The Demon Lords’ Banquet: Dividing the World

As the news of the new Demon Lord Council spread, the entire Cardinal World trembled. Kings, rulers, and warriors alike whispered about the new age of demon lords. Some feared them. Some wanted to challenge them. Others sought alliances.

But inside the Labyrinth of Tempest, within the new Walpurgis, the new Demon Lords sat unshaken, their power absolute.

Zegion snapped his fingers, and the grand battle arena twisted and distorted, the walls morphing like a living creature. The space collapsed inward, folding into itself, until a new chamber took shape—one dark and ominous, lit only by flickering blue flames.

A massive obsidian table materialized in the center, surrounded by thrones carved from different elements—one of shadow, one of crystal, one of fire, and so on, each representing the essence of its occupant.

The challengers-turned-Demon Lords, still nursing their wounds, hesitantly took their seats. Their eyes darted between Diablo and Zegion, the undisputed leaders of this new council.

Subordinates entered in silent procession, carrying plates of exotic dishes, pouring glasses of aged demon wine, and setting before each lord a feast befitting their status.

Diablo leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement as he raised a wine glass. "To a new age. To a new rule. And most importantly… to us, the new rulers of this world."

The others hesitated for a moment before reluctantly raising their glasses.

Dark, ethereal energies pulsed through the obsidian walls, the air thick with unspoken power.

At the center, a massive, glowing map of the Cardinal World floated above the table, displaying all territories—some ruled, some in chaos, and others yet to be claimed.

Zegion's eyes, gleaming with absolute control, surveyed the gathering. "Tempest and the Great Jura Forest remain ours." His voice echoed through the chamber like an undeniable law.

Diablo, swirling his wine lazily, added with a smirk, "That includes Falmuth, Jistav, Eurazania, and Fulbrozia. They are part of Tempest's dominion now. We will oversee them directly."

The other Demon Lords nodded in understanding. The lands that Rimuru had conquered—or those that had submitted to Tempest's rule—were not up for discussion.

With Tempest's hold established, the four new Demon Lords turned their attention to the rest of the world, each selecting their territory of rule.

Zephyrion's sharp, storm-filled eyes scanned the map before landing on Siltrosso, a land of towering peaks and vast skies. "I will take Siltrosso," he declared, thunder cracking in his voice. "The floating cities, the highlands, and the storm-ridden skies will be my domain."

He smirked. "Any who dare enter my skies uninvited will be met with divine wrath."

Diablo chuckled, sipping his drink. "How fitting."

Azariah, the enigma cloaked in darkness, raised a slender hand toward Ingrassia. "This kingdom thrives in diplomacy, trade, and influence," she murmured, her voice like a whisper from the void. "It will serve well under my rule."

She narrowed her glowing violet eyes. "But I will also claim the Silent Realms—the underground networks beneath Ingrassia, where assassins and spies flourish. They will be my hidden army."

Zegion nodded. "A domain of deception suits you."

Azariah smirked. "It always has."

Xyloth leaned forward, his golden mane catching the dim light. "Coleus. It is a land of warriors, unrefined but brimming with potential. I will forge it into something greater."

He then pointed to the Barren Lands, an unforgiving desert wasteland. "And I shall claim the Barren Lands. If any dare enter without permission, they will be tested in the Crucible of Strength. The weak will perish."

Diablo raised an eyebrow. "So, you wish to create a realm of warriors?"

Xyloth grinned. "No, a realm of gods."

Xalvador, the silent specter, finally spoke, his voice like a breath on the wind. "The Holy Empire of Lubelius. A land shrouded in mystery, perfect for those who exist outside the laws of men."

He then turned to the Forgotten Dragon City, a metropolis where dragons run.

I will rebuild it in my image."

A ghostly smile played on his lips. "It will become the capital of the unseen."

As the territories were claimed, Diablo and Zegion subtly ensured that each new Demon Lord's domain would strengthen Tempest's position rather than threaten it.

Zephyrion's skies controlled all aerial movement and trade routes.

Azariah's Ingrassia and underground network ensured Tempest's control over spies, diplomacy, and secrets.

Xyloth's warrior kingdom meant an endless supply of elite soldiers, should Tempest ever need them.

Xalvador's forgotten ruins dragon city would grant Tempest access to ancient knowledge and hidden power.

None of the new Demon Lords realized that they were strengthening Tempest's dominion rather than acting independently.

Diablo tapped his wine glass, a resonant chime filling the room. "Then it is settled."

Zegion's voice followed, unshaken, absolute. "This council shall stand united. There will be no pointless conflicts between us. If war must be waged, it will be against the world, not among ourselves."

Azariah smirked. "And if mortals resist?"

Diablo grinned. "Then they will learn why Demon Lords are feared."

The room pulsed with raw, overwhelming power.

Diablo turned to his three most trusted subordinates—Nor, Rela, and Canilla.

"You know what must be done," he said smoothly.

Nor bowed gracefully. "Of course, my lord. The world will soon understand who their true rulers are."

Rela giggled, licking her lips. "Let's see who dares resist."

Canilla cracked her knuckles. "If they refuse to listen, we'll make them listen."

With that, the three vanished, spreading across the Cardinal World to deliver a single, undeniable truth:

The Demon Lords have risen.

Rulers of mortal nations called emergency meetings. Some sought alliances, others prepared for war.

The Holy Church of Lubelius declared the new Demon Lords as harbingers of chaos.

Mercenaries, adventurers, and rogue warriors saw opportunity—some swore loyalty, others sought to test the new rulers.

Old factions and hidden organizations resurfaced, hoping to exploit the chaos for their own gain.

The world order had shifted, and none could ignore it.

From a realm beyond mortal reach, the original Demon Lords—Rimuru, Guy, Milim, Draguel, Luminous, Leon, and Ramiris—watched the events unfold.

Rimuru smirked. "Diablo and Zegion pulled it off."

Guy chuckled. "They didn't just pull it off—they manipulated the entire world order."

Milim grinned excitedly. "This is so cool! Maybe I should challenge them!"

Luminous sipped her wine. "Clever little devils. The new Demon Lords think they rule their lands freely… but Diablo and Zegion have them wrapped around their fingers."

Leon nodded. "They played the game perfectly. Each new territory strengthens Tempest's control."

Ramiris sighed. "I just hope this doesn't turn into another world war."

Draguel, watching silently, exhaled. "The world has changed forever."

Even beyond the Keepers, Beerus, Whis, and his wives observed from their divine throne.

Beerus smirked. "Hmm… Diablo and Zegion are dangerous. I like them."

Whis chuckled. "Shall we intervene?"

Beerus yawned. "No need. Let's see how far they can go."

And thus, with the Demon Lord Council reborn, the Cardinal World entered a new era—one where unseen rulers controlled fate from the shadows.