Edit AN: Just a few minor fixes to some spelling and adding in a couple things that I had forgotten about.

AN: I'm not sure if the title of this story is already in use so if it is, please let me know. This is more or less just an experimental story at the moment. Not really planning on putting much effort into this unless people seem to like it. Generally, this will be considered an Ainz plus one other supreme being in the literal sense. A few NPC's created by this OC and that's it. Otherwise, the world stays the same and will change according to the new characters' influence. I'm not going to use Japanese honorifics and wording in this unless it's something minor like creature names and such. I will not be using the broken up speech that some people seem to prefer when Cocytus speaks. It breaks things up too much in my opinion.

When people add in OC's as supreme beings in Overlord fanfictions I usually see them leaning towards combat oriented builds and such. I'm going with something that I haven't seen done yet as far as I know. This OC leans more towards support, buffs, debuffs, magic based around illusions, mind control, and other things of the like. Let me know what everyone thinks of this concept.

Just a general FYI, I suck at describing things overall. Yeah, not one of my strong suits. The main characters that you already know how they look will not be described in too much overall detail if I can avoid it. I've only watched the anime but I've read a lot of the wiki and other various Overlord fanfics. I just haven't gotten around to buying any of the other LNs or other various media associated with Overlord.

Basic disclaimer. I do not own Overlord. If I did, horrible things would happen and the story wouldn't have been nearly as awesome. I only claim ownership of the OC's I created for the purposes of this fanfiction.

Prologue: That escalated quickly…

Great Tomb of Nazarick 9th floor

Momonga sat at his guildmasters seat at the grand circular table that took up Ainz Ooal Gown's conference room on the ninth floor. He had just finished his short conversation with HeroHero before he had logged out for the last time. "Dammit! This sucks! How could he just…" Momonga trailed off as an alert crossed his interface.

[Baphomet has logged in]

Momonga sighed as he calmed himself down. "No… no one abandoned the guild and all the hard work we put into making the Great Tomb of Nazarick." He manipulated his interface as he checked on Baphomet's current in-game status. "Well… at least I can count on Gramps to show up. Being the oldest among us, he always said he considered us his surrogate family in a sense. It wouldn't be right if he wasn't here until the end."

Momonga looked back to the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown as it floated lazily in its case. "He had it rough near the beginning with that horrendous divorce he had to endure. His marriage ended up just being a farce. All just to get at what few patents that he had ownership of left."

An audio alert caught his attention as a [message] connected. [I really thought that they'd never let me out of there today. I may be an important part of their engineering team, but dammit I'm old! I'm not cut out for working constant overtime!] The irritated voice of his longtime friend came across in a message.

[Working you as hard as they can get away with as usual I see.] Momonga replied.

Baphomet audibly coughed for several seconds before he responded. [Ugh, tell me about it. So, where are you currently at? I'm not about to miss the shutdown and subsequent destruction of all the hard work and time we put into this place.]

[I'm in the conference room right now.]

[Ok. See you in a few seconds.]

Baphomet's avatar teleported into the room a few seconds later. His avatar took the shape of a relatively fit human man's torso with the hooved feet and head of a great ram. Some may say that it was similar to Ulbert's in a sense, but Baphomet would beg to differ. "My horns are more dignified and cultured than what that world disaster has." He would always say. His hands were currently empty at the moment while he was adorned in his usual divine gear. A jewelers eyepiece hung from a necklace around his neck. Other than that, his gear was mostly unassuming as he preferred a more utilitarian look. "Why put more effort than necessary into making something look good if it doesn't add much to its function?"

He had a dark crimson mantle draped across his shoulders as his clothes underneath resembled that of what a 21st century illusionist would wear during a performance. There was a mostly open white long coat covered in pockets of uniform size dotting its surface. A rather simplistic blue button up long sleeve shirt with various silver cufflinks was under the coat. His legs appeared human down to his upper calves where his white colored fur started and hooved feet ended. Overall, his stature was close to Momonga's avatar in height albeit slightly taller with his curved horns.

In real life, Baphomet's name was David. He was also getting ready to turn fifty four years old in a few more days. He was one of the few members of the guild with an actual college education. An education that he had earned before the collapse of world governments and the corporate takeovers.

"Hey Gramps. I haven't seen you online in a few days." Momonga said as he looked over to where Baphomet had teleported.

