I Hate My Home Arc
The temperature in the Fairy Tail guild hall dropped to near sub-zero as Link participated in a glaring match with his mistresses, except Tina, who was standing to the side with Alicia and Lieselotte. The rest of the Fairy Tail members cleared out as a dark malicious aura filled the room with a suffocating thickness.
Link sighed and folded his arms.
"What did I do this time?" he asked, with a bored expression.
Welveria and Claudette both pointed at Alicia, who flinched. The two glared daggers at the former blonde, who just arched an eyebrow.
"Why didn't you tell us this was Alicia!" they shouted.
Link shrugged, "Oh, I don't know maybe it was because she was in A COMA WHEN WE GOT HERE!"
The two both took a step back in shock at his statement. The fact he had just yelled at them like that made it loud and clear he wasn't kidding. The two looked back at the brunette swordsman who just smile pale and chuckled.
Link smiled before he turned to Alicia.
"When did you wake up?" he asked.
The brunette shrugged.
"Five minutes again, I think." she answered.
The former blonde narrowed his eyes
"How?"
Alicia donned a serious look.
"I'm honestly not sure," she answered, "All I can remember was a endless landscape of darkness, that suddenly began to break down into little black and orange pixels."
Link blinked, black and orange pixels? A phenomenon closely associated with the Twilight Dimension, maybe it could be...no. No, he had a front seat when he witness Midna shatter the Mirror of Twilight, it was impossible that anyone from there could have interfered.
Then again.
Weirder things have and will happen.
"So, you're not so absolutely stupid after all!" A imp voice mocked.
Link spun his heel when the voice resonated in his head. The empty space he saw disappointed him beyond all belief, he wanted her to be back, he wanted it bad. But he knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. His campaign of terror against Zelda and Aldra was his first objective, then he could search to see if Midna was actually back in this world.
"Midna if that is you all I want to say is...I missed you, very much." he thought sadly.
A sudden grunt made interrupted his thought. He turned to see everyone giving him a questioning look.
"What are you thinking about?" Tina asked.
Link smiled when he as he looked away.
"An old friend."
Suddenly the dark auras that Welveria and Claudette previous came back only with much more potency than before. The blonde smirked when he noticed that the auras were directed at him, not like he didn't expect it.
"What kind of old friend? A 'have a affair behind his wives backs' friends'?" They interrogated.
Link's smirk grew.
"Maybe." he answered coyly.
Everyone in the guild gulped and started to sweat bullets as the malicious auras filled the room. Welveria's fury was particularly pretty potent, likely because she had enough angry for two. Although, despite her rage the guild members also found themselves sweat-dropping as well since it was such a jealous fury. All the males dropped to their knees and began to pray.
"Please god have mercy on our souls, if we ever have pregnant women watch over our children, Amen." They prayed.
"We've had enough of this," The enraged women shouted, "Every time its the same damn thing, DIE!"
The room was now overflowing with their displeasure, which only made Link smirk even more. This was exactly what he wanted. A joint of excitement shot through his body as their enraged tones graced his ears.
"OH YEAH! I want more! This is fun." He thought.
"I want sex, its been a while anyways." His body was saying.
Link found it kinda odd that his body was talking to him, but he didn't really care.
"You sick bastard! Your mind and body are sick. Oh, how I envy, how about you changes places with me and I'll take your punishment instead." Brone said materializing next to the former blonde.
Link glared at him.
"HELL NO! This the best part of my day." he replied.
Brone cocked his head to the side.
"...really? Weirdo."
Link scoffed.
"You're a immortal virgin, who are you to judge?"
The god glared at him with his constricted pupils.
"THAT IS IT!" the god shouted.
He looked at Welveria and Claudette who were completely unaware of his presence, since he only people who reach a certain criteria can see him. One has to both see death and nearly experience it. His eyes turned a piercing blue color.
"Soothe." he said in a calm voice.
Link arched an eyebrow as he did this. His eyes soon widened when the malicious aura that had the room in a stranglehold was now completely gone, and replaced with...tranquility. The very opposite of what he wanted. He wanted the harsh, cold, malicious aura he just had. To make matters worse, Claudette and Welveria now had looks of pure peace and harmony on their faces.
The former blonde dropped to his knees.
"NOOOOOO! I want my punishment! BRONE, YOU SICK BASTARD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" he cried.
The god laughed at him, he held his side he was laughing so much.
"Start barking Dog! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" he mocked.
"FUCK YOU!" Link shouted.
