I am prepared to kill... How about you?

Momonga and Szrazyn had teleported out of the sixth floor and to one of the many marble hallways of the tenth floor. Momonga sighed, he wasn't a roleplay person, this took his best acting skills, if he even had any to begin with, and he was exhausted from doing it. Szrazyn saw this and was worried for the health of his friend.

"Tired?"

Momonga looked at Szrazyn and then looked down to the floor and nodded with a small sigh.

"Extremely, I never knew that acting was so tiresome."

"I've told you before that acting doesn't just take skill but also practice and experience. Hence why I am more relaxed. Well anything to add to today?"

"What the hell were their views on us?!"

"Ah, yes. I have seen snippets of their views on us and what they say is not entirely complete, for one, all of the guardians take into account that my title 'Star God' is what I truly am, a God, though their views on you especially are high."

At that, Momonga sighed, his knees felt weak so fast, he held his staff as if a cane. Szrazyn saw this and knew that Momonga will be forced to adapt to this new environment, to this new system he was forced into. For that, Szrazyn gave his friend one advice.

"If you need any help in this, I am here to assist you."

"Thank you, Zyn. I'll take that advice."

Szrazyn then walked off but before leaving Momonga, he told him.

"If you need me, use message."

"Where will you be?"

"A secret floor I created."

At that, Momonga laughed until his friend had teleported away then he remembered that his friend rarely lied about stuff like that. He flinched at the thought of Szrazyn creating a whole floor dedicated to whatever he wished.

* Amphitheater *

As the forms of the Lords teleported away, Albedo was the first to stand up, the twins followed with Mare having a few words to say to his sister.

"Th-that was really scary, sis."

"Seriously, I thought we were gonna be choked by the pressure!"

Behind the two, the gigantic thumps of Cocytus' feet echoed.

"To think they were this amazing."

Albedo faced the same direction her masters had stood at, holding her hands together in a prayer.

"So those are the 'Overlord' and the 'Star God' when they show us why they are called what they are."

Demiurge stood up, fixing his glasses in place.

"So it seems."

Cocytus turned to Demiurge, his gigantic form towering over the twins who were next to him.

"It seems they have answered our vow of fidelity."

"They were completely different when they were with us. Lord Momonga was so kind while Lord Szrazyn was so protective of us. Lord Momonga even gave us drinks when we seemed thirsty. Lord Szrazyn on the other hand kept on complimenting us!"

Unbeknownst to them, Albedo was twitching uncontrollably, maybe out of excitement or even... pleasure and euphoria?

"S-so that's what they're like as rulers. It was amazing!"

Albedo couldn't help it and just burst.

"It's just as you say! They responded to our feelings and acted just as the Supreme Beings they are! As expected of the creators! Out of all the 41 Supreme Beings, they are the ones at the top! They are merciful, they are the ones who stayed behind with us till the very end."

Behind Albedo was Sebas who stood up just a few moments ago.

"Then, I shall return first. I do not know where the lords went, but I should be by their side."

"Sebas, inform me if anything happens. Especially if Lord Momonga calls for me. I will rush to his side! No matter what I have to sacrifice in exchange! But please do tell Lord Momonga that I would need time if he calls me to his bedchamber. I would need to bathe first. Of course, if he wants me to go without bathing... "

The guardians were quite amazed at what Albedo said. Before Albedo spiraled out of control, Sebas responded.

"I understand. Then I shall take my leave, Floor Guardians."

Sebas bowed and walked off. Shalltear was the only one who was still kneeling, out of worry for her health, Demiurge checked on her.

"Is something the matter, Shalltear?"

Demiurge had asked.

"What is it, Shalltear?"

Cocytus added then Shalltear looked up to them. Everyone's gazes were on her.

"Th-their amazing presence had excited me so much that my underwear had gone through a bit of a crisis."

At that everyone sighed though Albedo had a short remark at what Shalltear said.

"You bitch!"

Her aura becoming visible, at that insult, Shalltear's own aura became visible as if to show that she wouldn't go down without a fight.

"What?! We just received so much of the Supreme Beings' energy! We got such a reward! A woman who doesn't get wet from something like that is crazy, you wide-mouthed gorilla!"

"You lamprey!"

"I was created this way by the Supreme Beings."

"That's the same for me, you know!"

Their sheer auras created gusts of wind. At that Demiurge looked at Aura.

"Aura, I shall leave the issues between women with other women."

"Wa- wait a minute, Demiurge! Are you planning on making me take care of this?!"

