Neia was on her knees, sitting in front of the fire out in front of her beneath the mantle. They had talked for what seemed like hours, and it seemed, he was cementing the facts and clarifying her claims. It sounded like he wanted to deny he wasn't within the realm of the Gods, as if everything had been an accident, he didn't mean to come here. That look, that feeling, of loss was still in his eyes but it was becoming clearer and clearer that he wasn't going to let that define him.

Her God was no longer alone. Her God was surrounded by the children of his lost and fallen friends, friends that formed a Fallen Pantheon. They had all created a part of this place that she now stood in. To think that they had created Angels, rather than summoned them. Only God could do such a thing. The more she learned, the more he told her and the more she told him... It gave her all she needed to believe in him as some sort of all-powerful being.

Yet this was also Heresy. The Paladin Order, their Temples of the Gods, her Kingdom would not accept him widely as the Holy being that he was. She clenched her jaw in secret as her eyes watched the flames flicker wildly in front of her.

Her cloak had since dried, and while the sting of betrayal still burned in her heart, she was now filled with a cause far greater than any Paladin's she had met. She now wondered what each of those children were like, if they were humanoid just like him, or if they were monstrous like Pelleon.

The young blonde let her hands clasp together over her lap, letting her ears settle in on the howling of the wind outside. The fact that this place wasn't a world on its own, it was strange how it emulated so much from the outside world.

She remembered her first winters, blizzards, how people in lesser villages and towns froze to death. Neia was small when she first saw her parents slaughter a house filled with undead, people who had frozen to death and later reanimated with a seething hatred for the living.

Perhaps they hadn't deserved to be alive, for her neighbors had frozen to death and they had done nothing to help them. Selfishly they kept their blankets to themselves, their holeless ceiling, their glass windows, their insulated walls.

This fire symbolized what it was like to live, and outside the cabin, was what it was like to die.

Though her glare was intense, she could feel that Fenrir or Jakku, whoever he was... He wasn't in the slightest put off by her appearance. Even if he put on a facade of callousness, a warm felt smile or an encouraging speech... He didn't make a comment of her being murderous, crazed or even feral. Even though he was so high up, he respected her as she would respect just about anyone else of the same standing as herself.

He must've been used to being in the company of Gods and their children. Perhaps he was just confusing her with them, or he saw everything that was within the grasp of Justice as his. He had, of course, spoke of Justice, Paladins, how they should be and their power.

"I believe we've waited long enough," his words broke through her thoughts like an icepick.

She nearly jumped out of her skin, startled, as she felt his hand go under her arm and help her to her feet. His strength was immersable, she felt no struggle to lift her once more, as his grasp was so gentle she could hardly tell what he was doing.

On her feet, Neia's eyes met with the tall figure. He was eight feet tall, a giant compared to herself. Though she had seen many a giant, as they were employed by her people, and he was truthfully still dwarfed by them.

"Are we going to your throne room?" As his squire, she asked this with a polite and sturdy tone, but it had a decent softness to it, "Fenrir-sama."

Fenrir nodded lightly to her question as he placed the hand he had used earlier onto her shoulder, close to where her neck connected with it. Feeling his bare hand on her skin, made her almost shiver.

It was warmer than any person she had ever felt. It was welcoming, it felt as if he was just embracing the slightest of touch. Her eyes wandered to his other hand which held his glove, then looked up to him curious.

Merely touching a peasant like herself so freely, she had never met a noble who would do such a thing. Awkwardly though, it felt like he was grasping at her heart now that she was under his influence.

Seeing the ring on his finger glow ever so slightly, that was when their surroundings suddenly changed. No longer were they in the secluded cabin of a winter wonderland. Instead, they were now standing in a giant colosseum, littered in statues of chess pieces.

No, this wasn't just a colosseum filled with chess pieces. As she looked around at the surrounding area, she found that the entire floor was that of a giant game of chess itself. Her eyes widened in disbelief at the life-sized game that now surrounded them.

The structure of the colosseum consisted mainly of smooth black bricks that gave a light glistening green shine, a luster that was often seen in Adamantite. Not all too far above them overlooked the entire plane of the board.

