(General POV)
Location the Nethervoid-Empty Floating Cloister
Landing on one of the several massive violet cloisters of floating earth from the very Nethervoid, originally it was supposed to belong to Phobos but he made his domain beneath the Nethervoid which fit him.
Looking around the barren violet colored cloister he felt that it would be a waste to leave it without a master, so he'll give it to Varimathras and his newest high-daemons the dreadlords aka nathrezim, as their own domain under Varimathras himself.
Since he believes giving his newest daemonic subjects a barren land would be inconsiderate, plus he was eager in creating thing, the Dark One assumes it is the Creator part of his divinities needing to create more.
The Dark One already has the perfect image for the kingdom of the Dreadlords, using the ruins of Lordaeron as inspiration, especially with WoW: Battle of Azeroth granting an updated and expanded view of the ruined city, damned by the greatest fallen hero and personally one of Laharl's top 10 Fallen Heroes, Arthus the Lich King.
He'll used his [Creator] divinity along with a FAC/Free Absolute Creation to build this kingdom and add a few little adjustments that Varimathras and his kin, will certainly enjoy.
Calling to Aillia to use one of his FACs and with a quick (Right away!!!) a ball of light appeared floating into the air.
The Free Absolute Creation floated in mid-air for a moment before in a brief, glow it soared straight into the chest of the Dark Creator, and in a powerful, blinding flash of light overflowing with Warp-energies and his own Creation Divinity further empowering the Free Absolute Creation, as it read all the thoughts and desires of Laharl on what he desired to create.
The cloister shuke for a brief moment, as structures, towers, and more started to be made into existence.
Directly resembling the ruined kingdom of the Allience, with some few extras...dark florrah vines, shrubs, and other plants were sprouting and holding most of the Lordaeron ruin in place with the power of Creation and the FAC breaking through the barriers of worlds, the Dark One brought the energies of the Twisted Nether onto this new kingdom, called the Twisted Castle, with daemonic runes of both WoW and Warhammer edged onto the walls and towers of this daemonic city.
Pleased with the results, the Dark One starts exploring the fel and carnage touched fantasy style city, eventually entering the infamous Throne Room where Warcraft 3 truly starts to become its own world apart from the other fantasy series, and also the scene that showed Sylvanas' true colors as she abandoned Saurfang...RIP to a true OG...he was a Horde Player in his old mortal life, but regardless the deeper he went the more the Fel surged forwards and...welcomed him, apart from Gul'dan no character has mastered the Fel before...unless the new expansions he miss with his reincarnation have made a character at such, but the daemonic magical energies of the Twisted Nether, were surging into him and merging with his very being like a sponge...in all honesty Laharl is surprised on how the Fel was acting with him, especially with how Blizzard plays and explains Fel energies in its lore, but the Dark One only shrugged and kept walking towards the unclaimed throne of Lordaeron.
Laharl knew it was perfect time to spawn and summon the Nathrezim before his newest, and now seventh Elder Daemon.
Focusing on his very being, feeling the presence of the dreadlords that he obtained with his negotiations/convincing of Varimathras to serve and eternally bound himself and his Kim to his service, he found the essence of the Nathrezim within himself, and began bringing it fort.
As the Dark One brought out the newest Carnage high-daemons that shall join his legions and service, as he did soo burst of Fel-fire started to manifest all over the expanded and enlarged throne room of Lordaeron or the now called the Twisted Castle until Varimathras decides an official name for this new cloister...as the columns of fel flames started to cease and reveal the male and female dreadlords that have terrorized Azeroth for countless years all clearly confused and disoriented from their summons to the Nethervoid, from the dreadlords/nathrezim summoned were the two other infamous dreadlords, Detheroc and Balnazzar, in their Warcraft 3 Remake models, like the rest they were utterly confused, Laharl heard their conversations about what has happened to them all, from "being summoned by either Kil'jaeden or Sargeras" to "them being sent to another world to burn" and much more...this continued for a while until the former denizens of the Twisted Nether, finally noticed the Dark One standing beside the empty throne with his arms crossed.
Amongst those summoned were the infamous two dreadlords Detheroc and Balnazzar, tries to threatened the Dark One, which he found very amusing as the fat one and the unimpressive dreadlords though they were standing tall and strong over a superior, and higher entity.
Sprouting his wings, cracking his neck ignoring everything the two imbecils were spitting out their mouths, but the moment that they touched him, Laharl responded...
That response was in the form of releasing a small amount of his dark divine aura, making all the energies of the room, the shadows dances and took the form of horrendous creatures...with a simple motion Laharl grabbed Balnazzar's hand and crushed it.
