I do not own the rights to Fairy Tail, which is owned by the awesome Hiro Mashima

In the indescribable ruins of New York City, there sat a man in the middle of the destruction that was once Times Square. The man was leaning on a car with tears streaming down his face. He wore a solid gold shirt with midnight black pants and white sneakers that now were almost completely dirt-brown. He wore the left half of a chest plate that was three stripes that were horizontal. The top stripe was gold, the middle black, and the bottom white, mirroring his clothes. At the end of the chest plate that was towards the middle of his chest was the left half of a golden Greek omega symbol. In the man's hands were two golden 4 foot long swords that looked like animated lightning bolts. The hilts were black and the cross guard was gunmetal grey and golden chains came from the bottom of each hilt, wrapping around the man's heavily scarred arms until they disappeared under the sleeves of the shirt. The man had unkempt brown hair and blood red eyes with snake-like pupils. Large amounts of blood covered the man, most coming from wounds on his body. A silver hilt was sticking out of the man's right arm.

"…Why?" the man whispered as he looked at the wreckage around him

"Why did this have to happen?" he whispered again. The man caught sight of a body lying on the ground. It was female, with red hair. The body wore a red jacket with black padding. Blood covered nearly every inch of the body. The man wept more when he saw it.

"Flame…why did you have to die? Why did everyone in New York City die?" the man cried. The man closed his eyes as he rested his head on the car he was leaning on. The man's eyes then shot open as his head lifted. The man looked at the sunset sky.

"Grandfather! I wish for you to fulfill the favor you owe me from when I saved you years ago!" the man yelled. Minutes later, the sky glowed white and a tall bald man wearing a solid white suit appeared before the man on the ground. The tall man opened his eyes to reveal pure white eyes.

"Yes, Johnathan Reaper?" the man asked.

"You come to me now, God, and not when I needed you in the battle that I just fought in?" the man, now revealed to be named John, asked

"The battle you won?" the man now revealed to be the almighty God countered

"I don't call being the only survivor 'winning'." John growled

"Shall I tell you what I can do for you?" God said, changing the subject.

"I can't decide what your favor to me is?"

"I am only stating what I can do for you in this predicament for I already know what you would ask for."

"Alright. Name it."

"Sadly, I cannot rebuild the city, and I cannot revive anyone, but I can take you to a place where you will not be reminded of these people's deaths." John made a sound that sounded perfectly like a wolf's growl.

"I am sorry, John, but the rules of the universe states that no person can live twice and no miracles can happen unless there is a logical explanation. That is why no one can be revived and no one would believe that a battle so fierce that it killed all of the inhabitants in a large city would have no collateral damage. But," John's head perked up at the 'but'

"I can send you to a place where you can mourn in peace." John was confused

"Why wouldn't I be able to mourn in peace here?"

"Don't you remember, John? In the battle, one of your enemies hacked into the global network and exposed your secret and your weaknesses. Once people get into the city, they will kill you. And they won't believe anything you say to calm them down. "John lightly growled again as he remembered one of his hacker villains did indeed expose his secrets. He looked up at God

"Fine. Take me to where you want me to go." John said. God nodded before John started glowing with blinding white light.

"When you get there, know that you will be healed" John nodded. The light grew in brightness so John couldn't see before fading.

John looked around and saw that he was in a lush forest. John got up from his upright position at a tree. He looked at his clothes and immediately noticed he wore a duster. It had black squared off shoulder pads with golden circles inside of them for design, and white arrow-ish strips coming off the side and stopping at the elbow. At the wrist, there was a clawed black gauntlet with the same white arrow design that came up to the elbow. At the collar, each tip was covered in black metal. In the chest area, there was a black upside down triangle that seemed to look like a small over-the-top metal vest with small white slightly slanted panels going down, like abdominal muscles. On the black triangle-thing, there was a golden lightning design that came across to the back and connected. At the waist, there was a golden metal band that stretched across the back and each end stopped just before the ends of the duster. At the corners of the bottom of the duster, there were two white squares with black fire design connecting the two along the edge. Directly under the waist band was another white arrow thing that was much larger and ended just above the fire design. On his shirt, there was a white metal plate at the top with a small V at the top so it's easier to look down. On the plate, there was also a large golden Greek omega symbol in the center. Under that, there was a black plate that had five points going down, two nearest to the white panel, two lower than that, and one that nearly reached his belly-button, all going inward from smallest to largest. Under that, were golden panels that mimicked abdominal muscles, similar to his duster. He wore black armored pants with golden lightning bolt flaps on the front that reached his knees. On the back on his knees, there were white hexagonal panels what were bent in half for movement, while on the front, there were golden pads that went down to the mid-leg in a lightning manner. On the bottom of the leg were white metal bands that wrapped around completely. On the back of the leg, there were golden plates that acted as leg armor. The shoes, oddly enough, were in an almost perfect rectangle shape. At the front top of the shoe, the end came just a little farther than the bottom. The entire toe portion and the heel portion were black, while everything else was golden. The shoes were also completely metal.

