A/N Here I am with the multi-chapter that I promised you. I'm posting the first chapter to see what you think, so I hope you like it.
Warnings: There is abuse in this. I am making a (kind of) graphic scene. It won't be too bad, but it will describe emotions and what is happening. That scene will be marked so if you don't like it, it is not necessary to the story and can be skipped. But for those of you that are okay with it and want to know more about exactly what was happening, this scene is for you. I guess there's also some religion in this, as it does center around heaven and hell, so, just in case you're offended by that. A little profanity (not bad at all). And I also mention a little PTSD. I don't think it will trigger anything (but I'm not an expert). I think that's all the warnings, but I'll be sure to add some if I forgot anything. Read at your own risk...
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairytail.
Now, on a lighter note, on to the story!
It was a dark night, one that held many wonders, one where strange and not-so-strange things could happen. Strange things like howls in the night, miracles, like people awakening from near-death states, wonderful things like seeing a tall white-maned unicorn. But strangely, the strangest thing of all happened in a bedroom. A large one, granted, but still a bedroom. Where a beautiful woman and her child were, speaking of a story that had happened centuries before. "Once upon a time in a far away land there lived a little prince and his family. They were all very happy." A woman said, sitting on a rocking chair, holding a very small child in her arms. "They played and were filled with joy and love. They-." But before she could continue she was interrupted by the child.
"Mommy, you tell the same story every time!" The little boy cried, sitting on his mother's lap. The woman looked down at her small son with adoring eyes.
"But you love that story." His mother said surprised. The boy shook his head.
"I'm tired of that story, I want another one, please!" the boy begged with puppy dog eyes. The woman's smile turned soft again.
"Well alright then. I think I have one. It's a tale as old as time. A tale of anger, and hatred and violence!" the woman spoke sharply until her eyes softened. "But most of all it's a tale of love." The little boy, who had at first been tense now smiled and settled down. If it was a tale of love, then it would have a happy ending. "Now, once there was a man. He was the demon lord and was very wicked!" The boy gasped eyes wide, and the woman chuckled. "however, he was also very lonely. Then, there was an angel who was the most beautiful woman in the world. But she was very sad, for her best friend was gone and she too, was very lonely. They were bitter enemies, wishing for the day where the other would cease to exist."
"Is that what happened?" the child asked, concerned.
"But that was not how things happened. This tale here that I'm telling, this is their story,"
Now, in the far-off kingdom of Spriggan, the demon lord, Zeref sat on his throne, tapping his foot impatiently. He was waiting for the angel empress to arrive. He hated her, not only because she was an angel, but because she was already five minutes late. Zeref had better things to do then to waste his time on a meeting that wasn't worth his while.
Just as Zeref was about to leave and go behead one of his prisoners the door opened and there, stood the angel empress in all her glory. From the moment she entered the room Zeref felt his anger levels shoot up. He already wanted to kill her. The slave that had opened the door was trembling from fear at his expression. Zeref shot him an angry glare and the slave quickly left to attend to his chores. "My lord." The angel empress said, her eyes sharp. Zeref assessed her and decided that if there was one thing he hated, it was this woman who was acting like she was greater than him.
"My empress." He said evenly, hoping she didn't notice the barely concealed rage hidden underneath the calm of his expression. If she did, she didn't show it and merely folded her hands.
"You remember why I'm here." She said. Zeref sighed and sat back down on his throne, not realizing he had stood up.
"Yes, state your case." He grumbled. Either she didn't notice or ignored the lack of enthusiasm in his voice. She looked up at him pristinely and she started to speak. Her voice rang throughout the room like soft silver bells,
"You are aware that you are losing this war." She said. Zeref felt his rage double at that. How dare she come into his castle and then insult him like that! He wanted to rip her throat out! Still, he refrained and remained seated, although, barely. He knew he was losing, but she didn't have to rub it in his face. After all, if his parents weren't so stupid and ignorant then he might've had a chance.
