In a nearby mountain altar, there stood a man, a man surrounded by magical energy, wearing an odd suit of writhing and moving armor. Screams sounded to echo out from the various mouths that opened up from its surface, small puffs of dark steam would occasionally be coughed out by one of the mouths at a time, as if he was wearing the corpse of some kind of demon. Befitting, this man was donning the Forbidden Armor of the Grand Mage, Gates Of Desolation. An armor so horrid and evil that the very fact that it exists was a testament to the naturally evil state that all humans were born into. The man that wore this, was Warden Edgespell, now a Demon Overlord and full-time Guild Master of the Dark Guild Tartarus. This armor was secretly passed through his family throughout the generations, and it was said that those who could withstand wearing it were gifted with unimaginable power.
Warden himself was a very resilient man, who was very capable in the field of withstanding things such as magical drain. He was, after all, a Demon now. Warden would stand in the middle of a large magical circle carved into the top of a large platform... a very large platform, which was caused by the simple plateau-ing off of a mountain. He would be generating magical energy in large amounts, a huge reserve of his power would be being revealed in that the magic circle was emanating violently. He would laugh a bit... and then he would laugh a lot, "Finally, all this planning has brought me to my dream moment." His wild, passionate voice was unable to be registered by the sound lacrima, causing it to distort in a fashion that sounded like some sort of demonic child. His eyes glowed red brightly with the overflowing evil and power that he was unleashing, until he pulled out a vial. It was full of a crimson fluid. The camera panned over it, zooming closer and closer until one could see faces inside, crying out for mercy. He'd applied some Living Magic to the Dragon Slayer Blood before this ritual, to make sure that the sacrifice was alive. Within this vial was equivalent to the lives of 10,000 Dragon Slayers. He would flare up his magical energies as he would chant in an ominous Latin manner, which seemed to react with the magic, causing it to form into a giant sphere, literally a mile wide as it were. It hovered in the air, about 300 meters above the mountain's plateau.
Warden would then uncork the vial, and a series of 10,000 small mote-like entities would fly out of the bottle. They glinted an eerie reddish aura as they did, and scattered just enough to look like a cone of souls, which would become absorbed into the giant orb of dark magic. "Acnologia, Arise!" he commanded with simplicity in his now completely and utterly twisted voice. The sphere would suddenly begin to alter the weater, a giant storm cycle brewed overhead in seconds as the Orb would begin to shape into that shape of a Dragon... no... THE Dragon King, Acnologia. It was an unmistakable appearance, a wingspan a mile or more across, with an equally long span from head to tail. The scales were jet black, with occasional blue spiraling patterns throughout, with a steely grey underbelly area. Overall, this monster was a very well-rounded out creature, very sleek, very sharp. Warden would laugh maniacally as this rituals fruits were bore with such luster. "Now then, Acnologia, listen to my command, and destroy the Magic Council, the Rune Knights... Destroy Era!" he would command aloud with a wild twisting in his voice.
The camera would pan over his eyes, full of wicked intend his sclera were now red while he appeared to have yellow irises, his curly brown hair now even more mangled and messy than it usually was, judging from the camera angle's view of it. The camera would then pan over the face of Acnologia, pitch black with two blue spiraling marks on either side of his head, with white, circular eyes, the entire inside of his mouth gaped open to reveal a blue color. The screen would then make a symmetry view of Warden and Acnologia letting out a roar each, showing that they were completely in synchronization. Warden would leap vertically, and land on Acnologia's head, and he would place a hand on his guild mark, looking kind of like he was scratching his back, activating a mind link connection through the tattoos. "Alright Demons, the Ritual was a success. Descend on Era on my command, stay far away from it until then," he would say aloud in a commanding, but still twisted voice, showing that his excitement was completely undetainable.
He would then cross his arms and point his left index finger out before himself and Acnologia, the mouths that formed on his armor's shoulders lettings out gaseous clouds of magic, "Let's go, Acnologia." The Dragon King would unleash a ear-shattering roar, destroying the landscape below with just that alone, and then would fly forward, kicking up a sonic boom that cleared the debris away like a leaf blower.
Not even a full 5 minutes of traveling later, Warden and his new weapon and companion would arrive at the scene of Era. It was completely peaceful, until something completely blotted out the sun with its shadow. The Guild Master of Tartarus would chuckle to himself, and jump a bit into the air, "Alright then Acnologia. I will let you do your thing. Obliterate Era, so we may usurp the order of Fiore and then soon, the World!" He would raise his hand up, forming a magical sigil in the air, as he would jump up high and create a small writhing floating demon made of air alone would make a suitable platform for the Demon Overlord to stand upon. The monstrous Dragon King would begin to inhale deeply, a huge tornado of air, colors, earth, resources from nearby were disappeared into his maw. And that was just the inhale, the titanic being would then form a magic circle in front of his maw, which turned into a multi-layered magical circle, and he would exhale, shooting a cone of energy, 100 miles long and wide. In the wake of this blast was complete and total desolation for the city of Era. A small myriad of homes and buildings would still stand, providing a very dreary field for battle, but this would merely be a slaughter, as Warden was only sticking around to finish off what Rune Knights and Magic Council Members remained. He placed a hand on his upper back once more, "Alright Demons, let us pick the landscape clean from the scum. Leave no survivors." He would then leap down from his platform demon and land on a rather squishy surface, the rubble beneath his feet became a demon of his design. And he would only laugh as it squealed in agony.