Prologue: King Nothing

Player Intel:

Name: Momonga

Race: Heteromorphic. Dracula. The only type of vampire higher than a True Vampire. A Dracula is among the most powerful, intelligent, and, more often than not, ambitious of their kind. They are vampires that are so powerful that they are no longer weakened by the sun and gain +15 to all stats in the night. The night also gifts them with the ability to overcome class restrictions for up to 5 minutes. Every person who they suck dry of blood is added into the collection of souls a Dracula has trapped within them and they can use the spell [Mortal's Mask] to make themselves look like one of those they have devoured.

Height: 8ft 2in

Appearance: Extremely pale skin. Shoulder length black hair. Red eyes. Stubble along upper lip and chin. Every tooth in his mouth is a fang, like most Draculas. Typically wears a crimson cape with a high collar in addition to black light armor or black robes. (Looks like the damn picture for this story).

Additional information: Momonga is the Guild Master of Ainz Ooal Gown, Ruler of The Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, and earned the nickname "The Antichrist of Yggdrasil" do to his cruel strategies that caused numerous players to "rage quit." His Vampiric abilities, much like his MP far outstrip the maximum that most players are capable of having, earning him a nickname as "Father Blood" or "The First Vampire" which he would especially use when roleplaying with the rest of Ainz Ooal Gown. He is extremely devoted to his guild mates and the guild itself. However, as more and more people have been leaving Yggdrasil, including his former comrades, he has become increasingly bitter.

Momonga sat upon his throne in the Great Tomb of Nazarick with a glum expression on his face. In his hand he held a skull-like goblet full of blood which he occasionally took sips from as the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown floated to his left.

He let out a depressed sigh for what must have been one hundredth time as his red eyes glared at the countdown timer. There were only about five minutes left until Yggdrasil's servers would be shut down. Momonga was still fuming over what Herohero had said just before he left a few minutes ago.

"See you IRL?" he scoffed. "Yeah, right."

Let's meet again. We'll catch up some time. I'll be back. He had heard them all. One by one his friends from Ainz Ooal Gown had left. They abandoned the guild, they abandoned Nazarick, they abandoned HIM! Once Yggdrasil was shut down he would have nothing. No friends, no family. Just memories and a dead end job in a world ruined by pollution.

"DAMN YOU ALL! WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!?" Momonaga half shouted half cried to himself.

Momonga glanced around at his surroundings in the throne room and rested for a moment on each of the banners, lingering a second longer on his own, which was an emblem of a fanged skull with bat wings sprouting rom the sides of its head, and finally his gaze landed on the NPCs gathered in the throne room with him.

Well, at least I'm not the only one whose been abandoned. What can I say? Misery loves company.

Momonga glanced at the countdown once more. Two minutes left. He looked to his right where Albedo stood. She was absolutely beautiful. Perfect in every way. The only problem was that, like all the NPCs, her face was forever frozen in an expressionless gaze. He stared at her for a few more moments before glancing back to the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown

Might as well screw around a bit. Not like anything I do will matter.

He then used the staff to start looking through Albedo's settings.

Let's see…..blablabla…Overseer of the Floor Guardians…. Yadayadayada….. Succubus…. boringboringboring wait. What's this? "Is a total slut?" Goddammit Tabula! I'm DEFINITELY changing that!

And with that final thought that definitely won't have any future consequences he used the staff to start changing "Is a total slut" to "Is in love with Momonga."

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," he chuckled to himself. "Oh, well. It's not like I'm ever going to get married IRL so I might as well just let myself have this while I can."

With his changes saved he leaned back in his throne and looked at the timer. Thirty seconds left.

Well it was fun while it lasted. Who knows? Maybe I really will see them again.


Goodbye Nazarick. I will never forget you.


I wish it could've lasted forever.


Momonga opened his eyes. He was still in Nazarick.

What the hell? Was the shutdown delayed or something?

"My lord?" A soothing, angelic voice called out. "Is everything alright?"

Momonga slowly turned his head to stare at Albedo who had slightly moved from her usual position and was staring at him with concern in her eyes. He glanced back at the other NPCs who were also looking at him. Everything about them was so lifelike from the concern in the NPCs eyes to the quirked eyebrow of Sebas.

The NPCs had come to life.

Oh. Shit.