He grunted in approval. He then listened for sounds. John heard the sounds of a town a little ways in front of him. He prayed that no one would attack him as he walked towards the sounds. Once he was out of the forest, John noticed it was the middle of the night and was amazed to see a rather old fashioned looking town. The most high tech-looking thing he saw were lamp-posts. He didn't see a single computer or phone. Not even TV's. This was one of the rare times in his life that John would admit he was genuinely surprised and/or amazed. Then he heard a quiet threat with his heightened senses. He looked in an alleyway and his eyes became cold.

Lucy was scared out of her mind. She was calmly walking home with a smile on her face after joining the Fairy Tail wizard's guild. It was the middle of the night for she, a pink haired fire mage named Natsu, and an annoying blue cat named Happy who could talk, fly, and had an affinity for fish came to the town at the beginning of the night and it took a while for Lucy to get joined. She was almost at her house when someone grabbed her arms and pulled her in an alleyway. The someone turned out to be a man and the man held her against a wall with a hand on her neck.

"Make any noise and I choke you to death." The man threatened. Terrified and crying, Lucy nodded. The man gained a sick smile as he reached for her shirt. Lucy saw a flash of gold and she heard a sickening Crunch of bone breaking. She then noticed there was a clawed black gauntlet gripping the now broken arm that held onto Lucy's neck. She followed the gauntlet to an armored golden sleeve to an armored duster to a pair of extremely angry blue eyes glaring at the man. She noticed the man that tried to rape her was about to scream, only to be silenced by a black gauntletcovered fist breaking the man's lower jaw via punch. The rapist fell to the ground, unconscious.

The person who saved Lucy then grabbed the man's left leg and slung him over his shoulder. He looked at Lucy

"Where's the nearest health center?" he asked, with a small amount of coldness. Lucy pointed to the white building that was across the river. The man looked and raised an eyebrow

"Well that's convenient." He then walked across the bridge and into the hospital. Lucy heard some yelling and the man who saved her walked out. He came back and looked at her.

"You OK?" he asked. Lucy dumbly nodded. The man thrust a hand forward.

"I'm Johnathan Reaper. What's your name?" the man asked, somehow still having the coldness in the otherwise casual statement.

"L-Lucy H-Heartfilia." Lucy stuttered as she grasped the gauntlet covered hand carefully. Johnathan sighed as he pulled her to her feet.

"I'm not going to hurt you." The statement did absolutely nothing as Lucy remembered every book she has read that started off like that. Noticing this, John sighed again

"Books are different than real life, no matter how similar they can be." That did somewhat calm her down, but she then believed John had mind-reading magic. Her hand crept to her keys.

"Why are you reaching for keys?" John asked, still having coldness, but it being suppressed by cluelessness. Her eyes widened in shock.

'Anyone who would notice me going for my keys would know I'm a Celestial Spirit Mage. Does he not know about that form of magic?' John apparently couldn't read minds as he simply just stared at the keys.

"Are you alright if I see the keys? I promise I won't steal them." He said, still having the coldness suppressed by cluelessness thing to his voice. Either he was a master deceiver, which unknown to Lucy, he was, or he was actually clueless as to why Lucy was reaching for keys, which he also was. After mentally cursing at herself, Lucy gave John the key ring, watching as he examined every key in fascination.

"Either you really like keys or these have some weird-ass power that I'm not even going to try and understand." John said as he gave them back. She held them in her hand before putting them back on her waist.

"Um…do you have a place to stay?" Lucy asked curiously.

"No." John answered while looking slightly to the right

"Then you could stay with me until you get one." John looked back at her with a raised eye brow.

"You trust a complete stranger enough to let them in your house?" Lucy looked down nervously

"N-n-no, but you did save me from being raped, so I'll let you." John stared at her with his eye brow up for a moment before shaking his head.

