During the early years of Ainz Ooal Gown, the guild managed to obtain the World-Level item known as ouroboros. Due to his dedication to the guild, the players decide to offer the special item to Momonga, the new guild master of Nazarick, as a gift i...
(Warning: Only read this fanfiction after reading the light novels and/or watching the anime. I do NOT own Overlord, I'm just a fan writing a story.)
(A/N: Video by 'Zero MS'.)
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Tashimī woke up in the comfort of his queen-sized bed, the crimson sheets offering a sense of warmth and softness that made the prince feel in true bliss. Sitting up with the covers around his waste, the Prince of Nazarick stretched his bones until they released a loud pop from their sockets.
As of right now, Tashimī was wearing a black and gold robe with an abundance of fur gathered at the collar and wrists. The skeletal prince wandered across his room towards his cupboard, searching for a set of royal clothing he could wear. It wasn't long before Tashimī found a lovely set of clothes. He inspected the intricate workings of his newest fashion choice, taking in every little detail that managed to catch his eye.
The Undead Prince had chosen an elegant set of raven-black robes with golden armour adorning the chest and shoulders. Chains ran down the stomach and dangled in front of his draped legs, which were completely enveloped by a long cloak that swayed mystically behind his feet. To continue the motif of his previous outfit, Tashimī added a hood to his outfit and used it to conceal his fleshless face, purple orbs glowing ominously in the sockets.
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[Exactly the image above, just without the candles on the shoulder pads.]
Tashimī quickly placed the robes over his decayed form, and found the material to be rather soothing when grinding against his bones. Upon further inspection, the prince discovered that a pair of leather strips ran from the back of his clothes to the bottom of his armoured wristbands, snapped in place by a golden hook that loomed underneath the gauntlets.
Sighing to himself, Tashimī inspected himself in the mirror, used a few fragrances to conceal the nature of his decaying form, and wandered towards his bedroom door. The fleshless royal slicked the handle and pulled the door towards him, watching intently as the intricate lights of Nazarick's hallways met his amethyst orbs.
Tashimī loomed above the carpeted flooring and began wandering down the hall, taking a left turn towards his father's office. The Prince of Death spent these few moments of silence to look back on his recent experiences within the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.
If he was being honest, the Pleiades really didn't meet his expectations; as the last line of defence against any intruders who wish to harm the Supreme Beings, Tashimī hoped the sisters would be able to at least damage him. However, the prince was met with sheer disappointment as they couldn't even scratch his first form.
