The throne room of the Obsidian Dominion was vast enough to swallow kingdoms. Its ceiling disappeared into darkness, illuminated only by flickers of blue-black fire that writhed across pillars shaped like twisted beasts. Every ember bent toward a single presence sitting upon the throne of fanged onyx.
Novus chronus.
His very breath made the world tremble. His silver-white hair draped over his shoulders like silk forged under moonlight, and his mismatched eyes — burning blue pupil inside crimson iris — radiated a cruel serenity. Every heartbeat of his was the pulse of a living calamity. Before him knelt Diablo, the leader of the Primordial Demons — the firstborn, the indomitable, the executioner of realms. Diablo bowed with one knee planted, obsidian suit gleaming, his horned silhouette emanating murderous devotion. "My Lord Novus Chronus," Diablo spoke, his voice deep enough to grind mountains into dust. "If you depart, the entire Dominion will submit to my command until your return."
Novus Chronus leaned forward, resting his cheek against the back of his hand — effortlessly regal, lethally seductive in his posture. "See that they do," he murmured. "I entrust the throne to the one whose loyalty eclipses the abyss."
Diablo's head lowered deeper, forehead touching the marble floor.
"Your trust is my salvation, my Lord."
A shadow of a smirk curved Novus Chronus' lips — not warm, not kind, but dangerously pleased. "Rise, Diablo. We prepare to visit… the Dwarven Kingdom of Kaldarth." Diablo stood, crimson mana leaking from his suit like smoke.
"I shall reinforce the borders and have the other Primordials in high vigilance. If any dares disturb your journey—". "They will cease existing," Novus Chronus finished casually.
Diablo bowed once more. "Exactly, my Lord."
The air trembled as Novus Chronus lifted one hand. "Valkyrie. Seraphis Noctura. Come forth."
The throne room quaked. A cyclone of blood-red petals materialized, forming the beautiful yet deadly silhouette of Valkyrie, Queen of Vampires. Her eyes glowed like liquid rubies, and her raven hair spilled down her back in waves that whispered of death. When she knelt, her lips curved with a teasing, predatory smile.
"My lord calls," Valkyrie purred, "and his blade answers."
A second shadow burst like black smoke — coalescing into a voluptuous, elegant figure whose steps echoed seduction itself. Seraphis Noctura, the Succubus Queen, bowed gracefully, her amethyst wings folding like velvet curtains.
"Your wish," she breathed with a sultry, low charm, "is the command that shapes my existence."
Novus Chronus stood up. The throne wept darkness as he moved away from it, the entire palace lowering itself in reverence. "We leave for the Dwarven Kingdom. Prepare yourselves — the air of the mortal realms is… thin."
"As you decree."
"Your will is fate."
He stretched out his hand. A tear in reality opened — a spiraling maelstrom of jet-black mana shaped into a colossal Warp gate. It hummed, devouring the light around it.
"Follow."
Novus Cronus stepped in, and the world bent.
THE DWARVEN KINGDOM UNDER SIEGE
On the other side of the Warp gate, the sky howled. The Dwarven Kingdom of Kaldarth, a city carved into cliffs of silver stone, was drowning in chaos. Smoke choked the horizon. Flames danced across rooftops. Dwarven soldiers fought desperately at their gates while monstrous silhouettes charged at them, crushing boulders under their weight.
The Ironhide Warbeasts. Beasts whose bodies were covered in obsidian-iron plates, fur bristling like steel needles, with jaws capable of tearing siege towers apart. Their red eyes glowed with primal fury.
"Those are the prey that dared touch my future craftsmen?" Novus Chronus said, barely masking his annoyance. As soon as he appeared, the air collapsed around him — the sheer presence of the Dark Lord flattening the battlefield. Even the flames bowed.
Valkyrie inhaled deeply, shivering. "Mmm… even the scent of war trembles before you, my lord."
Across the battlefield, dwarves froze mid-combat when they noticed the trio's arrival.
Warbeasts snarled — but took a step back. For the first time in their existence, the Ironhide Warbeasts felt fear.
DWARVES IN PANIC
"W-who is that!?" a dwarven soldier shouted. "His aura… are we under attack by another demon lord!?"
"Close the gates! Close them—!"
Dwarves scrambled in terror, retreating behind the citadel walls. Even atop the parapets, archers trembled, uncertain whether the newcomers were allies or invaders.