Giving the chessboard another once over, it was clear that it was all made from the same material. Perhaps it wasn't Adamantite? Perhaps it was something entirely different, but she wasn't quite sure. Either way, it was breathtaking.

The next thing she noticed though was that there was no one here, at least not visibly.

"Welcome to the Final Floor! I trust you have treated my father well, Mortal!" Boomed a young woman's voice and the fluttering of wings, soon enough a Seraph appeared. Blonde long locks of hair, gentle almond-shaped crystal blue eyes with subtle signs of bags beneath them, a small palm-sized black pointed crown upon the side of her scalp. What Neia saw now hovering in front of the throne, was a slender and pale looking woman. A single pair of superficial black wings displayed from the base of her lower back.

It had to be Lucifael, the Seraph in which Fenrir had named. Her beauty was stunning, even for her own eyes. Neia took in the simple design of her dress, black secondary layer over a white underdress. Her stockings were made of black wraps that were undone around her dainty bare feet. Her form was the epitome of elegance, it felt as if she was staring at the center of the universe.

She was meeting a true angel? An Angel that was close to God? Her eyes moved to Fenrir as he said nothing, but a smile was there printed across his lips. This smile spoke legions as she looked forward once more.

Two portals opened up at either side of the Angel, Pelleon appearing from one of them, and another angel emerged appearing to be entirely composed of over several dozen wings. Her mouth nearly dropped open as she needed to very much correct that observation.

This one had to have been Nidrennyius, the Ophan, they were all counselors of the First Sphere... Creatures that had never even been thought to have existed!

Nidrennyius was a giant black orb surrounded by purple and blue flames, the orb was about the size of her torso alone! The Ophan had a bright pink iris and hot pink sclera, its pupil was an upside-down black triangle, the eye itself located in the center of the sphere. In a way, the dozens of wings that sprouted out from surrounded him reminded her of a flower.

Though she wasn't quite sure whatever the Ophan could be classified as, be it male or female. But she was quickly aware that the singular eye was not alone. At a closer inspection, even from the ground below, there were thousands of smaller eyes of varying sizes which stared down at them silently.

"This is the Squire?" The Ophan finally spoke, his voice overlapping itself supernaturally.

"Yes... Fenrir-sama's personal Squire." As Pelleon replied to his fellow Guardian, it was clear he had heard their conversations prior to appearing back in the snow biome on the second floor.

"Interesting..." Nidrennyius mused as he studied her from afar, his eyes moving to the Supreme Being and then back towards the human creature. "Are you sure it is a Squire? Subaran-sama would've most definitely paired him with such... Hm... Prey."

Lucifael blinked looking over towards the Ophan, her fellow Angel and raised a brow as she whispered, "Are you trying to ship my father with a mere Squire? Hmph!"

"Lucifael-sama... He is touching her bare skin... His glove removed." Pelleon whispered with his naturally raspy voice, smiling creepily. It seemed he agreed with the Ophan's observation.

Then that was when both Pelleon and Lucifael both paused and looked to the Ophan created by Subaran, one of the Supreme Beings of the Citadel.

Lucifael crossed her arms over her chest. "Nidrennyius-dono... Did you just say prey? Knights such as our Lord and Creator do not eat their Squires or their underlings."

If the Ophan had a mouth, it would most definitely be grinning almost manically.

Seconds later a number of other portals began to open all around the colosseum, each one being opened by someone of high caliber skills and power.

Neia's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as she watched an Arch-Devil, Beelzebub, a towering humanoid beast of twelve feet tall come shambling onto the board. His overall structure looked almost like an entirely human muscle, made of rocky alabaster grey material instead of flesh. He wore a horrific and terrifying face that caused her heart to quicken in fear, displaying expertly sculpted jagged death and a pair of horns upon the top of his head. Those of his were glowing like embers.

With him, he brought his own light, as his hollowed torso lined by his ribs was filled with bright yellow and red crimson flames. There above his head was a black halo hovering. Down his back, along his spine, was producing bony structures that appeared to defensive spikes of a monster.

What caught her off guard though was what held in his hand. In that hand of his was something she could only describe as his very own beating heart, but he was wielding it like a weapon.