"Well not entirely. Though I shall only intervene if something happens."

Demiurge then walked off, out of the radius of the two maidens brawl. Mare followed with Cocytus following though without leaving a small remark.

"Goodness. Is this really something worth fighting over?"

"Cocytus!"

The three men had gone a few meters away from the females and started a conversation.

"I am quite interested in the outcome, though."

"Huh?"

Mare said, confusion filled both his remark and face.

"It would be a great addition to our forces for the future of the Tomb."

"Wha-what do you mean?"

"A great ruler should have an heir, yes?"

Mare continued listening to what Demiurge was saying.

"Lord Momonga and Lord Szrazyn stayed behind until the very end. Though, they may leave to whatever area the other Supreme Beings went to. It will be crucial for the Tomb if they would leave us heirs who we could pledge our undying loyalty to."

"Um, s-so you mean that one of them would give birth to one of the lords' heir?"

"What kind of blasphemy are you spouting?!"

Cocytus shouted, in his head, the very mention of what Demiurge stated, stood against everything he lived to uphold and protect.

"Well, Cocytus. Wouldn't it be nice to pledge ourselves to one of the lords' descendants, too?"

"Hm... That would be nice. No that would be wonderful! What a magnificent time! Ahh! To be called uncle! And the child wou-"

Cocytus walked off, in his own world where Momonga's or Szrazyn's child calling him uncle, maybe even getting a piggyback ride on his shoulders.

"By the way, Mare. Why are you dressed in such a feminine way?"

"Thi-this is something that Lady Bukubukuchagama chose for me. Uhm, she said I was 'otoko no ko,' so I-I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be a boy."

"Then I suppose all pre-adolescent males in the Tomb are supposed to be dressed like that. Well now. Cocytus! Please come back to reality!"

Cocytus then came back from his imaginative world.

"What a wonderful scene. That is a scene truly to be wished for!"

"Well, I'm happy for you then. Albedo! Shalltear! Are you both still fighting?"

"They're done fighting. Though, right now, they're... "

Aura had started to reply until Albedo cut in the conversation.

"We are deciding who shall be wedded to."

"It would be strange for one of the rulers of Nazarick to not have a wife. However it has yet to be decided if Lord Szrazyn wants one."

"That is very interesting, we were just talking about that, though unfortunately, we do not have the luxury of small talk so please, give us our orders."

"Yes, you're right. Shalltear, we shall discuss this at length in another time."

"I have no problems to that."

"Then, let us begin with the plans."

* Museum of the Ancients *

The Museum of the Ancients, the secret floor constructed by Szrazyn with the use of numerous builder scarabs. This whole floor is dedicated to the storing of all the most powerful of the Necron Empire's artefacts and even its greatest weapons, though some of the few items in the museum are people and especially important objects of different civilizations.

The size of the floor is equivalent to a dozen football fields, yielding millions of variously sized artefacts, shrunk with the use of molecular technology. Some of these artefacts are people and creatures that were captured and turned into 'trophies' by the Silent Emperor, most notable of these figures are both famous and infamous in the millions of civilizations of the galaxy.

General Mork who has been refitted with Necron technology by the orders of Szrazyn.

Then General Gork with his famous blacksteel war-axe 'Burnin' Axe'

Amariel Fíeran, Elder Farseer of the 'Eternal Gateway' wielding her personal staff.

And even the humans greatest leader and warrior, he is called by many things, to the dark false deities of the warp, he is 'Anathema,' to people he personally met, he is 'Revelation,' but to his subjects he is the God-Emperor, trapped in molecular stasis on his Golden Throne as if still on his Throneworld of Terra or Earth.

Guarding these dangerous artefacts are the personal guard of the Silent Emperor, the Supreme Attendants, built on bodies of black-necrodermis, these guardians are beyond any power imaginable, having the greatest of equipment possibly imaginable.

Inside of their bodies are energy cores that take their energy from the warp hence why of their purple energy. Over a hundred of these attendants are in stasis on the floor, keeping watch on the museum, preparing for the time to be reawakened by their immortal master or be awakened by foolish intruders, daring to try and steal from the Silent Emperor.

The floor had no entrance but was built to have 3 galleries being categorized at the danger and importance of the items located in these galleries. There are Planet-Class artefacts which solely effect the environment of a planet, these artefacts can be ships that are fitted to destroy planets through various means while the artefacts can also be devices that terraform worlds.

