"Segunda Etapa!!!!!"
A deep voice, like that of a fiend from the darkest depths, slowly rolled from Achill's throat. Wave after wave of dark green magical light, so deep it was almost black, slowly spilled from his body. His magic gradually spread, sweeping across the sky over the entire Royal Capital like a silent film playing out.
His snow-white clothing slowly vanished, transforming entirely into long, snow-white hair. A pair of long, majestically curved horns of bone pierced through the white locks. Two drops of dark green liquid flowed from his eyes, forming tear-like markings thicker than before...
His hands and feet became sharp, chilling black claws. A deep, mysterious black Hollow hole rested silently in his exposed, muscular chest. Strange black liquid slowly trickled from the bowl-sized opening. The thick black fur covering his limbs and everything below his abdomen resembled countless icy black needles, sending a shiver through anyone who saw it!!
Behind him, a pair of black wings spread silently, broader and more regal than "Achill's" black bat wings, as though they could blot out the sun! The sharp, chilling black hooks at their tips and the slender black devil's tail slowly swaying behind him seemed to proclaim the absolute, bloodthirsty majesty belonging only to the king of demons—
"Um, Nameless, he... is he—" Mystogan stared slack-jawed at Achill, whose Segunda Etapa transformation was now complete, and stammered, "Is this really Requip Magic?!! W-why... why does it feel more like some kind of Take Over Magic to me?!! Am I imagining it? Or is he taking over some Demon King??"
"Th-this should still count as Requip Magic..." Gajeel's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and he stammered even worse than Mystogan. "You have to understand! That guy is a complete monster to begin with!! So, um,