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Something in his head was starting to feel as if it was swelling, wind was rushing past his ear yet his hair wasn't flying through the air. He was moving that much was certain. The sound of laughter and chatter rang around him. A warm feeling bloomed in his chest and slowly he moved his head up.
"Welcome to Fairy Tail my boy!"
Freed's eyes widen with shock. He was in the guild hall, the setting from years in the past. The master had a smile on his old face and one of his hands were out stretched. Soon a small child with shoulder length hair slowly made his way up to the old man. His bangs hid his face but the color of his hair was a dead giveaway.
It was him on the day he first joined the guild.
"You seem so scared!" A voice called out.
Pulling his attention away from the scene before him he saw the shadow demon leaning against a nearby table. Its red eyes trained on younger Freed.
"Look at you! I could practically see the strength that you possess! All the strength that I gave you!" Its red eyes landed on the Freed that was chained to the chair and then he tilted its head to the side, very much like a curious dog. "You think that this is happening to you because you're a good person." It added almost like an afterthought.
"Shut up…" Freed whispered. His head once again bowed.
A smirked formed on the demon's lips, its sharp teeth a bright contrast against its pitch black skin.
"You think that if you go through this then you're being a good person. You think that you can keep it all inside and away from the world around you, as if you can control me. Yet look at you, I already have you where I want you. All I'm doing now is having a bit of fun before I finally set up for the main show." Its laughter rang through the air around it, filled with a sadistic glee.
Jumping around the guild hall, it looked at each member. Then it stopped when it noticed Laxus.
He was smaller than he was in present time, it was only natural, he was just twelve when Freed had joined Fairy Tail.
"Is this the brat that you never stop thinking about? He doesn't look like much." Moving closer it reached out a hand and tangle its fingers through his blonde hair.
The moment that Laxus was touched his eyes widen and glassed over. A mist falling over them. His entire body seem to turn grey as the demon moved closer.
"Don't touch him!" Freed snapped. His head was thrown back and he struggled against the restraints. Fear made his shoulders shake as he began to breathe in short gasps.
"I think this is the one that I'm going to have the most fun with!" It smiled. Its tongue snaked out of its mouth and began to slowly lick Laxus' neck. The sharp teeth it possess grazing at the soft flesh. "Just imagine me ripping his throat out, or tearing his pretty little face off. I bet he is going to taste amazing!" The demon was now practically rutting against Laxus.
Disgust rose at the back of Freed's throat. "Don't touch him you disgusting monster! Never underestimate Laxus Dreyar! Even if you were to take me over then I am sure that he would kill me!" He screamed in anger as the demon smirked in his direction.
"He loves you too much to even think of laying a single hand on you." As it spoke the words its mouth widen and thick saliva dripped from its teeth. Its hands tighten their hold on Laxus' hair and soon its teeth sunk into the blonde's neck.
Freed sat there in shock as bright red blood stained Laxus' shirt. It dripped to the floor making loud splattering noises. Panic gripped at his heart and he struggled against the chains. "Laxus!" He screamed in vain, but all he got in response was a dead look from the boy he loved.
A hard tug forward had him falling to the ground. Hitting his head hard on the floor he pushed back the sharp pain and tried to stop the demon from tearing out Laxus' throat.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, begging for the monster to stop, but all he saw was blood and flesh start to pile on the floor.
"LAXUS!" He screamed one last time, then it all went back.
"You're so weak Freed it shocks me that you were the one to take me from your father." The demon whispered harshly into his ear.
Screaming made his skin grow cold as an all too familiar voice roar out in anger.
"You insolent brat! How many times have I told you to never enter into my private study?" A soft whimpered followed after the harsh words and Freed noticed that he was under a table, his small six year old hands trembling in fear as they came to cover his mouth.
With the help of a small crack in the table cloth, Freed was able to see the scene in the room unfold. His older sister, who looked no older than eight at that time, laid on the floor curled in on herself. A cut on her cheek oozed blood steadily and her eyes slowly opened, they landed on her little brother and with the smallest of movements she shook her head.
The simple act told Freed to not make a sound, to stay under the table and as soon as everything was said and done, to run to his room and not come out for the rest of the night.
"I'm sorry daddy! I didn't mean to come into your study! I lost one of my books and thought that it was in here!" She cried out, tears streamed down her cheeks and washed away the blood from her face. Their father that was looming over her, pulled his lips back in a snarl and swooped down to grab Ana by her hair. Pulling her through the room she screamed in pain and soon he opened the door and threw her out into the hallway. He followed close behind and the door was slammed shut. Leaving Freed under the table frozen in disbelief.
