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[the-blind-geisha]

An Empty Heart Full of Memories - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Momonga sighed, reclining back on the mighty throne on the Tenth Floor. It was always a sad thing to be reminded of the past and all that had come and gone. So many members of Ainz Ooal Gown had left. At least, that was what he was to assume at this point as so many had given him their armor and valuables to keep.

Thinking back on Demona and how he was shocked she even logged in, his temptation got the better of him and he brought up the NPC roster, which listed all NPCs of Nazarick. His bony finger tapped away at the list, scrolling not too far to find Cheshire’s character sheet and attributes.

Name: Cheshire

Level: 100

Epithet: Soul Devouring Menace

Alignment: Extreme Evil

Sense of Justice: -500

Racial Level: Imp (10) |  Hell Beast (5) | Other (20)

Job Level: Soul Devourer (15) | Demonic Essence (5) | Shapeshifter (10) | Soul Guard (10) | Guardian (10) | Other (15)

Passive Abilities: Fire resistance | immune to charm spells

HP: 100

MP: 50

Physical Attack: 80

Physical Defense: 95

Agility: 35

Magic Attack: 25

Magic Defense: 90

Resistance: 100

Special: 80

Biography

A large, grotesque demon with many fiendish maws, the hell beast used to devour the souls of the many in the pits of hell. It takes on the appearance of a seemingly normal feline to stalk whatever new prey is on its list. If its Creator, Demona, sees the soul worthy of redemption, she will allow it to be set free from her hellish pet’s belly. Very few are worthy of this grace in the feline’s eyes, sometimes devouring gluttonously without her say.

Even if it was the angel herself who has kept him caged, he acts not as her inferior but as her guardian in return—often offering advice with good graces he only intends to give her alone.

Momonga knew the true appearance of the demon cat. It was so large it could practically double as a mount for Demona. The cat would appear with a rather large maw with an unnaturally long tongue to use as a lance at times to spear the enemies he wished to collect the souls from. But the mouths appeared all over him in that form. On the side of his neck, under his belly, and even on his back left leg. Constantly, they would interchange on his figure. The face of the feline would tear into an unnaturally longer expression with the fur and skin peeling back to expose the bones underneath just below his eyes.

Tabula had assisted her in creating the most unassuming creature to the best of his ability that would fit her tastes.

I’m a bit surprised he didn't encourage her to write something longer, he thought playfully to himself, knowing it took Tabula forever to come up with his three NPC’s backstories.

Momonga hesitated for a moment, debating on whether or not to open up Demiurge’s information. He had already fought off temptation not too long ago, shortly after Ulbert’s ominous last words to him so many months ago.

“You don't plan on returning?” Momonga remembered asking Ulbert.

“I don't know. Maybe.” Ulbert looked up at the gear he offered over to Momonga to keep locked away if he ever were to need it for something. “I have… there are other things I need to do, really. The game can’t take up all my time.” He tried to laugh off something in his words. Momonga could tell.

“What about Demona? She still plays.”

Ulbert went quiet for a moment, making the guild leader worry he said something wrong. “Yeah. And that makes me worried.”

“Eh?”