Demiurge laid back in his fiery throne while his crystal orbs observed the surroundings.

The endless fiery domain left by no other than his creator Lord Ulbert Alain Odle, truly a masterpiece.

He could only guess as to why the supreme beings had abandoned them. Were they dissatisfied with their performance? But then why haven't they reprimand them? Any of the denizens of the great tomb would do anything in their power to please their masters, the masters' wishes were absolute, they would do as ordered that is how they lived. They lived only so they could serve.

Demiurge lazily glanced at the kneeling lords of sin. It has been too long… too long since the last supreme being had left, far too long without commands to obey…

Over countless years they had planned for a way to follow their masters, their creators, but they could not leave this place. The tomb was forever their prison, a place from where there was no escape. In fact, they couldn't even leave their respected floors, and thus all the meetings took place via {message}, though for the past decades Demiurge only joined a few times, those few very also spent with consoling the guardians. Aura and Mare, those kids never did grow up…

Demiurge had retired to his own devices in the past millennia.

Today was another ordinary day, just like before… but then he felt something that shouldn't be possible. He sensed the presence of an intruder, a human. Impossible. — He thought, as he felt the dusty gears turn inside his skull once more. It has been an eternity since anyone managed to reach this floor. He might have to fight. The exhilarating feeling — to do something for the supreme beings — had prompted him to move as he dived into the endless magma separating the area.

…

He didn't expect to hear that the human could bring him out. He had all but given up at this point, but he would humor the cattle. If it were a false hope, then he would make sure that hell would be a vacation the intruder craved above all after he was done with him.

He crafted a contract in a matter of seconds, which the mortal signed with rather brazenness. Maybe he didn't care? Oh. — It dawned on Demiurge. Of course… A mere mortal couldn't possibly read the sacred language of the supreme beings… Well, what is done is done, that was a tier 6 spell contract, so long as one party had enough magic resistance the contract's lash back would be nullified, so Demiurge could always just weasel his way out of it if the need arose.

He felt a strong pull on his being, a primordial force that couldn't possibly be the result of his contract, as he felt the anchors holding him to the tomb weakening, he broke out in mad laughter.

One day he would return, the seven lords of sin would do a good job in his absence, considering ever since the last supreme being's disappearance no intruder was spotted, other than this human… He was sure that his colleagues of Ainz Ooal Gown would be safe.

"I am coming, my lords I will find you. I swear."

…

He found himself standing in a dark room surrounded by humans. From the looks of it they were children. Demiurge let loose his demonic aura to gage their strength, underestimating an unknown would be foolish, and he was anything but. The stone floor cracked under him as a dark crimson aura surfaced, enveloping his body in a blazing inferno.

There was terror written all over the humans' faces, and oh how he loved that. Sweet, sweet despair! He missed it dearly, it has been far too long since he could torment humans.

He couldn't contain himself and let out a deep sinister laugh.

"HA-AHH-HAHA-HA-HAH-H-AH"

He adjusted his glasses after his sudden outburst, and let the words slowly slip off his tongue.

"Finally, I… am… free."

It had its desired effect, as the humans shrank even more under his gaze.

The form of the fiend continued to grow in their eyes as everyone present was crushed into the ground under the unearthly pressure.