8. The End to a Battle

The battle of ages had begun.

Flames scorched the ground, caused even the skies to heat up. The immortal phoenix of the 72 pillars of the underworld, showed its true colours letting the world admire in its beauty.

They all had hope for the boy, his strength portraying their lineage, flames burning in passion as it devoured all who were unworthy to stand at its side. Fierce it was, consuming everything in its path. The name was never for the show, proving once more to each and every residents that its strength never should be overlooked.

With great speed, he crossed the distance between his enemy, his only thorn to the path of glory. Issei was his name. Punching him across the coliseum was the first intent of this legendary bird. Doing so, he followed with a barrage of kicks and more punches, continuing over and over again.

To, lady Grayfia, this was the image conveyed to her mind. The battle was one-sided, without even giving issei any time to stand, he beat him up again and again. To others, it was a symbol of superiority, this fight showed the disparity between humans and devils but to her, nostalgia, crept upon her heart.

Her eyes lost their light from the moment her family threw her to the wolves. War converged the entirety of the Underworld. Unlike her brother, she was never too strong, her heart was weak as well going to those pitiful weaklings and so she judged as useless by her family.

The once proud and selfish women now, became like a used piece because she simply never knew her place. When Sirzechs, took her as his wife, it was not for love.

No, he abhorred her, hated her to no end. After all, her family was his greatest enemy but again he took pity on her, let her alive on the condition of a political marriage. Even so, she wished for love to bloom between one another, hoped for a future where she could at least gain a bit of happiness.

But again she was disappointed, Sirzech's love belonged to his family, his own mother to be more critical. Venelana Gremory, the women who stood alive since centuries-long, reigning on, one of the oldest pillars to belong on the underworld. She was heartbroken, to know that Sirzechs, never was his and never will be. If his mother commanded to kill her on spot he would do so, for he never held even an ounce of affection for her.

She was just a political tool, used for his convenience.

And so, accepting her lot on this life, she became a maid, the reason being extremely selfish. In her maid persona, she was not a Gremory. Not even a noble but someone licking their feet, all day long.

A lowly being, suited for this position, the frown on the full-blooded Gremory changed to hidden smiles. She knew why, seeing their greatest enemy's daughter, cater to their every whim gave them pleasure and so she accepted it, her life as a doll soon began.

Once more, she was here watching another, like her, thrown around like a bug.

If it was not for their use to increase the devil population, the nobles each and everyone would have spat on the moment, a human boy like him made his appearance known.

Even still, this boy came but for what? To get humiliated, beaten and tossed like a rag doll. Again, she held her head in agony. Those eyes mocking him with their looks, those expressions and their conceited smile, each and every aspect was trying to break the dam in her mind. She endured and endured, however, for an individual their still had a limit to everything.

She held her sanity with the mask of a maid. Even that, seemed to crack more often. She though the result would again be the same. He would lose and afterwards become a toy for Riser. His sacred gear already made others know of its value and devilish instinct to possess it screamed.

He was like prey, for others to hunt. They will come, make false promises that could never be fulfilled and finally enslave him to their harem. Harem, the sanctity of these words lost to these individuals, living for hundreds of centuries. Sex means nothing to one, who can immortalize the most beautiful of women if they want.

Like appetizers they would be used, to fuel their sick fetishes. She just hoped, that boy would be smart enough to not fall in their insidious traps.

A deal with the devil is never beneficial to both parties and more so, if the soul is not up for a bargain. You would get ripped apart for centuries to come.

The battle was coming to an end as Riser in his confidence began mocking him, criticizing his actions. Looking as he was a lowly mutt, with none the value.

She looked away, for this broke her from inside. The image of issei coinciding with her.

Ainz Pov:

He was getting beat up, thrown like a rag doll. He was an overlord and pride was his accomplishment. Each and every action of this individual brought out his anger but still, it was not enough.

"[Welsh Dragon Emperor: Second Liberation]" The form of his gauntlet changed once more but still.

'Partner, if you wish so, you can right now, fight. But it seems you are close, very close to the balance breaker. Because of your innate power, the requirements of my infernal state is already somewhat met'

'I can endure if humiliation is the requirement to further unlock your power than I will do so. But, however, I still stand on my words, your fetishes are weird, Ddraig'

'Huh.'

