Hello! Here is my new Fairy Tail story!
Title: Boiled Hearts, Freezing Soul
Rating: M
Genre: Horror, Supernatural
Summary: Fairy Tail—one of the darkest, most horrifying guilds in the history of Fiore. When townspeople begin to disappear, the Magic Council sends their top soldier to investigate—Lucy Heartfilia. But when she is captured by Fairy Tail's strongest team, she must fight to survive and escape with her sanity.
Characters: Lucy Heartfilia, Natsu Dragneel, Gray Fullbuster, Erza Scarlet, Gajeel Redfox, Jellal Fernandes, Mystogan
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Heavy to Explicit Gore, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Disturbing Elements, Possible Trigger Warning
The land was completely destroyed. Smoke rose from flaming heaps of the remnants of houses, and the screams of the few survivors echoed with a horrifying efficiency throughout the former city.
Crimson trickled slowly to soak into the ridges and crevasses of the crumbling ground. Ash and smoke swirled in the air, and the strong and unrelenting taste of iron and burned human flesh followed like a beast on the heels of its master.
From deep in the blanket of horror, a figure appeared.
"Eh? You're still alive?"
A shriek sounded as the being pulled a survivor up by the charred remnants of her hair, forcing her to her feet with a violent shove.
"You know, it's rude to ignore someone."
A whimper sounded, and the woman attempted to struggle out of the beast's grip.
"What have I told you about playing with your food?"
Another monster appeared, a large and dark cloak swirling around his body. Golden eyes burned out of a pale face, and a dark grin exposed large and needle-like teeth dripping with a dark fluid.
"Don't interrupt me."
The woman shrieked as large and hot hands caressed her sides, lingering on her hips and chest. The beast above her grinned roughly, snaking a forked tongue over his teeth.
"I still have time to play with her, right?"
The cloaked man sighed, tilting his head. Vibrant blue hair spilled over his shoulders, and a slightly manic light burned within his tawny eyes. "Twelve minutes. No more, no less."
Crimson eyes burned out of a fiery face, and the beast gave a menacing chuckle. "Good."
A whimper sounded, and the woman attempted to struggle out of the beast's bone-crushing grip.
At that moment, an enraged cry sounded, and then a man was racing towards the monster and his teammate.
"Leave her alone!"
The beast tensed and bared his fangs, sighing in irritation. "Really? Again?"
The blue-haired man pulled his cloak hood back up and turned away, disinterested in the screaming woman and the masochistic beast. He knew that the monster would kill the woman and save the man for later.
He sighed heavily as he resumed his walk through the battle-ravaged town.
Time is of the essence. Hurry, little beast, or you will be devoured whole.
"Master Org!"
The elderly man turned at the sound of his name, a deep frown on his face. "What is it?"
The messenger paused to catch his breath, fear and panic clear in his eyes.
"An impromptu meeting has been called. Fairy Tail has struck again. You're wanted immediately in the council room."
The towering man nodded with a grave expression on his scarred and weathered face.
"Very well. Take me there."
... ... ...
"This has gone on long enough! They must be stopped!"
"We would have done something if we could! They are far too powerful, and we suffer too many losses whenever we attack!"
"The sacrifices are worth risking lives! Fairy Tail must be stopped, no matter the cost!"
"Is it worth killing thousands of people? They will stop at nothing and will not be deterred!"
"Silence!"
All eyes fixed on the tall and hooded figure seated above them at the top of the room.
"Chairman, what will you have us do?"
The large being hummed in thought, stroking a long gray beard with gloved fingers.
"Bring in the Grand Hunter."
He could not remember how he had even reached this place.
All he could think about was the blood trailing down the side of his head in steady streams.
...I know you can hear me...
His heart stuttered for a moment, stalling completely before it began to pound.
I can hear your heartbeat...
He struggled fruitlessly against his bindings, uncaring of the way the barbed metal spikes dug into his skin. He just had to get out before he came back.
I can hear your breathing...
A boiling began to fill the room and sweat poured down his face.
"You didn't follow the rules."
He gasped for breath, his head swimming and his thoughts unclear as he jerked in his seat.
"The rules were simple."
The beast was in the room now. His heat was burning all in its path, and his ragged and hoarse breathing ricocheted off of the slick stone walls.
Large and sharp talons trailed over the blood and sweat soaked skin of the bound man. A whimper escaped his throat, and he could hear the heavy breaths become more labored.
The darkness obscuring his vision was torn away, and then two burning crimson eyes appeared in the velvety blackness.
The monster grinned wildly, large and pointed teeth bared and coated in some sort of fluid. A faint but dark liquid dripped off of the tips of the largest fangs, and the bound man dreaded to think about what it was.
"You broke the rules, Mister." Vibrant pink hair spilled in ragged locks across broad, muscled shoulders as the demon shook his head, clicking his tongue in something like disappointment and scolding. Suddenly he was looming closer to his bound prey, the grin pulling back his lips becoming wilder by the second. He dug the tips of his claws deep into the flesh of the man's neck, reveling in the pained whimper that escaped his throat.