"You call it losing, I call it strategical maneuvers." He said smoothly. She ignored this and continued.
"We will allow you one final chance." Zeref clenched his fists. She now, gave him an ultimatum in his own home! He was going to kill her. "Surrender and we'll allow you to retain your kingdom. However, we do demand a piece of your land and as empress of angels it's my solemn duty to ensure that you cooperate. Just so we can be official I'd like you to sign this peace treaty. It will benefit us both as there will be no more bloodshed and we shall all maintain our rights as human beings." Zeref licked his lips feeling his palms get sweaty. He knew he must be red in the face from all the feelings of hatred and anger. "If you don't, however, sign the treaty we shall destroy you and lock you in the cages you deserve to be in."
Zeref moved across the room before the empress could blink, towering over her with blood red eyes, his mouth twisted in a menacing grimace. He took one look at the treaty in her small palm and smacked it across the room. "I see you chose the violent way. Not much of a surprise, honestly." She said. The empress didn't even flinch from feeling his hot waves of anger and simply stared into his eyes like they were that of a rampaging child's. However, Zeref could see the slightest hint of sadness burning there. Zeref ignored it though and continued glaring.
"We reject your attempt at peace!" Zeref snarled and turned around, walking back up to his throne. The empress tilted her head, golden hair spilling around her feet.
"I expected nothing less, honestly. You are only savages after all." Zeref felt his shoulders tense, the rage a blinding red. He hated her, he hated everything about her. He hated her long golden hair and her sparkling emeralds for eyes, he hated her creamy soft skin and her small feminine hands. He hated her innocent demeanor and her long white garb with the fine, expensive jewels that accented it. He hated her laugh, hated the warm feeling she gave him. He hated her bare feet, so clean and perfect. He hated her beautiful white wings, shining in the sunlight, mocking him for all the joy and light he did not have. But the worst thing of all was the way she made his heart thump from just her name.
"Get out before I gut you!" Zeref screamed, whirling on her. Her eyes narrowed.
"How dare you talk to me in such a manner."
"Get out Mavis, before I do something I may or may not regret!" he snarled. Mavis glared, her eyes hard. Her golden aura warmed him, made him feel comforted, and that was another thing he hated about her. He hated the way she made him feel.
"That's empress to you." She snapped and crossed her arms. "I absolutely despise you, you monster." Zeref felt himself snap, he was so enraged that his hands trembled, and his voice was so low it sounded inhuman.
"I may be a monster." He growled. "But at least I had parents who loved me." Mavis's eyes widened, and she took a step back, her face red, like he'd just slapped her. Her father had left her when she was a child. And her mother, while she cared, had never been around when she was little because she was too busy with her job. Mavis was still slightly resentful, as the way her mother had always brushed past her had made her feel like her mother's job was more important than she was. What was worse was that word about how her parents were abandoning her, and now all of her enemies, but most specifically Zeref, threw that in her face every so often. And every time it felt like a physical blow.
"I… I…" she was speechless for all but a minute before her calm expression returned and she straightened herself.
"My parents may not love me, but at least I had a heart to forgive them. That's more than I can say about you!" she growled. Zeref pursed his lips. He knew he didn't have as good a relationship with his parents as he pretended, but no one knew that. He would never let anyone know that.
She was talking figuratively of course, to convey the fact that she thought him so monstrous he did not have a heart. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice she was gone until the rage left him, and he was standing in the middle of the throne room, alone.
Zeref sighed, knowing he'd messed up. Now the angel empress was furious, and it was all his fault. Zeref slowly sat back on his throne, knowing that nothing that interesting would happen for a long while.
After about ten minutes, the silence had ebbed Zeref's anger away and he felt boredom start to creep up like a tiger crept up on a gazelle. So, Zeref decided, feeling better, that he'd go torture one of the slaves.
