Hello and welcome fellow children of the web, to my first story on this account! I will try to update this story on a weekly basis! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it!
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I do not own Fairy Tail or any of it's characters, they belong to Hiro Mashima. I only own this story.
Thick, ominous fog drifted lazily around the trunks of monstrous trees. The forest was still, the air tense, the scenery seemed to hold its breath. Something was afoot, though whether this something was good or bad is debatable.
Somewhere deep in the woods, where no crickets sang and no frogs chirped, a man sat cross legged on a bald patch of ground. He was a thin man, unnaturally pale with stringy, greasy hair. His left wrist dribbled blood from a shallow cut. He muttered illegibly, etching a messy pentagram into the dirt. He held his bleeding wrist over the shape, letting a few drops of his lifeblood drip onto the dirt.
For a moment nothing happened. And then then fog became impossibly thicker, nearly impairing the vision. Dark light crackled inside the circle, whirling about in a barely contained cyclone before ceasing without warning. The fog seemed to converge inside the circle, clinging to the nearly tangible body of an unnamed beast. Bright crimson eyes flicked to life somewhere in the fog, focusing on the little human that had summoned it.
A deep sigh escaped the forest, brushing the sweaty cheeks of the man.
The beast was silent for a long while, simply assessing the weak human before it, and then it spoke in a voice alike to the rumble of thunder. "You summoned me."
The man nodded quickly, not quite able to form words.
"Why?" the beast sounded irritable, it's crimson eyes narrowing in annoyance.
"M-my wife! She wants a child more than anything! But she can't seem to have children.." the man bit his lip, the pain of his wife's most recent miscarriage still a fresh wound. "Please! Give us a healthy child!" he bowed his head respectfully, but his hands trembled slightly at his sides.
"Why should I? What's in it for me foolish human?" the beast rumbled irritably.
The man met the beasts gaze head on, the sincerity in his eyes taking the demon by surprise. "I will do anything."
The beast looked at the man carefully for a long while, before an odd smile twisted its unseen features. "It is done."
The delight on the mans face irritated the beast to no end.
"You will have a single healthy daughter, but she will cost you much." The demons lips pulled back over its sharp teeth in a fanged smirk, "You will lose everything you hold dear, my foolish friend. This child will cost you everything." The mans smile had disappeared, leaving an expression of dawning horror in its wake. "She won't belong to you, and I can't ensure that she'll be entirely normal, but she'll be healthy nonetheless." The mans jaw had stiffened, his eyes sparking dangerously. "On a certain day during her nineteenth year my son will come to fetch her." The mans posture had changed, he looked enraged, at which the beasts smile grew. "Oh my foolish friend, did not your priest advise you not to dabble with demons? We are beyond your scope of understanding."
"I don't want it.." the man rasped, backing away from the demon. "You cheated me."
The demons eyes slitted dangerously, watching the man with ancient eyes. "I did no such thing. I merely gave you what you asked for. You asked me for a healthful child, and I have granted you it. The child already grows in your woman's womb. You did not specify how long you wanted the child, or what gender you desired, or what race you preferred. So I have given you a daughter with certain demon qualities. You will have her until sometime during her nineteenth year, and then she will join us."
The color in the mans face had drained, leaving him looking fragile. "I'll kill it. I won't care for a monster."
A feral sound emanated from the demon, it's eyes brightening with anger. The mans nose began to bleed. "You will care for her. You wished for her, you said you would do anything to have her. The conditions are set." The rumbling voice of the demon took on a threatening note, "One of us will always be protecting that child. If you dare harm her, the torture you will endure will be beyond your comprehension."
And just like that the fight went out of the cowardly man. He slumped to the ground looking pale and weak. He said nothing, just stared in shocked horror at the ground.
The demon rumbled with malignant laughter, the fog that made up its body thinning. "Remember this night, foolish human. A wish can give you what you desire most, but always at a terrible price." The demon evaporated into the air, but his heavy presence remained in the mans heart.
Slowly, the man climbed to his feet and returned to his home. By the time he reached the door, he had almost managed to convince himself the whole ordeal had been nothing but a bad dream, but when his wife lunged at him, her subtly beautiful face alive with joy as she told him that the doctors had found a heartbeat, he felt his stomach drop.
In the following months he attempted to be the supportive husband she needed, but the knowledge of what was growing inside her ate at him. And when she told him it was time he shook so severely she worried he was having a seizure. She chalked it up to excitement, when in reality it was dread that caused the entirety of his body to spasm uncontrollably. And when the baby was delivered the doctors were too befuddled by the infant girls azure fuzz to notice how quickly her mother was fading. Within two hours of the infants birth, he had lost the woman his world revolved around and any hope that maybe the demons prophecy had been a bluff.
He held the child in his arms, hopelessness radiating off his body in waves. The infant was almost comically small in his arms, but he didn't hold her with any of the care or tenderness of a father. She had a sweet face and rosy cheeks, with a perfectly shaped nose that neither he nor his late wife had. Her hair was an unnatural shade of blue that the doctors had diagnosed as a birth defect, but he knew to be a side effect of the demonic gene.
But her eyes were an intelligent hazel. An exact copy of his wife's eyes. His body shook with silent sobs.
He hated this child so much. She had taken his wife, his soulmate from him, and yet she had her eyes. How dare she?
A short nurse stood a few feet away, watching the man with pitying eyes.
"Mr. McGarden?" her voice was soft, as if she thought he might bolt if she made any sudden moves, "She needs a name."
He stiffened, staring into the face of the child that would, no.. had already ruined his life. Why name it? This thing didn't deserve a name. But this nurse wouldn't understand that. So his eyes swept the room for anything that might pass as a name, and paused on a newspaper clipping.
"Fiore To Levy Taxes On Port Hargeon"
His gaze slid from the clipping to the child's perfect face, his lips twisting in a sneer. This girl was taxing him greatly. She was going to take everything, and then, when she'd successfully bled him dry, she'd up and disappear.
"Levy.." he muttered, turning his deadened gaze onto the nurse, "Levy McGarden."
There's the prologue .3. chapter 1 will be up soon c:
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