The summoning circle glowed brighter and brighter until, with a loud pulse of red light, he appeared.
Primordial Red.
One of the oldest daemons. A real monster.
His body formed from the swirling red magicules—tall, lean, with long red hair and strange black eyes glowing with a faint red ring. He wore a loose, almost casual robe that shimmered with weird symbols, and he looked around like he had just woken up from a nap.
Then he smiled. Calm, lazy, and a little amused.
"Well, well," he said casually, glancing around the ruined chamber. "All that effort… all those sacrifices… just to summon me? Not bad. Could've used better incense, though."
Jahil stepped forward, clearly thrilled. "Primordial Red. I am Jahil, first of the High Humans. You are now under my command. By my blood and these bindings, I order you—destroy the other races. Wipe out their kingdoms."
He pointed with authority, glowing chains of magic wrapped around Red's limbs, trying to hold him.
Red raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.
"…Really?" he said, deadpan.
Then—CRACK!
Red moved in a blink. Jahil's legs bent the wrong way as he screamed and collapsed, clutching them in agony.
"Aaaaargh! How!? You're under my control!"
Red just looked down at him and smiled. "Yeah, no. Those bindings? Already gone."
Jahil stared in shock.
"I let you think they worked. Thought it'd be fun." Red gave a small shrug. "But hey—you wanted destruction, right? I'll give you some. Free of charge."
Then, with that same innocent-looking smile that somehow felt wrong, he turned away.
Jahil tried to reach out, but he was shaking, useless.
"Wait…! Stop!"
But Red didn't even glance back. He was already fading into mist.
Far away, in the middle of the massive floating city of the High Humans, something snapped in the air. The sky turned red for a moment. Every magic barrier failed at once.
Then, just like that, Red appeared in the center of the capital—arms crossed, smile still there.
He looked around at the massive towers, glowing highways, and crowds of confused people.
"Nice place," he said.
Then he raised one hand and snapped his fingers.
And everything… began to burn.
Red—no, the daemon—was tearing through Jahil's kingdom like a walking disaster.
Towers crumbled, machines exploded, and entire defensive systems failed before they could even activate. The city's floating platforms started falling one by one. Screams echoed across the capital—panic, fear, chaos.
But in the middle of all that noise… one specific scream caught his attention.
"Giyaaaaa!"
Red froze mid-step. He tilted his head.
"Hm… Giyaa, huh?" he muttered, almost amused. "I like that."
He paused for a second, as if thinking deeply, then nodded to himself.
"Alright then. I'll take that. From now on, I'm Guy."
At that exact moment, red magicules surged around him—like the world itself had accepted the name. It wasn't just for show. His power actually started growing. His aura flared, and even the air around him started trembling.
He evolved from an archdaemon to a daemon lord. (daemon lord is also called daemon peer; dont confuse it with demon lord.)
Then suddenly, a voice echoed across the skies—one that only he could hear.
[Voice of the World]: Conditions fulfilled. Naming complete. Requirements met for Harvest Festival. Initiating evolution…
Guy blinked, surprised.
"…Harvest Festival?" he muttered, eyes wide, then slowly grinned. "Ohhh. Interesting?"
He looked at his hands, which were now glowing faintly with energy.
"Looks like I'm finally getting back the powers I had back home. This is going to be fun."
His smile widened as another shockwave of magic spread from his body, leveling everything around him for miles.
The souls of the dead—thousands of them—started to rise. Glowing faintly, flickering like candlelight. Over 10,000 in total. All of them drawn toward him because of the harvest festival.
Guy raised an eyebrow. "Amazing."
He held out one hand lazily, and the magicules responded like an obedient storm. The souls drifted closer, circling him like a glowing swarm.
"But I only need ten thousand…" he muttered, counting without even trying.
And the moment the ten thousandth soul merged into him—
[Voice of the World]: Soul requirement met. Evolution begins. Title acquired: True Daemon Lord – Guy Crimson.
His body lit up from within—red and black magic bursting out in waves. The spire beneath him cracked, and the pressure from his magic crushed everything in the area. The sky shook. The flames below flared up violently and then died in silence.