Baphomet gave a half hearted sardonic laugh at that. "Yeah… it's almost like they expect me to literally live in the office now. I know that I'm one of the few that are actually college educated there, but still! I'm not young anymore…"

"I know… HeroHero was just here. He's going through the same thing right now with all the constant overtime they're having him do." The overlord sympathetically replied.

Baphomet slumped as he sighed heavily and gave a frowning emoticon. "Poor kid. I hope he can endure what he's going through. I've seen too many like him worked to death by their jobs."

"Yeah…" Momonga coughed as he looked back to the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown once again while thinking of a way to change the subject. "Do you think anyone will mind if I take the guild weapon around The Great Tomb of Nazarick one last time?"

Baphomet tilted his head as he gave a winking emoticon. "Hah! Ulbert would probably take this time as his last chance to ham things up as much as he could before the end! I say do it. What's the harm in enjoying things one last time."

Momonga nodded at that. "Yeah… one last time…"

The two of them proceeded to visit the various places of the tomb that they could in the meantime. They came across homunculus maids and other NPC's as they reminisced on fond memories of the times the guild had together. Coming upon the Pleiades battle maids and their leader, Sebas Tian, Momonga spoke up. "Let's take them to the throne room with us."

"Ok sounds good." Baphomet said as he had an idea and snapped his fingers. "Oh! I'll go get the girls and bring them along too. See you in a few minutes in the throne room." The 'girls' referred to the four succubus NPC's that he had spent a lot of money on creating at one point to aid in his scrying and intelligence gathering of the guilds various PvP targets.

"See you in a few minutes, then." Momonga replied as Baphomet's avatar teleported away. "What was the command again…? Oh right, follow."

Throne room

Momonga sat on the Throne of Kings as the Pleiades and Albedo stood by. He had just finished entering something into a console in front of him as the doors to the throne room opened up and Baphomet and his four succubus NPC's followed him inside.

Baphomet looked up to Momonga on the throne holding his head for some reason and muttering something to himself. He saw the console open in front of him but couldn't see what was on it at the moment. "Ready for one last show!" Baphomet called out as he continued walking towards the Throne of Kings with his arms held wide.

"ACK!" Momonga nearly cried out as he hurriedly closed his console and looked very sheepish for some reason.

"ACK?!" Baphomet mocked back as he got closer. "Someone only does something like that if they think they're doing something wrong or embarrassing." He coyly said as he stopped next to Momonga. "So… which one is it?"

Momonga couldn't look at Baphomet as he muttered. "...ing."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you." Baphomet said as he put up an emoticon with a smug raised eyebrow and putting a hand to his ear as he leaned in.

"I did something embarrassing, ok!" Momonga finally said as he slumped in his throne.

Baphomet simply shrugged as he leaned back as if to say, 'none of my business.' "Eh, oh well. Everybody needs secrets now and then you know."

"Yeah…" Momonga sheepishly agreed as he looked to Baphomet's custom NPC's. "Those are the girls huh. I haven't seen you bring them out in a while now."

"Haven't really seen a need to lately. The player base has really suffered this last year or so." Baphomet answered as he looked over his creations.

The first one in line was a sensual beauty on par with Albedo leaning more towards the demonic side of succubi traits. She had golden blonde hair that cascaded down her back ending in light curls near the ends. Her horns started at the edges of her forehead and curled back over her hair and pointed upwards at the back of her head. Her dark wings were bat-like and started in between her shoulder blades while her tail was long and spade tipped. She was shorter than Albedo and just as busty, making her breasts appear larger on her frame while not being so. Her attire consisted of a dark corset over a very low cut crimson dress that was just as short on her legs. She wore sandals that tied up along her calves in an intricate pattern. Her name was Lilith.

The second was a very lithe and athletic looking young woman with a modest bust and orange-red hair that stopped before her shoulders. Her horns were short and simple and stuck out several inches from the top sides of her head. She was taller than Lilith, but not by a large margin. Her clothes were made up of a simple skin tight dark bodysuit that covered her body except for her lower arms and calves with armor pieces in various places. Her chest plate only covered the underside of her breasts and served as a kind of pushup bra if you thought about it. She had armored gauntlets and arm guards along with armored greaves on her legs. Her overall look leaned more towards tomboyish for the most part. A decorative belt with a silver buckle adorned with Baphomet's symbol covered her waist. Her wings and tail were much like Lilith's except they had a tint similar to the color of her own hair. Her name was Cynthia.