This fiend served a God, no matter how unholy it seemed, it was there and serving Fenrir.

A black-winged crow harpy gliding in freely from above, her talons glistening from the simulated stars from the sky above, having ejected herself out of a portal at high speed. "Raaah! Raah~! Nyriane, Champion of Darkness, Queen of Harpies! Raaah~! Here! Here!" Her face seemed to be the embodiment of innocent and youthful beauty, she wore nothing by brown burlap rags that hardly covered her hips or her shoulders. Despite her slender form, she was no doubt a mature adult and had since stopped growing. The Harpy had big blue, a sharp jawline, and soft delicate features. It was as if she was designed to lure men to their deaths.

It felt like the creature would soon lure her forward as well if it weren't for Fenrir's hand on her shoulder. Even as she felt its gaze on her as it flew, circling overhead, she found it hard to pull her attention away from it.

Next was a pair of black and white cat folk entering from another portal, holding hand in hand as they did. They had a dubious appearance, they were tall and strangely lithe. Each step they made, had no sound, and as they moved it was hard to keep her eyes focused on them.

They were Ninjas, masters of disguise and tricksters. They used illusions and tricks in order to remain untouched and quick to take down their opponents. Though she couldn't see their eyes, she could feel them on her, scrutinizing every bit of her human body, as if they wished to take it.

The very sensation made her shiver.

"Pay heed! Anima has arrived!" Shouted a self-absorbed tone of woman other than Lucifael, dragging Neia's attention over towards a new figure that had appeared.

A Valkyrie came strutting into the center of the room. She wore tight-fitting blue, almost black, armor with skirting down her backside. In her scabbard was a long sword that appeared to be derived from the body of an automatic rifle, a weapon she didn't recognize.

Anima then turned and looked towards Neia, before freezing seeing the iconic feral gaze. "Such Rude eyes this one has!" She shifted onto one hip as a hand on her hip, looking over the Squire.

Neia smiled awkwardly seeing what looked like another human taking a gander at her. It was as if this one was picking out all of her imperfections without saying a word about it. She ignored the comment as it seemed Fenrir didn't mind them.

"Don't pick at my Squire, Anima. You all exist because of me, and so does her continued existence, she will be no different from you... My Creations, Children of the Gods... Children of Hel." Fenrir commanded not just the Valkyrie, but all of those present and to be present, with his voice.

Unanimously they united around his words alone.

"Of course, Fenrir-sama..." Anima immediately bowed her head, before silently joining the two lithe cat people who were standing off in the corner of the Colosseum where they'd talk amongst themselves.

A snaking body of blackened brimstone and flames came slithering into the room, its upper body held high. A Primal Fire Elemental, named Helibrimin, towered over the many creatures within the gathering. His chest sculpted in stone, as was his head which showed vague impressions of eyes and a mouth. His hands were clawed with massive swords.

It was clear that this creature was not of a holy or an unholy element. He was clearly that of pure flames! Just like all the others, though she couldn't discern any expression of his, it was curious.

The next sensation confused her greatly. It felt as if something was now standing on the bare skin of her left shoulder. Nothing was that small, right? Neia's head slowly turned to the side, her peripherals being greeted by a pleasant glow of phosphorescent blue wings.

It was a tiny girl with a white dress, about the size of her whole hand, with long blonde locks reaching down to the backs of her legs. Neia could only gasp soundlessly as a fairy was standing there, staring back at her with a soft smile across her lips.

"Ah, Hello Lemonbite," Fenrir chuckled seeing the fairy standing on his Squire's shoulder, examining Neia's face closely as if inspecting her for any imperfections.

"Fenrir-sama," the fairy playfully stuck her tongue out at the massive Supreme Leader.

"Is she a..."

"Yes, she is a Fairy... A Fairy Queen to be exact." Fenrir said as he reached over and pat the top of the Queen's head with his finger. "The Crow Harpy above is the Queen of her race as well, she is the Champion of Shadows."

"Ah... Fenrir-sama, so there are more of their people here within the Citadel?" Neia asked curiously, as it seemed there were a number of non-human beasts here, even heteromorphic or demihumans.

