Hey, this is my first fanfic for Fairy Tail and I'm hella hyped. I don't write angst too well so yeah. That's depressing. This won't have nearly as much feels as I wish it would. It's mainly about him going through the process of destroying the Tower of Heaven. It was fun to write about his interactions with Siegrain though although they aren't really twins.
Not actual update I just wanted to edit the A/N sorry yall.
Summary: Something I thought up when I remembered that Erza said Jellal was the one that subdued the magic from the Etherion Blast/Jellal's last few moments with his memories before the Oracion Seis Arc. T for slight cussing, nothing too major.
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Fairy Tail
Jellal Fernandes wanted to lie there forever. He knew he was going to catch hell for resting on the job but his body was too sore to even move. He didn't even know what he'd been doing to become so sore but he was never one to dwell on his own pains and instead figured if he was sore then the other kids must be too, maybe more.
Jellal forced his eyes open staring at a dark ceiling. He glanced around, what the? stone structures, lacrima, obviously he was in the Tower. But..where? He'd just gotten through saving Erza, did they take her back yet, did they keep her? Were they still torturing her? It was that thought that made him finally move and the sound of rocks being kicked made him arch his back and cock his head to his right. The sight surprised him.
There was no mistaking the beautiful red hair, except...it was longer and she was in the arms of some pink haired boy. Pink hair? Jellal racked his brain, did they get a new slave? Was he a guard? Something told him he was missing something, something very important.
The thought frightened Jellal and he tried to shout "get away from her" but it came out as a muffled groan. He racked his brain even harder and immediately wished he hadn't. It all came flying back to him in a flash of colors. Zeref, the R-system, the magic council, Siegrain, his sacrifice, the Etherion blast, Erza. What the hell had he done and why? Zeref. He had been controlled by the dark lord Zeref's spirit. It cost him his friends, Uncle Rob, Erza, Simon.
Simon was dead, because Jellal had killed him.
Damn Zeref. Jellal would kill him. He was such an idiot. To let his feelings get him so worked up that he let the wizard who'd put him through hell possess him. He'd kill every single one of his worshippers.
Get over it, that anger cost you your life he thought bitterly.
The building shuddered and Jellal remembered what was happening. The Tower of Heaven was collapsing. It was about to blow up. That pink haired idiot Natsu Dragneel had damaged the prideful part of him grumbled in his head said you let him. You should've just killed him and been done with it the better half, the younger half, quickly shut that down firing back this is not the time to be thinking of that. You shouldn't have wanted him dead to begin with and he knew he had to focus on the task at hand, he was never one to dwell on his past mistakes. Besides, Erza was still on the island, and he was sure his friends were around somewhere. He had to find a way to save them.
Jellal pulled himself up. He'd never be able to make it up to them. He knew that. But he could damn well make sure his friends never had to suffer because of him again. He rolled to his side hissing at the pain that exploded in his lungs from the action.
Hunched, he rose unsteadily to his feet and put one foot forward collapsing as his leg caved in underneath him. He couldn't do this alone.
He closed his eyes reaching into the back of his mind for the power, when he'd found it he tugged and didn't let go until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Opening his eyes he saw his thought projection Siegrain slipping under his arm.
"That was quite a beating you took." he muttered, "I'm surprised you're still fighting."
"Shut up." Jellal could barely muster gasping for breath, Siegrain –quite literally– takes half his power he didn't have the strength to do anything anymore. "We need to get to the top." he muttered gazing up the gaping hole.
"Yeah alright." Siegrain nodded with a shrug. "Meteor." He could feel it, even through Siegrain. And it hurt like hell!
The air rushed passed them, pulling Jellal's wounds open and flush against his skin. Siegrain tugged harder jumping off the solid platforms in the unlevel floor none too gently.
When they finally reached the top and Siegrain dropped Jellal he was breathing heavy finally catching onto the fatigue his "twin" was feeling.
Jellal pushed himself up nodding his thanks at Siegrain who was watching him carefully, hunched.