The third had a more educated look to her as her large circular glasses and shoulder length light green hair made her take on the appearance of a typical cute and friendly librarian. Her clothes were more simplistic compared to the others as she wore a dark dress with a very modest look to it. The small curled horns that went around the edges of her ears were proof of her demonic heritage. Her full c-cup breasts had a large book clutched in her hands covering them. Her wings and tail had a slight green tint to them matching her hair color. Her name was Cathy.

The last had a very distinct kunoichi look to her with her dark purple ninja garb and matching face mask that covered the lower half of her face. Her breasts seemed to be straining against their confinement within her clothes. Her dark purple hair was tied up into a long ponytail that went down to her lower back. Her horns started at the edges of her forehead and curved backwards around the sides of her head in the form of a natural crown of sorts. She had on armored arm guards with dark skin tight gloves on underneath. Her feet were covered with sandals of the same dark purple as her outfit with armored shin and knee guards. Her waist had various pouches and pieces of equipment tied to a sturdy looking belt. Much like her sisters, her wings and tail had the same color tint as her own hair. She was the tallest of them at nearly Albedo's height. Her name was Shana.

All of their eyes matched the colors of their hair.

Momonga looked over them as a thought occurred to him. "You and Peroroncino really got into making those girls of yours, didn't you?" He laughed silently as he put up a laughing emoticon as his avatar shook in mirth.

"Urgh… I thought we agreed to never speak of my midlife crisis again." Baphomet joked as he rubbed the back of his head while laughing in mortification.

"What was it you said again? Oh right, 'every demon lord needs his harem of succubi' wasn't it?" Momonga egged on as Baphomet squirmed.

Baphomet sighed at that as he slumped. "Yeah… I'm not living that one down, am I?"

"Nope." Momonga agreed as he popped the p.

Baphomet took in a deep breath as he put a hand on Momonga's bone pauldron. "It's been fun, you know. I considered all of you like my own children in a sense."

"Yeah, you always did what you could to help everyone out with their various projects whenever you had time to." The guildmaster admitted with a heavy heart.

"My build and job classes certainly made all of their various experiments go faster than usual. And people called my Researcher job class useless. Pah! That only let me learn the right combinations and enchantments to use to get the best out of everything." Baphomet boasted before he looked over to the flags of the various guild members. "Hey, don't be so glum. At least we're here to honor all of our friends collective memories to the very end."

Momonga then pointed up to the flags as he and Baphomet took turns naming all of the guild members flags.

They got to the end as Baphomet made one last off hand comment before the clock struck midnight. "This is gonna hurt. Forced log outs really do a number on my old and abused noggin."

Momonga snorted at that. "Please… your brain has aged quite well if you ask me."

"Oh really. How's it aged?"

"Like feta cheese." Momonga openly laughed at his own joke.

Baphomet went to retort but stopped and laughed at his own expense instead. "Let's meet up again in the next game if we can."

23:59:59

00:00:00

00:00:01

"Uh… what?" Baphomet dumbly uttered as he was expecting the headache that came with being forcibly logged out of his dive headgear.

The two of them looked at each other in confusion as they both made the same motions with their hands to bring up their in-game consoles.

"My consoles not working." Momonga mumbled as he went through the motions to try and message someone.

"Yeah, mine neither." Baphomet responded half paying attention as he also did what he could to bring up anything at all.

"This doesn't make any sense…" The overlord trailed off.

"Seriously?! The fuck is going on here?!" Baphomet shouted out crassly.

They both stopped as they finally noticed it. Their voices weren't their normal voices. And Baphomet openly cursed when his safe speech mod would've normally censored that.

"Lord Momonga? Lord Baphomet? Is something the matter?" A beautiful voice called to them from Albedo's kneeling position.

They both looked over to Albedo and something that they thought could never happen was occurring. Albedo was speaking and moving without being given any commands.

"Please?! If something is wrong, let me know so that I can rectify it at once!" Albedo pleaded as she stood and moved closer to Momonga.

"Lord Baphomet?" A sensual voice called to him from his side. Lilith had stood and moved closer to her Lord and creator as well with clear concern in her voice.

Baphomet turned to look and was immediately stunned by what he saw. Lilith had pursed her lips and had a concerned look in her eyes as she looked up to him. His position to Momonga's left had given him the perfect angle to look down her dress and into the cleavage of her large breasts. 'WHOA!' Was Baphomet's immediate thought process in that moment. He was experienced when it came to women but it had been years since he had last laid eyes on such a beautiful woman up close.

Momonga seemed to strain his voice for a moment before he calmed down and spoke. "The GM call function isn't working."

Baphomet leaned over and whispered. "Nevermind the GM call function. They're fucking talking dude!"