No, he didn't mean he was going to whip them. He had trauma from a whip, but that was another story. He was only going to go goad them. He knew he was a jerk. He also knew that some people would use a stronger word than that.
So, Zeref started walking down the halls, looking for a perfect target. Most of the slaves were lowly demons that had nothing better to do then to serve him. But, there was a select few humans that worked as slaves in his castle.
To be honest, they gave the best reactions and it was always fun to see how they would react to which insult. Half of the humans either coward and took it or ignored him and continued on with their chores (those humans weren't much fun). But there were a few that would be enraged and attack him. Those were the best reactions. Especially since Zeref got to punish them.
As Zeref walked down the hall he found the perfect target. A human who had worked in his castle since he was five. Now, he was ten. To be honest, Zeref was surprised the boy lasted so long, since between the labor and the conditions, most slaves didn't last anywhere near five years.
Now, Zeref thought that this boy was very interesting. Sometimes he was as quick to throw a punch as a fire cracker, other times he was as meek as a newborn kitten. Zeref walked up to the young boy, already having an insult that was sure to work him up.
"Oh, Gray!" he said in a sing-song voice. The boy turned to him, his eyes dead.
"What?" he asked flatly. Zeref sighed and rolled his eyes. Then, he pointed to the top of Gray's head.
"Say, is that a rock, or your face?" Zeref asked. Gray scowled.
"Neither." Zeref pretended to look confused before he realized.
"Oh, that's right, it's your brain." That seemed to work. Gray was an emotional roller coaster that Zeref never even tried to comprehend. Gray growled and ran at him, throwing his bucket down and punched Zeref, right in the gut. Zeref didn't even flinch and watched as Gray pulled back, cradling his fist.
That's when Zeref started laughing. "Did you seriously just hurt your hand by punching me?" Gray glared at him and then slammed him with the other fist. Soon, he was cradling that one too. That made Zeref laugh louder as Gray muttered hisses and ouches and other words that Zeref didn't think should be in the vocabulary of a ten-year-old.
"Ah, ah, ah, language!" Zeref reminded him in a motherly tone. Gray glared at him.
"Go to hell!" he snarled. That only made Zeref smirk.
"Well, actually I'm already there so…" Zeref shrugged. "Now, about your language and disrespect, is that any way to talk to your master?" Zeref asked grabbing his ear and pulling. Gray cried out in pain.
"N-no, no it isn't!"
"No, it isn't. I won't have such disrespect around here. You will have to be punished." Zeref said and started dragging the poor boy off.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Gray, seeming to forget his dignity, started crying. Only that reminded him that Gray was still a child.
"Now then…" Zeref said, walking into the infirmary. "Oh, Porlyusica! Wittle Gway has a boo-boo." Zeref said babyishly, finally letting go of Gray's ear.
"I-I do not!" Gray cried, wiping at his eyes. Zeref raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Well then, I can fix that." Zeref said, and patted Gray on the cheek. Well… it was supposed to be a pat anyway. Zeref had never been to good at controlling his strength. Gray cried out and flew backwards, holding his cheek for a moment, before passing out. Zeref barely caught his wrist and pulled him up on the bed. Zeref hadn't thought that he'd hit too hard, as he didn't want to accidentally break Gray's head open, however he apparently hadn't held back as much as he should've either. Zeref also thought, that passing out was a bit of an extreme reaction. Typical of weak, fragile humans.
Then, Porlyusica came in and rolled her eyes. "Honestly, smacking him? I can't believe you sometimes." Zeref shrugged.
"Well, it wasn't supposed to be a smack, but I was going to punish him anyway so it all worked out." Porlyusica sighed. "Why? You jealous of the bruise that's going to form, I can give you one to match." The fallen angel turned to him with deep, red eyes.
"Or, I can give you a good spanking with my broom stick." Zeref blinked and then shuddered. She wasn't kidding… Zeref had found that out the hard way. He and that broom did not have fond memories of each other.
