Fire Emblem 7 Fanfic – The Fang Lives On
A/N: Hey, guys! Dark Lord Ereshkigal here, this time with a much larger project in mind involving Fire Emblem 7! I've always been curious about what would've happened had the Reed brothers, Linus and Lloyd, survived their respective battles and joined forces with Eliwood's army. They were good people who happened to be on the wrong side and I always feel bad whenever I have to kill them, or at least Lloyd (talk to him with Nino in Cog of Destiny, you'll see what I mean). This fanfiction is my take on this alternate (and somewhat happier) timeline.
Taking the advice of an anonymous guest, I have decided to move most of the information about Dusk and the support pairings/romantic couples that can be found in this fic to my profile. If it's one of my favorite supports, chances are it'll be incorporated into the fic.
Chapter 1 – Saved from Death
Lloyd Reed stared off into the distance, mulling over the events that had just occurred. He had launched his army of the Black Fang upon Eliwood's, only for the attack to have completely, utterly failed. Not a single one of the enemy's army had been slain, but his entire force had been obliterated. Not only that, but Lloyd himself had been disarmed and defeated.
He should have been enraged or at least disappointed by his defeat. He was one of the Four Fangs, and defeat for one of the highest-ranking officers of the Black Fang was unacceptable. And yet…he remembered the conversation he had had with Eliwood, Hector, and Lyndis personally after the battle had ended. They were far from the brutal, ruthless thugs and murderers that Sonia had made them out to be. They had spared his life when they could have easily cut him down, and he had returned the favor by sparing them the justice of the Black Fang. The more he thought about it, the more he believed that Sonia and Nergal had lied to them and that they were the true evil. He had to talk to Linus; maybe together they could sort this out.
Suddenly, Lloyd felt a searing pain all over his body. "What…what is happening?" he thought frantically. He collapsed on the ground and saw with his own eyes Limstella, Nergal's primary lieutenant, in front of him, her hand still glowing from the Fimbulvetr that she had cast. "This can't be…" he muttered. He tried to get up, but the spell had hit him too suddenly and brutally and he couldn't even raise his arms. He was going to die here, alone, and his father, brother, and dear stepsister would never know the truth.
"White Wolf Lloyd…" Limstella spoke softly, "your quintessence is quite excellent. Lord Nergal will be very pleased..."
Lloyd braced himself for death, knowing there was nothing he could do. However, just as Limstella was about to drain Lloyd's quintessence and finish him off, a ring of dark energy flew toward her out of nowhere, knocking her aside before she could finish draining Lloyd's life away. Limstella whirled around, attempting to cast another Fimbulvetr at the offender, but the figure who had defended Lloyd's life effortlessly brushed the spell aside with the dark flames of Fenrir.
"You dare interfere with the work of Lord Nergal?" hissed Limstella. "The White Wolf lies dying. You can do nothing to save him."
"Perhaps that is so," the figure, which Lloyd recognized as a druid, replied. "But, I will never permit you to commit a deed as foul as stealing another's life force for the sake of your depraved master. You know that you cannot defeat me now. I advise you to retreat, or else Lord Nergal will soon lose his most powerful and reliable servant. If you are indeed that…" he added sarcastically.
The druid promptly called forth more purple flames and shot them at Limstella. Her magical resistance meant nothing against the power of Luna, and this time she was blasted far from Lloyd's body into a tree.
Limstella felt rage…or rather, a false copy of human anger, boiling inside her. She was a morph after all, and felt no true emotion. This druid, whoever he was, was getting in the way of Lord Nergal's bidding! However, as much as it "irritated" her to admit, he was right; Limstella could not defeat one so expertly practiced in dark magic, especially one who had mastered Luna. With little choice, she vanished away from the area. Let the White Wolf die. There would be other candidates for quintessence worthy of Lord Nergal's attentions…excellent candidates indeed.
The druid, satisfied that Limstella had fled and would not return, knelt down beside the dying figure of Lloyd Reed.
"Thank…you…" Lloyd gasped, "but you are…too…late. That…monster…has…"
"Save your breath, Lloyd Reed of the Black Fang. You are not going to die this day. I will make sure of that," the druid replied. The last thing Lloyd saw before he blacked out was the druid taking out a staff and begin chanting in an unknown tongue. And then darkness consumed him.
A/N: As you can probably tell, Dusk would have to be pretty powerful to be able to successfully drive away a Sage as powerful as Limstella. But don't worry, I won't let this degenerate into a fic where the Tactician kills everything, THE END.
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