Ollo, I'm… crap I haven't thought of a name yet. Anyway, I digress Bronze let me post this story here as he won't be able to use the account for a while. So don't expect anything up to his level, this is my first time ever trying to write a fanfiction so take so please tell me anyway I can improve. Time to get to writing, enjoy my pain and suffering.
Chapter 0: Book of END
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From the vast view, there was only the view of burning rocks. The aftermath of a volcano was what remained. The burning temperatures making anyone who still existed in this area combust into ash, it was as if the flames would make one's soul follow the same fate.
What this place this use to be is long forgone, for now, it was flames, bright vermillion flames. Future generations may look at paintings of this night with a sense of wonder and beauty, but to those who escaped this would be a night of horror and disgust far from beauty.
In this field of flames as if defying the laws the flames put forth, a women appeared in a mere moment from nowhere. The feeling the women gave off was one of power, of a queen. Her long pale blond hair flowing down her back like rays from the sun. Even versus the bright violent flames, she seemed to give off her own holy glow. With the small white feathered wings protruding from her head she could be seen in comparison to an angel. The women could have been thought to be without flaw, if not for the fact there was a thin strip of red dripping down her face over her closed lips.
The mask the women wore began to fade away very quickly as she coughed up blood – even the angels can wilt on darkened days.
"Mavis!"
The voice of a man resounded through the flames in great distress. Two people have now ignored the violent flames. He was rushing with a look of great pain across his face before he arrived at Mavis's side. "Mavis we both know we can't run like this."
The man's red attire blended with flames surrounding him, while his black hair blended with the heavy smoke hanging high above them. He looked at the women with a face of sadness he seemed to care deeply for this woman. He would be the man who built a Demon only to become a Legend.
Even Legends have a point when they are real.
"I know." Her voice was weakened, but it still held an angelical tune.
"Look around us. Who would have thought it would be around such a familiar color that I would fall? Vermillion the color of life…" Her voice was fading with each word, she felt a need to laugh at the irony of the situation even if she couldn't in her state.
The man in red didn't truly know how to reply to her. They had both known this was the only outcome when they started but followed this path anyway. Still, he couldn't help but feel regret towards his actions. Time was drawing to an end, the flames were growing more violent the longer they stayed in place, but that was not the reason for his self-reflection.
A third figure made its presence known. Much like the two before him he remained unaffected by the vermillion flames. This man was different than the other two, everything about him screamed death, and cold. His hair gave off the look of snow in a blizzard. His eyes held a cold stare as he looked towards the world before him. He would be remembered as the Devil stabbing an Angel's Heart.
Even Devils can have points of human weakness.
"Hand over the Book Zeref." His voice was full of arrogance and power, he felt no fear when speaking to these two.
"You expect us to hand over the book after everything that has occurred?" Zeref replied back his voice full of anger.
"I'm not giving you either a choice no matter how this day ends the book will be mine. The power it holds will be mine to which I can watch this whole world burn to ash. You can either leave here alive or dead, for that I will allow you to choice." The man's arrogance and greed were overflowing in his voice.
Zeref's face turned sinister before he began to speak, "You want power? That much I can do. Just got to mind the overwhelming pain." Before the man could react he was surrounded in a pitch black orb and unable to escape.
Taking a book out of his coat Zeref reads the title to himself 'END'. This single book had caused any people he has cared about pain even himself. This world wanted more power, but in the end, they fear it. They fear to which they no longer understand. Maybe in another, this book would be understood, be accepted, or maybe they would only be subject to the same fate he couldn't know.
What he did know though is this book here was only going to bring pain so the only option was to make it disappear. Through many years of trial and error while on the run Zeref had found a way to transport the object into what he calls the void; a rift between worlds to which nothing existed. That is where he was going to put this book.
Working quickly, he channels energy into the object and a gray rip in the world appears before him. Taking a deep sigh, he hesitates was this truly the right option? He knew he didn't have time to question his current action from the sounds coming from within the black orb but he did anyway.
Coming terms with everything he grabs the book and shoves it into the rift before destroying the object. It was all over, and with the sound of the black orb breaking and Vermillion flames growing ever brighter and stronger the world simply vanishes.
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So yea that happened…hope that caught your guy's interests got the inspiration when reading a Chinese Novel a few weeks ago and felt like doing a short story of it. Still, have no clue what I'm going to call myself but that doesn't matter yet. Anyway, I'll update depending on my mood so the happier I'm the quicker I write.