A captain yelled from the top wall: "Halt! Identify yourselves! If you come with hostility, we—"
"Silence." Valkyrie's voice sliced the air like a scythe.
The dwarf captain stuttered, dropping his weapon.
"How dare you address our lord with such insolent breath?" Valkyrie snarled, eyes glowing. "Bow. Crawl. Or lose your tongue."
Seraphis tilted her head, lips curling in arrogance. "Mortals forget their place so easily… Should I pluck the memory from their minds?"
Novus Chronus raised one hand. Both women instantly went silent. He stepped forward, his presence alone bending the gate hinges. "I am Novus Cronus," he declared. "I come either in peace… or in ruin. Your kingdom's response will decide which."
The dwarves scrambled.
Their captain ran inside to report.
The walls trembled as guards whispered: "His presence… it feels like staring into death itself…"
"He's not just a demon… He feels like a god…"
Behind them, the Ironhide Warbeasts charged again.
Novus Chronus didn't even turn.
"Valkyrie."
"At once, my lord."
She snapped her fingers.
A rain of crimson magic circles appeared in the sky.
Blood fall Barrage.
Crimson Oblivion Dance.
Vampyric Tempest.
Three high-rank blood-arts unleashed simultaneously.
The sky darkened.
Then it rained knives of blood — carving through thousands of Warbeasts like wheat under a scythe. Valkyrie moved like a dark flower blooming in carnage, her attacks beautiful yet annihilating.
The dwarves watched in horror.
"In the name of the ancestors…"
"That… that monster is on our side!?"
DWARVEN COUNCIL OF ELDERS
Inside Kaldarth's citadel, the council stood in turmoil. The king — a stout, ancient dwarf with braided silver beard — slammed his fist on the table.
"Who is this being!? Why does he help us?! What does he want!?"
An elder whispered fearfully: "We must negotiate. Or we will provoke him… and then we will all die."
A younger elder shouted: "We cannot trust demons! They bring only ruin!"
Another countered: "He saved us from the Warbeasts! Do you want to anger someone who commands THAT kind of power!?"
The room fell into fearful silence.
Finally, the king exhaled. "…Prepare to receive him. With caution." But just as they readied themselves—
A council member shouted: "Hold — what kind of negotiation is this without booze!?"
All dwarves paused.
Then:
"…Fair point."
"We cannot bargain sober."
"Aye."
"Bring out the aged barrels."
The chamber transformed as dozens of casks were rolled in. But this peace was short-lived. Because as soon as the council member insultingly muttered:
"Let's see if this outsider even knows proper dwarven respect—"
A roar exploded.
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF MY LORD WITH SUCH A TONGUE!" Valkyrie burst into the room, fury blazing.
Council members nearly fainted.
Seraphis tugged Valkyrie's arm gently, smiling with a deadly chill.
"My dear, let them tremble a little longer. They must understand hierarchy… before they spill wine." The dwarves were seconds away from collapsing when —
"Enough." Novus Chronus entered.
Silence swallowed the universe. He released only a fraction of his pressure. It felt like a mountain pressing on their souls. The entire council fell to their knees without being commanded.
"Do not mistake my tolerance for weakness," Novus Cronus said calmly. "If I wished to conquer your kingdom, none of you would be breathing."
The king's voice shook. "Then… w-what do you seek… Dark Lord?"
Novus Chronus raised his hand. A book — an ancient tablet-like tome — materialized, covered in shifting runes that no dwarf recognized.
"This," he said, "is the Codex of Eternal Runes. The knowledge your ancestors once cherished — forgotten through centuries."
Gasps spread.
"T-that's impossible…"
"Runic crafting was lost before the First Era…"
"H-how does he have such a thing!?"
Novus Chronus smirked.
"I have walked eras longer than your lineages. I offer you this knowledge… if you submit to me."
The king swallowed.
"What… what would you have us do in return?"
"Forge. Build. Craft. Become my architects, my smiths, my road-makers, my weapon-crafters. Serve me, and I shall raise your people to heights you have never dreamed of."
His eyes flashed with crimson dominance.
"And I shall destroy every enemy that ever threatened your existence."
The elders whispered.
The king clenched his fists.
"…We accept."
But Novus Cronus lifted one hand. "Not yet."
SERAPHIS'S INTELLIGENCE MISSION
"Seraphis."
The Succubus Queen bowed.
"Yes, my lord."
