Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima. I do own the Original Characters (OC's) and ask that you do not use them without at least asking for permission first. Please respect this as I am possessive of my OC's and don't share as easily as other authors.

Author's Note: This story was written after having a particularly bad nightmare and talking with a friend about it. They suggested that I do this to help work through the nightmare and my phobias. One is lepidopterophobia or the fear of butterflies. And the other is Mottephobia or the fears of Moths. These are only two. And like any fear, there is a legit reason for it, one I do not care to share.

He watched as the girl lay on her stomach. Her mind was organized in layers upon layers. It fascinated him in how she thought. That and the faint little voices he kept on hearing threaded through her mind. Each calling her princess. Except for two that were more sounds. One a soft tweet like a bird and the other a strange Pun-pun. But there was no less affection in those sounds. It was clear that they loved Lucy and were worried. Apparently, these voices were able to appear by her side, but due to the cuffs on her wrists were now unable.

It had been a full week since the strange girl, no woman had arrived. And in that singular week, he had seen so much happen. Hell, he was still feeling it. After cautioning Al'tana to remain quiet that Lucy was awake. He'd kept her for two days in his room before having her dressed as their liege had specified. Then brought her before the male himself. Having warned her what was most likely to happen, in hopes that things would go smoothly. Of course, once he heard the thoughts from both of them it was obvious that nothing was gonna go smoothly.

Each touch and caress was tolerated by Lucy. At least until hands strayed, squeezed and pinched at her thighs and at what she deemed her 'bubble' butt. That had Lucy stiffening and pulling away slightly. But still well in the realm of tolerance. It was when their ruler had cupped and dug his fingers into Lucy's chest, or rather what she called her breast in her head, she reacted. Striking out at the offending hand that was molesting her. Panic and anger raging in her mind, about staggering him.

From there the guards reacted and they all found out that while she was much smaller, and seemingly unbalanced due to all those curves and lack of wings. She was fluid in her motions and literally brutal in her well placed kicks and punches. Her words were laced with a type of venom she had later assured him was not capable to actually harming anyone but their ego. But to see her leg shoot out and kick one of the more burly guards, who came from the Atlas Clan, like his own father, across the throne room while she punched another in the face and sent him flying. That was not what had stunned Lu'arna. No, it was the fact that she had a golden halo glowing around her body.

It was small, no more than two inches around her person. Which he knew was due to the cuffs on her wrist. Everyone saw it. Including their liege. At that moment he had scanned everyone's mind. Each feeling something slightly different. Though the consensus was that it was gentle and calming. While the guards and their ruler it was almost painful to their eyes and warmed their skin. He could hear a few of those voices in Lucy's head telling her to calm down and that she had done a good job defending herself. While the woman was a seething and mental mess.

Of course, attacking someone so important had called for punishment. And it sickened him that they had wanted to whip Lucy. But that changed quickly. Their liege didn't want to damage that warm, soft, and supple flesh. Instead, he had been whipped instead for her transgressions, under the guise of not conditioning Lucy. This had made Lucy cry when he had been brought back later that night to his rooms. He didn't know what had happened, mind blanking out to keep from feeling the full effect of the electric whip that had been used.

Even while mostly unconscious he'd more felt than anything the shock, horror, and pain from Lucy. His mind picking up snippets of the conversation that she had with Al'tana. Who was not happy or impressed by the girl. Of course, Al'tana had been with him since he was a youngling. Knew him just as well as he knew himself, if not better at times. She was a mature matriarch of her own clan, though not its leader due to her station as his aide and servant. So, it had been a surprise when she had let Lucy help treat him.