The sounds of bone snapping and breaking as daemon blood gushed from the injured dreadlord's hand, and in-between the Dark One's claws.
As Balnazzar screamed in other pain, and in a futile attempt to free his hand pulled and tried to force only for the Dark One, to increase the force he was doing to the dreadlord causing him even more pain.
Seeing this and the show of power immediately making the rest of nathrezim back away some wanted to cast [Shadow Bolt], [Fear] or [Streams of Fel] at their unknown assailant only when the spells began to channel in the claws of the Dreadlords they were immediately snuffed out by Laharl's power over them as their God and eternal master regardless of their knowledge of it or not...
Seeing that they'd tried to run but the doors of the room were shut tight, and any attempt to open a portal to the Twisted Nether was useless, meaning they were at the complete mercy of this handsome horned, young "man", Laharl could easily read their mind, as he smirked and let go of Balnazzar making the dreadlord stumble back to the stairs.
As he made his maroon black eyes ignite I'm a violet colored flame, bursting from them and spoke, "Show respect to your new Dark God. I am Laharl Valboga, Chaos God of Carnage, Darkness, and Daemons, which are namely you all nathrezim." the Dark One as he said this his "shadow" took the shape of his true form, (Arch-Daemon, Valboga) with all the eyes on the shadow's body including the serpents glowing bright and menacing at all the dreadlords.
With that clear display of greater power, the nathrezim knew that what the Dark One, Laharl Valboga was saying was utterly true, not even Lord Sargeras could even compare in any sense to this an actual Daemon God.
At that moment Laharl spoke again, "Seems that you now understand who is standing before you. Now it's time you understand why I'd summoned and freed you all from the chackles of blind faith, unrewarded devotion, and misplaced loyalty." just like Varimathras before the Dark One showed them all the events and doomed fates of not just their kind, but also the masters that they'd served throughout the World of Warcraft timeline...
Exactly like Varimathras before these dreadlords all fell to their knees, even the badly injured Balnazzar was also on his knees the despair of the truth of their doomed future clearly overwhelming the physical pain of his crushed hand.
Just like Varimathras he swore to reward their devotion, and fealty with power and actual prosperity for the nathrezim, as he spread his arms and said, "I'd already started may I present your new kingdom, in my realm, this is the Twisted Castle home of the Nathrezim...and your soon to come king." these words got the attention of the Dreadlords.
As they were no longer confused or lost, they started to sense and pull onto the energies of the Chaos and the Immaterium, they'd felt power unlike anything before...even the fel energies of the Twisted Nether pale in comparison to the ruinous powers within the Warp.
But the other declaration that caught all their attention was the mention of a "King of Dreadlords".
Already Laharl was sensing the hunger and lust for power that dreadlords are quite known for exuding in waves from most of all the nathrezim.
Laughing within his mind he decided to first show them all that is Carnage and the Warp, before introducing/summoning the Dreadlord King, and his seventh Elder Daemon, commanding the shadows to turn into tentacles that quickly wrapped around every single dreadlord in the room.
Laharl said to them as he can see and sense their fear and worry about his current action, "Don't be afraid...this will show you everything, it'll be faster than explaining." Laharl's shadow tentacles slithered up to their heads, touching their forheads...a little trick he picked up from the Primordial One...using those tentacles and the contact their doing with the dreadlords' heads, Laharl dumped all the knowledge of the World, the Warp, the Nethervoid, the Neverborn, and of course as well of all Gods that dwell and reign within the Immaterium.
Despite the nathrezim lack of the usual pupils, Laharl could see clearly as their eyes rolled to back of their head, as the new information and world was being transferred into their minds...by far of all the daemons under his command the ones that will have the most ego, and intellect will be the dreadlords, but in almost hypocritical way, they'll be the most loyal for he'll be a greater master than Archimonde, Kil'jaiden, Sargeras, or even Denathrius ever were.
With the "info-dump" done, the Dark One released and retracted his shadows, as the newest high-daemons of Carnage fell to the ground, panting and grasping for air.
But quickly they composed themselves and got on one knee, swearing in dark tongue to forever serve him and Carnage alone, using his [Oath] divinity the Dark One accepted and made the oath eternal...taking the opportunity he mentally contacted Aillia, to register and start spawning Nathrezim/Dreadlords exclusively to this area, as another purpose of the Twisted Castle, is to also act as the spawning ground of these high-daemons apart from being their kingdom too.
Aillia responded to him with, (Already done, my Lord. Also congratulations on gaining the nathrezim's loyalty. They were different from previous daemons you've created or spawn. I was bit worried this might end, with you having to teach them some manners...(;×;)) Laharl only thought, "Never chance my little helper."