Everyone on the room sweat-dropped at this. The fact was that Link was talking to Brone, but no one else in the room could see him, so it looked like Link was yelling at nothing.
The god laughed,
"You're such a loser! You just shouted that out-loud, now everyone thinks you're crazy. Score: Brone-2, Link-1." he mocked.
The former blonde glared at the gloating deity, before sighing and walking towards Alicia. He knew what he needed to do, there was no way that his mistresses would let this go. This had to work.
The brunette arched an eyebrow.
"Link what are-" She started before she was silence by Link roughly smashing his lips against hers.
The entire guild gasped and prepared themselves for the destruction sure to ensue. Link on the other hand opened one red eye to look at Welveria's and Claudette's reactions.
"Come on, this has to work." he thought.
But alas, his attempts became meaningless. They were too engrossed by their 'soothed' states to notice, let alone care about his attempts to arouse their anger.
Link mentally cursed.
"Damn you Brone!"
In the background said deity was laughing harder than ever. His chest heaved up and down as he futilely tried to catch his breath, not like he needed to breath. He only did so out of habit, breathing was no longer a necessity for him.
"Brone-3, Link-2, hahahahaha. Now I see why I revived you...other than the obvious. No one calls me an immortal virgin! NOBODY! That is like calling Lieselotte flat chested." he said snidely.
A certain witch's eyes perked up at those last two words. She looked all around while Brone watched, puzzled. Had she heard him? No matter, she may have heard him but she still can't see him. The great god sighed with relief at the thought, until the unthinkable happened.
She looked at him, in the eyes.
"She can see me?" the god wondered before he started to think back, "Oh, yeah, she was tortured to states close to and beyond death. She has also killed countless people as well. She can see."
He gulped.
"I'm stronger than her, but I don't feel like dealing with her." he stated lazily.
Lieselotte shot him a sadistic smile before she approached him.
"It doesn't matter if you're immortal or not. Let's have fun! I want to experience what people call sex!" she declared.
Brone shot her a bored look in response.
"Oh, hell no! I don't like flat chested lolis! Go find a babysit-HOLY FOGHORN BATMAN! Eu is a flat chested loli...huh, go figure."
The witch narrowed her eyes and began to build up a monstrous amount of magical power, so much that everyone around her shuttered from the radiation. Brone, however, was completely unimpressed. In fact he even mocked a yawn.
"HA! As if your magic could harm me!" Brone scoffed.
The witch adopted a sadistic smile on her face as the magic began to shape into a perfect sphere. It cracked with purple lightning, as a dull white light appeared on the outline of it. Despite its size, which was equal to a bowling ball, it radiated massive power.
"This won't harm you, oh no." she stated, "It will harm all the souls inside of you though. I know that your stomach is Hell."
the god rolled his eyes at those words.
"Go ahead, I don't give a shit about the souls inside me." he stated, uncaring.
Lieselotte's smirk grew as the ball began to release a much more powerful aura than before. The previous aura was only suffocating, this one was crushing! Brone arched an eyebrow.
"Oh really, that isn't what I heard. They say you feel hungry when you need souls, so you do give a shit about them." she deducted.
The god narrowed his eyes sharply.
"Careful witch, we both know you tried to destroy the world," he said, bringing that memory up again, "I have every right to consume your soul as punishment. I wonder..."
Brone licked his lips with desire.
"I can imagine the taste of your soul. The magic power would make your soul much more...satisfying than the other worthless souls I've collected." he finished.
The witch placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes.
"You're bluffing! I'm immortal so you can't consume my soul." she stated.
Brone tried his best to look threatening, but his attempts were futile under the witch's gaze. He exhaled looked away shamefully.
"Damn! I need to work on my bluffing. My lying is spectacular but my bluffing sucks." he admitted.
The god smiled coyly, "Bye."
Then he was gone, leaving the witch by herself. Lieselotte cursed his name before she turned to see that Link, his mistresses, and even Alicia was gone. The witch sighed.
"Damn, I'm going to be a virgin forever." she cursed.
"Join the club." Brone added.
However, the witch didn't expect her words to caught the ears of the local lolicons, most of which were in Fairy Tail. They all got up, as a stars shined in their eyes. Lieselotte blinked when she was suddenly surrounded by a group of strange men...and a few women.
"She is so PURE!" they shouted in unison, "WE MUST PROTECT HER INNOCENE! FROM NOW ON WE FOLLOW THE ORDERS OF OUR NEW MASTER WITHOUT QUESTION! ALL HAIL LIESELOTTE!"