"Yes, depending on which floor they rule their particular species presides." He apprised her of the information she sought to obtain as he watched Lemonbite flutter her wings. Soon enough the Fairy Queen was on up to the top of Neia's head, where she nested herself.

Neia stood awkwardly still, facing forward as the Queen was seated in her hair.

That was when the last guardian entered the room. It was like watching a pillowing steady stream of black smoke flood into the room. It didn't fill the room though, it collected itself into a mass that could only be defined as the embodiment of Shadows.

"What is... That...?" Neia exclaimed as she could see dozens of smoky hands protruding from an incorporeal mass of darkness. Sharp white blazing eyes smilingly glared down towards her with their crescent forms. It reminded her of the particles which were seeping from him in his Nightmarish Werewolf form. She felt as if she'd die if she even looked away.

"Archona, the Shadow of Death, an ancient spirit and one of the oldest here aside from Lucifael." Fenrir informed just as Gravelyn stumbled in through a portal.

Her wings were retracted into her back as she was dressed in her crimson armor, that matched her hair. Those blue eyes of hers narrowing on the young woman beside Fenrir, then looking to the Supreme Being. "Greetings, Fenrir-sama... I saw you down on the ground floor, it is good to see you were alright. Please, forgive me for not stepping in against the Apostates who attacked your sanctuary." Almost immediately Gravelyn dropped to one knee in a bow of fealty, asking for obtainable forgiveness.

"It is quite alright, Gravelyn, you may rise. Your father would be proud of you, as your heart and sense of duty are in the right place," Fenrir gestured for her to rise as he asked her to do so, a faint smirk across his lips as he turned to everyone else as they began to gather.

"This is Neia, my Squire as you've heard!" Fenrir announced, introducing her to everyone at once.

Lucifael was the first to come landing in front of them. She was about the same height as Neia herself, if not an inch taller. Forcefully taking the girl's hand, the fallen Seraph grinned cockily. "Welcome to Hel, don't let the frozen hearts of the Draugr bother you too much."

...

Surrounded upon a battlefield lined with pawns, knights, kings, and bishops stood Fenrir. His Heterochromia eyes staring over the various faces of the beings created by his friends. Each looked to him for his support, his approval and his guidance. Their leader, the ruler of Hel.

He was the only one who remained here, for this was his quiet place. Now, it had become his home and they were now in extension some form of his family he couldn't recognize. His eyes wandered over Lucifael, his creation, a being he written in as a character who saw itself as his daughter.

Now with these beings being given life by this freakish incident of being sent into another world, he was no longer alone. How could he suffer if he had so many to lead?

Fenrir had taken on the role of a God, how should he take this...? A small chuckle escaped his lips as his thoughts roamed. He had made YGGDRASIL sound as a realm that belonged to the Gods, Gods in which warred with one another time and time again.

As the Guardians parted like the red sea the moment he took a step forward, it was quite the sight to see. There was no way to deny the fact that all of his Guild's creations were alive. There was no room for doubt there. They had voices that he could hear, scents that he could taste, they had emotions he could see.

Their high caliber quality of existence could be seen through their very eyes.

Fenrir continued forward he moved in haste toward the throne that oversaw the Amphitheater grounds. His hand still fixed on his Neia's neck, he wore a faint smile across his lips as he could hear his Guardians formed up behind them.

His eyes rested to the peripherals, looking to Neia, his Squire. She seemed to be keeping close to his side, but at the same time appeared comfortable? He couldn't quite tell as she then turned her gaze up towards, locking their sights together for a short time before his gaze went forward again.

Just as they were about to reach the edge of the arena floor, he used 『Teleport』to bring himself and the young girl beside him to the throne above them.

"Whoa!" Her wild eyes darted around, looking over herself and to her hands as she shifted in place. Neia had never been teleported from one point to another before. It was clear she was disoriented by this, maybe even a little uncomfortable, but at the same time there was excitement in her eyes.

With their attention moving forward, Fenrir grinned seeing his throne.