"Find their enemies. Learn everything."
She smiled.
"As you desire."
Shadows peeled from her feet like liquid darkness. Dozens of succubi emerged — her personal espionage squad. Then — they vanished. Hours later, as Novus Chronus walked through the citadel hall toward the grand council chamber, a shadow rose behind Seraphis like smoke.
Her scouts returned — merging into the darkness beneath her feet.
She stepped before him. "My lord," she whispered, voice dripping honey and danger. "We have located the enemy kingdom — the lair of the Ironhide Warbeasts. Their numbers, ranks, generals, and their king. All known."
Novus Chronus nodded. "Good. Prepare."
THE ANNIHILATION OF THE WARBEAST KINGDOM
Outside the Dwarven Kingdom, Novus Chronus lifted his hand.
Reality shattered.
He teleported — alongside Valkyrie and Seraphis — appearing in the sky above the Ironhide Warbeast capital. Below them lay a colossal fortress made of bone-iron and crimson stone. Millions of Ironhide Warbeasts roamed the streets. Five hundred thousand elite Warbeast soldiers stood guard.
Novus Chronus' voice boomed, echoing through mountains. "Ironhide Warbeasts. Submit… or die."
Silence.
Then laughter.
Massive, armored wolf-beasts roared in mockery.
Their king — a colossal titan with armor-like hide and a crown made of fangs — howled: "You dare threaten the Ironhide Kingdom!? Come down here, little demon, and I will tear you apart!"
Valkyrie giggled with bloodlust. "Oh, my lord. May I?"
"Begin."
Valkyrie blurred forward.
The sky ignited in a torrent of blood-arts.
Blood Requiem.
Sanguine Dominion.
Scarlet Eclipse.
Queen's Crimson Execution.
In mere moments —
Five hundred thousand Warbeast soldiers died in rivers of blood.
The king, enraged, leapt toward Novus Cronus. "DIE, DEMON LORD!"
He unleashed every skill —
Earth-shattering shockwaves
Iron-shard storms
Tusk-breaking roars
Crimson berserker aura
Even forbidden blood-rage magic.
None made Novus Chronus move an inch. When the dust cleared, Novus Chronus looked at him with absolute boredom.
"…Pathetic."
His eyes glowed.
Dominion Gaze.
The Warbeast King's body split into hundreds of pieces instantly —
without a scream.
THE DEAD SERVE THE DARK LORD
With the Ironhide Kingdom extinct, Novus Chronus raised one hand.
Necromantic sigils spun like galaxies.
"Rise."
Millions of corpses rose. Bones reshaped. Flesh twisted. Souls bound. He created an entire army of undead Warbeasts. He contacted one of his elite through telepathy — the Undead King, ruler of the Undead Division.
A gift awaits you, Novus Chronus said into his mind.
Serve me well.
The Undead King trembled in reverence.
Your generosity humbles the dead, my lord.
THE DWARVES WITNESS THEIR FUTURE
Novus Chronus appeared again in front of the Dwarven citadel by teleportation. Just as he returned, the dwarven scouts also came rushing back.
"YOUR MAJESTY!"
"We saw it — w-we saw everything!"
"He wiped out an entire kingdom—alone!"
"He revived the dead—!"
"He commands armies that a god would fear—!"
The dwarves collapsed in reverence before him.
"Forger-King Kaldren," Novus Chronus said, "You have your proof."
The king bowed so deeply his beard touched the floor.
"We submit! We submit fully! Our people are yours to command!"
Novus Chronus placed his palm on the ground. A teleportation circle of colossal size formed, engulfing the entire kingdom.
"Rise, dwarves. I shall take you to your new home."
The world warped.
THE NEW DWARVEN DIVISION IS BORN
They reappeared inside the Demon Domain — before a vast, mountainous land paved with blackstone veins glowing with mana. "This shall be your new fortress," Novus Cronus declared. "From today onward, you are no longer refugees..."
He raised his hand, and the runic tablet floated. "…You are the Grand Runeforge Legion — architects of my empire, smiths of divine weaponry, builders of dominion."
The dwarves wept in awe. The king knelt deeply. "Under your shadow, we shall craft the wonders of a new age, my lord."
Novus Chronus turned, his coat billowing like storm-born darkness.
"Then rise. And begin the era that belongs to me."
The Demon Domain roared.
And the universe trembled — for another kingdom had fallen under the shadow of Novus chronus