A/N: so my lovely guest who reviewed on Angels and Demons, asking for a Jerza Unison Raid, I've begun it. However, I've turned it into a twoshot, possible threeshot, because this topic contained a lot of meat. I think you'll like it.

Thank you to everyone who is asking for a request. I really enjoy doing this for you guys. It's my thank you for everyone who follows me and my stories and continues to give support through kind words and helpful criticisms.

Thank you all so much. Hope you like it!

It was safe to assume that the battle with Zeref wasn't going too well. At least, that's what ran through Jellal's exhausted mind as he surveyed the scene of battle. With a tired shout, he summoned meteor, shooting forward and barreling into a demon that was overwhelming Meredy.

Originally, he hadn't planned on joining the fight. He'd wanted to take Meredy somewhere safe, and then he'd join the rest of Crime Sorcière (the former Oracion Seis) to evacuate the townspeople of Magnolia from the battleground.

But then he heard what he never wanted to hear: Fairy Tail joined the fight. It sent out every able-bodied mage to the outskirts of the city, where Zeref and his demons were laying siege.

Among those mages was none other than Titania. Erza Scarlet would not be exempt from the final showdown.

That was what made the heavenly body mage's mind. He would not let her traipse into the face of danger without his protection. The battle would be arduous and deadly, and he wouldn't let her face it by herself. He'd protect her until his dying breath.

He, along with the rest of Crime Sorcière, who had utterly refused his orders to stay behind (what happened to him being the leader and making the rules?) and hide, had made their way through the destroyed countryside of Fiore, which was singed from the fires Zeref and his demons left in their wake to Magnolia. Why they were going there, Jellal hadn't a clue. But the idea that they were heading straight to the town of Erza's guild pulled at his heartstrings. If it weren't for the rest of his guild, he'd have used Meteor and raced to her side, consequences be damned.

So came Crime Sorcière, on the day of the third attack, to Magnolia. They had been met by Gray, who was bruised and battered, but still in good spirits, at a side gate. There, the ice mage smuggled them into the heart of the city, where the defenders has fallen back. The view of the city, mostly destroyed and burned, sent chills of fear racing through Jellal's heart. In the distance, he could still see the burning fires of the city walls and hear the roars of demons. It made him long to find Erza and make sure she was safe.

At the guild, he saw horrors most men would cringe from. Lucy Heartfilia, the girl whose magic was similar to Jellal's own, was laying on a cot, a frantic Natsu at her side. Her side was covered in white rags, drenched in her blood. Natsu too, hadn't survived the attack without a scratch. His shirt had been ripped off, exposing the ragged gashes lacing down his back. Towards the back, he saw covered lumps too still to be considered alive. The sight made him cringe.

Gray had taken Jellal to the back room while Meredy and the others stayed behind to help the wounded. In the back, Jellal was met with Master Makarov, who was swaddled in piles of bandages; Laxus, whose entire torso was bloody; and lastly, Erza Scarlet.

When he first saw her, Jellal wanted to turn around, rush back outside, find Zeref, and rip the bastard's black heart out of his chest and feed it to the pigs. For her shirt had been torn open to reveal a shoulder drenched in blood, bloody bandages on her stomach, and deep, angry claw marks marring her arms and legs. When she saw him, her face rose, revealing a gash on her cheek and blood dripping out of her mouth. Brown eyes full of fatigue and drained of hope widened at the sight of him, and her bruised lips formed his name.

He stepped into the room and stood close to her, reaching out with his hand to rest it on her shoulder, trying to convey every emotion running through his mind to her in that slight gesture of comfort. She smiled wearily at him, and did not speak. She stayed silent while Makarov wheezed through the day's attack. The story only made Jellal get angrier and angrier. At last, when Makarov asked if Jellal would offer his assistance, he had readily agreed.

So here he was.

With a nod of thanks, Meredy jumped back into the fray of writhing bodies, a small grin on her face as she joined forces with Juvia. The water mage looked exhausted, with blood sheeting out of a cut on her thigh, but it didn't stop the wry peal of laughter that came out of her heaving chest as she saw the familiar pink haired girl come to her aid.

Jellal twisted, his mind suddenly reeling as a burning hot claw pierced his shoulder. With with a hiss of pain, he jerked, turning and lashing out with his magic. With a golden pop, the demon who impaled him spattered into a pile of black goo.

Chest heaving, Jellal made his way to the center of town, using every spell he knew to dispel the hordes of demons that obstructed his path. Strategically, he figured that location would be the best vantage point to figure out which area area of the city's defenses seemed weakest.

He didn't think that he'd run into him, of all people.

There was a blast of cold, and Jellal was knocked backwards as an eerie black magic washed over the area. Before him, cloaked in darkness, was a man who Jellal had been after his entire life.

Zeref.

But worse than just being alone with the Black Wizard himself, was being alone with Zeref while he held Titania in a chokehold.

Jellal scrambled to his feet, rushing forward, a shout of white hot rage boring it's way out of his chest. His sight narrowed down to just her: her kicking feet, hovering inches over the ground; her gasping face, her mouth opened as she tried to get air; and her vibrant hair, glowing in all of its radiance, bright and full of vitality next to the death and decay of the city.

Zeref's lips twitched in amusement as he held Titania by the throat. The sight of the black mage feeding off of her pain sent Jellal hurtling at the pair, crashing into them and pulling Erza out of the Black Wizard's grasp. Summoning meteor once more (the golden magic surrounding him flickered and wavered, a sign that mean his magic was waning. Never a good sign.) Jellal was determined to get her away from the danger. He was here to protect her, after all.

They landed, several feet away from the flailing Black Wizard. With a heaving gasp, Erza rested her head against Jellal's shoulder.

"Thank you," came her whispered breath as she leaned heavily on him. Staring down at her, Jellal narrowed his eyes at the bandages on her body. They had been freshly applied before they rejoined the battle, but now they were stained red with her blood.

His eyes found their way to Zeref, who was now standing. The dark mage was snarling angrily, black waves of magic emanating off his body.

Jellal slowly got to his feet, supporting Erza. She leaned on him, panting slightly, and together, they faced down the dark mage.

"Can you fight?" Jellal breathed, not looking down at her. in his peripheral vision, he saw her determined shake of the head.

"I can," she declared. Raising a trembling hand, she summoned Benizakura, a wicked blade that gleamed in the firelight. Yet the summoning seemed to weaken her even further. Jellal decided that he needed to keep her out of this fight, as much as he could.

"Death to all," came the melancholic voice of Zeref, drawing Jellal's attention to the more pressing matter at hand. The Black Wizard suddenly launched himself forward, forcing Jellal to make a split-second decision

"Keep out of this!" He shouted at Erza, then launched himself forward to meet the Black Wizard. Above him, the cawing of a raven sounded the death call of yet another life.

A/N: part two will be updated later on in the week (or so).

hope you liked it!

-Wolf