"Sorry, ma'am." Zeref said with a nervous chuckle. Porlyusica sighed and turned back to Gray's injuries.
"Honestly Zeref, he's a human child, you can't be so rough."
"I can do whatever the hell I please. I'm king now, after all." Zeref countered. Porlyusica shook her head.
"I know. Your mother and I feared that day." Zeref scowled at her and clucked his tongue.
"Ye of little faith." He said.
"Don't get me wrong, child, you have a good heart and the spirit to rule, but your reckless and childish and enraged." Looking at Gray she added, "I think you broke his cheek bone." Zeref crossed his arms scowling at the floor.
"Well it's not my fault… I tried to control my strength! Besides, he had it coming." Porlyusica turned and glared at him with such heat Zeref thought for a moment that he would simply turn to ash. Porlyusica grabbed her broom and started swatting at him.
"Out, out of my office! I hate humans!" the last thing Zeref said, before the office door was slammed in his face was,
"I'm not a human!"
Zeref stared at the slammed door and sighed. Porlyusica was always screaming about how she hated humans, but really Zeref thought she simply hated everyone. Now, Zeref figured he should probably go talk to his generals about what to do in the upcoming battle.
Just thinking about it filled him with rage. Zeref walked down the confusing hallways with several twists and turns. A long time to go, Zeref's great, great, great- several more great, grandparents had designed this castle as a maze. They did so because anyone storming the castle would get completely lost. Many slaves knew every hall in this palace as did all his other subordinates. If you didn't know exactly where you were going you would get lost in a matter of minutes. Especially since the walls moved all the time.
Each hour the walls shifted to create new pathways to different rooms, so only those that lived in the castle for years knew the sequence. There was a different pattern for everyday of the week, and even the most knowledgeable of his generals didn't know all the all the secrets the castle. Not even his parents had known, nor had any generation since his grandparents had built it. Not even Zeref knew all the secrets his own castle had.
Still, it was fairly simple to get to all the rooms in the castle, it's just that it was nearly impossible to know all the ways to get there. Especially since the combinations changed every month. A person with average intellect and average memory would never be able to live in this castle. It was the most elaborate maze of all time.
"My lord, what are you going to do?" Zeref dragged himself out of thinking about his castle. Really, it was a boring thing to think about, however Zeref would rather think about anything other than this war. It helped to calm the rage settled deep in his soul.
"We need to reassess our strategy." Zeref said. His twelve most trusted generals stared at him with doubt in their eyes. "What? You don't think we can win even with a new strategy?" Zeref asked, leaning forward his hands in the famous steeple position. Invel, his most loyal subordinate quickly shook his head.
"No, my lord! We would never doubt you!" Zeref titled his head, staring down the rest of his generals.
"Then explain the looks of doubt on each of your faces." All of the Spriggan twelve exchanged looks with each other.
"Well, my lord." August started, "You see, it's just that no matter what strategy we try, that only seems to make the situation worse. We think, that perhaps you should sign the peace treaty. It's only a tiny bit of land, no more bloodshed, and we all retain our-." Zeref slammed his fists on the table. He could take that his generals didn't think his plans would work, because it was a fact. Their change of strategy had never worked. However, what he could not take was that they were suggesting he actually sign that stupid peace treaty.
"Insubordination!" he hissed, tempted to show exactly what happened to generals who defied him in such a way. "It is the principle of the peace treaty, you idiots! If we sign it, we are telling them that we are the lesser species, that we will bend over backwards if they whip us enough. Well we won't! I won't give in to demands made by a stupid angel who doesn't even know the meaning of suffer. They're soft, ignorant creatures who live in heaven where everything's sunshine and rainbows. Well guess what, they're the stupid creatures, not us! We know the meaning of pain. Don't you remember what she did to us!" Zeref screamed, his eyes burning red. Zeref didn't normally have a temper, but when it came to angels, and most specifically the empress, Zeref found that the tiny candle turned into a blazing bonfire within mere seconds. He honestly didn't remember why he hated the empress so much, nor did he understand why he'd said what she did to us and not they. It had just slipped out and Zeref didn't try to take it back.
