Author's Note
Hey guys! Sooooo, this is my first fanfiction. English is not my maternal language and this is unbeta'd. it's short and was written like, two in the morning. I own nothing, that's obvious, it's a fanfic. For this same reason, it may be different from the original story. That's it. Enjoy! (Or not)
Zeref was a Spriggan. A dark fairy. He had abandoned his light many, many years ago, searching for death at the hands of his brother.
His situation was rather ironic, and it almost made him laugh. Except, Zeref didn't laugh. Well, maybe he could make an exception. It was laughable being cursed to a life of darkness and despair as punishment for doing that exact magic. Or not.
The Spriggan loved his little brother too much, and it was his ruin. Ankhseram was unforgiving and merciless, casting his curse upon those who disobeyed his 'teachings`. And he did just that, trying to relive the death caused by dragons.
Zeref wondered if he would do it all again. Having immense power, never controlling himself because he cared too much, living for centuries and taking innumerous lives. Building an Empire from nothing, conquering vast lands and ruling his own people. Isolating himself from the world and being rejected.
Being the Dark Mage. And knowing her.
If he was the Spriggan, thrown in the depths and thriving there, she was the Fairy. She brought light into his lost world and made him human again.
But Fate couldn't resist the joke.
That day, a year having passed after she discovered the effects of their damnation, they met. And hope shinned for the briefest of moments. An eternity together. A kiss, to seal the promise, and a dead body in his arms. Zeref chuckled, bitterly. It was the Curse of Contradiction.
He had kept going, dragging himself to not to care, and played with lives to maintain control. Or some sense of it. The Spriggan 12 and Alvarez where mere whims, a pitiful search for revenge against Acnologia and the death of his family.
Curious thing, that so called feeling. Left him strange, after discovering she still existed, even if in the form of a ghost. Zeref met her again in Tenrou, and their rejoining was marked by his cursed words.
If this world continues to reject me, then I shall reject the world.
And he had declared war onto her people. Not directly, but if they tried to stop. Being the Fairy's heard, of course they would. His little brother was in the middle of them, too. All the better. Natsu just needed to acquire enough power to subjugate him, and put an end to his miserable existence.
Innumerous stunts later involving one of his creations or dragons, the war had started. Ishgar against Alvarez. Fairy Tail against Spriggan 12. Natsu against Zeref. And she lived again.
He took her, trapped her and tortured her, in search of the so called Fairy Heart. Her heart. She escaped, and it suddenly it was no longer a continental war.
It was the Spriggan against the Fairy.
But he was alone. She had her fairies and the dragon apprentice, his brother.
Her footsteps to his moribund, perishing body were quiet. She laid next to him and closed her eyes to rest. Forever.
A grave was raised. In it read:
Mavis Vermillion and Zeref Dragneel
The Fairy and The Spriggan