King Hades

As Varian's aura vanished, the eyes of a pale man resting in darkness shot open.

His eyes were flames of blue, their brilliance briefly overshadowing the glow of a star itself.

Those eyes turned to Genesis and blinked. Bits of blue flame danced in those eye sockets, vague phantoms of dead souls forming in those flames.

"Varian." The King of Dead, Hades, clutched the armrest of his throne.

A wave of red exploded under him, starting with his throne as the center and expanding outward.

Anything touched by the red waves was changed beyond measure. 

The few living beings living as slaves in nearby kingdoms turned int Undead. The dead lost all their memories, sense of self and evolved into another self entirely.

Mors Empire itself shook for a brief moment before stabilizing. Then, they all prostrated in the direction of their ruler and praised his blessing.