His generals looked down, obviously ashamed of what they had suggested. Zeref was left panting, exhausted from all his rage. "Out." He ordered, pointing to the door.
"My lord, I only wanted to preserve our dignity." August said quietly. Zeref looked up from the table, glaring at August with an obvious killer intent.
"Dignity." He seethed. "You know nothing of what that means! Now, get out, before I decide to punish you for your mutiny." Zeref sneered. August stood there for a moment longer before bowing his head.
"Yes, my lord." Then he, and the rest of the Spriggan twelve left him. Zeref gulped and felt his regret start to ebb away at the rage. He shouldn't have yelled at them. They were only trying to help him.
"I am the demon lord, Zeref." He said to himself. "And I do not need help." Zeref knew he had lost his dignity long ago, so now, such a word meant nothing to him. Not since that day.
Zeref shuddered when the memory played through his mind. Helplessness, indignity, anger, regret, grief, humiliation, and fear grabbed him by the throat, making him let out several strangled breaths.
Hands, grabbed him, he screamed and whirled around. Gray stood behind him, blinking incredulously. "Um… lady Anna wanted to see you." Gray said, a huge bruise covering the left side of his face.
Zeref released a breath of air and then chuckled a little, although it was more from relief than joy. "Didn't your parents ever teach you not to sneak up on someone." The boy only stared at him, unblinking.
"You know very well that I don't have parents." Gray said dryly.
Zeref wanted to tell him then, that he was lucky. He got to live without knowledge of his parents. And in Zeref's opinion, ignorance was better than knowing just what lengths parents would go to, to attain your full obedience. But, he knew that it would come out wrong, so he didn't say a word. "I gave you a pretty nasty bruise there, didn't I?" Zeref chuckled, gently turning the boy's face. Gray didn't respond and simply allowed him to assess the damage. "By the way, you seemed worked up by something earlier, what was it?" Gray stared at him.
"I… uh… I got out of the shower and someone saw me naked." Gray said blankly. Zeref made a disgusted face.
"Next time just tell me that you don't want to talk about it." Gray shrugged.
"Don't care, but if you don't go talk to Anna she's going to get really mad at you."
"Yeah, yeah, do you know where she is."
"In the library." Gray responded. "Now, lady Porlyusica says I need an icepack. So, if you'll excuse me." Zeref scowled at him.
"One of these days I'm going to hang you."
"Oh, I can't wait." Gray said sarcastically. Zeref smirked and ruffled his hair.
"Yeah, neither can I, kid."
Zeref then left because it wasn't a good idea to keep Anna waiting. If he did then it was very likely that he was going to be hanged next, rather than Gray.
"Anna?" Zeref said, slowly walking into the library. Anna didn't exactly like him because he kept her prisoner in the castle and threatened that he would kill her niece if she didn't tell him everything she knew. Zeref knew he could follow through on no such threat, as he didn't have her niece, but Anna didn't know that, and she was not willing to risk it.
To be honest, Zeref wasn't sure what he would find. She killed many slaves of his in a month, so Zeref made sure to send all the slaves he despised in here. Unfortunately for him, the slave he disliked the most (Gray) was the only slave that had come out alive. How unfortunate, however Zeref did admit that it only made him more amusing. Zeref recognized that without Gray his life would be even duller and if Anna and Porlyusica were gone then Zeref would be one of those kings that never left his throne room. "Are you in here?" Anna had full reign of the west wing of the castle, so Zeref could honestly never be sure where she was roaming. He held no fear, however, because everyone knew not to enter the west wing unless they were a general, captain, or a slave that Zeref sent in.
"You're here." Anna said. Zeref crossed his arms with an amused expression.
"Now, why wouldn't I be?" he asked. Anna didn't comment and crossed her arms.
