Long ago in the hills of the world, there lay the land that was ruled by the Devils. Under their rule, all the people of the land prospered and grew. All this trade and commerce came from the City of Bune, the center of all the commerce in the world. This prosperous city was filled with the finest of cloth, jewels, wines and crafts, constantly filled everyday with all the peoples of the land. All this was possible from the greatest of the Devil Kingdoms, Diafol.
The Kingdom that was carved and forged inside the Crimson Mountain, ruled by the Devil King, Zenelious Gremory. Along with his son, Zeoticus Gremory, Zenelious ruled the Devil kingdom in peace. However, that changed when the Devils began to dig into the depths of the Crimson Mountain as they were forgers of the finest art. The more they dug, the more the people gained in wealth. The king shared his wealth with everyone in need before the time of the greatest find.
The Devils had been mining for years before the greatest of the treasures were found, the Lilithstone. The proverbial heart of the Crimson mountain, the magical stone was the turning point for the Devil People and the kingdoms. When the miners brought the Lilithstone to Zenelious, the King took the stone and began to study it with great ernest. Months after the finding of the stone, the King used it for the first time on the kingdom's gold, the magic of the Lilithstone doubling the treasury's gold but at a great cost.
For every time the magic of the stone was used, the treasure that was created from the magic would carry a devastating curse, making the treasure call out for the greatest horder to come and claim it. The weeks after this power was found, Zenelious continued to magic of the Lilithstone to grow the treasury beyond what it had been, but all this would come to an end. For the curse had become so powerful that the gold called the most dangerous horder to the gates of Diafol.
Zeoticus Gremory stood on the ramparts of Diafol with his eldest son, Sirzech Perseus Lucifer nee Gremory, looking at the land that was ruled by his father. Not that he would say that his father had started going off the deep end, which he kind of did, after using the Lilithstone. No, the way the gold in the treasury seemed to resonate with darker magic than he had ever felt, but it had been harmless.
"Father," His son looked to the east, frowning, "Do you hear that noise?"
Looking in the direction that his eldest was looking, Zeoticus heard something that chilled him to the bone. The noise started out low before building in power, causing the tree's to violently quake and a few to snap from the force. It kept building until it came loud and clear, sounding like the winds of a powerful hurricane, but it was darker and more dangerous. He quickly turned and marched down the ramparts, his voice coming out sharp and hard.
"Raise the alarm! Get the people into the underground shelters and warn the city of Bune!" He ordered, Sirzech on his heels.
"Father, what is it?" His son said, his eyes looking nervous and a bit fearful.
Zeoticus grabbed his son and pulled him down as emerald green flames barely missed them, turning the guards that had been posted nearby into ashen corpses. Hurriedly pushing Sirzech into Diafol, Zeoticus ran towards the armory, his mind racing to think.
"FATHER!" Sirzech shouted, "What was that?!"
"Dragon's fire!" Zeoticus shouted back, "The fire of Ddraig Y Goch, the Red Dragon Emperor!"
His son paled and picked up the pace, running to get the armies ready as his father ran toward to find his father.
However, the City of Bune had been struck by the wrath of the Fire Drake of the West, burning towers looking sickly against the dying light of the setting sun. Ddraig laid waste and death until the City of Bune was nothing more than a ruin before he turned his gaze towards the Crimson Mountain.
Zeoticus stood at forefront of the Devil armies, his sword reflecting the light of the torches. Ahead of him were the massive iron doors of Diafol, 80 feet of Devil forged iron. But that wasn't stopping what made the army or himself nervous, no, it was the sound of something large attacking the doors. The doors held before the dents started appearing, causing a hush to go over the army.
As the doors started falling to the powerful attacks of the dragon, Zeoticus tightened his grip around his weapon before the claws of Ddraig came and pried open the door, the crimson scales glinting in the setting sun. As the doors gave way until Ddraig's strength and Zeoticus gritted his teeth.
"Charge!" He roared before emerald fire filled the grand hall of Diafol.
Sirzech ran into the hall, he had only gotten his sword before returning to see his father and the devil army swiftly defeated by the dragon. Emerald fire had killed most of the army the rest had been torn apart by the creature. Raising his sword, he charged the winged terror and slashed at his feet. Ddraig roared and whipped his tail at Sirzech, who dodged it and stabbed his weapon inbetween the scales of Ddraig.
Roaring in anger, Ddraig blasted his flames at the young Devil, but Sirzech was too fast and dodged them. Over and over, Sirzech attacked the monster before he was finally caught and brought down by the Crimson Terror.
"You fought with foolish bravery, Devil, but you will now die." Ddraig hissed before roaring pain as Sirzech stabbed his foot.
That didn't save him, as he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the form of his little sister, Rias.
"RUN! GO! DON'T LOOK BACK!" Sirzech shouted before he was struck from behind by Ddraigs fire, his sword falling and landing at Rias's feet as she let out a scream that was louder than the roar of the emerald green flames that took her brother from this world.
On that day, the kingdom of Diafol was lost and the Fallen Angels, allies to the Devil's, watched from afar as they ran from the Crimson Mountain. On that day, Rias Elizabeth Gremory never forgave and never forgot as her world came to an end from Ddraig the Mighty.
