Velzard sat upon her throne of glacial ice, a picture of effortless regality, steam curling lazily from the mug of hot chocolate in her hand. The frozen castle around her shimmered in crystalline stillness, every wall a mirror of refracted light.
Her senses, however, stretched far beyond this chamber. Through the thin fabric of magicules that wrapped the Cardinal World, she could feel every significant pulse of power—each ripple of mana like a note in a song she alone could hear.
And now, something was off-key.
A disturbance had bloomed in the direction of the Jura Forest. Chaotic. Raw. Growing.
Velzard frowned into her cup. It had only been a day since her idiotic brother vanished from there—likely to lick his wounds or hide from her after his latest escapade. She knew he wasn't dead; that kind of peace was far too good for him.
Still, every time she thought about him, her temples ached. It usually ended with her punching a hole through the ice fields. Or with her giving that "thunder lizard" a good beating for daring to exist near her headache.
She paused mid-thought. Wait. If he's a lizard, then… Her eyes narrowed, her mind caught in reluctant logic. That makes me—
She blinked, expression deadpan. "Nope. Not thinking about that."
Her focus returned to the anomaly. The presence wasn't her brother's. This thing radiated chaos—different from Ivarage's corrosive madness, but chaos all the same. It was warping the laws of the world simply by existing.
And worse—it was growing.
"If it can evolve that quickly, it'll become a problem," she murmured. "A headache I don't want."
She sighed, setting down her mug. Frost began to creep outward from the throne, webbing across the marble floor.
"Time to clock in."
With a mere thought, she invoked her Authority.
Still World.
Instantly, everything froze. Wind. Waves. The drifting steam from her drink halted midair. Time itself came to a grinding stop, leaving Velzard the sole moving being in a painted universe.
The next moment, distance lost meaning. She was simply there—standing in the heart of the Jura Forest, before the abomination that had been corrupting reality.
A monster of impossible form loomed before her. Flesh, metal, tendrils, eyes—a creature that didn't belong in any sane cosmos. Her Authority of Slowness stabilized the world, slowing the creeping corruption to a crawl.
And then something unexpected happened.
The monster moved.
Velzard's brows lifted in surprise. "Oh? A mindless beast that can move in the Still World? Fascinating…" Her tone turned almost pitying. "…and disappointing. So much potential wasted on another herald of chaos."
The abomination opened its maw, unleashing a roar that shook the frozen forest.
Velzard rolled her eyes. "Oh, please."
The world trembled once, and in the same frozen second, her will cleaved the beast apart. There was no motion, no blade—just inevitability. A thousand cuts, and then silence.
The fragments of the creature froze midair, flash-frozen by her frost.
---
Inside that beast's body, Lucian was having a full-blown panic attack.
One second, the world had stopped. The next, the literal embodiment of frost and divinity appeared before him—white-haired, graceful, and radiating so much power that even his monstrous senses screamed run.
"Oh great," he thought, "Velzard. Of all people."
He tried to speak, to explain, to say something that wasn't just "hi please don't obliterate me." Unfortunately, he remembered—too late—that his vocal cords were configured for roaring, not talking.
He barely began shifting his throat when the world flickered—
and he was in pieces.
For a single, horrifying moment, he experienced what it meant to be diced apart in the Still World. Every nerve severed yet still conscious.
Then, the panic settled.
"Okay," he thought as his fragments began twitching, "I can fix this. Option one: turn human, try diplomacy. Option two: get the hell out before Miss Ice Age decides to re-freeze me into a smoothie."
His humor was brittle—half instinct, half deflection—but it steadied him.
He chose option two.
Light bent—and he vanished.
Velzard blinked, staring at the now-empty clearing. "…He teleported out of Still World?" she murmured, genuinely intrigued. "Well, that's new."
She lifted a finger, refreezing the damaged forest. "Definitely not mindless. Which means I'll probably see him again."
Her expression softened into an amused, ancient smirk. "Cute little anomaly."
---
Lucian reappeared as chunks of flesh, tumbling onto the floor of the Midnight Inn.
Lex, the Innkeeper, was outside at the time but noticed immediately when the Sovereign's energy signature flared back into existence. By the time he returned, the meat had already reformed into Lucian's humanoid shape, sitting cross-legged, mildly traumatized but otherwise intact.
Lex tilted his head. "Sovereigns are weird."
He considered it for a moment, then shrugged. "Well, lava baths are weird too. Guess that's fair."
Lucian exhaled, rubbing his neck. "Right. Note to self: don't test monster forms near cosmic dragons. They don't appreciate modern art."
He leaned back against the bar counter, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. The Essence of Typhon hummed faintly inside him, full of promise.
He still needed to test its limits—but in a place where nobody would interrupt him. Somewhere even gods avoided.
And with the Essence of Nomad, finding that place was as easy as a thought.
---
He appeared in Purgatory.
The world here was a wasteland of ash and smoke. The ground cracked underfoot, blackened and damp with something that wasn't water. The air stank of iron and decay. Above him, the sky was a static swirl of gray, streaked with faint red lightning that never struck the ground.
Lucian sniffed once. "Smells like the world's worst barbecue."
He straightened, feeling the oppressive weight of the realm press against his skin. Even here, the Essence of Nomad told him exactly where he was—Purgatory from Supernatural.
"Perfect," he murmured. "A playground for monsters. No rules. No witnesses."
He flexed his hands, magicules flickering along his arms like molten threads. In his Majin form, the world already felt fragile around him.
He began to test.