"I hear that the angels are whipping you in terms of everything." Anna said. Zeref felt his anger rise again at the mention of angels. He gritted his teeth.
"Oh, and how do you know that?"
"A little birdy told me." She said, smirking. Gray, that stupid child!
"I'm going to kill that kid!" Zeref said, outraged. Anna shrugged and placed her chin in her palm, doe brown eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Oh, I don't think you want to do that. You are many things my lord but heartless is fortunately not one of them." Zeref sneered.
"And just what makes you think that?"
"The fact that, if it was, you would've killed him and everyone else in this castle a long time ago." Zeref rolled his eyes.
"Keeping them around is not because I care, but because I actually have a brain."
"Well, isn't that a surprise." Zeref had to resist the urge to strangle her.
"What do you want!" he snarled. Anna stood from her seat in the library and flipped her long golden hair over her shoulder.
"I only wanted to tell you a way to win." Anna said. Zeref froze, his rage freezing within him. Anna, wanting to help him, did not sound quite right.
"You… want to…" Zeref couldn't even say the word.
"The dumbfounded expression on your face is hilarious." Anna said, smirking.
"But-but I-." Zeref blubbered, not sure what to say. Anna sashayed up to him and patted his cheek.
"Think about what you want to say before you speak, dear, otherwise you come off as rather stupid." Zeref blinked, knowing his mouth dropped open only because Anna closed it with her finger. "Now, listen very closely." Anna whispered, "I'm not helping you because I like you in any way, shape or form. I'm simply helping you because it benefits me."
"H-how does it benefit you."
"Haven't you noticed, that ever since I've been here, that you have not seen my wings even once." Zeref didn't answer her. He hadn't, but he'd never thought about it either.
"Well, no, but now that you mention it, yes." Anna clucked her tongue.
"I see, you're very unobservant, aren't you?"
"Don't patronize me." Zeref said, his eyes narrowing. Anna giggled and took a step back.
"Well, the truth is, that I'm a fallen angel. The only reason your father was able to trap me, and the only reason I haven't escaped is because I'm fallen, my wings stripped from me. If I had my true power, I would've killed you the moment you thought you could take me." Zeref sneered.
"I'm sorry, lady Anna, but you and I both now that you haven't the power for that."
"Don't be so sure my lord, you know nothing of the power I possessed before I became fallen." She hissed. "They abandoned me and believe me, while I hate you, I would like to see them fall for once." Zeref tilted his head.
"So, you are driven by revenge. I see. How interesting." Zeref said, his expression curious.
A fallen Angel was an Angel who had been removed from heaven due to the breaking of their laws. Their wings were removed and their power split in half, their body mortal and aging. "How did you fall?" Zeref asked. Anna crossed her arms.
"Curious, aren't we." Zeref only smirked.
"You know me, I love a good story." Anna chuckled and crossed her arms.
"Well, then you'll love this. They kicked me out because I fell in love with one of yours." Zeref's eyebrows furrowed. How amusing. Anna sighed. "I knew he would never love me back, but I also knew I couldn't be one of them if it meant that I had to deny my feelings."
"Deny… your feelings." Zeref said, concept foreign to him. "I see, what a surprise." Zeref said. Anna looked out one of the library windows at the mass of rock and dirt beyond.
"So, do you want to know, or not?" Anna asked, turning to him. Zeref had forgotten about her wanting to help him, as this new information had been so… informative. It explained a lot of things about Anna, like why she never even tried to escape, and why she told him things even though he knew she was too smart to really believe that Zeref had her niece.
"I'm listening." Zeref said, really wanting to hear what Anna had to say. What she told him, shocked the demon lord greatly.
"Feelings of hopelessness and despair?" Zeref asked. "But… why would that have any affect?" Anna rolled her eyes.
"Don't you know anything?" she asked, sighing.
"Well forgive me for not understanding a species that's the exact opposite of my own." Zeref said sarcastically. Anna sighed and crossed her arms.
