The Silent Deity: Saiki Kusuo in Tensura

The light of Luminous's miraculous return had barely faded, but already the atmosphere was thick with tension. Every eye in the room—wide, wary, and shaken—was now locked on Veldora, seated high on his storm-forged throne. The Storm King exuded an otherworldly pressure, one that bent the will of even Demon Lords.

But then, with a flick of his wrist, he reduced his aura, allowing the suffocating air to settle.

Veldora (calmly):

"Now that I have your full attention… allow me to enlighten you on what truly occurred… the events that led to the war brought to my gates by Falmuth and the Church of Ruberios."

Without standing, Veldora lifted one finger, and suddenly—space rippled before them.

A massive projection formed, hovering mid-air. It shimmered with Saiki's psychic manipulation, polished and enhanced like a theater production—but deadly real.

A hush swept the room.

And then… the projection began.

King Edmaris (in the illusion, sneering):

"With this spell orb, we'll weaken the monsters… and the Storm Kingdom will fall. The riches are ours!"

Advisor #1: "Hinata and her Paladins are already preparing. Everything is aligning, just as the Harlequin Alliance instructed."

Advisor #2: "Yuuki's new spell will do the trick. No casualties. Total control."

Then the image shifted again, showing Yuuki, Clayman, and members of the Harlequin Moderate Alliance.

Clayman (grinning):

"Fools. They believe they're in control. But with the souls from the battle, I shall ascend!"

Yuuki (adjusting his glasses):

"We needed a spark. Killing Gralven and blaming it on the Storm Kingdom was all it took."

Clayman (laughing): "Let the world watch as they destroy each other for our gain."

The room was deathly silent.

Clayman, still seated among the Demon Lords, now looked ashen. Sweat poured down his neck. He tried to move, but—

Clayman: "W-wait… this—this isn't what it looks like—!"

Nothing. His body refused to respond.

Saiki had placed a psychic paralysis on him, locking him in place like a statue.

Leon (eyes narrow):

"So… it was all a setup. The war, the chaos... even Gralven's death."

Carrion (growling):

"Clayman… you absolute worm."

Frey:

"To frame a Demon Lord for war? Madness."

Dino (no longer lazy):

"Veldora wasn't just attacked. He was targeted. Calculated."

Velzard (arms crossed, smiling faintly):

"My brother… no one saw it coming. Glorious."

Even Guy Crimson looked shaken.

Guy (quietly):

"We knew Clayman was a schemer. But dragging the church and Veldora into his madness… suicidal."

Luminous, watching the scenes unfold, clenched her fists.

Luminous:

"I told her… I told Hinata it was a trap! Damn it…"

The projection faded. No one spoke. The silence was heavier than Veldora's aura.

Then Veldora stood slowly from his throne.

Veldora:

"So… now you know the truth. The ones responsible for the blood spilled… the false justifications…

The disrespect to the Storm Kingdom."

He turned his head slightly.

Just one look.

Testarossa smiled, vanished—

—and reappeared behind Clayman, who was still frozen, terror now fully in his eyes.

Clayman:

"P-please! I was manipulated! I—I didn't mean to—! I swear—!"

Testarossa (smiling beautifully):

"Too late, puppet."

She grabbed him by the collar like he was trash, and in a swirl of black mist, they vanished.

Where he was going?

Pain. Eternal. Unending. Until Veldora said stop.

Guy (frowning):

"It seems Clayman wasn't acting alone…"

Veldora, eyes glowing with a crimson intensity, smirked. His voice echoed, booming and cold.

Veldora:

"Worry not, Crimson. They shall all pay."

And then—

With a storm's roar, Veldora and Benimaru vanished.

No magic circle. No chant. Just gone.

But the room shook again. A shockwave tore through Walpurgis. The table cracked. The throne disintegrated.

Everyone stood frozen, still reeling.

Leon (after a pause):

"…This changes everything."

Milim (quietly):

"Veldora's not just a True Dragon anymore… he's a ruler. A King."

Frey:

"A storm… we never saw coming."

Guy:

"…He made his point."

Velzard (smirking, whispering):

"That's my little brother."

Far above, in a layer no one could see, Saiki sipped a strawberry soda and sighed.

Back at the Storm Kingdom....

The great throne room of the Storm Kingdom was quiet, save for the steady crackle of thunder outside and the flickering glow of lightning flashing across the obsidian walls. Crimson banners bearing the crest of the Storm King—a roaring dragon entwined with a bolt of lightning—fluttered despite the still air.

