Supreme Beings of Azeroth

The throne room was filled with nervous anticipation. Jaina stood with the mages, their hushed discussions filled with frustration and disbelief. Onyxia had violated Stormwind's sanctum with ease. Stormwind's royal mage, his face pale with barely restrained fury, had arrived moments ago to explain how the castle's magical defenses had been sabotaged from within, allowing the dragon to move through them as if they were nothing more than gauze.

Nearby, the royal physicians and priests were tending to Bolvar. The Highlord's body trembled with barely contained rage, his teeth clenched as he struggled to sit upright, forcing himself to stay conscious. Despite the pain, he kept muttering apologies, his voice hoarse with shame.

"I failed you, Your Majesty," he rasped. "I failed Anduin."

Varian barely acknowledged him. The king of Stormwind paced back and forth like a caged animal, mumbling curses under his breath.

Onyxia had promised a delegation would come, and the minutes ticked by painfully slowly. Anduin was in grave danger, and she had no idea if they would be able to retrieve him.

Then, the air in the throne room shifted. A vortex of swirling void appeared in the middle of the throne room. Varian reacted immediately, instinct overriding reason. With a roar, he lunged forward, sword in hand, only for Bolvar and Windsor to grip his arms in a desperate attempt to hold him back. "Your Majesty, be reasonable!" Bolvar exclaimed.

Varian struggled like a madman, "My son is there!"

"I know, but let them arrive first. If we are to fight them, then you'll need backup." Windsor pleaded, his voice barely keeping the edge of panic at bay.

The void rippled, and figures emerged one after another. Jaina felt her breath hitch. They were identical. Black-haired, all having yellow catlike eyes and forming rows at the sides of the portal, betraying the fact that they likely all were black dragons. All of them, both men and women, dressed in identical grey uniforms with an obsidian crest on their chests

Dragons. Jaina's mind reeled as she counted. Twenty-four dragons in human form. Stormwind's defenders tensed, hands gripping weapons, but no one dared to make the first move. The last to emerge was Onyxia, her every movement dripping with satisfaction. She took her place beside the still-glowing portal and lifted her chin with a smirk. Then, in a voice filled with dark amusement, she announced, "Presenting Emperor Ainz Ooal Gown and Empress Buku Ooal Gown." She announced with glee and knelt as the portal shimmered with the rest of the dragons dropping on one knee as well.

Jaina had already known that this was a demonstration of power, but she hadn't anticipated just how overwhelming it would be.

And then, they arrived. The portal pulsed like the heartbeat of some eldritch beast, and through its swirling void stepped a figure bathed in fire and shadow. The woman was clad in full-body black plate armor, the obsidian metal absorbing the light and making her presence seem all the more commanding. Scarlet-red accents lined the engravings, a spiked obsidian crown sitting on her raven black hair with a shining halo of light just above it. In her hands, she wielded a flamberge wreathed in ethereal flame, the jagged, undulating blade casting flickering reflections along the polished marble floor.

Jaina's breath hitched. A large pair of wings made from pure light extended from her back, partly folded but still enormous enough to nearly scrape the high ceilings. They radiated a brilliance that could have belonged to an angelic being.

Beside her stood death incarnate, clad black robes made of midnight itself, his massive shoulder pads- a common vanity among casters often used as decoration. But the most striking thing was his bare chest. Where flesh should have been, there was only pristine bone, each rib perfectly symmetrical, white as polished marble. But deep within the cage of his skeletal form, an ominous dark-red orb pulsed with unnatural energy, its glow like the last dying embers of an apocalyptic fire. His empty eye sockets were burning with a fiery red glow. In his right hand, he held an artifact-level golden staff that looked like a pole with seven snakes weaved around it and with each gem of a different color stuck in their mouths.

Behind them, a small figure hesitated at the edge of the portal. Anduin stepped through cautiously. Ainz gently extended a skeletal hand and gave him a gentle push forward, "Go rejoin your father."

Anduin didn't need to be told twice. He darted forward, running to Varian and clinging to his father's chest plate.

"First off, let me apologize for my servant using the crown prince as leverage. I assure you, no harm came to the young prince while in our care." Ainz spoke in a deep, regal tone, the flames in his eyes dancing.

"Nazarick has no desire to start a war with the Alliance, and I hope we can resolve our differences today and be civil neighbors," he added.

Varian's breath was ragged, his hands clenching into fists, his emotions a storm barely held in check. Then he raised his sword, pointing it directly at Ainz.

"You let your beast infest my home, you send your orcs into my lands, and you talk of peace!"

For the first time, Ainz let out a quiet chuckle. "You misunderstand, young King. I didn't come to beg for peace." Then, the air itself changed. Ainz did nothing but exist, and yet the entire room plunged into suffocating dread. The flames in his eye sockets flared, and a thick, oppressive aura descended upon the throne room like a falling guillotine. "I came to tell you that it is in your best interests to seek good relations with Nazarick." Ainz continued

Jaina choked. Her breath caught in her throat, her lungs refusing to function as pure, unfiltered terror sank its claws into her. She had faced the horrors of the Third War. She had never felt such an overwhelming, all-consuming dread. Not even when she stared at a five-meter-tall pit-lord in the eye as the four-legged demon swung his tree-sized weapon at her. She dropped to her knees, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

She was not alone. Throughout the chamber, seasoned warriors and powerful magi alike fell, their bodies betraying them, their wills shattered under the weight of Ainz's presence. Even Krasus, a being whose true nature was far mightier than his human visage let on, gritted his teeth, his hands curled into trembling fists. Only Varian remained defiant. He took a single step back—just one. But it was enough. The hesitation, however slight, did not go unnoticed.

