Somehow, I think it worked.
After a couple of hours preparing, I had this foolproof plan:
Since I'm a demon lord, it's only natural I'd be menacing and demon-y, right? Therefore, whenever I'd talk to my men, I would follow these steps:
1. Engulf the area in a dark aura (+100 menacing points)
2. Engulf my eyes in hell fire so that they don't notice that I never look them in the eye, like sunglasses (+50 charisma)
3. Talk in long, echoing pseudo-intellectual speeches in such a way to include them in my plans and power. For example--WE shall bend this world to our knee, and take delight in their compliance! (+500 teamwork)
pretty good, right me? Anyways, after soundproofing my room with void flames, I rehearsed for a good 20 minutes. It's pretty easy to talk in mysterious ways because it gives me more time to gauge their reactions.
However, I say "I think it worked" because this is how it went down.
I waited until a guard knocked on my door, spilling dark flames onto the floor underneath the doors the second they did. After that, they appeared to stagger back, and alerted the others.
Once they all gathered, I began.
"At last.
After six long days and six long nights, the ascension is complete."
"K-King Juveth!"
"I am King Juveth no more. The Devil's Heart has heightened my senses, dulled my fears, and warped my powers to a height fit for a king no more."
I ignited the dark flames on the floor into a thousand different colors. Vermillion, Aquamarine, Emerald, every hue imaginable. I latched them onto the guards, transforming their petty armors into formidable shells of power.
"Is this a king's might? An army capable of burning through Holy Steel?"
I incinerate the walls around them so the outside is visible. From there, my flames reach out to the horses. The heat molds them from trusted rides to formidable dragons.
"A fleet on par with natural disasters?"
With the entire kingdom on fire, I finally open the doors of my room.
"And a presence on par with a God's?"
Beforehand, I transformed my robes into armor, spectacular sights of red and black burned in to make my reveal all the more grand. I surrounded my neck with a toothy shoulder piece, fire torching every point. As they stood gaping at my new appearance, I pulled the riskiest move yet.
Walking in a powerful stride, I approached the closest guard, one that very clearly did not fit into her new armor. A small, lanky woman with sixth feathers in her helmet, which I learned meant she was of the lowest rank. Perfect.
Cupping her chin with my hand, my fingertips passed golden flames (obviously visually, why would I harm my own guards?!) onto her face, and like a reverse teardrop, they dripped upwards into her eyes. I could practically feel her surprise as she grew 6 inches taller, and elevated her physical attributes. As a finishing touch, I erased all but 1 feather, to signify her status increase.
"With flames capable of banishing 6 feathered soldiers, you will refer to me not as King, nor Juveth any longer.
My flames demand strength. loyalty. and above all, the Hero's head. Could you do that for me?"
My soldiers stood in awe, but it worked. Their worries were gone, and instead displayed excitement beyond all measures. As if instinctively, they snapped into formation, and bowed their heads to chant together,
"YES, LORD..."
"...lord..."
Shiiiiiiiiit.
I forgot to tell them my new name. Even after making such a display of wanting a higher title, and throwing away my own name. shit. what do I do?
Don't think. Just let the inner NEET and his countless chuunibyou monologues take care of this!
"With fires hotter than everything on the surface, only the depths of the underworld can hold my strength. The only name fit for my flames is . . . Hellion."
Just like that, I bounced back from my misstep, and fast enough to dispel any awkwardness. In fact, I think it was cooler to reveal my name like this!
"YES, LORD HELLION!"
Ah, such bliss. Phase one is complete. It seems talking like an edgy teen doesn't matter with power like mine.