Albedo bowed in deference as she answered. "Please forgive this humble servant. But I do not know of this 'GM' call function you speak of. Have mercy on me for I…"

She was cut off as Baphomet finally composed himself and lifted a hand in her direction as he spoke in a deep and calming tone. "Albedo… it's fine. We're confused as well. Something that we didn't expect just happened." She easily calmed down at his behest. He looked back to Momonga as he released his grip on the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown as they both watched it float lazily as it normally would in-game.

'Is it alright if I give them commands?' Momonga mused internally. 'She listened to Baphomet just now and calmed down.' Screwing his confidence as guildmaster up, Momonga gave out his first command. "Sebas."

"Lord."

"Sebas. Step outside of the Great Tomb and confirm the surroundings of Nazarick." Momonga said in a commanding baritone voice that wasn't his own just a minute ago.

"By your command, Lord. I shall return once my task is completed." Sebas replied in a dignified voice fitting of his position as head butler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Baphomet motioned for Sebas to wait a moment. "Shana. Accompany Sebas in his task. Use your skills to keep the two of you hidden from any and all possible unknowns."

"Yes, Lord. It shall be done." Shana replied with a prompt salute across her chest from her kneeling position.

Baphomet nodded as he looked back to Momonga.

"Pleiades. Head to the ninth floor and guard against possible intruders." Momonga gave out his next command as he struggled with what to do in this chaotic situation.

"As you wish my Lord. It will be done." The proper yet stern voice of Yuri Alpha answered her Lords' command.

"Cynthia, Cathy. Join the Pleiades in their task for the time being. Lilith. Stay here with us for now." Baphomet gave out his own orders after Momonga's.

"Y-y-yes Lord!" Cathy timidly said as an energetic "OK!" came from Cynthia.

Baphomet stepped over to Momonga and whispered to him. "What the hells going on?! Did they push back the shutdown or something?"

"I don't know either! Something's not right at all! They're listening to and following our commands like they never have before." Momonga whispered back.

"So… have any commands for me, Lord?" Albedo asked in a suggestive tone.

They both looked back up to Albedo before Baphomet's attention was suddenly grabbed full force by a cheerful shout of "LORD BAPHOMET!" As Lilith had jumped towards her Lord in a full force four limbed hug that buried him face first into her cleavage. Lilith's tail and wings were excitedly twitching about as Baphomet flailed for a few moments as his hands roamed around trying to get a grip on her. Her movements almost seemed to purposely place his hands in just about every spot instead of ones that would allow him to pry her off of him. She was happily giggling and laughing away as Baphomet inadvertantly groped her to her utter delight.

'Well, I guess that answers that question. He was grabbing just about every place possible that would've been prohibited in YGGDRASIL before this all happened. And OH MY GOD! Is her tail going for his pants now?!' Momonga motioned a cough as his emotional inhibitor kicked in. "That's quite enough, Lilith." Lilith looked over with a momentary pout on her face as she released her four limb grip on Baphomet and dropped back to the floor.

Baphomet stood there stunned for a moment before he audibly cleared his throat and straightened out his clothes. "Well… I can say with all certainty that that's the first time that's ever happened to me."

'Yeah, no kidding!' Momonga mused in his head. "Albedo, Lilith. Inform all the floor guardians excluding Victim and Gargantua to gather in the sixth floor amphitheater in one hour."

Albedo seemed a little down at not being able to accost her Lord like Lilith had with her creator, but orders took priority over everything else. "Yes Lord. At once."

Baphomet shared a thankful look with Momonga before he teleported away in a flash of light. Momonga followed him shortly after.

Sixth floor amphitheater

Momonga appeared near one of the entrances to the colosseum to a peculiar sight. Baphomet was facing the wall and adjusting his clothes in a rather obvious manner. Momonga broke out into short lived laughter that was immediately shut down by his emotional inhibitor. "Well… that certainly happened."

"Yeah! No fucking kidding!" Baphomet sarcastically said as he continued to adjust himself properly. "Um…" he cleared his throat. "I just realized that I let Peroroncino help me to write their back stories." His golden eyes almost comically widened. "OH GOD! I let Peroroncino help me write their back stories!"

AN: Well, that's it for now. If you guys want me to continue this let me know. I wrote this in a day pretty much. If I get enough feedback I'll add another chapter finishing this arc. Like I said before, this is just an experiment to see if anyone is interested in this idea of mine.

For now, I ride my 18 wheeled stallion.