Guy looked down at his hand again, clenching his fist once.
"…Now that's more like it."
He cracked his neck, letting the magic settle around him. His form didn't change much—but now, the air itself seemed to move when he did. His presence had become unmistakable.
He was no longer just some summoned daemon.
He was a true Demon Lord now.
Guy Crimson had been born.
He with a smile.
"Jahil really messed up summoning me."
In that single moment… the world changed.
What began as just another chaotic rampage ended up awakening one of the strongest beings in existence.
The one once called Primordial Red—an ancient daemon from the dawn of existence—had taken on a new name. Guy.
He became a True Demon Lord—a being with authority, dominion, and power equal to the greatest rulers of the world.
But even that wasn't the end.
Because Guy wasn't just anyone. He was one of the Primordials—the original seven daemons born at the beginning of time. For them, evolution didn't stop at daemon lord.
The instant he awakened fully, something deeper stirred inside him. Power that had once been sealed or dormant came flooding back. His soul and body reached their true form.
He became what only Primordials could ever become—
A Devil Lord.
The pinnacle of daemon evolution.
His magicules surged to their highest possible level. His presence distorted the space around him. Even the land beneath his feet no longer dared to resist.
From that moment on, Guy wasn't just a threat.
He was a calamity.
A Devil Lord now walked the world again—and the balance of power had just shattered.
Race: Devil Lord (Evolved Primordial) Alias: Primordial Red, Guy Crimson Rank: Catastrophe-Class (Devil Lord-Class Threat) Title(s):
Devil Lord
True Daemon Lord
One of the Seven Primordials
Tyrant of Crimson Calamity
Skill: Pride
Type: Unique / Passive–Active Hybrid
✨ Passive Effect: Sovereign Self-Regard
Guy's innate arrogance becomes a tangible power source. The more he believes in his dominance, the stronger he becomes.
Grants continuous scaling buffs to all core stats—strength, speed, magic potency, regeneration, and resistance.
Buff potency correlates directly with his confidence level. Even momentary doubts weaken his aura; unwavering pride amplifies it.
With his power fully awakened, Guy stood at the center of destruction.
The once-great capital of the High Humans lay in ruin—burning, broken, buried under silence.
But he wasn't finished.
Not yet.
Now that he had returned to his full strength as a Devil Lord, there were old bonds to call upon. Rivals, allies, enemies. And Guy, ever the type to act on impulse, decided to bring two of them into this world as well.
With a snap of his fingers and a ripple in space, he opened two summoning gates—deep rifts into the Daemon Realm.
From the first, a figure emerged with long, wet-blue hair and piercing silver eyes. She wore a sharp coat soaked in a sheen of magic, and her very presence carried the scent of rain and blood. Wherever she walked, red droplets followed—as if the world remembered the slaughter tied to her.
This was the Blue Primordial—one of the seven ancient daemons.
And now, Guy named her.
"From now on, you'll be called Rain," he said with a grin. "Fitting, right? A rain of blood to mark the fall of this pathetic kingdom."
She raised an eyebrow, smirked, and gave a small bow. "Took you long enough to call me, Lord Guy."
From the second gate stepped another woman—this one with long green hair, calm eyes, and a slow, eerie smile. Her aura was cold and heavy, dragging despair into every corner of the land. Where she walked, the grass wilted. The air grew still. Hope seemed to fade just by looking at her.
She was the Green Primordial.
Guy gave her a name too.
"You… you're Misery. To represent death and despair. Sounds dramatic, huh?"
She chuckled. "Very. But I don't mind. It suits me."
Both of them stood beside him now—not just as allies, but as his subordinates.
Why?
Simple.
He had defeated both of them before. Not by trickery, not by luck—but by sheer overwhelming power. In the Daemon Realm, power was everything. And Guy had proven himself above them long ago.
They didn't serve him because of loyalty. They followed him because he earned it.
Now, three of the Primordials walked the world together.
Guy.
Rain.
Misery.
And their presence alone was enough to throw the world's balance into chaos.
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