The Silent Deity: Saiki Kusuo in Tensura

The great throne room of the Storm Kingdom had never felt colder. Despite the braziers lining the walls still burning bright, the temperature plummeted with the presence of overwhelming authority — one that came not from rage or chaos… but from dominion.

Veldora, seated upon his dark, thunder-etched throne, loomed like a god made flesh.

Before him knelt three of the most feared beings in all creation:

Noir, the Primordial Black, whose shadow had ended thousands without sound.

Jaune, the Primordial Yellow, wild, volatile, master of destruction.

Violet, the Primordial Purple, elegant, seductive… and utterly cruel.

They had just appeared from the underworld seconds ago, their confusion still fresh, their instincts on full alert. But now they were frozen — not in ice or time, but in silence.

Each opened their mouths to speak—

Nothing.

Not a sound.

Their eyes widened in horror as their own magic refused to obey.

Jaune (thinking):

"What the hell? My magic's locked?! Who did this?!"

Violet (internally whispering):

"This… isn't a spell… it's something else… something that bypassed even my soul."

Noir (expressionless but mind racing):

"This is… unnatural. Even Guy couldn't suppress me like this…"

Hovering unseen in the air above, sipping silently from another grape juice box, Saiki Kusuo gave an inward sigh.

Saiki (telepathically to himself):

"Tch. He's really dragging this out. 'Now kneel'? This guy's fully gone Ainz-mode. Haa… guess I'll make it theatrical for him."

And just like that—a pressure like a collapsing star crushed the three Primordials down.

Their knees slammed into the dark stone floor with a dull echo that carried through the chamber like a thunderclap.

Their bodies trembled. Not from fatigue, but from absolute fear.

Veldora (deep, commanding voice):

"You stand in the presence of Veldora—the Storm King of the Storm Kingdom. Now kneel."

He hadn't even moved.

But to them, it felt like reality itself obeyed his voice.

Each of the three Primordials stared at the cold floor, sweat dripping down their brows.

They were demons. Legendary ones. And yet…

They couldn't resist.

They couldn't even understand.

Jaune (internally screaming):

"Why?! I've faced demon lords! I've fought in the hell pits of the Underworld! How is he this strong?!"

Violet (barely breathing):

"He didn't even use a spell... he just willed it."

Noir (for the first time… uncertain):

"Veldora… brother of Veldanava. I thought that was just a title. But this… this is not mortal power."

Then came the words that froze their blood:

Veldora (coldly):

"From this day forward, the three of you will serve me… and the Storm Kingdom."

His golden eyes gleamed, glowing faintly under the stormlight pouring from the tall stained-glass windows.

Behind him stood Benimaru, silent, yet burning with resolve.

And Testarossa… no, the Primordial Blanc. Her face was calm, but her crimson eyes gleamed with superiority as she looked down at her fellow demons.

Veldora (tone darkening):

"As you can see… the mighty Blanc already serves me. She is now Testarossa, my general… my sword."

That made their eyes widen again.

Naming a Primordial Demon?

Only someone who was immeasurably stronger than them would even dare.

Veldora (leaning forward slightly):

"If you refuse…"

The throne room suddenly shifted—no, reality bent.

They were no longer in the throne room. Not truly.

The world around them flickered black. The sky above burned crimson. Screams echoed from the void.

Hell? No. Worse.

It was fear incarnate.

Saiki's psychic powers had created a shared illusion, planted directly into their subconscious — a world worse than their worst nightmares.

And it felt real.

Veldora (his voice a whisper… but it echoed in their minds):

"You will suffer. You will know pain so great that eternity will feel merciful. You will feel your souls unravel, piece by piece… until there is nothing left."

They couldn't even scream.

Their souls shivered.

Veldora (with quiet finality):

"Now… I will allow you to speak. But choose your words wisely. There will be no second chances."

He raised his hand slightly, and with Saiki's subtle nod, the silence spell lifted.

Air rushed back into their lungs.

The room shifted back, the illusion fading.

They were back in the throne room.

And it was silent.

None of them spoke at first.

The mighty Noir, the cunning Violet, the explosive Jaune—all were still on their knees.

Finally, Noir raised his head ever so slightly.

His voice came out calm… but hollow.

Noir:

"…We serve."

Jaune (growling lowly):

"Tch… damn it. Fine. You win, Storm King."

Violet (smiling bitterly):

"…You are truly… terrifying."

They all lowered their heads again in submission.

And behind the scenes, Saiki hovered with an expression of mild annoyance.

Saiki (thinking):

"I was just trying to keep a low profile. And now I'm helping a dragon cosplaying as Overlord recruit hellspawn into his kingdom. What is my life…"

And yet, deep down… even he couldn't deny it:

The Storm Kingdom was no longer just a nation.

It was an empire of fear. Of loyalty forged in absolute power.

And it had just claimed three more monsters for its cause.

