Well this is the first thing, ive posted on here. i hope you all like it, im not gonna lie im nervous. I dont usually share my stories... An amazing shout out to Desna and MadSoullessQueen because with out there stories i wouldnt have had the courage to put this up. Also im sorry i was planning on this being a story and not a oneshot but im stuck.. Maybe ill work on it later when life isn't a insane asylum.
Fairy tail is Hiro Mashimas Baby, and the Pradesh boys are all Desnas. I dont know how i should rate this so its gonna be for mature audiences, its dark so if you dont like those types i suggest you stop reading. Hope you all like it - Aniu
The desolate land was a warzone, the chard tundra stained red by friends and foes. The lunar eclipse darkened the day as the war was beginning it's final act. The smell of sulfur dulled everyone's senses and the smoke filled their lungs and blinded everyone's visibility making them easy pickings. While they tripped over their loved ones. Blood curdling screams as the near deafening cannon fire was all they could hear, as they trudged on for their fallen brethren.
The Mad king laughed looking out from the heavily guarded hill where he stood. Watching the war continue and forever stain the land. "Surrender, and I'll let some of you keep your heads." The Mad king chuckled behind the projection of himself as the remnants of the enemy faction slowly came out of the magic induced smoke cloud. Caked in various stages of coagulated blood. "We will not bow to you." A Boscan native hissed, white leather now black as his cold lavender eyes glared towards the projection. The sword shook in his hand screaming for vengeance. For death of his father and brothers. "We fairies never give up" Fairytails guild master stood beside him. His left arm sliced clear past the elbow. Wrapped in blood stained yellow bandages. His Steel blue eyes blazing a blood orange, a side effect of the madness he harbored with in.
The Mad king wasn't amused, as he tugged on the chain in his hand. Pulling one of his captives to him. His sword skidding out of its hilt in a flash. The weakened captive held a fire in his eyes he hated, as he shoved her to the ground by his feet where women belong. Kicking her to lay on her back, her long golden locks falling around her like a halo. The woman held no fear in her brown eyes, as her arm curled around her swollen stomach in a protective embrace.
Shock and fear gripped everyone, as they forced their exhausted bodies onward. Trying in vain to get to her. "THEN GO EXTINCT!" the King roared as he readied him blade and used gravity so shove it in her chest. Blood stained the white dress red at the sight. Blood spilling past her lips as her lungs filled with fluid. Her heart nearing it's final beat beneath her breast. "Lucy!" a chorus of screams echoed through out the darkened day. An Inhumane roar deafened the sounds marking yet another Slayer fallen to the clutches of madness. While his mates light dimmed from her eyes. His unborn children gone before their first breath.
Stars began to fall mourning their princess, as the Mad king used his armored boot to turn her face. Her dull lifeless eyes seeming to stare at him, through the projection. The sword still plunged in her chest.
The king looked onward as the last act was coming to a close, a sinister crazed smile on his lips. Listening to the orchestra of Cannon fire and the whistling wind in the air. "What a good day to be King."