Alliances Are Made
The pub was crawling with all sorts of criminals. The place reeked of beer, and blood from previous drunken spats.
The usuals continued to stop by as newer clientele made a run for it as soon as they stepped into the place.
Late into the hour more than half of the wizards there were already drunk and ready to fight for whatever reason.
Despite all the violence surrounding the bar, a man wearing a fur lined cloak makes his way to the bar.
The bartender notices the man and walks over to him and asks,
"What'll it be?"
He takes a look around the room before whispering,
"Desmond."
Everybody in shot of hearing the name spill from the man's lips stop what they're doing, and look over to man brave enough to ask for such a wizard.
The bartender takes a moment and nudges his head towards a bench all the way in the back of the bar.
"Back there."
And with that everybody returns to what they were doing as the man walks towards the back of the bar.
There sat a muscled man covered in tattoos and scars while sporting a red dirty turban.
The man in the fur lined cloak cautiously approaches him.
"Are you Desmond?"
The man takes a puff from his cigar and blows it directly at the man.
"State your inquiry and payment."
Pulling away the hood the tall middle age man reveals himself.
"I am Ivan Dreyar of Raven Tail."
The much bigger man takes another puff of smoke.
"Raven Tail? I heard you were dismembered after the Grand Magic Games. Your guild has no power here. Leave."
Suddenly a pouch of money is tossed onto the table.
"I think that much money entitles me some power. Don't you agree?"
Glancing down at the pouch, the man grabs hold of it and throws it in the air and snatches it. With another good shake he throws it back towards Ivan's side of the table.
"That amount of money couldn't even buy you an introduction with me."
Ivan hated on being disrespected, but there was too much on the line for him to care.
"What about a once in a lifetime proposition?"
Taking another puff the man laughs.
"What could Ivan of Raven Tail possibly have that would garner the interest of the formidable master of Black Magic?"
Ivan reaches into his bag and tosses a book on the table.
"There is a prophecy claiming that on a day where guilds are born a tree will shine conceiving a new form of Dragon Slaying."
"I am not here for your poetry session. Get on with it!"
"We're familiar with all types of Dragon's Slayers, but THIS type can only be conceived by a Demonic Magic user and a Dragon Slayer. A power so unimaginable and rare that it has been listed as being the only notable magic to be able to defeat the likes of Acnologia. A power I need YOU to harvest, contain, and to return back to me so that I may turn it into a Lacrima earning us an unimaginable amount in the Black Guild Market."
The topic began to intrigue the Black Magic user.
"And what form of Dragon Slaying is this?"
"Demonic Dragon Slayer."
The man's eyes widen, but soon return to their normal cool state.
"You dare waste my time with stories and folk tales!? We all grew up hearing of such stories as our mothers rocked us to sleep! It's true what they say about you Ivan. Your demise has caused you to grow mad!"
Violently slamming his fist on the table Ivan angrily points towards the man and screams,
"I AM NOT MAD!"
"Really? Then prove to me that this is no such story. What proof do you have that this prophecy will take place!"
"This week will mark the rare occasion of Fairy Tail's birthday lying on the same day Magnolia's Rainbow Sakura Tree is set to bloom. Within their Guild lies four notable Dragon Slayers, three of which are men and a female who posses Demonic Magic."
Ivan then places four folders down with a picture of each guild member.
Desmond takes a look at each folder and stops at one particular one.
"Dreyar? Isn't this your kid?"
"Bonded by blood and nothing else. Mind you he is not a true Dragon Slayer, far from it! He only posses the power for the sole fact that in my desperate attempt to harness Dragon Slaying magic I had placed a Lacrima directly into him years ago."
"What if the kid turns out to be your grand kid? I mean Dark Guild member like yourself should understand what is required when it comes to Black Magic."
"What I'll earn from that Lacrima will bring me more happiness than whatever that bastard grandchild could bring me."
Smiling, Desmond takes a puff from his cigar.
"You're one sick man Ivan, but I like that."
"So is it true you are able to rip the soul, and power of a wizard and contain it?"
"Hmph…not me, but this can.
Removing the turban from his head he reveals a stitched on third red eye.
Ivan takes a step back.
"Im-Impossible! That eye could only belong to those of the Mudai Guild! They were wiped out years ago!"
"Take a guess who wiped them out?"
That was enough to astound Ivan on what power Desmond holds and he was pleased.
Ivan smiles and puts out his hand.
"So? Do we have a deal?"
Ignoring Ivan's hand, Desmond reaches over and grabs back the pouch of gold.
"I'll hold onto this for collateral. I'll be back in 9 months."
Smiling Ivan turns to leave.
"Oh and Ivan?"
The Dark Guild master turns around.
Desmond lights another cigar.
"What's to say that others haven't come to the same conclusion and have already made plans to take that sort of power for themselves?"
With a sinister smile Ivan replies,
"I guess we'll have to kill whoever gets in our way now, won't we?"