"Fine. Let's go to your house." John finally relented. He then walked next to Lucy as they walked to her house. Along the way, Lucy noticed John seemed as if he was about to break. Lucy was saddened and frightened by that, being able to know what type of people they were from how they acted. John seemed like one of those people where they wouldn't be sad or broken unless there was something seriously, seriously sad or terrifying. Like, being forced to watch their entire family die, then come back to life, and then being forced to kill them again, bad. Little did she know, he had just faced something along those lines, only worse. Soon, they were standing in front of her door. Lucy momentarily hesitated, thinking that he was gonna hurt her. Then she remembered how angry John looked when he beat up the would-be rapist. She opened the door and walked inside, John behind her.

"You can sleep on the couch. I'll grab a pillow and a blanket. If you want, you can use the shower. It's down the hall and there are towels inside." She said. John nodded before going towards the bathroom. He closed the door and turned on the water. He took off his gauntlets and boots. He shrugged off his duster and placed it on a hanger. He noticed a small scar on his right bicep. It was triangular and he traced the edge. He felt the beck and felt another scar in the same shape on the back.

'It seems Grandfather only healed the wounds, not erased them.' John thought before feeling the water. Finding it satisfactory, he took off the rest of his clothes and walked inside. The water rolled down his tense muscles, relaxing them. His eyes became momentarily covered in golden smoke, which faded to reveal his blood red irises and his snake-like pupils. He looked around and found the shampoo before using it. After he was done, John sighed as he remembered the day. Tears fell from his eyes as he recalled the result of the battle. He shook his head and wiped his eyes before climbing out and drying himself. He them put on his pants and his boots, carrying his gauntlets in his right hand and his shirt and duster in his left. He walked out the door after his eyes became covered in a cloud of golden smoke and revealed the blue contacts he wore to make his appearance human. He walked in the living room to see Lucy had just finished making his bed. She looked up and her eyes widened at seeing John's upper body. He immediately looked to the side, knowing what she was looking at. His torso, which was covered with scars. There were some normal ones, looking like it came from a small fall, and then there were some bad ones, looking like it was a failed attempt to kill. John walked passed the shocked Lucy, putting his stuff down on the coffee table in front of the couch and placing his boots next to it on the floor.

"You can leave now. I'm going to sleep." John said to Lucy, who finally came out of her shock and slight fear to walk into her room and shut the door. John shut all the lights and fell onto the couch, pulling up the blanket and going to sleep.

'John! Help!' a voice yelled in his dream

'Monster! Save me! No! NOOO!' screamed another

'Please help me! I don't wanna die! No! NO! AAAAAHHHHH!'

'J-J-Johnath-th-than-n-n, y-y-y-you mu-mu-mu-must save th-th-th-the h-h-h-h-humans-s-s-s-s.' a robotic voice said in its last living moment.

'Go and kill those sons of bitches, John. I know you can. See ya.' Another friends' voice said

'J-j-j-john. P-p-promise m-me you w-will k-k-keep on being y-y-yo-u. I-i-i-I d-d-d-don't w-w-want y-y-y-you t-t-to ch-ch-chan…' another voice whispered as its owner died.

'JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH-!' a final voice screamed before John woke up with a yell in cold sweat with tears streaming down his face. He was breathing heavily and gripped part of the couch. He let go of the couch once he calmed down and looked to see the part he was gripping had been crushed. He looked to the other side and a look of curiosity fell on his face as he noticed a large white duffel bag was sitting on the coffee table. It was at least six feet long, about three feet tall, and from what he could see, about four feet wide. There was a note on the top, which he grabbed and read aloud.

"I hope this will help you cope with what happened. I hope I brought everything you needed. Just ask if you need anything else. –Your Grandfather." John placed the note next to him before looking at the time. It was 4:36. He guessed Lucy was asleep considering it had only been three hours since they both went to sleep. He stood up and grabbed the snow white zipper. He unzipped the entire thing in one pull, and he couldn't see anything since there was no light going inside the bag. He reaching in and his fingers touched something cold and smooth. His fingers slid to one side as he tried to find something to grip. He found what felt like a leather grip and held it tightly. He lifted it out of the bag and immediately let it drop once he found out what it was. It made a loud clang as it dropped, most likely waking up Lucy. But he didn't care as he fell back onto the couch with a fresh set of tears pouring down his face. It was weapons. The bag was filled with weapons. And he didn't even have to guess how many. He already knew. 9. And he would bet a million dollars that there was also a medieval sword, an unused memory card, a signed history book, and a loaded six-round pistol in there. Why would he make that assumption? Because the item he pulled up was a giant, 5 ft. long, 3 ft. wide, pure silver sword with a foot long leather hilt. And that blade belonged to his best friend, Jake Grimm. And Jake Grimm was dead. Along with all the owners of the items in that bag.