His own tears gather at the corners of his eyes and soon there were too much and they fell down his face.
He was too weak to protect his sister. He was forced to sit back and see her go through yet another beating because of him. There was nothing that he could do to stop it. He didn't have the power to fight against his father.
"Your father was a violent man wasn't he, and not only that, you were forced to watch as he beat your mother to death and sister just because she so happen to lose her book."
The table he was under was flipped into the air and it crashed against the nearest wall.
Freed screamed in fear and brought his knees up to his chest, throwing his arms over his head and rocked back and forth.
"Mommy!" He begged.
He knew that his mother was the only person who would be able to calm him down, to be able to make him feel safe. "Mommy? Why did you leave us? I'm so alone without you!"
A soft laugh sounded behind him and soon after he felt his body begin to change. His bone grew and his muscles ached as he turned back to his present age. Tears of pain, fear, and anger still slid down his face, but he couldn't stop them even if he wanted to. Everything was starting to be too much and he could feel it in his very soul, that the darkness that was slowly consuming him was winning. The demon forced inside him was starting to take control.
Everything around him dissolved in a storm of rain and lightning, strong winds blew back his hair and dried his face. He was once again in the field of white roses, but unnoticed to him a single rose turned red.
"I can feel you slipping away." The monster whispered in his ear.
Wrapping its arms around Freed's neck, it began to make the shadows around its body grow. Slowly they embraced the Rune Mage.
Frozen by some unseen magic, Freed was helpless to fight it.
"No! Stop it!" He ordered.
But his words fell on deaf ears. Another chorus of laughter made his ears ring and the shadow snarled in his ear.
"Whose fault is it that things ended up like this? Coincidence? Another accident? Fate? There's no such thing as fate. It's simply a combination of one circumstance and the next. And who is it that creates those circumstances? Who is it?" The demon waited a moment, enjoying the way the boy in its arms struggled with the sudden realization. "It's you!" he whispered.
Freed broke and let his head fall, the shadows around him consumed him and he was gone.
The cup of tea that she was holding slipped right through her fingers. Her knees grew weak and she fell to the floor.
"Freed! No, this can't be happening!" She whimpered. Her head shot up and she stood back on her feet, running to her brother's bed she looked him over and her hands cupped both sides of his face. Her eyes roamed over his body and she noted that he looked perfectly normal. Nothing was wrong with him. His bandages that had been freshly changed were still white and crisp. The veins that had surrounded his cursed eye had vanished. If no one knew any better they would have thought that he was just sleeping.
Anastasia wasn't a fool. Fear creeped up on her and gripped her heart in a tight squeeze.
Letting go of her brother's face she backed away slowly, as if the softest of noises could wake him.
His eyes began to flutter open and she recoiled in fear when she saw that they were as black as night. A small smiled formed on his lips and he sat up on the bed, combing back his hair, he let his fingers table in his green locks. Turning his head, his black eyes landed on his older sister.
Lips pulling back to form a large sadistic smile revealed his now sharp teeth.
"Hello big sister! Do want to play a game?" Freed asked innocently.
She couldn't find her voice at that moment and all she could do was stare at him with eyes wide with fear. Taking one last step back, Freed took notice and his face turned into an ugly snarl.
Within a blink of an eye he was standing before Anastasia, rage made his pupils glow a bright purple. Veins once again appeared along the side of his face and dark magic came off him in waves.
"I said, if you wanted to play a game? Don't you know it's rude to ignore family?" He spat the words in his face.
She had no time to fight back or to try and speak to him, when suddenly he shoved his entire arm inside her stomach ripping through flesh and organs to only appear on the other side of her body covered in red. Blood rose at the back of her throat and she spit it out. Pain made her vison go white and soon the arm impaling her was ripped out of her.
More blood dripped down her chin and tears mingled with the crimson painting the bottom half of her face.
Freed moved to her side, his back facing the bed. Raising his arms he began to lick away the blood.
Smiling at Anastasia, he said.
"When you see mom and dad again, tell them that their baby boy is all grown up."
Ana fought to stay on her feet, but it didn't last long.
Her brother threw a kick at her, hitting her stomach with such force that he was able to send her flying through the infirmary.
Hitting the wall she created a large creator, another wave of blood spilled out of her mouth and she screamed in agony the moment her back met the wall.
"Freed!" She was able to choke out.
All she got in return was a hysterical laugh and she could only watch, dying, as he walked out of the infirmary. With the devil on his side he was ready to kill everyone in his path. Even if that included his very family.
"He's all grown up…"