At the far end of the throne hall, the obsidian throne sat elevated upon steps of polished darkstone. There, Veldora, now the embodiment of regal dread and majesty, had just returned from Walpurgis with Benimaru. His cape danced like a storm cloud behind him as he approached his seat. The massive throne gave off an otherworldly glow under the ever-stormy light piercing through the stained windows.

Kneeling gracefully before him was Testarossa, her long white hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes glowing a deep blood-red.

Testarossa:

"My lord, I have ensured Clayman's suffering has begun. My demon army will extract every ounce of despair from him. However... I come to you with a proposal."

Veldora, resting one arm lazily on the throne's side and placing two fingers beneath his chin—an elegant, calculating pose—tilted his head slightly.

Veldora (calm, slow):

"Speak freely, Testarossa."

Testarossa:

"As you know, I am one of the Seven Primordial Demons—White. Guy Crimson is Red. His servants, Rain and Misery, are Blue and Green."

(Benimaru raised an eyebrow at the sudden lesson, but said nothing.)

Testarossa (continuing):

"Three others still dwell in the Underworld: Noir, the embodiment of cold logic and ruthless assassination. Jaune, who bathes in chaos and lives for battle—his love for explosions unmatched. And lastly, Violet... the sadistic torturer, crueler than any I've met. If we bring them under your command, my lord, the Storm Kingdom shall rise beyond all comprehension."

Veldora tapped his fingers lightly on the throne's arm. The lightning outside flashed brighter, as if mirroring his thoughts. He didn't answer immediately.

Floating unseen near the vaulted ceiling, Saiki Kusuo drank silently from a juice box, his eyes half-lidded with his usual expression of unbothered boredom.

Saiki (telepathically to himself):

"Yare yare… more Primordials. Great. I guess it's not a real day unless something borderline apocalyptic happens. At least I don't have to go back to the Underworld—that place smells like burnt socks and regret."

Veldora (finally):

"Very well. We shall bring them into our fold."

Testarossa's lips curled into a wicked smile, her hand placed over her heart as she bowed lower.

Testarossa:

"An excellent decision, my king. Shall I travel to the Underworld and summon them?"

Veldora (raising his hand slowly):

"No need. They shall be brought here... now."

Then with a move of his hand...

The air in the room shifted violently.

Suddenly, thunder boomed unnaturally loud, shaking the entire throne room. A swirling vortex of black energy began to form before the throne, crackling and hissing as it twisted into a demonic portal—a rift carved through dimensions by Saiki's unseen hand.

Benimaru stepped forward, sensing the immense power building.

Benimaru:

"That… energy. This isn't a normal summon."

Testarossa (smirking faintly):

"Of course not. These are Primordials. The underworld itself bleeds when they move."

Saiki (still floating near the chandelier):

"It's always so dramatic with demons…"

The vortex expanded, growing wider and darker, the sound of otherworldly screams echoing faintly from within. The shadows twisted and shrieked, and then—

BOOM.

The portal exploded with dark light, and three figures emerged, stepping onto the stone floor one after another, the force of their aura alone enough to make the flames of the torches along the walls flicker in fear.

The first was a tall, well-dressed man in a sleek black suit, his eyes like voids. Cold and unreadable. Noir.

The second was a smirking, wild-eyed woman with short spiked golden hair and combat armor singed at the edges. Her every step cracked the floor beneath him. Jaune.

And the last… was a graceful, cruel-looking woman with flowing violet hair, dressed in high-heeled boots and a corset-like battle dress. Her aura felt like a razor caressing your throat. Violet.

All three looked around, brows furrowed, expressions half-curious and half-annoyed.

Jaune (grinning):

"Oi… who the hell dragged me out mid-fight? I was this close to blowing up an entire Underworld fortress!"

Violet (calm, eerie voice):

"Strange… I didn't sense a summoning circle. How did we—?"

Noir (flatly):

"Something… or someone… bypassed all of Hell's barriers."

Their eyes finally landed on the figure atop the obsidian throne.

Veldora.

Clad in regal dread, his cape flowing behind him, aura compressed but still suffocating. Behind him, Testarossa and Benimaru stood proudly. Above, Saiki, unseen by all, sipped his juice again.

Saiki (to himself):

"Here we go again. Welcome to the Storm Kingdom, weirdos."

And just like that, the air froze.

The Primordials stood before their new king...