Standing before him was a potently dark throne made of mysterious materials, lined in silver trim with gilded armrests and majestic blue cushions. On the right arm of the chair was a jeweled golden chalice, filled with water. On the left of the throne, however, was a wide circular surface that displayed a miniature construct of the current surroundings. People moving, carriages being drawn, monsters moving in the forests. Everything was so clear but so small, a perfect interactive map that allowed someone to look at part of the world.

It reached far into the ocean in one direction, revealing a fleet of maritime ships of the Roble Holy Kingdom, and reached all the way over to a City known as E-Rantel far off in the Re-Estize Kingdom.

Neia just stared at the map. It was white as sheet snow in a winter wonderland, or perhaps even plain marble. Its magnificence was found within its extensive details and miniature moving pieces.

To Fenrir, this was more than enough proof that they were no longer in YGGDRASIL, concreting the facts even more than before. He licked his lips slightly, having already accepted this.

If they were still within YGGDRASIL, he would've seen the tower surrounded by the realm of Niflheim. Yet instead of seeing that, it was the New World as described by the Squire.

In a way, even though he had no more hope that this world had been in the game, it still hurt the fact that the woman he loved was no longer within the same realm of existence.

His eyes then shifted back on over to the Chalice before he twisted around on his heel and sat on the throne. Having kept his hand on his squire's neck, he pulled her along with him, directly into his lap.

Neia flailed her arms and legs at this, as it happened too fast for her to protest properly. "Fenrir-sama?" Shocked, nearly stammering over her words, by the fact he had pulled her onto his lap. "Th-this is inappropriate, I'm not even on the same plane as you, I couldn't possibly take up your lap! Why have you placed me here upon you like a seat? Isn't it degrading to hold a mortal so close?" She appeared to be fidgety, uncomfortable, and above all confused. "A-are you intending to spoil me? You can't. It wouldn't be right, even if I am to be the first of this world to stand beside you!"

Lemonbite who was nestled in Neia's short blonde hair laid upon the girl's head as if lounging, amused by the current situation. "Wolves do tend to graze upon their sheep, I suppose you should be grateful that Fenrir-sama hasn't devoured you~."

Neia froze for a moment as she heard the fairy speak from on top of her head. The voice was cute and high in pitch, making her think of a little child, yet the words themselves sounded frightening.

It sounded like a wolf stalking sheep, livestock, and then devouring it should it leave their grazing grounds or separate from the rest of the herd. Or in this case, perhaps he ate his own following?

No, the words she couldn't take literally. If he wanted to devour her, he wouldn't have shared so much. If he wanted to eat her, he would've done it already. He wouldn't have given her the magic bow or even spared her.

That was when Neia's mind went blank, feeling his hand move from her shoulder slowly wrap itself around her lower torso.

Fenrir grinned as he pulled her closer, letting his Squire rest the back of her head against his chest. "You are my squire, so you are thereby an extension of my will, are you not?"

He was entirely amused by the fact that she had since become stiff within his grasp. Was it fear? Had he been moving too fast? It didn't matter, she could deny him all she wanted, but she didn't have the strength to resist him.

"Y-yes it is," Neia acknowledged hesitantly as she then looked up to him.

Those thoughts that were hidden within those feral eyes of hers, they could be seen as she tried to scan over each of his own two-tone colored eyes. "Under me, you will become so much more than you are now."

Reaching over to the Chalice, which in reality was the Holy Grail, he stared at the object as he brought it in front of her. "This is the Holy Grail, an item of immense power and ritual purity. Should you drink from it, thereby immersing your blood, you will have committed mikva."

Mikva was a Jewish tradition, similar to baptism, that involves ritual immersion to achieve ritual purity. This particular tradition was also used to convert others to Judaism, however, Fenrir has merely stolen its name for a similar function.

Inscribed with the lore to give the one who drank it eternal youth and sustenance in infinite abundance, though otherwise used to heal and resurrect those it is used upon.

Though he wasn't entirely aware of how much lore of items now affected the new world, or the effects it bestowed upon others, he wished for her to drink from it as some form of ritual cleansing.

Fenrir was supposed to be a God, and she was supposed to be his first Chosen, his squire.