Genocide-Class artefacts are devices or weapons capable of destroying species to non-existence, be it through normal means such as the spilling of blood but also of biological means such as disease though even death through the soul is possible with these weapons. Lastly are the Universal-Class artefacts.

These artefacts are so destructive that whole galaxies can be affected by just using them, the prized possession of Szrazyn, the Blackstone Throne, is in this class, but destruction is not just the thing these artefacts do, some bring life while others make life easier and more luxurious.

Szrazyn had only one thing to acquire from the museum, the Matter Compressor, an artefact that was used multiple times in the War in Heaven that was fundamental in defeating the Old Ones, creating thousands upon thousands of scarabs by just using an apple.

Going through the halls of the museum, Szrazyn saw many of the artefacts his subjects had created, he only made 2 by himself, those were the Blackstone Throne and the other artefact is not something he wields but he gave, it is an artefact for a different time.

Walking for a few minutes, he had finally made it to the Matter Compressor. He then opened a portal and took an apple out, he then placed the apple on one of the platforms of the Matter Compressor and using a panel, the apple disappeared and on the adjacent platform were 50 Builder Scarabs.

Using psychic commands, 39 of the scarabs teleported to 'Storage' while ten of the scarabs teleported to the different floors of the tomb and would start at creating 'lines' that would allow inter-floor communication without any use of magic. While one scarab went beside of Szrazyn and then teleported with him to the entrance of Nazarick, to the surface.

* Surface *

On the surface, Momonga wore a steel-plated armor that was colored black with golden linings while a red cap hung over his shoulder and around his neck, in front of Mare, most likely giving him praises to doing his duty. Demiurge was behind him, intently listening to the conversation between Momonga and Mare. Szrazyn then flew to them with the scarab following him. Demiurge was the first to notice him and bow.

"It is good to see you, Lord Szrazyn."

"You do not need to bow everytime any of us arrive, Demiurge, it will take precious time for you to just bow to us, so please continue your duties."

"I apologize, Lord Szrazyn, I shall strive to do better in the future."

"You do not need to apologize but you are forgiven."

"What're you doing here, Szrazyn? And what is that?"

Momonga faced the builder scarab that floated next to Szrazyn.

"This is a builder scarab, it shall assist Mare in camouflaging the tomb and creating the dummy hills while also creating the communication lines that would allow communication without the use of magic."

"I see."

"What were you doing, my friend?"

"I gave Mare a guild ring as a reward for his duties."

"I see."

Mare then asked a question out of the blue which overwhelmed the lich.

"Uhm- Lord Momonga, why are you dressed like that?"

"W-well, that is... "

Out of nowhere, Albedo appeared behind Demiurge.

"It's simple, Mare."

"Albedo."

Momonga said, his voice did not allow it but Szrazyn sensed the mental surprise that his friend had from Albedo's sudden appearance.

"Lord Momonga didn't want to bother his subordinates while they were working. If we knew that Lord Momonga or Lord Szrazyn, we will force ourselves to greet, taking time and effort of our hands just to bow down to their power. Isn't that right, Lord Momonga? Lord Szrazyn?"

"As expected of Albedo! You know what I am thinking."

"As the leader of the floor guardians, this much is expected. I would understand your feelings."

"I-I see."

The shine of the Guild Ring glimmered in the moonlight of the sky. Shimmering as if the light of the sky solely was directed on it. Albedo was fixated on the ring, Momonga saw this and felt her aura and made a sound while also flinching.

"Is something the matter?"

"N-no, it's nothing. Right then Mare. Sorry for interrupting you. Return to your duty with the scarab."

He said as he then faced Mare.

"Y-yes. Then ,excuse me, Lord Momonga, Lord Szrazyn."

Momonga then faced Albedo once again.

"That's right! I should give one to you as well, Albedo."

"Give me one of what?"

Momonga then opened his palm and a green flame came, as it died, the form of a ring came.

"As the administrator of the guardians, you need this item as well."

Albedo then took the ring and bowed a little.

"Thank you very much, Lord Momonga."

Albedo then twitched a little. Momonga looked at her and immediately knew that something was up.

"W-work diligently for the tomb. Demiurge, I shall prepare one for you another day."

"I understand. I will work harder to be worthy of such a ring."

"Then I have done what I planned to do. I will return before I get into trouble. How about you Szrazyn?"

"I have done what I needed to do and so I shall return."

Both of them then teleported, back to the tomb. When their forms vanished, Albedo screamed in the air.

"ALL RIIIIIIIIGGHHHTTT!!!!!!"