Lieselotte blinked before she began to smiled with evil intent, at this time Alicia had reentered the room to see a group of people bowing down to Lieselotte. The brunette sweat-dropped.
"Dear god, I hope this doesn't go to her head." she stated.
A few hours later
Alicia facepalmed as she watched the H.K.L or Holy Knights of Lieselotte construct a massive building that would serve as their headquarters. In the matter of a few hours the H.K.L had accumulated about 200 members.
"Oh my god Lieselotte." she thought.
Said witch was overseeing the construction as she laughed manically. Although, when one of the members looked at her she donned a innocent look on her face, she even blushed to make it look convincing.
"Please hurry up." she commanded sweetly.
"OF COURSE MISTRESS!" the H.K.L members shouted.
Alicia facepalmed harder.
"It went to her head."
At the same time
Link and his mistresses were now at a lot that sells carriages. They had all 'agreed' on going home by carriage, and by agreed they had used the guilt trip on Link to make him agree. Link originally wanted to go home by opening a portal with Erstwhile. He was stopped when they pulled the guilt trip on him about him never spending time with him. A dirty trick.
Link sighed,
"All right, you ladies can pick out the carriage. It has to follow my title as Overlord of course."
Tina's hand shot up in the air.
"No they're not seahorses."
The hand when back down.
"How about this one?" Claudette asked.
The former blonde sweat-dropped when he saw the carriage she was referring to. It was pink, was drawn by single-horned white horses called Unicorns, and had a rainbow in the background. Claudette blushed.
"Its super cute." she stated.
Link deadpanned.
"Um, how can I put this nicely?...no." he replied, "This doesn't fit my status as Overlord, also I didn't even know Unicorns were real. Try again."
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING!?" he heard TW shout.
"Indeed, it looks like a Unicorn threw up all over it." Ocot added.
"It isn't that bad," Fierce added, "It's worse."
"Aye," They all agreed.
The former nodded his head, slowly for additional agreement. A low whistle caught his attention. He turned to see Welveria gesturing to another carriage, and this one didn't have unicorns. This carriage was painted a night black, posses a silver frame, and bat emblems on the sides. The carriage was drawn by Black Shire horses. The entire thing gave off a eerie feeling, one that was common in horror stories. The kind that crept up like the first frosts of winter.
"This would fit your image." Welveria said, "All you need to do is make the horses flaming skeletons and it will look perfect."
Link tapped his chin in thought and pondered the possible consequences. Let's see here; flaming, skeletal horses. Cool? Yes. Subtle? No.
"Um, maybe not. As much as it would fit my status as Overlord, it would draw way too much attention. Try again please."
The narrowed her eyes at his rejection. The former blonde sweat-dropped when she began to grumble something.
"Um, Link?" the voice of Tina said.
The former blonde turned.
"How about this one?" She said pointing the another carriage.
Link sighed when he turned to see the carriage she was referring to. He half-expected the carriage to be either totally irrelevant, or just plain weird. He was fairy surprised to see a normal, simple-looking, modest carriage, it was completely brown, save for the emerald green metal frame. The horses were of the Andalusian breed for some reason, since Andalusian are typical held as a war and athletic breed.
"Simple and good-looking. Okay, good job Tina." he said as he pecked on the cheek much to the ire of the other women around.
"Alright, let's go."
Meanwhile
The crowned Queen of Hyrule was sitting in her room in front of her mirror. The sovereign poked and prodded her face, something was wrong it seemed. Although, she was still young no older than twenty seven, her face looked like she was thirty nine. She was developing bags under her eyes and she had countless wrinkles in her face.
Her eyes narrowed as the wrinkles started to vanish from her face, as a result of some tonic she received for this little problem.
"Brone...what did you do?" she thought.
Suddenly there was a knock at her door, she sighed.
"Come in." she said.
Just then a solider stumbled in. Zelda arched an eyebrow when she saw his appearance. He was a young man, no more than early twenties. He was bruised and his armor was splattered with blood as was rest of his body. His armor looks like it just been torn as if it were a piece of paper.
"What happened?" the queen asked.
The solider panted.
"I-I'm s-sure." he stammered, "One moment we were just walking to the ship, the next thing we know we're attacked by a strange force.
The eyebrow arched higher.
"A strange force? What kind of strange force?" she questioned.
The solider shook his head.
