Deep beneath the King's Cross Station, beneath the steam clouds floating lazily over the stone structure, and the crowds of people going about their day, lay miles and miles of stone and dirt, and beneath that...lay the Tomb of the Ebony Lord.

In ancient times, as the legend says, there was Merlin. Beside him was Arthur and against them was Morgana and Mordred, and that is all. Or, at least, that is all mortals know. For as the mortal scientist Isaac Newton once said, "Every action has an equal and opposing reaction". Merlin was no mere mortal sorcerer. He was the very essence of magic- her power, her beauty, her authority, but where there is good, there is evil. Where there is light, there must be darkness

They called him the Devil Incarnate, the poisonous one, Nightshade. He was the Beast in the shape of man. Cruel and cunning, fearsome and brutal. The one who scorched Sodom and Gomorrah, the one who killed 50 million people with a plague, the one who whispered in the ears of gods and men and enticed them into making cruel and brutal decision. He was the one who played with the strings of Fate like they were mere toys. He whispered in Hitler's ears, and through him, brought forth immense death and destruction. He spoke to Stalin, and brought an era of fear. He has left a bloody, violent streak through history.

He spoke to the Peverells, posing as Death, granting them immense power, because he knew what they would do with it. He whispered to Grindelwald, bringing forth the First Blood War, and... long ago, a young boy made a deal with him. He granted the boy power and charisma, and in exchange, played with him like a puppet. That boy was Tom Marvolo Riddle.

This was meant to be his final resting place, where he was at last sealed and imprisoned. The Great Tomb of the Ebony Lord, forged from pure titanium, with tall onyx gates that were bound with chains of enchanted steel, and carved with mystical runes. Prayers were written to every God, in every language known to man and magic. Several human sacrifices were made and the doors were sealed with their blood and bone.

All of that...all of it failed. For evil never rests, and in the hatred and greed and vanity of humans, the Ebony Lord resided. It may have bound his physical and magical form, but he could still whisper in the ears of men, and through them, cause untold amounts of destruction.

He is a tall and slim man, with features one may even call beautiful. His flowing ebony locks hang to just below his shoulders, and his eyes burn pure black with the most powerful dark magicks. He always has a smile affixed to his face, manic and unchanging, revealing pointed ivory teeth, tinted red with blood. It is said he wears a dark cloak, inscribed with runes and hieroglyphs. The serpent Apophis decorates the hilt of his sword, forged from cast iron, and inscribed with one sentence : "In nomine meo finiatur humanitas. Mundus resonat." (Let humanity end in my name. Let the world echo it). His helm is shaped like a snarling wolf, with the teeth constantly dripping venom, and is inscribed with a sentence, written in runes : "ᛁ ᚨᛗ ᚨᛚᛈᚺᚨ, ᛁ ᚨᛗ ᛟᛗᛖᚷᚨ. ᚲᚾᛖᛖᛚ ᛒᛖᚠᛟᚱᛖ ᛗᛖ, ᚠᛟᚱ ᛁ ᚨᛗ ᚦᛖ ᛊᚢᛈᛖᚱᛟᚱ"

A large burn covers one half of his face, given to him by his sole equal, Merlin, long ago.

Currently, he is sitting atop the burning-hot silver throne in the main chamber of the tomb, kept there as a taunt, and a punishment, chained to it by enchanted copper chains, each inscribed with a single phrase : "ᛚᛖᛏ ᛗᚨᚷᛁᚲ ᛒᛖ ᛒᛟᚢᚾᛞ". The doors to the tomb periodically shudder as something attempts to shatter them.

Finally, with an almighty crash, the doors fly open, as centaur blood and unicorn blood coat the central ritual circle, which had kept the doors in place

As smoke hisses from the acidic centaur blood, a man walks in. Quirinus Quirrell falls to the floor, and the face on the back of his head looks up at the Lord in reverence, and begins speaking, " O Great Lord of Magic, I, your loyal servant, have freed you."

Hearing this, a gust of magic shot out of the reclining Lord, knocking Quirrell back and shattering the copper chains.

The Great Lord stood tall, for the first time in millennia and laughed, and the whole world shuddered in fear