"Well you see, angels thrive on feelings of happiness and hope. It's what gives them power. If you make them feel hopeless, then their power is cut in half at the very least." Zeref sighed.
"That doesn't exactly help. How do we make them feel things are hopeless when they know they've basically got this war in the bag?"
"Unlike demons, who prefer to operate on their own, angels have a need for others." Zeref stared at her in confusion. Needed others? What did she mean by that. "They thrive on team work and leadership, and are honestly, very dependent. And while that makes them strong, as they would die to protect their own, it also makes them very weak. They need a leader and they need someone to be there for them. If they're split up, then they will all fall apart."
Zeref frowned, wondering where she was going with all of this. Needing others, and wanting others was nothing short of a miracle to him. Why would anyone want to depend on others when the only truly reliable person is yourself. "But, why do they need others?" Zeref asked, confused.
"Because it's just their nature." Anna told him. "I know you don't understand because you feel that the only one you can trust is yourself. I understand that it would frighten you to have to rely on someone else, but the angels aren't like you. They need each other, and it will be their undoing."
"What compels them? You say it's their nature but you and I both know that's not true and neither of us are stupid enough to pretend it is. It's not their nature, it's their society." Zeref said. "They need and want each other because they are taught to feel that way." Zeref leaned forward and tilted his head so he could look Anna in the eye. "If a baby angel was brought to this castle and grew up the same way all child demons do, then it would be just as ruthless. It would depend on itself just as much as any other demon. I think the same could be said for if a demon child was brought to heaven and raised as any other angel child. It would learn to depend on others. It would learn that unity is not a weakness but a strength. It isn't nature that shapes us into who we are, it's society."
"I suppose that's true." Anna said quietly. "But can you really blame it? If society changes us into who we are then, maybe it's needed to find out who we truly are."
"Society is designed to segregate. It is nothing but a tool, it does not have to do with emotion or who you are, and it does not help us find who we truly are, but soughts to destroy our individuality so that we only know how to behave a certain way." Zeref's eyes were hard and they never left Anna's. "Even the strongest will bend over backwards to the will of our society. And if that's the case then no matter what we're told we were not born equal, because society is not equal, nor is anything else. And it's society that tells us that." Zeref said. "So, what is it you're trying to tell me exactly?" Anna swallowed, her brown eyes lit with a certain fire that could not be put out.
"I will tell you this only once, demon lord." She said quietly, her next words shocking him into silence. It was unlike an angel, even a fallen, to resort to violence, but it was very obvious at this point that Anna was not an ordinary angel. "Kill the angel empress and you shall win the war."
A/N Hope you liked it and I'm sorry for any errors. If something didn't make sense to you then you can review or pm me, asking about it. As always, thanks for reading, reviews and constructive criticism appreciated.
Here's a little story on how this chapter was made. Okay, so it was like... midnight and I was almost done with the chapter. Like, I only had a few more pages to go. So, I was sitting there typing away, click clack, click clack, when suddenly, my computer freezes up! At first, I'm a little panicked because NOTHING works. Not even the power button seemed to work. So then, I got the genius idea of holding the power button down longer than I'd normally have to. Thankfully, my laptop turned off. So then, I power it back on, log in, the good stuff. But as I'm doing that I suddenly realize that... I didn't save my document. And I know some of you are thinking, autosave, duh! But I mean I didn't save the document! Meaning that I hadn't created a file for it at all! Still, I hoped. So I went to auto save and on the side one of the auto saves says, document 2, which was the "file name" at that time. Relieved, I clicked it but then I immediately notice that none of my work's there. Then I understand that the last time it autosaved was at noon that day when the only word I had written, was "it"... I erased that word. There are not words powerful enough to describe the emotions within me. Pure, white anger. I nearly threw the stupid thing across the room. So, I was up... till 2 a.m, writing this chapter. And I learned a lesson... always save your files every few minutes... *sigh*