Lucy looked on in sadness at seeing John cry. She had absolutely no clue why he was crying at seeing the huge silver blade in the bag, and she became curious at hearing the noise of metal hitting metal when he dropped it, but she knew it made him sad. So, she braved up and walked next to John before sitting down on the couch to his left and hugging him. He apparently was too sad to notice her, as he didn't even flinch. She thought guys like him generally didn't care if they were seen crying or not, possibly because it was so rare. She rubbed his back until he calmed down. He thanked her before laying down on the couch. She got up and walked back to her room. She was lying down on her bed, staring at the ceiling until about 10, the only things in her mind were: Why did seeing that blade make him cry? And what was in that bag? At around 10, Lucy heard metal moving and she got up to check it out. She opened her door to see John slipping on his duster, the rest of his clothing already on.

"Um John?" she asked timidly

"Yeah?" He answered without looking at her, looking for the handles of the duffel.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going out." He answered as he found the handles and slinging it onto his left shoulder. "I'll probably be back around mid-afternoon if you are OK with me staying here until I get a place to stay." Lucy nodded her head yes.

"OK, then. I will see you later." He said before walking out the door and shutting it. Lucy stood there for a minute, listening as she heard the clanking of metal as he walked out of the apartment building. Once she couldn't hear him, she bolted to her room, changed, and bolted out the door towards the Fairy Tail guild hall. She found her friend Levy and ran in front of her

"Levy, I need to tell you something that happened last night." Levy nodded before they sat down at some random table. Lucy explained everything that happened that night. She finished with telling Levy about that morning. Levy had become very angry when she heard about the rapist, but was absolutely delighted at hearing the punishment from John. She then became curious at hearing about that morning.

"Do you know where he went?" Levy asked

"No."

"You think we should tell Master?"

"Yeah. John may not be in Fairy Tail, but I'm worried about him." Levy nodded before the two ran over the master and told him what Lucy told Levy. He had a smile on his face at hearing the rapist's punishment. While it was short, there was no question that it was painful. He actually was in the hospital last night paying the owner for Gray freezing the entire third floor. He had seen the man's condition. His jaw looked like it was going to be permanently leaning to the left, and there was a section in the man's right arm that was actually thinner than a twig. He however was concerned for John. Just by hearing about him, Makarov immediately knew he was in deep sorrow. He looked up at the two women in front of him

"Go and look for John. If you find him, come here and tell me where he is. I will deal with it from there." The two women nodded before running out the guild.

John was currently standing on a large cliff that over looked the town that he currently stayed in. It was a beautiful view. Perfect.

"Here." He said before kneeling down and placing the duffle on the ground. He unzipped it and he started taking out the weapons. A new wave of sadness came with each weapon revealed. There was the sword he picked up yesterday. It belonged to Jake Grimm, 1st Grimmer, and its name was Shin. Japanese for Tsunami. He picked up a long black whip with a bladed tip. That belonged to Alice Burn, 2nd Grimmer. Its name was Flamma. Latin for Flame. He picked up a white bow and a brown leather quiver with white feather tipped arrows. They belonged to Jasmine Skye, 3rd Grimmer, and it is named Luftzung, which was German for Wind. He pulled out a 3 ft. long 1.5 ft. wide pitch black axe. Its owner was Christopher Pariah, the 4th Grimmer. His weapon was Kairos, which was Greek for time. He reached in and pulled out two blood red rifles. They were owned by the infamous Jason Blood, the 5th Grimmer. They were named K'i'ik, which meant blood in Mayan. He then picked up a 10 ft. long silver and black chain. It was owned by Sophia Jaguar, 6th Grimmer. It was named Crise, which was French for depression. He then used both hands to pick up a four ft. by 3 ft. square hammer with a 5ft. long wooden handle. It was owner by the sister of Jake, Cassandra Grimm, and 7th Grimmer. It was named Annientamento, which was Italian for destruction. He picked up a 6 ft. long spear with a green handle and a midnight black diamond shaped blade. It was owned by Michael Vitallis, 8th Grimmer. It was named Enfermedad, which was Spanish for sickness. He picked up a pink sniper rifle. Its owner was Jacky Jaguar, sister of Sophia and 9th Grimmer. The gun was named Consacrer, which was French for sacrifice. He then picked up a history book that he gave to Target Master. He opened the cover and saw a signature.

Hey, Christopher Metal, this is a message from Johnathan Reaper. I've changed everything that historians got wrong and added a few things. Everything in here is all the info I'm giving you of the past. Don't get greedy.