Now, though, four days later, he was fully healed, practically unheard of, but it had come at a cost from the blond he sat watching. Mostly due to the fact she had stayed up, not sleeping until he had regained consciousness. But she had used that odd glow, or magic as she called it, to get help from her friends. Friends he had been hearing in her mind for a while. Said that one of them, Virgo, had sent her a salve to help heal him. And he could see the chaos that was her mind. It was disturbing all that she had been through in her life. Her dreams were nightmares of the abuse that was mental, emotional, and physical she'd gone through. Making him work fairly hard at keeping her calm on the outside while she had the horrid dreams.

A month had gone by since Lucy's disappearance. And it was felt by everyone in the guild. There had been many scholars coming to the ruins to double check the findings of both Levy and Freed. Who were still there decoding most of the ancient text. The temple, which was what the ruins were, was a shrine of sorts to be a portal to different worlds apparently. There was a huge, mostly damage star chart on the ceiling. Which had brought in some of Earthland's premier astrologers, along with Yukino? All of who had not recognized quite a few of the star maps on what was left of the ceiling.

A soft sigh escaped Erza's lips as she looked down at her cake, untouched on her plate, before shifting her gaze to Natsu and Gray. Both of whom were sitting silently at a table. For three days now neither had said a thing to the other to provoke one of their fights. It was both nice and rather depressing in and of itself. Each sad that Lucy was gone. Hell, even Happy had not been a menace. In fact, the little blue exceed had cried and claimed he would never call Lucy fat again if she just came home.

"Erza, my office."

This had her whipping her head around to look at Master Makarov. Who had a serious look on his face? With a small nod, she got up from her stool and made her way up the stairs to the second story. There she saw Laxus standing just inside the door to the office. Even from what little bit of his profile she could see, he was not happy. So, steeling herself for the worst case scenario, she marched stiff-backed into the office, shutting the door behind her and leveled a hard look at her guild master.

"Erza, calm down and relax. There is a chance we can get Lucy back. She finally made contact with one of her spirits. Needing a healing balm for someone." Makarov said.

She felt as her jaw went slack and eyes snapped wide open. Earning a low chuckle from Laxus, who had come to stand beside her.

"Blondie didn't need it for herself. So, that means that she is doing alright, Red. Being herself. But her spirits cannot come to her aide. She was in a fight because of some ass touching her in a rather inappropriate manner," Laxus stated.

This had Erza's eyes narrowing. Someone was besmirching Lucy's honor. She knew for a fact that her friend was untouched. And planned to remain so until she found a husband. Though it was often a topic that she had to quell, as it was no one's business, Lucy did wear skimpy clothing and racy undergarments. Often leading others, even guild members who knew her, to think she was easy.

"Does this mean there is a way to communicate with her? And possibly bring her back?" Erza asked, her voice soft as she tried to keep her hope from getting too high.

"Yes. Yukino is going to be the in between for us," Makarov said. "You are not to tell Natsu and Gray at all though. The last thing I need is a complaint from Sabertooth's Guild Master because they are harassing their celestial mage."

This had Erza's shoulders slumping just a little bit. A small frown on her face at having to keep the knowledge from the rest of the team. But she understood why. Giving a small nod of her head, Erza tensed when she felt Laxus' hand clamp down on her shoulder.

"Red, we will get Lucy back. She is our own precious Nakama. And if you need me, I will be there for you, ``he said softly, with a gentle squeeze of her shoulder before letting it go.

It caused her heart to flutter a little in her chest. Confusing her as she nodded to him and turned and did her best to not run from the room. Her face settling into a grim mask to hide the small bit of elation from the happy news.

Seething was the only way you could describe his current mood. It was supposed to have been so easy. The ritual had gone so perfect. But then that light guild had stumbled into the ruins. Forcing him to send everyone else to distract them. Of course, the fucking idiots would ignore the seemingly weak little blond who had ruined his plans. That blond was now in the world he was trying to summon a strong warrior from. One who once bound to him would make his Dark Guild the number one in all of Fiore, if not Earthland.