"I...I don't know, it was like it was invisible. We were just walking then sudden Captain Javo's head just fell off like it had been cut by a sword." he explained.
Zelda stroked her chin.
"Did you see anything?"
The solider nodded grimly.
"They could have killed me, but they left me alive. After everyone was slaughtered, that was when I got to see what did it. They were humanoids varying in height like humans, but they were all bigger than everyone in the company. They wore light, black armor with metal plates. They wore gauntlets, shin guards, and the feature I remember the most was their masks. They wore faceless silver masks that possessed a visor that shined like a light in the dark."
Zelda shook her head. No local creature matched that description.
"I've never heard of such a creature. We don't have creatures with invisibility here." she deducted.
The soldier's gaze steeled as he pulled a feather out of his pocket. A nightingale feather to be exact. Zelda's eyes widened when she noticed that it sparkled like a gem in the light.
"Nightingales!" she thought terrified.
Suddenly the solider fell to the ground, his body convulsing like he was having a seizure. Zelda watched with horror as the young man's skin turned a pale blue, and he shook violently.
"My goddesses." was Zelda's only thought, "The feathers! Their poisonous!"
At that moment a white foam started to secrete out of the man's mouth. The white foam looked a lot likes rabies, which would probably be better fate than this. The convulsing, foaming, and finally the black liquid leaking out his eyes, nose, and mouth were the very personifications of death.
The solider gave her one last pleading look, as his tears of black leaked onto the floor.
"Please help me." he pleaded.
Zelda gave him a expressionless look.
"No."
Then the solder's hand dropped to the ground and he didn't move. Zelda sighed and was just about to call the guards to pick the mess in front of her when a black mist appeared in the room. She narrowed her eyes as the mist surrounded the body on the ground.
"What is this?"
Suddenly a shadow appeared right on top of the body. Zelda's eyes widened as the body disappeared and was replaced with a strange being. The being was wearing light, black armor with silver plates that shined in orange light of a candle. The being wore silver gauntlets, shin guards, and boots. Although, the two things that really caught her eye. The first was the black mask it was wearing, a featureless canvas painted only with a red visor, that seemed to be looking into her very soul. The second were the black wings growing from the back.
The being materialized a sword. The sword was completely straight, but instead of ending like a normal straight sword, it was a diagonal point. It looked like the tip had been cut off diagonally. It was also double-edged.
"What are you?" Zelda asked.
The being stood there like a monolith, much to Zelda's dismay.
"You will know our anger." it said suddenly before disappearing in a black wisp.
Meanwhile
Aldra smiled as she polished one of her amber statues. A collection she had managed to amass over the years due to her desire to rule as queen, as well as eliminate any potential threats. All these statues were more than mere decorations, they were captured warriors who dared challenge her. The poor fools will now last for a eternity as a mere mass of solid amber.
"Beautiful aren't they? And that is why they are better off statues." she said as if they could talk back.
Her eyes moved to look at the statues face. It was a man. But just any man, it was Owen, the husband of Cattleya. He brought this fate upon himself, but that wasn't important, nor did Aldra care or specific.
"I was wondering when you show up Irma." the queen said suddenly.
Just then Irma appeared out of no where. She knelt with respect and obedience to her queen.
"What do you require?" the assassin asked.
Aldra smirked.
"A good question, follow me." she said as she opened a black door.
The corridor was dark, not a ray of light shined through. Irma narrowed her eyes as they adjusted the the darkness around her.
"Follow me." she heard Aldra say.
Not like she had a choice. She honestly had no idea where she was, she had never been in this room before. She sighed as she just followed the smaller footsteps of her queen. As the two walked down the corridor the hallway seemed to stretch itself, as if it was trying to get away from the two.
"What the?" Irma thought.
Then a sudden noise made her turn. She spun on her heel to see a old lady sitting in a rocking chair petting a cat, which was very...out of place. Irma found it strange that there was a old lady down here, and that a light was mysteriously shining above her.
"Tell me dearie, do you like cats?" the old woman asked.
Irma's eyes narrowed before nodding. The old woman laughed.
"Well...so...do...I." she strained, before she suddenly bit the head off the cat.
Irma watched with horror at the scene. The old lady seemed to pick up on this and laughed at her, before leaning over to pick up a basket of kittens. They all meowed innocently as the women held them out towards Irma.
"Well? You said you like cats, go ahead...have a bite."
The assassin shook her head and was about to flee.
"IRMA!" a sudden voice stopped her.
The tanned skin women turned to see Aldra giving her a scolding look.