-Johnathan Reaper

John sadly smiled and picked up a six-round pistol. It was the gun Arsenal almost used to commit suicide when he first found out he was the child of a warlock and a witch. After about an hour of coaxing, John got the magician to give him the gun. He then picked up the memory card. It was a memory card designed to record every human that Armory killed. He never used it because he never would so much as scratch a human. He then picked up the final item in the bag: a rusted medieval sword that Flame gave to him. It used to be hers but she gave it to John when she wanted to move on from her past life. John looked at the view again, noticing it was now sunset, before picking up Jake's blade and stabbing the tip into the ground so it would not move unless someone moved it. John picked up Alice's whip, pressed a button on the bottom, and watched as it collapsed into itself until it was just a bladed hilt and stabbed it in the ground next to Shin. He then took Luftzung and stabbed one end in the ground next to Flamma and hung the quiver on the other end. He took Kairos and stabbed it next to Luftzung. He continued that until the weapons of the 9 Grimmer formed a semicircle around John. He then stabbed Flame's blade into the center of the semicircle and placed the other items around it in a triangle. Once he was done, he stepped back and lifted his left hand. It momentarily became covered in golden smoke and faded to reveal a pitch black phone. On the back, there was a golden Greek Omega flanked by two snow white demon wings (It's a black Iphone5). He tapped and swiped a few times before he raised his thumb to tap something but hesitated.

"Why do you hesitate?" he heard a voice say. John looked over his shoulder to see a short old man wearing a white shirt with an odd black symbol on it under an orange jacket. He had a white mustache and wore a blue and orange striped jester hat. He also looked to have no irises, only black orbs for eyes.

"Who are you?" John asked

"Makarov Dreyar, 3rd Guild Master of Fairy Tail."

"I take it that's the symbol on your shirt?" Makarov nodded

"Yes, but I must ask: Why did you hesitate whatever you were going to do?"

"Because I never thought I would be forced to listen to this now."

"Why wouldn't you want to listen to it now?"

"It's a song my friends told me to play when they died."

"How were they sure you were going to be alive when they passed on?" Makarov asked, somehow knowing not to use the other word

"It's because of something I don't want to tell you, in fear of your reaction."

"Fine then. It is alright if I listen to this song your friends wanted you to play now?"

"I don't see why not." Makarov nodded and stayed where he was as John finally pressed 'play' on the screen before letting his had fall to his side. An Instant later, the song started and Makarov found out why John's friends chose that song. It was sad and haunting, one that seems perfect for the situation (For those of you who want you, the song is 'I See Fire' by Ed Sheeran). Then Makarov noticed something

"Why did you use weapons for gravestones?"

"Where I come from, it is customary to bury one with something that either is or was theirs. The weapons forming the semicircle were owned by my longtime friends and coworkers. The items in the center were possessions of my friends and team mates. The white duffle bag is what I used to carry these items up here." Makarov nodded.

"Why is the ground unbroken?" He noticed. John stared at the graves for a moment before answering

"I believe I came from another world. I believe this for in my world, there is highly advanced technology and the reason why my friends knew I would be alive when they died was told to the public without my consent."

"And what was the reaction?" Makarov asked, not believing that a simple exposed secret can be terrible

"The entire world save for my dead friends wanting to kill me." Makarov's eyes widened at what John said.

"What secret could be so terrible that an entire world would try to kill you?"

"I would prefer not to tell you in fear of your reaction. You are obviously one who is powerful and I would prefer not to hurt you in any way."

"Fine. But I must ask: Would your secret in any way pose a threat towards my children?"

"Your children?"

"The people in my guild."

"Oh. May I ask a question before I answer yours? It does affect my answer"

"Fine." Makarov said, believing that John might wish to harm his children

"Are any close to death? Such as a fatal cancer or illness?"

"No." he answered truthfully

"Then my secret poses absolutely no threat towards your 'children'." Makarov sighed in relief.

"If I may, why would any of my children being fatally sick affect your answer?"

"Because then in due time, I would have had to take the life of that person for a reason I cannot say."

"I will not force you to say anything you don't want to now, but I will need to know your secret at some point in the future." John simply nodded in agreement.

"Now, would you like to see Fairy Tail so you may decide if you want to join?" Makarov asked

"…Sure."

Yo! This is where i will put the current list of people in John's Harem:

Lucy

Erza

Levy

Mira

Sherry

Juvia(I decided to say 'screw it. why not?' for both)