The throne room of the Storm Kingdom had never felt so alive… or so terrifying.

The very air crackled with tension. Shadows pulsed unnaturally along the walls. The floor itself felt like it was humming, thrumming with energy — no, with power. The kind of power that shook the soul. And at the center of it all sat Veldora, the Storm King, the ruler of the Storm Kingdom, the one who now bent even Primordial Demons to his will.

His golden eyes gleamed with eerie calm as he slowly stood up from his obsidian throne. The three kneeling Primordials stared at him, their heads bowed but their hearts pounding in fear, confusion, and… curiosity.

Testarossa watched from the side, her expression unreadable but her crimson eyes gleaming with pride. Benimaru stood beside her — steady, but even he had begun to sweat. The aura from the Primordials was already enormous, but what was about to happen… felt like something no one could prepare for.

Veldora (deep, commanding):

"From this day forth… you are no longer bound by the shadows of the underworld. You will be reborn in my name."

His voice echoed like thunder layered over a thousand whispers. Saiki, floating invisibly above, was already busy maintaining a massive psychic barrier around the entire capital. The energy that was about to be released would shake the world itself if left unchecked.

Saiki (thinking with a sigh):

"If I don't seal this in, countries on the other side of the continent would think the world's ending. Yare yare daze…"

Then Veldora turned to the first.

Veldora (to Noir):

"You… Primordial Noir. Your name shall now be Diablo."

Noir's eyes widened. The moment the name was spoken, a black fire erupted around him — not burning but engulfing, swallowing the air like a void. His skin shimmered, his form vibrating with demonic essence. He felt his very existence being rewritten.

Diablo (gritting his teeth):

"What… what is this?! This power… it's—! Haaaahh!"

The transformation took seconds but felt like hours. When the fire faded, he stood tall, regal, and more terrifying than ever. Horns now longer but he used magic to hide them, hair darker, eyes glowing crimson with madness… and elegance.

He clenched his hand, and the space around his fist cracked.

Diablo (in awe):

"I feel... limitless…"

Veldora smirked, then turned to the next.

Veldora:

"You… Primordial Jaune. You shall be known as Carrera."

Carrera's body lit up with blazing golden energy, flaring around her like a sun preparing to explode. Her scream shook the walls.

Carrera (screaming):

"Aaaaaaah! It's like my soul is being reforged!!"

Lightning and fire danced together as her armor-like outfit shifted, her features sharper, eyes crackling with plasma. The aura she gave off was explosive, uncontrollable, chaotic.

Benimaru flinched.

Benimaru (whispering):

"Tch… that pressure. It's unreal…"

Carrera stood up slowly, breathing hard.

Carrera:

"I could… level a continent now, couldn't I?"

She laughed. It was unhinged.

Veldora (to Violet):

"And you… Primordial Violet. Your name shall be Ultima."

Ultima's eyes shimmered with anticipation.

Ultima (grinning):

"Yes… give it to me."

A sickly purple mist erupted around her. It crawled along the walls, the ceiling, the floor — like it had a mind of its own. Screams could be heard echoing inside the mist — not physical screams, but psychic ones.

Even Testarossa took a step back.

Testarossa (softly):

"…Impressive."

Ultima's body shifted into something more ethereal — her dress flowing like liquid shadow, her aura dripping with malice. When the mist vanished, she stood there smiling, eyes wide with excitement.

Ultima (whispering):

"I can feel everything. I can twist it all. The screams… they're delicious…"

Veldora raised his hand once more. The swirling energies faded, leaving behind the three new beings: Diablo, Carrera, and Ultima.

He spoke with slow, god-like certainty:

Veldora:

"You have now transcended your origins just like Testarossa. You are no longer mere Primordials. You are Transcendent Demons — the highest echelon of all demonic kind. Power beyond comprehension. My champions."

Their eyes widened, as if truly realizing it for the first time. Diablo dropped to one knee, head bowed.

Diablo:

"I… I had no idea such a power existed…"

Carrera:

"Heh… I feel like I could kill a god."

Ultima (smiling eerily):

"I want to test this power… to see what eternity tastes like when I rip it apart."

Veldora sat back on his throne, his cloak billowing slightly from the residual energy. Lightning danced behind the stained glass windows. Thunder rumbled.

The throne room's floor glowed with layered magical runes that hadn't been there moments ago — more of Saiki's handiwork, keeping the energy sealed.

Even outside, people in the Storm Kingdom had felt a shudder. Civilians paused. Soldiers stopped mid-training. Beasts trembled. But none knew what had just been born beneath their soil.

Saiki looked down at the scene, unamused but secretly impressed.

Saiki (thinking):

"That should be enough chaos for one day… right?"

Below him, the three Transcendents bowed in perfect unison.

All (in unison, voices shaking the throne room):

"We will serve you… for all eternity, Lord Veldora."

And with that, the Storm Kingdom had gained not just warriors, but living cataclysms.

To be continued…