The Grand Catastrophe

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Momonga stepped out of her room, her mind now in a lull. She had spent all of last night brainstorming what to do next. Now, now she felt it was time to take a break. She yawned as she stepped out of her room.

In her hands, was a document that would be telling everyone what vacation days that they all had. Sure, this may have been a normal document for the average person, but the NPCs didn’t take breaks. They didn’t seem to want to take them, at all. Even when she told them herself, they refused to.

She sighed once more, and pulled out ring to teleport to her office as she stretched. The world vanished for a second, and then appeared once more a second later as she blinked into her office space. She sat back down in her office desk with a flourish of her robes. Her mind was still somewhat tired, so she nearly missed the maid and the overseer in the room with her.

“Oh, good morning Cixous. Good morning Albedo. How have your days been?” she asked as she opened her drawer and drew out another document for the female servants of the tombs now.

The one that she held in her hands was for the men. The one in the desk was for the women. There was very little difference in the two of them, but it was enough of a difference to make them separate.

“I have been well, my Lady!” said Cixous happily.

“I am well, as well,” Albedo said, while peering at Momonga with those eyes.

She looked at her lover for a second, just to check if she was fine. She then looked back to the documents in her hands. After a minute or two of checking to see if all was in order, she heard a knock at the door. After the maid went to the door, she announced it was Mare.

She looked back up from her desk, to see the crossdressing boy standing there. She smiled her biggest smile, which was actually rather small, and held out the document meant to the males. The young boy took it, and looked up at her with wide eyes, ready for an explanation.

“Mare, this is a document meant for all of the male guardians to read. Just go and give it to them, and have them read it, okay?” she asked, and the young lad nodded his head.

“Yes, my Lady! I won’t let you down!” he exclaimed, and this earned a giggle from the overlord.

“I’m sure you will,” she said and looked back down to her desk, checking something one last time to be sure.

She glanced back up when she felt his gaze linger on her. She frowned in her mind, wondering what was wrong. She looked at him, this time with concern as she spoke.

“Yes Mare? Are you all right?” she asked him, and he stuttered a bit before speaking.

“I was just thinking about how lucky we are that you were the last one left! All the other supreme ones left. Yet you stayed! I just was thinking about how grateful we are. How grateful we all are!” he belted out, and earned a chuckle from the woman.

She smiled once more, and leaned down to look at the boy in full. She sighed a deep seated sigh, and walked around the side of the desk, till she was right next to the lad. He looked at her, eyes still wide from realization of what he just said.

To him, he had just spoke out of turn. He didn’t mean to be rude, but he just couldn’t help it. He hadn’t spoken to the supreme one in so long, that he was nervous. He wanted to speak with her, to spend time with her. was that wrong? He kept panicking in his mind, even as the supreme one stepped out in front of him.

“I missed this,” she said as she petted his head, “I missed you mare. I haven’t taken the time to spend with you all. That is what the documents are for. That is what the vacation is for. I want to spend time with you all.”

Mare’s eyes widened even more so. Tears could be seen in them. The being that might as well be his god just to him that she missed spending time with them all. He nearly fainted right then and there.

It was then that she picked him up in her arms, cradling him like he was fragile. Like he was glass. He began shivering, shivering nervously.

“You are all my comrades’ treasures. You are all my treasures. I wouldn’t trade the world for you all,” she hummed then peered into his eyes, “I might not even give you back to Bukubukuchagama,” she intoned.

He then began to cry. His tears flowed from his eyes as if it were raining. Momonga let him, he seemed to need it. He cried into her shoulder, staining the fabric as she patted the boy’s back.

“My lady,” Cixous said, and Momonga turned to her with a motherly smile on her face, “I simply want to say, and this may be out of turn, that we all are so happy and joyous that you were the one to stay!” she called out, and Momonga let out a small giggle.

“Thank you Cixous. I’ll be sure to remember that. Now, Albedo you’ve been rather quiet, what do you think?” she asked and turned to the woman while letting down the floor guardian.

Albedo stood there. Her wings trembled. Her breathing could be heard, and it was erratic. Momonga quirked up a brow, and took a step towards her.

“Albedo, are you alright?” she asked, concerned.

“My Goddess,” she whispered softly, “Give it to me.”

“Give what to you?” she started to ask, but was stopped by Albedo as she flew towards her in a grapple.

Momonga yet out a very girlish yelp as she was tackled to the ground. Albedo’s breathing became erratic, more so than before. She straddled Momonga’s waist, and trailed a hand down her chest, and groped her breasts slightly.

She groaned as she did so, Momonga trying and failing to get up and out of this situation. Mare simply stood there, shocked and wondered what was going on. The eight edge assassins rushed from the walls, their forms bouncing off of the guardian overseer.

“Give me a child!” Albedo demanded, “I want you to breed me! Now!” she chanted out, and Momonga tried and failed to get her off of herself.

“Mare is right there! Don’t take his innocence with this image!” she tried and failed to appease her.

“Then he can learn now how babies are made! I want one! I want a child!”

she yelled out once more.

“Albedo, we can talk about this later!” Momonga begged.

“No! You. Me. Now!” she reiterated.

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