Sunfire and Moonfrost—the energies bound within his twin horns—flared to life. The air hissed as radiant flames and glacial winds intertwined around him. He experimented like a scientist in a lab, firing off beams from his palms, condensed lasers from his eyes, even breathing twin streams of flame and frost that melted and refroze the ground in glowing patterns.
"Okay," he muttered, "note to self: don't sneeze in this form."
He was about to alter the attributes of his horns when he sensed movement—shadows slinking closer.
A dozen figures emerged from the gloom. Pale skin. Crimson eyes. The hiss of fangs.
"Vampires," he guessed, lips curving. "Guess I found the locals."
They surrounded him, a silent ring of hunger.
Lucian grinned. "You're weak to sunlight, right? Let's test that theory."
He raised a hand—and released a Sunfire Pulse in all directions.
The explosion was soundless. A sphere of radiant orange fire expanded outward, a perfect 360° bloom of destruction. The vampires disintegrated mid-scream, their ashes swirling in the rising heat. Only a few stragglers survived, stumbling back into the dark, their flesh smoking.
Lucian nodded approvingly. "Science!"
---
He shifted his focus. Time to test something harder.
With effort, he began altering his attributes—from solar and lunar energies to Life and Death.
It was harder than expected. His entire body hummed in resistance as his internal magicules restructured. The Essence of Typhon was powerful, but even it demanded time for such fundamental change.
Still, the transformation rippled outward, the glow of his horns dimming into a cold gray and deep green. Life and Death, perfectly opposed, now danced within him.
Another group approached—taller, more grotesque. Human-shaped, but with jaws that split open like sharks.
Lucian recognized them immediately. "Leviathans. Oh, this'll be fun."
He inhaled deeply. "Let's test immortality."
A wave of black-green vapor surged from his mouth—Death Breath. It struck the first line of Leviathans, withering their bodies into gray husks. Yet his Life attribute told him something unsettling.
They weren't dead.
He frowned. "Persistent bastards, huh?"
Then pain bloomed at his neck—a sharp bite.
He turned, annoyed more than hurt, to see one of the Leviathans latched onto him, its jaws locked like steel.
Lucian's eyes darkened. "Oh, you shouldn't have done that."
His body began to expand. Flesh warped. Scales cracked open. His six limbs flexed, and from his back burst his wings—massive, scaled, and terrifying.
In seconds, he stood transformed—Abomination Dragon Form.
He exhaled, his Death attribute concentrating into a singular beam, and unleashed it point-blank into the creature's face. The Leviathan screamed once before disintegrating.
The rest froze in place.
Their snarls turned to whimpers. The ground trembled as they slowly lowered themselves, unable to resist. His Lordship over Monsters pressed upon them like gravity, and they submitted, one by one, kneeling in a grotesque parody of reverence.
Lucian blinked. "Huh. Guess it works across universes too."
He raised his hand casually. "Sit. Stay."
The Leviathans stayed.
"Good boys."
---
A soft, feminine voice floated through the haze. "A monster that I did not create… and one powerful enough to kill my children. What are you?"
Lucian turned toward the voice.
A woman stood there—barefoot, her skin pale as moonlight, hair dark as pitch. She was beautiful, unnervingly so, with eyes that seemed to see too much.
"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first?" Lucian asked, tilting his head.
The woman smiled sweetly. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Eve—the mother of all monsters."
Lucian grinned. "Well, this is awkward. I might've just grounded a few of your kids."
Eve chuckled, the sound melodic yet eerie. "They were unruly. Consider it discipline." Her gaze sharpened. "You're not from this world, are you?"
"Guilty."
She studied him with fascination. The power radiating from him was unlike anything she'd ever encountered—ancient, unclassifiable. She'd thought herself the pinnacle of monsters, yet before this being, her instincts whispered something ancient and absolute: submit.
Lucian, meanwhile, was amused. Another unique entity. Another data point. He flexed his claws experimentally.
Eve's smile faltered as his aura deepened. The ground cracked. The air shimmered. His body grew once more, scales shifting, the hum of the Typhon Essence vibrating through every molecule of the realm.
This wasn't aggression—it was existence made unbearable.
Eve's composure cracked. For a moment, she tried to resist. To stand tall. But her body betrayed her, trembling as if gravity itself bent her spine.
Her knees hit the ground before she realized it.
Eve's breath caught. The air itself seemed to thicken around her, every instinct screaming reverence before she even understood why. Her body trembled—not in fear, but recognition. The kind that lived deep in the marrow of every monster, written into creation itself.
She did not speak. Words would have been sacrilege.
Around her, the Leviathans collapsed to their knees, claws digging into the scorched ground as they bowed their heads. The air grew dense, heavy, reverent. Even the ash that hung in the air seemed to hesitate, swirling in solemn spirals around the being who stood at the center of all life's nightmares.
Lucian stood motionless, the glow of his horns casting twin halos—one of sunfire, one of moonfrost—over the desolate land. His aura rolled outward like an unseen tide, and the fabric of Purgatory itself responded, the land quivering in mute obedience.
The stormwinds died. The horizon dimmed. Every creature, every echo, every monstrous soul that dwelled in this accursed realm bowed without command.
And in that moment, beneath the quiet weight of eternity—
Purgatory knelt in the presence of the Lord of Monsters… Typhon.
A/n: I kinda wanted the daily schedule but I'm starting to realise that I can only write about 7-9 hundred words, at best a thousand but usually chapters aren't complete in that. So I'll be switching to chapter every other day.
Anyways, it has been decided that Rimiru will be a girl through and through.
Lastly, does anyone want Eve in the Harem or should I just make her a side chick or something like that? I'm honestly not much excited about her, even going to the Supernatural verse was spurbof the moment decision anyways. So I'm open to suggestions.