"We really messed up huh?" Siegrain asked quietly as Jellal limped to the center of the tower trying to push the lacrima. He turned his head when Siegrain suddenly blew it up.
He gave a dry laugh, "time to atone." He muttered, "thanks for your help Siegrain." And his twin nodded shimmering slightly.
He took a breath, crossing his hands in front of his hips, he pulled Siegrain back into him and felt his power level rise. Pulling his hands apart so they were pointed away from each other on the corresponding sides of his body, a magic circle opened underneath his feet. It hurt, it hurt like hell but he'd push through it. For his family.
He felt the air swirl around him causing his hair to whip around around his face at his resolve. He tipped his head back trying his hardest to absorb the magic from the tower giving a shout of pain.
He turned his palms upward clenching his fist as he finally began to feel the mixed weight of the tower's power and his lack there of. Giving a shout of pain he the channeled the power upward in a single column forming around his body. It was bright, yellow, and weighed over ton. The energy pushed down on him not wanting to be contained and the magic slammed into his body repeatedly trying to tear him apart limb from limb.
It hurt so much. It was almost unbearable. Blood was flowing freely from his cuts and the magic energy was coming so fast he could hardly breath. He struggled to keep his stance firm.
Pull it together Jellal! he shouted at himself, you told her you loved her! Show her! Show her you love her! What sort of love is that if you're going to quit when the going gets tough? Pathetic! Do this, for her! he berated and forced himself to push upwards with his hands even though the weight of the power was tearing him apart. Shouting he shoved his hands in the air defying the gravity of the magic thrusting him to the ground.
He felt the magic begin to submit to his power as it started rising and stopped killing him.
He struggled to keep his balance as he began to float upwards in response to the magic. It was a lot of magic to absorb. He felt like he was overloading. He couldn't do it. He knew he couldn't. He was a prodigy. Mastered anything he set his mind to but this–this was a whole nother level. And he was utterly ashamed at how weak he was. Had he had at least half his power he would've been able to without a doubt. But this. This overload of magic and yet he had no power to expel any of it. He just kept absorbing being lifted higher and higher with the flow of energy. He'd never be able to make it right he knew. Never on his life. He'd never be forgiven for his sins, he was murderer, a sadist, no amount of light in the world could ever dispel the darkness he'd caused in the lives of the people he loved but he'd be damned if he gave up without a fight.
It was with this thought that rejuvenated him as he tightened his muscles and took more power in channeling it up.
A body appeared in front of, Grandpa Rob?! he was smiling. Nodding at him. He reached out a put a hand to Jellal's chest. Just over his heart. And then he was gone.
Simon appeared next. Simon. Oh god. What've I done? Jellal couldn't look away. That would be pathetic. Simon stared at him for a moment seemingly indifferent and Jellal wanted to say, if you aren't going to be useful go away. But Simon uncrossed his arms and nodded in approval before he too disappeared.
Was that his way of forgiving him? Jellal almost cried with relief. He couldn't bare the thought of Simon holding a grudge.
He closed his eyes thanking Simon and Grandpa Rob for their support. It was with that thought that Jellal curled himself into a ball retaining all the magic he'd absorbed. He felt them, like alpha particles, inside his body straining to get out.
There is no way. On my life. I'm going to let anyone else die for my sins. I'm not going to heaven. I know that. But at least I'll be able to give my friends a chance to redeem themselves so they can get there, later rather than sooner. It was with that thought that Jellal with one last cry shot the magic power into the sky from his hands and mouth and when the last bit of magical energy was expelled from his body he allowed himself to drop to the ground watching the magic explode into the night sky. Into his element.
She really did grow into a beautiful woman. He thought to himself as he faded out of consciousness. Something was tugging at the back of his mind. Like he was missing an important detail about his possession to Zeref. It never once occurred to him that it wasn't his fault.
And scene! This was just a little something I thought up while I was listening to the dragon slayer theme. I thought it'd be so cool to see Jellal's resolve to give his life for something he screwed up on. Like he got amnesia from the blow I'm sure when he came to as a free person he was a little discombobulated and would've been like "frick. Did I do this?"