'Getting emotional to just use this power when it is hard for me to have intense emotions. Its blatantly, either a sex tool or a BDSM equipment for sure'

'It's not my fault that its requirement sequence is like that. After all, this weapon was never meant for emotionless gods but for an emotional teenager in the devil and human culture. For you, having a burst of emotion will unlock it right now. After all, your children, don't have eyes specifically on this place. If not now, they will interfere every time, you try to do so in the future and it will be fun to see, what an angry god looks like'

'Is that so, then I will put a good show for you' Again, he was kicked on his chin flying on one of the broken pillars of this coliseum.

Ainz stood up once more trying to look desperate. After all, because of his physical immunity, none of Riser's attack did any sort any damage. His clothes dirtied at most.

However, as each and every resident was drunk on this show. allowed them to miss this specific quirk.

"Give up, boy. You already stand on you last legs, what more can you expect to happen, now?" Trying his best to act as a melodramatic hero in the verge of death, Ainz stood on one leg,

"N-never.I-i will never give up on her..." These words further incited his rage. Once again he was thrown on another of its pillars. Seeing his tenacity to never give brought something out of those spectators watching this battle. To Ainz, However, it seemed as, in a PvP mock battle, the attendants now cheered for him, someone who had no chance in victory and ire slowly grew against Riser.

"Don't give up. Beat that chicken wings to seven hells..." A muscular man's face showed on a transparent screen. He considered that he won some of their hearts.

'Hu...its done partner, ten minutes is what you will have'

"It seems that I too am to make my final stand, Riser I will beat you...here and now..."Slowly and dramatically standing up like a tragic hero, Ainz raised his hand.

"Big words from a broken toy"

"I may be a broken toy but the acceptance from Rias, the friendship I had with Kiba no matter how small or inconsequential even...their words and actions is what brought me here and gave me the power to face you. I will take you down, take my words to your heart, pke...Riser"

"Welsh Dragon: Over-boost"

"See, Riser this is what you never had!! The trust of your friends and the support of those allies..."

Suddenly, Ainz's body glowed bringing to the surprise, of each and every resident, watching this glorious battle. Covering the entirety of his body in scales of an ancient dragon. Once that commanded fear not only from the denizens of the underworld but every faction altogether and now it stood with a fury in its eyes.

Riser in his anger threw a massive fireball on him but it seemed his efforts were futile to the end.

Ainz walked, slowly and steadily. Riser from his threw fireball after fireball trying to scorch Ainz in its unyielding fury.

"Impossible" But none of it touched him, simply disappearing altogether, at the moment of contact. Irrationality crept on his heart, seeing none of his attacks work, made him desperate.

"You dare, come and try to break this sacred marriage between two pillars?!! It's important for the future of our kind, even so, you still wish to dissolve that? How dare you?!!"

But still, he walked, unperturbed to what this cockroach, in front of him was planning for him. Judging riser's ability to be below level 60, Ainz was confident that he could handle whatever Riser had in his arsenal.

"I don't care about what your lineage talks of. I care for those who once aided me and so I'm here to return a favour even if its destroy's the underworld, I will not stop. So, come at me with everything you have, fiery bird of passion."

A phoenix was strong, their might stood tall even against large dragons but still they one weakness. Their feeble mind,

"[boost][boost][boost][boost][boost][boost][boost]"

Like a gale of strong wind, he disappeared alluding everyone's eyes. The speed combined with the overlord status plus the dragon made him hard to track even for Sirzech himself as his eyes were sharpened like a hawk.

Dust soon filled the area, causing the view of the battle to disappear from their eyes. They stood in anticipation of what was happening inside?

A few minutes later, the dust was cleared but now the image that stood on this coliseum baffled everyone, as it provided a bit of fear in the hearts of each and every resident.

Ainz looking from his periphery gazed at their reactions, Sirzech's looked shocked but again the maid beside him had a crazy expression similar to Albedo, making him think if she was watching him or not.

"Riser Phoenix is unable to Continue" Said the maid. Composing herself, she continued with a smile,

"The winner: Issei Hyoudou"

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Sorry, for not writing, was more focused on writing an Otome novel. But again, I'm happy to return to this series once again.

Let me know thoughts on what you expect for the future if any...