He watched as her head nodded as if she understood the words he was sharing with her. As if she knew what he was saying, what he intended for her, and what it all meant laid out.

The Grail was one of eight World-Class Items secretly acquired by Fenrir during his time in YGGDRASIL, including the World Atlas beside the Throne.

The very first World-Class Item he acquired on his own, the one he had obtained after leaving the Ainz Ooal Gown, was the Pelt of Fenrir the God-Killer. The pelt came in the form of his white-furred

tattered blue cloak. It was an item he had since been often using as an accessory.

It was a defensive World Item which gave him a nearly impenetrable defense from the rear, forcing adversaries to stand in front of him during their attacks. It also buffed the strength, dexterity, and agility of its wearer.

One such world item being the Crown of Paracelsus, a world item capable of bestowing the levels and knowledge of a Master Alchemist, ultimately ignoring the user's job and racial class level cap. This item, in particular, rested on the pile of now real treasure behind the throne itself. It was a dark ochre and grotesque crown with rounded red ruby-like jewels encrusted into it, which were in actuality Philosophers stones. An additional function of this item allows the user to transmute regular minerals into Prismatic Ores.

On the opposite hand from the one which housed the Guild ring, was another ring. The ring was dark alabaster grey in color and visibly robust, with a Star of David depicted upon it like that of a signet ring.

This particular world item was known as the Seal of Solomon. With its lore following the myths of the ring, it allowed the user to be capable of controlling demons, by extension devils. It also bestowed the ability to talk with animals among other otherwise unnatural things.

Gained from group effort was the Nightmare Circlet of Hel, an item in which his Guild was gifted by the developers for conquering the dungeon for the first time on the first try. Not only did it protect the mind from mental interference such as confusion and fear, but it also allowed the user to summon or control armies of Frost Draugr regardless of their necromancy build proficiency. This item was currently in the possession of Gravelyn, the First Floor Guardian.

Another world-class item was identified as the Fleece of Karma, a World Item which effectively voids the consequences of one's actions that would sequentially change the user's Karma value. Much like the Pelt of Fenrir, it was also a powerful mantle that could be used for pure defense and karma adjusting spells from hostile attackers.

One of the last items that had been within the Blue Citadel's grasp was Ouroboros, an item that granted a wish directed at the game company that owned YGGDRASIL.

World Items were rare and as such, many guilds kept it a secret that they even possessed them. His guild was no different. Though they still had plenty less than the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

So as Fenrir was bringing the Holy Grail in close to Neia, he lifted a brow as she gradually raised her hands to grasp the gilded vessel. He could hear her heartbeat quickening as she stopped questioning him. Excitement, filled his eyes as he watched her every move, her every labored breath. Just from looking at her he could see she was taken back by the supposedly holy relic, something that only existed as myth and legends on Earth.

Patience and self-interest are what kept him from forcing the girl to drink down the hallowed water. He completely believed she would do it on her own, without being hastened.

Once it was entirely within her hands, in her control, she stared down into the water which seemed to mystically glisten for her and her alone. Her fingers curled against the glided surface of the item, leaning back into Fenrir's torso as she did so.

He could tell she was thinking, pondering and yet he could see the belief that shined in her eyes. Tilting her head back slightly she brought the chalice to her lips and poured the water into her mouth.

It tasted just like water, nothing special. Yet as she consumed the water, swallowed it down, a tingling sensation ran through her. Any fatigue or pain was gone, she no longer felt hungry or even thirsty. It was as if she had been delivered nutrients for an entire day.

Not only that but she felt a flood of positive emotion wash through her mind, she couldn't help but wear a smile, she didn't feel the need to smile. It felt almost perfectly natural.

Resting the empty cup down unto her lap, she stared at it before looking to her hands. Opening and closing them, they appeared to have softened. She moved those very hands up to her hair, finding that the strands had been brighter, full of life and clear of any split ends.

"What... Kind of magic is this?" She was aware of the Holy Queen's magic used for beauty treatments but never had she heard of something that could do this much at once.

"The Grail is a powerful tool, capable of many miracles, healing being one of them." Fenris moved the grail back to the arm of the chair, before lightly brushing the back of his left hand across her cheek. "Eternal Youth, happiness and great sustenance... Perhaps even Resurrection."