A scorching wetness appeared on the man's face, and he recoiled back by instinct. The beast was having none of that and held his face still, running his tongue over the sweat-stained and bloody skin of his prey's cheek.
His breath was hot and humid against the trembling flesh of his catch.
Crimson eyes burned as the man leaned closer to the prisoner, and a deep and hellish light festered within the depths of his endless stare. The tip of his nose brushed against that of the bound man, and his blood-soaked breath lapped against his grimy skin.
"And for that, I have to break you."
The man barely had time to arch his back and scream as the beast's hands plunged deep into his chest. He could faintly hear the pleasured moan the monster gave as his talons sunk in deep and sliced through layer after layer of muscle and flesh, the violent rush of blood soaking his hands in a precious crimson fluid.
Ruby eyes burned viciously as the monster began to laugh, his burning breath only adding to the prisoner's agony. Flames formed in the back of the beast's mouth, a horrific inferno intent on destroying everything.
The man jerked and gasped as he felt the monster's clawed hand encase his heart in an iron grasp. Choking on his own blood, he stared up at the suddenly enraged man looming over him.
The demonic wizard grinned, crimson eyes flashing brightly. "Got something to say?" His hand slowly tightened, squeezing the bloody muscle in his grasp to nothing but a shivering, pulpy mess.
Eyes widened as the man choked, coughing up a torrent of blood and bodily fluids as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Natsu tilted his head, fangs bared in a wild snarl of a grin. "I didn't think so."
He removed his hands from the man's chest and stared at his bloody claws. With a huff of a laugh, he licked the fluid off of his hands. A shudder passed through him, and he fixed his crimson stare on the corpse on him.
"Wish you'd stayed alive longer. I could've had much more fun."
A knock sounded on a hidden door behind the salmon-haired man. "Salamander? You should get out here. Titania and Laxus want to talk to you."
Natsu rumbled softly, running a hand through his hair. With an enraged snarl, he stalked over and pulled open the door. "What did I tell you idiots about interrupting me?"
A tall and well-muscled man loomed in the doorway. He torso was covered in a plain black cloth with a mantle over his broad shoulders, and a deep maroon waistguard concealed all except his lower legs. His pants were tucked meticulously into heavy, menacing boots. A partial helmet covered his eyes and nose, and a metal visor with slots concealed his eyes while a long white feather boa extended from the back of the accessory.
The man before the pinkette was a renowned assassin, known for his Seith magic and his sadistic and masochistic personality.
Grinning widely, the man stuck out an unnaturally long tongue, exposing the tattoo of their guild. "It ain't my fault. Go blamin' the pigs. Ain't cooking no one but always sendin' me to do the slaughtering." The towering man turned and began to stalk away, muttering something about fried fingers and toes.
Natsu looked back longingly at the bloody corpse still tied to the chair, a demented hunger flashing in his eyes. With a forced but heavy sigh, he headed down the hall after the assassin.
Erza Scarlet glanced up as the door to the throne room groaned open, a mouthful of strawberry cake in her mouth.
Bickslow entered, his tongue hanging out of his mouth in an almost amusing manner had it not been for the provocative way he was waving it in the air.
Straightening to her full height, the feared wizard frowned and crossed her arms over her ample bosom. "You're late."
"What can I say? Pinky over here don't know how to follow orders right," the assassin snarled and rolled his neck, sighing in satisfaction as tendons and joints cracked.
"Talking about me?" The aforementioned pinkette strode into the room with his trademark grin wider than normal. A dark fluid was spattered over his bare chest, his clothes, and his skin.
Erza scowled in clear disgust, her lip curling back in a snarl. "Don't make such a mess next time, fool." She stood with an elegant grace and power, strength concealed in every step as she made her way towards the salmon-haired man.
Natsu tilted his head, eyes flashing brightly. "What? Can't help myself." He brought his arms closer to his mouth and ran his tongue over his blood-covered skin with a maniacal grin. "
"Disgusting." Erza took a sword from her endless arsenal, pointing the blade at the crimson-eyed man before her. "Pathetic swine. You dare to challenge me?"
Natsu made a sound similar to an aroused groan, his eyes rolling back in a gesture like irritation and pleasure. "Don't talk to that, Scarlet. You're making me hot." He swayed on his feet, lurching forward a few steps and tilting his head to the side as he grinned dangerously. "Don't want me hot during a battle."
"Pervert." Erza fixed her gaze on the Seith wizard, ignoring the Dragon wizard—much to his irritation. "What is the progress on your team's mission."
Bickslow shrugged, grinning crudely. "I'll be fried, my pretty. Nothin' like being cooked alive, ain't there? I'll be a fried wizard, I'll be."
"Fried wizard? You won't be as attractive as you are now." The door opened again and a slim brunette woman waltzed in, a skintight black dress hugging her curves and her green eyes flashing in the dim lighting of the room.