But regardless the nathrezim were officially and completely loyal to him and him alone, now it was time to summon Varimathras the Seventh Elder Daemon of Carnage.
Laharl addressed his nathrezim, he thanked the new laharlish daemons and swear that they'll gain power and cause Carnage like never before...he also said, "Now that everything it settled. It's time to introduce the king of your kin, and my seventh Elder Daemon." upon saying these several male dreadlords stepped forward with Detheroc and Balnazzar being among the ones that stepped forward.
All pleading their case on to why they should become king and his newest Elder Daemon...cause the only thing he omitted in the info-dump was the identity of said Elder Daemon.
Smiling as he started summoning Varimathras, as they grubbled and pleading at his feet, Laharl focused on the new Elder Daemon's essence and brought it out while coating and empowering Varimathras' essence with the ruinous powers of Carnage.
In a flash a massive burst of green and amethyst tinted Fel-fire burst into the room, specifically in front of the throne, the fel and daemonic energies were so great and intense that it forced the other dreadlords to back off...
Once more Laharl addressed them, stretching out his left arm in a clear sign of introducing the new figure that has joined them, "Nathrezim!!! May I introduced, the newest son of mine, the seventh Elder Daemon, and your King...Varimathras!!!!"
Emerging from the green flame was a fully restored and changed Varimathras, twice the size of the largest dreadlord, with a larger, thicker, and heavier version of the dreadlord armor in a maroon and violet color pattern along with the mark of Carnage hanging from the chestplate, his horns were larger and greater with a amethyst colored crystal inbedded in the forehead of the ascended Nathrezim King.
Wisps of fel-fire floating around him, a larger pair of wings and claws with tips tinted maroon, with Varimathras revealed and ascended he spread his wings and sat down on the throne, and scanned the room.
Just as both Laharl and Varimathras expected all the other nathrezim were shocked on who was chosen to ascend not only in power but also the throne, as like they expected the most unpleased were Detheroc and Balnazzar, who then started yelling and defaming Varimathras, even claiming the Dark One that he should reconsider his choice on a Elder Daemon and ruler of the Dreadlords.
Laharl looked unimpressed as he allowed Varimathras to pass judgment and demonstrate his power to the rest of the Nathrezim.
With a simple hand gesture from Varimathras both dreadlords were forced on their knees, unable to move or speak, as Varimathras stood from his throne and walked towards Detheroc and Balnazzar.
He looked down at them, as the dreadlord elder daemon spoke, "You dare question our dark master and God's decision. LORD LAHARL ISN'T LIKE THOSE FOOL LEAGIONLORDS THAT WASTE TIME ON GRUDGES THAN POWER, OR LIKE THAT BASTARD DENATHRIUS THAT ONLY CARE ABOUT SASTIFYING HIS OWN DESIRES, THAN THE BETTERMENT OF REVENDRETH OR THE NATHREZIM!!!!! You worthless fools...no you are worth something...to our God, not me." smacking them both away with his arm, before returning to his throne.
Varimathras offered Detheroc and Balnazzar, as sacrifices to the Dark One to acquire the power and dominion over the power of Fel, Laharl thanked him as he walked down to the two down dreadlords, pointing his open hands over them he began pulling and ripping their essences and powers from their very beings.
Green cracks and burst of fel-energy started to form and emenate from the forms of Detheroc and Balnazzar, as they screamed and pleaded for mercy, Laharl's only response, "Why are you pleading to me, instead of your King?" but Varimathras silenced all attempts saying, "Vengeance and necessity. You sacrifice me for your benefit, I sacrifice you two for the betterment of the Nathrezim."
In a moment both dreadlords were completely destroyed and made into raw fel-energy that Laharl absorbed, growing in daemonic and magical power, as fel-fire ignited and burst from his arms stronger than any mortal or immortal warlock in history, but it didn't end there as then Varimathras with his emence empowerment and ascension to a Elder Daemon of Carnage, he tore a rift through worlds directly into the Twisted Nether, flooding the Twisted Castle in fel energies, most of it surged into Laharl...almost similar to how the Nethervoid acts whenever he leaves and returns to the Warp...the fel-energy of the Twisted Nether, welcomed and caressed Laharl...as it's one true master.
As this happened to Varimathras' suspension the Twisted Nether never had a true master worthy of it...until now, Laharl Valboga, Chaos God of Carnage was becoming the sole master and God of Fel energies and it source the Twisted Nether, and Varimathras and his subjects only responded by kneeling and showing reverence to their true master and Dark God, as he grew stronger still...