"Calm down. This is just the aura of the Beserker, nothing you see is real." she explained, "Come on."
Aldra pushed the door open to reveal a cornucopia of occult items. There were all sorts of pentagrams draw on the walls, floor, and even the ceiling. They were either painted in black or red, and varied in side, ranging from very small to taking up the entire wall. There were also medallions and pendents hanging from the ceiling, made from all sorts of less-than-average materials. Although the most significant thing in the room was open black coffin in the middle of the room, as well as a large pentagram on the floor.
"What is this?" Irma asked.
Aldra smirked as she walked towards the coffin.
"This is my most powerful servant. This is Lancelot of Lake, the Beserker."
The queen's gaze looked down to see a being clad in a black armor that had a black smoke emanating from it. The beings face was covered.
"Lancelot!" Irma cried, "But he died...didn't he?"
Aldra sighed.
"You're right, he was dead. He came back in a rather mysterious way. When we found him he was in a savage rage, and he was grumbling the letters 'l' and 's'. I'm not sure what that means though."
Irma looked away.
"Now for your assignment," the white haired queen said, "You're job is to keep an eye on the Overlord."
Meanwhile
The forest was unusually silent on the roads. Not a bird was chirping, no leaves were shaking, no nature sounds at all. There was only silence. But to hidden well in the brush and the trees was a secret. A convoy of Elves were stationed in the trees roadside. A few archers narrowed their eyes as the sound of wheels rolling over dirt and horses caught their ears. They readied their bows as their fellow elves below moved silently through the brush to get closer to the road.
"This ends now...Overlord!" A dark skinned elf thought.
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This what a Nightingale can do.
Name: Nightingale
Class: Undead
Sub-Class: Corporal Spirit
Height: Varies
Weight: Varies
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: n/a
Skin Color: n/a
Lifespan: Eternal
Threat Level: Extreme
Origin:
They are birthed from the fear and dread of a person when they die. They are born if a death is angonizing, horrifying, or curel in anyway. They now follow the orders of their master; Brone, without question. Skilled assassins and theives they are the speical forces of Brone's army. The Nightingales now seek to spread the pain they felt while dying to others. They despise living beings, speficially humans, mainly because of envy.
Traits:
*Most Nightingales are mute, so they are incapable of speech. However, there are some who are capable of speaking, usually high-ranking or they had died from the poison of the Nightingale's feathers.
*Their visors shine in the dark
*They give off a strange smoke while in sunlight
Powers:
Supernatural Strength- They can kill a human a single strike, easily ripping through the armor of their target.
Supernatural Speed- They can move very quick, so quick they become black blurs.
Supernatural Stamina- Since they are dead they never run out of energy.
Supernatural Durability- They are capable of surviving multiple stabs to their bodies inculding their heads.
Invisibility- They can turn invisible at will.
Intangibility- They can phase through solid objects.
Inaudibility- "The dead make no sound."
Teleportation- They can teleport at immese distances (miles). When they teleport it appears as a black wisp.
Flight- They have wings.
Poisonous Feathers- Their feathers possess a extremly lethal toxin in the brushels. This toxic is only lethal to living beings, but it will always kill since there is no cure for it.
Feather Projectiles- They can launch their feathers at their opponents.
Soul Sight- They can see the souls/spirits/energy of others.
Shape-shifting- They are capable of changing their shape. They can take the shape of an actual nightingale, a crow, a raven, a vulture, a swarm of rats, a mass of spiders, and a scarecrow.
Illusion Casting- Powerful illusion casters. They can form extremely powerful illusions that are capable of physically harming the victim. Although, they mainly use this to make clones of themselves.
Master Assassin Skills- They have a innate hatred for the living. They will happily take the lives of others using the new skills they have attained in death. They are now deadly masterful assassins.
Revival- If a Nightingale is slayed they will eventually return, since they too vengeful.
Weaknesses:
Water- Water is lethal to them. Water purifies their exsistence and causes them to dissolve upon contact.
Silver- Silver is capable of harming them. This is one of the only materials that are man-made that can harm them. They are immune to conventional weaponry.
Holy Places- They can't enter any holy establishment.
Magic Weapon- A magic weapon is also capable of harming them. The magic is capable of bypassing their intangibility and thus harming them. However, a Nighting is more than capable of absorping the power.
Heat- Not a actually weakness, but they detest heat.
Sunlight- They hate sunlight and will never step in it unless ordered to. The sunlight causes them discomfort.