Ainz saw it. Buku chose that moment to step forward, her presence like a flicker of warmth against the cold abyss Ainz had unleashed. Though her voice was softer than her husband's, it carried no less authority.

"We do not want to be your enemies, but do not mistake our desire for peace for a weakness. We took over Blackrock with all its issues, and we are solving them one at a time. Removing Onyxia from Stormwind was a worse option than letting her govern the nation and prepare for her departure gradually. We cannot simply return Redridge at the moment, our people need food. However, we are willing to negotiate and open a new page in world politics, but we will not do it at the expense of our subjects."

Her words hung in the air, a bridge of diplomacy amidst the suffocating power Ainz had displayed. Krasus, despite the lingering effects of the aura, did not back down. His blue eyes, barely veiled by his human form, glistened with restrained fury.

"You must be aware of the crimes your people have committed. Black dragons are genocidal and corrupted to the core, even if you keep them shackled. The horrors of the First and Second wars, caused by orcs, are still fresh in the memories of the people. Unlike the orcs of the horde, the orcs you command never atoned for their crimes. Tell us, Ainz Ooal Gown, can you reform them?"

Ainz looked at the brash mage, sensing something peculiar. With dragons constantly surrounding him, he could feel the subtle energies of their kind even through their visages, even though this one was slightly different than his servants. He cancelled his aura of dread and spoke among the signs of relief. "You must be the red dragon Onyxia spoke about. I have learnt the history of this world and what orcs did to your kind. Tell me your name. Do you represent red dragons here?"

Krasus hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Korialstrasz, "he answered, seeing no point in hiding his identity any longer.

From Ainz's side, Onyxia chuckled, "Dragon queen's consort. A valuable target." Onyxia spoke up.

"We are not here to take captives." Buku waved her off. "Then you must know that I removed the corruption from all black dragons in our service. They do not serve the old gods anymore and are aligned with our goal to preserve and protect this world.

"What do you mean, remove the corruption? Such a feat…only the titans themselves could possibly do it. If what you claim is true then…what are you!?" Krasus' composure broke, animatedly asking for explanations as he could not deny that these two mysterious entities had full control over all the black dragons present in the room. He had not interacted with Onyxia a lot but he knew the dragoness was arrogant enough to talk back the her imposing father and now she was kneeling and showing absolute submission to Ainz and Buku.

The rest of the room looked at the red dragon in confusion. "What old gods?" Jaina asked, her brows furrowed. It was the first time she had even heard of such a term, and by the reactions of others, she was not the only one.

Krasus turned to her, her expression grim. "Ancient horrors the titans subdued when they ordered our world. They lie dormant in their eternal prisons. Their influence, unfortunately, is still felt and the Earth Warden Neltharion, better known as Deathwing was first to fall to their corruption, affecting the rest of his flight."

"Not anymore," Buku said, her voice carrying an air of finality. "I told you, I cleansed them. My husband and I are known as the Supreme Beings and we hail from another reality. We have made this world our home and thus it is our goal to protect it. Make no mistake, if we wanted you dead, either of us could level this city in an instant. We seek peace, progress, and cooperation. If need be, we will rule this world. But we are content with mortals governing themselves - so long as they do so competently. Blackrock and its surrounding areas are our domain; so are its people."

She might have painted her and Ainz in a much more benevolent light than they were but most of what she said was true.

Jaina, quick to seize the opportunity, lifted her chin, "I propose a gathering of world leaders to discuss the emergence of the Nazarick Empire. I will host the meeting in Theramore as it is neutral grounds. Master Krasus, would you be able to join and speak for Dragons?" she proposed.

"I would." Krasus nodded, regaining a semblance of his usual composure.

"Remove all your agents from Stormwind and cease attacks in Redridge. Then, I will consider it." Varian demanded.

"Very well. A point of note - gnolls are not under our command. They cause us as much trouble as they do the Alliance. Since you have requested it, we will also cease gnoll extermination raids. All of our agents will leave the city within the hour. We will join the talks in Theramore under your terms, Jaina Proudmoore." Ainz agreed. The human king's demand was very reasonable and he had no qualms about fulfilling it. He was also intrigued by Jaina Proudmore and her offer, which, if working, could make Theramore neutral ground for world leaders to meet and communicate, akin to Switzerland back on Earth during European wars.

"Then it is settled. The Kirin Tor will join as well." Rhonin spoke at last, "I think it is time we set our differences aside and let the world heal after all the horrors of war."

"In that case. I will expect a messenger from Theramore." Ainz nodded and, together with Buku, departed. The dragons rose in unison and, with Onyxia in lead, disappeared through the portal as well, closing it the moment the last dragon disappeared from view.

The crisis was averted for now. Would peace last? That was harder to answer. But there was hope, and Jaina was not about to let the opportunity pass. All major world powers would get the invitation, Horde included, and she had a lot of preparations to make.

She turned to see Anduin still clinging to his father, relief evident in the way the boy buried his face in Varian's chest plate. Varian's anger would not be so easily soothed, but for now, he at least saw reason, and she couldn't help but smile seeing the happiness of Anduin as he clung to his father. She smiled softly. No child should grow up without parents, royalty included.

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