Her eyes widened briefly at this at the information, "You've created such an item?"

"It took over Thirty Gods to create such a thing," Fenris told a white lie, as it had been dropped by a World Enemy that fought over thirty, level one hundred, players.

Neia stared at the item as it was refilling itself slowly with water once again. "You are not going to have everyone commit mikva, are you?" It didn't sound realistic to make his entire flock immortal. She was having a hard time bending her head around the reason why he had her do this.

It was a gift, and a curse, she had never expected. Despite the fact that she remained felicitous and filled with delight, due to the effects of the Grail, she was still confused.

"Now from this Grail, no my girl, but from another hallowed vessel... One far less powerful..." His fingers moved beneath her chin, feeling the soft skin just above her larynx under her jaw.

Lemonbite shifted on Neia's head as he was speaking, sitting cross-legged as her wings playfully fluttered. "So he wishes to keep the lamb, or is she a lucky rabbit I wonder. Hm," wiggling her bare feet, she looked down at the silky blonde hair that donned Neia's head.

Neia shivered hearing her being compared to a lamb or a rabbit, both of which were often victims of a wolf, similar to that of a sheep she had been referred to as before. "Please don't make it sound as if Fenrir-sama is going to eat me, Lemonbite-dono, it leaves a sour taste in my mouth."

"Did... You just..."

"Ignore it Lemonbite," Fenrir chuckled as the fairy suddenly became angry, her eyes sharp. "You were the one teasing her first, let her get a shot at you."

"Uh..." Neia groaned slightly as she leaned to the side, the forced happiness fading shortly after. However, it seemed the other enchantments remained in effect, making her a level one immortal.

"Now," Fenrir uttered as he then let his forearm rest across her tight black leather pants, he toyed lightly with the rims of her boot. "Before we bless your people with my existence, you will have to become stronger. Even if you're immortal, you can be easily slain like any other human being. While I can resurrect you, it will be much more laborious to do so if there is no corporeal body."

She was aware that he wanted to make her stronger, but this had become an unexpected twist.

"Should you travel outside of the Citadel without me, Lemonbite will act as your guardian, and keep you safe from harm to ensure your well-being will never be at risk," Fenrir informed the girl of this and the Fairy Queen of her new duty at the same time.

"Awe!" Lemonbite fussed, crossing her arms with an obnoxious pout of playfully sarcastic protest, though nonetheless, she would follow through with his wishes. "As you wish Fenrir-sama..."

"Good my pint-sized angel," Fenrir grinned down at the fairy, who in turn smiled at him in return.

"What did you just call me!?" Lemonbite immediately fumed.

"I called you an angel," Fenrir grinned wider at this.

"Fenrir-sama, please don't anger her while she is on my head, she might get tangled in my hair!" Neia panicked slightly as she could feel the Fairy Queen moving about on her scalp.

"I'll try not to," Mused he would lightly straighten out her tunic as she remained seated upon his lap. It was clear she wasn't going to move since he had placed her there, likely trying to avoid disrespecting a proclaimed God such as himself.

Letting out a sigh of contentment, Neia reclined the back of her head against his chest, her eyes appearing to be glaring at his hand which was across her lap.

Lucifael and the other angels hovered on up to the Throne, before perching themselves upon the ledge overlooking the board below. "Oh? I guess you weren't wrong, Nidrennyius... Stupid Ophan," Uttered the fallen angel under her breath, her arms crossed in annoyance.

"What was that just now?" Fenrir pursed his lips teasingly as he rested his eyes on the three high standing Angels that were now before him.

"Oh, nothing, Father. The idiot Ophan simply cannot keep his observations to himself, as I am sure you know. Hmph..." She turned her head and closed one eye, resting the remaining on her 'father' in which created her.

"Hm... Yes, the God that created him did indeed have a habit of doing the very same thing... I do have to say though, he was really good at making puzzles out of the ordinary. Considering the Twilight Floor." Fenrir's eyes shifted over the Ophan for a few seconds as he chuckled aloud, enjoying the presence of others.