Valentine stood before his conjuration chamber, watching purple flames dance beneath the copper cauldrons. The massive structure hummed with dark energy, ready to birth his army. He gripped the Rod of Sautë tighter, feeling its power pulse through his purple fingers. This machine would forge dessert beasts strong enough to crush every demon lord in the Underworld. They would march under his command, unstoppable and fierce. The throne awaited him, and nothing would stand in his way. He stepped closer to the metallic chamber, studying its intricate tubes and valves. Dark chocolate bubbled in one vat while liquid candy magic swirled in another. The alchemical equipment clicked and hissed, ready for the first creation. Valentine pulled a lever and the chamber roared to life. The ingredients mixed and spun inside the towering machine. Steam burst from brass pipes as the chamber's core glowed bright pink. Valentine watched the transformation begin, his sharp teeth gleaming in a wild grin. A shape formed in the center compartment, growing larger with each second. The metallic door swung open with a heavy clang. A creature made of hardened fudge and caramel armor stepped forward, its eyes burning with borrowed life. Valentine's first dessert beast stood before him, ready to serve. One down, he thought. An army to go. Valentine raised the Rod of Sautë and pointed it at the fudge beast. The creature turned its head, waiting for commands. He swung the rod left, and the beast marched that direction. He swung right, and it followed. The connection between them felt solid, like a chain made of sugar and dark magic. Valentine tested different movements, watching the creature mirror his commands. It raised its caramel fists when he waved the rod upward. It crouched low when he pointed down. The practice would make him faster in real battle. He needed control before facing the demon lords who ruled the Underworld's throne. His army would be perfect, trained to strike without question. Soon, every demon lord would kneel before him. Castle Doughenstein waited for its master's return. Valentine pictured the gothic towers and dark laboratory halls where he would rule. The grand throne room would hold his seat of power once the Underworld fell. He imagined his dessert beasts lining the corridors, guarding every entrance. The demon lords thought themselves untouchable, but they had never faced an army like his. Valentine looked at the fudge beast, then back at the conjuration chamber. He would fill those castle halls with hundreds more creatures. The Underworld's throne belonged to him, and he would claim it.