stopped when his vocal cords dissolved.
The convulsions ended when his muscles melted.
The terror faded when his brain liquefied.
What remained was a husk—but not for long.
Yhwach's absorbed spiritual energy began its work. The corpse twisted, bones stretching like taffy, skin rippling like water, humanity melting away like ice in the summer heat. What emerged was a nightmare given form—a demon with obsidian claws, eyes like burning coals, and a hunger that could devour cities.
"Demon." The word was both command and benediction. "Find everyone wearing this armor design. Consume them all."
The creature didn't nod—it snarled with anticipation before launching itself toward the village with inhuman speed, leaving claw marks in solid stone.
The shadow portal pulsed like a heartbeat as two figures emerged from its depths.
Albedo descended like a valkyrie of destruction, her black wings cutting through the air with razor precision. Every movement was perfect, deadly, beautiful in its absolute lethality.
Enmu flowed rather than walked, his pale skin seeming to absorb light while strange markings pulsed across his flesh like living tattoos. His smile was the last thing his victims saw before their nightmares began.
"Lord Yhwach," Enmu's voice was a lullaby wrapped around a blade, "forgive the delay. I was enjoying such delicious dreams..."
"You cannot keep our Father waiting for your indulgences!" Albedo's scold carried the weight of absolute devotion.
"SILENCE."
The word didn't just stop their argument—it erased it. Yhwach's spiritual pressure crushed down on reality itself, making the air thick enough to choke on.
"You both arrived precisely when my omniscience commanded. Your timing was perfect."
He moved toward the cowering girls like an avalanche in slow motion, each step sending tremors through the earth. His presence should have been terrifying—and it was. But somehow, impossibly, it was also protective.
"What do we do with these insects?" Albedo's voice dripped with contempt that could corrode steel.
"They dream such beautiful dreams," Enmu observed, his unsettling smile widening as he gazed at the girls. "Their terror creates the most exquisite nightmares."
"They are innocents." Yhwach's omniscient gaze saw every possible future these children could create. "Those in armor were the parasites."
He knelt to their level, his imposing frame somehow managing to seem less threatening despite radiating enough power to level mountains.
"Fear not, little dreamers." His voice carried the authority of absolute power tempered with unexpected gentleness. "I have seen your futures—you are under my protection now."
The girls stared up at him with eyes wide enough to drown in. They should have been terrified. Instead, they seemed... awed.
"I am Yhwach, Father of the Quincy, and these are my Sternritter—Albedo and Enmu."
"Such lovely little nightmares you must have," Enmu purred, kneeling beside his master. "What names do you carry in your dreams?"
"E-Enri..." the older girl whispered. "And my little sister N-Nemu..."
"Beautiful names for beautiful souls," Enmu's smile somehow managed to be both comforting and absolutely terrifying.
"That wound requires immediate attention." Yhwach's spiritual energy coalesced into a healing potion that glowed with divine power. "Drink. My omniscience shows complete recovery."
Enri's eyes went wide with panic. The bottle could contain anything—poison, curses, death itself.
"I'll drink it! But please, my sister—"
"Sissy, NO!" Nemu's scream could have shattered crystal as she grabbed for the bottle.
"Be quiet, Nemu!"
"But—"
"Just stay still!"
"Please don't!"
The argument played out exactly as Yhwach's omniscience had foreseen. Every word, every gesture, every heartbeat of terror—all according to his perfect vision.
"YOU INSIGNIFICANT—" Albedo's axe rose like a crescent moon, ready to cleave both girls in half.
Yhwach's spiritual pressure didn't just stop the weapon—it crushed it into submission. The air itself became thick as molasses, pressing down on Albedo like the weight of mountains.
"Restrain yourself, my dear Albedo."
"Forgive me, Father." The title carried absolute reverence, absolute surrender.
"This is a healing potion. Are you unfamiliar with such miracles?"
"Y-yes... a pharmacist visits sometimes... uses magic..."
"Then you understand." The potion began to sing with power. "Drink."
Enri's trembling hands took the bottle. The liquid went down like liquid fire, but a fire that healed rather than destroyed. Her wounds didn't just close—they vanished, leaving skin smooth as silk.
"Incredible..." she breathed.
Yhwach rose to his full height, his presence somehow both crushing and protective. When he offered his hand, it was with the gentle patience of a father.
She took it.
He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, his strength absolute but his touch gentle.
"W-what are you?" she whispered.
What am I indeed? His omniscient gaze saw infinite possibilities, infinite futures where his answer shaped the fate of worlds.
"Has it been so long..." His voice carried the weight of eternity, "That mortals have forgotten their Father?"
The words hit like thunder. The girls' eyes went wide with something beyond fear, beyond awe—recognition.
"I am Yhwach, the Father of all Quincy, the one who will bring order to this world of chaos. I am the beginning and the end, the alpha and omega of all existence."
Albedo's pride blazed like a supernova. Her beloved had claimed his rightful place as a deity.
Enmu's smile widened until it seemed to split his face. Dreams and reality were about to become one.
"Come." Shadows began to writhe around them, Yhwach's Schatten preparing to transport them to safety. "My demon should have finished its feast by now."
As darkness swallowed them, Yhwach's omniscient gaze saw every possible future stretching out before them like golden threads. In each one, his dominion grew stronger.
In each one, order replaced chaos.
In each one, he became everything.
The Almighty's vision encompasses all. The Father's children multiply. And in the shadows of Nazarick, a new age begins toburn.