The Devil's Plaything
03 Jun 2020
Sebas's sympathetic heart gets the best of him and despite his better judgement, he takes pity upon and rescues the second girl who was being beaten in the brothel. Lord Ainz, needless to say, isn't too pleased with him for bringing home another stray, and as punishment does not grant her protection under his name. Demiurge sees her as easy prey and decides to lay claim to the human as his personal servant, partially just to piss off Sebas, but mainly to use her as his own plaything. She quickly learns that if she is to survive in the Devil's domain, the only way may be to grow horns herself.
Elements of Stockholm's syndrome and psychological abuse. Smut in almost every chapter because I have no self-control.
Just to be clear, this is not your usual Overlord fanfiction. If you are looking for sweet or fluffy romance with Demiurge, go elsewhere. In this fic, Demiurge is what he is. A Devil. Cruel, controlling, and self-serving. He attempts to mold the human into what he wants her to be. An obedient slave, a toy, his personal plaything.
As a demon, he indulges in pleasures of the flesh, both carnal and violent.
- Part 1 of The Devil's Plaything
18 May 2020
She still resides in the Tomb, but she feels like a stranger in her own home. The Guardians avoid her like the plague because in their eyes, she is but a painful reminder of their failure to protect their Supreme One. Feeling as though there is nowhere that she belongs, the NPC copy of Marlianken takes to and finds comfort in an equally lonely outcast of Nazarick...the original Guardian of the 7th Floor; Demiurge's elder brother, Malphas.
Elements of a/b/o and yes, this story will be heavy with smut because we have no self control. But I cannot even begin to tell you how much fun we've had making this and bouncing ideas off of one another for her story as well. It's my first time working with another author, and it is a blast.
- Part 2 of The Devil's Plaything
"Even if I did have the necessary...parts, she's grown so demanding that I don't think I could give in to her. If I did, I would never hear the end of it. Her and Shalltear would be at each other's throats even worse than they are now. We would never achieve our goal." Ainz explained, pushing the hood off of his head and running his bony hand over his cranium in frustration.
"There are spells that would allow you to grow the needed parts. Though I do see what you mean. They are both constantly struggling for favor and the upper hand for your affections. At this point, it has indeed become quite tiresome." Demiurge agreed.
Lord Ainz looked at him with disbelief, just now fully processing what he was just told.
"There are such spells?!"
"Yes, Lord. Of course. A few of them I created myself." The demon said with pride. "Would you permit me to show you?"
- Part 3 of The Devil's Plaything