"Evergreen" Erza growled. Her hair rose and flowed in snakelike strands around her as her magic power surged. "I did not call for you."
"Oh, but you have this way of calling me even if you didn't." Evergreen fixed her poisonous stare on the Seith wizard. "Bickslow, Laxus wants to talk with you."
"Talk? He runs his mouth enough anyway to send the whole place up in sparks." The large man grinned again, a toxic green glow emanating from the slots in his mask.
"And I assume there is a problem with that?" A slim and tall man appeared without a sound, a haze of black magic surrounding him as his deep maroon coat trailed behind him and he moved with slow and deliberate steps. His long and lime-green hair swayed around his shoulders, and his face was schooled into an expression of indifference.
"No. No, no problem at all, Freed," Evergreen stated, her voice trembling slightly as she backed away a few steps.
Toxic green eyes fixed onto the slender woman, and a snarl curled back his lips. "Stop trembling, wench, It suits you poorly."
"Yes, Freed," the brunette murmured, averting her gaze and folding her hands behind the small of her back.
"Scarlet, Laxus will be here shortly. He had some business or something like that to attend to," Freed stated darkly, boldly meeting the redhead's fierce stare. "I suggest that you wait. He will not rush simply because of your impatience."
The powerful wizard frowned, tilting her head and making her crimson hair spill over her armored shoulders. "I will not wait on the dragon's heels while he fornicates in the shadows."
The green-haired man laughed dryly, a cruel grin appearing on his lips. "Fornication? Only you would amount to accusing the dragon of something like that."
"And you wouldn't? Your libido extends to infinite bounds, Albion," Erza countered, a dark and rueful smirk curling back her lips.
The Dark Écriture wizard frowned, his visible eye darkening and a surge of power radiating off of him. "My libido is as dry and tasteless as our own." He twitched and turned his head to the door, his lips turning up into something like a cross between a smirk and a frown. "I suppose you're going to get your wish, Titania."
At that moment, the door to the room groaned open once again. A huge man entered, amber eyes narrow and broad jaw clenched. He was clad in a deep purple collared shirt and dark pants, and a massive fur-lined coat was draped over his broad shoulders. As he strode in, static triailed after him and clung to the maroon carpet, sticking to everything around him.
"Laxus." Erza addressed the larger man coldly, crossing her arms once again. She was seemingly uncaring of the way the electricity was making her hair stand straight up. "You are late."
The enormous man waved a hand nonchalantly, a manic light flashing in his eyes. "Blame the Seith mage. He sent me on a false lead."
"False lead?" Bickslow looked up at that, his expression having darkened to something angry and distraught. "Never questioned the credibility of my sources before."
"Your informant was dead, Four-Eyes," the lightning mage growled, fixing his bloodthirsty stare on the assassin.
Bickslow was silent for a moment, having frozen with a frown on his face. "Dead?" His frown slowly morphed into a maniacal grin, and a green light shone through the slots in his helm piece. "The old man finally kicked the bucket, huh? Would've gladly ripped out his crippled little heart if he'd called before...ha! His little, old miserable heart, right in my fist!"
"Stop that, Seith," Laxus growled, electricity sparking around his body as he glared at the looming man.
"Not the only Seith," Bickslow countered darkly, but all anger was lost to the ridiculous grin on his face. "I'm not the only one..."
"That's because you ate the other one, idiot," Evergreen snapped, narrowing her eyes. Freed sent a glance her way and she shrunk back and looked away.
"All of you, cease this nonsense!"
Erza had moved during the quarrel, and she was standing beside the massive throne centered in the middle of the room.
"The Master is here."
She moved silently down the hall, clad in the cold and comforting embrace of her armor.
The subordinates scurrying around quickly moved out of her way as she continued on, ignoring their awed whispers and wide-eyed stares.
"Ma'am." The guard stationed at the meeting room door nodded at her. His glowing blue eyes ran over her body as he conducted the search for any concealed or unwanted weapons.
"They are waiting for you." He raised his massive staff and brought it down with a resonating thud, and the sound of many magical locks unlatching filled the slightly tense silence.
"Thank you, Ryu." She fixed her cloak back into a more professional position and entered the room. The door shut with a thud behind her, and she was encased in endless darkness.
From the thick blackness, a powerful voice boomed, "You know why you are here."
She nodded, keeping her expression carefully impassive. "Yes."
Another voice, less invasive and overwhelming, sounded. "They have gone too far."
Following that, a chorus of voices thundered throughout the room. "They must be eradicated."
The lights flickered on, and a tall and aged man stood over her. Deeply set crimson eyes burned a hole down into the woman's soul.
"Your mission: destroy Fairy Tail once and for all."
The woman nodded and bowed deeply, a grim sort of excitement coming over her.
"Yes, my masters."
Chocolate brown eyes burned with a dark sense of determination.
"I, Lucy Heartfilia, swear on my life that Fairy Tail will be destroyed."
So this came to me in a dream. Hope you all like it! Read and review, please!