He hoped that the blond, who he had later learned was Fairy Tail's own little Celestial Mage, was dead. There was no doubt he'd be out of this place before another month had gone by. Contingency plans had always been his forte. And he did have friends in very high places in the government. The Magic Council held two of them. Another was an advisor to the King himself. And had helped the Princess with her whole 'Eclipse Gate' fiasco. Of course, said person had worked with him on that. Wanting to use the gate to open a portal to another world or time. Not pull the damn dragons into their world and create a catastrophe.

Smiling a thin smile as he watched the guards shove his plate of food through the small slit at the bottom of the cell's bars. He would wait and bide his time. It was a nice little gig he had. A bed, toilet, food, and a bath every other day. There was no rush.

All eyes were on the reflecting pool, watching the scene that was hazier than anything. No real clear images showing through to give them a clue to which world or star cluster their princess had gone to. Each was agitated, especially the Celestial King himself. He knew what that ruin was. But was unable to interfere in the mortal realm for the ramifications it would bring. Though, as Leo narrowed his green eyes as what looked to be a pale green hand moving blond hair from Lucy's face. He wondered just how much the King really knew and wasn't doing a damn thing about.

"Big brother?" Virgo whispered.

Drawing him from his thoughts, he looked at the pink haired spirit. Who had just hours ago transported some celestial healing salve to Lucy? They'd all felt the drain on her reserves. And now they felt the recurring nightmares she was having. It was a secret she had made them promise to keep. Not to tell those in her guild. That she had constant nightmares of all the bad times she had while in Fairy Tail. Her heart had forgiven, her soul accepted. But the mind, well it was a devious thing and wouldn't let it go. Forcing her to relieve each experience in her life over and over while she slept.

But whoever was there with her, touching her, was keeping her calm. Lessening the pain of those dreams. Telling Leo and the others clearly they were a high level psychic.

"It is okay, Virgo. I am just… stressed. Maybe, I will go talk to that cranky lizard. He always had a way to impart an annoying new insight on things," Leo said.

The small smile that Virgo gave him, as well as an impish look, told Leo she knew the other reason he would be going to see the ancient Dragon Constellation. Making him shake his head as he pulled his power to him and vanished from the room, leaving Virgo to stand along and watch the reflecting pool.

A low hiss escaped from his lips as he sat there on his throne. It had not taken much to kill the former ruler, his own half-brother, or his wife. Their son was still young and small. Having only gone through one molting. There was no denying the boy's power. The power he now used at his leisure. It was the strange woman he'd brought back from the ancient's temple that was occupying his thoughts. She occupied most of his thoughts. Called to him. He could feel the power that was hidden deep inside that small, soft, plump, and curvy fleshed body. Even under all that dirt, he could tell she was a beauty amongst beauties.

He wanted her, desired her, and would have her. But even with the cuffs on her wrist, she was more physically stronger than her appearance led them to believe. The way she had formed a golden halo while laying out some of his strongest guards and warriors made his blood sing. He would lay her. As the ruler of the world, he would lay her. Only after he broke her, brought her to heel.

Curling his hands so his manicured nails dug into the flesh of his hands, he hissed. Even now, days later, he could still feel silken like texture of her skin against them. How she had smelled was not like anything on this planet. The way she tensed as he took his right of his new property told him volumes as it laced through her scent. Then when he had touched the large mounds on her chest, the way her scent became sharp, tangy before she had lashed out. It made him want her more.

He could have beaten her, poisoned her easily with his touch. Part of what species of butterfly he was. And it flowed through his body with his blood. He didn't want to harm her, yet. No, instead, he took it out on his nephew and slave. Having used one of his favorite tools, a whip that could become electrified. Oh, he loved to beat his nephew with that. To remind him of his place. It also disabled his wings from working. Then had the boy drug back to his chambers for the girl to see. Listening from down the halls as she cried and whimpered. Was taken to task by the slave that attended his nephew.

Now, he had to be patient. He knew he could use punishing his nephew against the golden-haired, wingless beauty.

TBC