Author's Note: Yo! Been a bit I know but oh well, update! Time for Logia to have some fun and I hope everyone will enjoy to the max! Don't forget to leave a review or comment about what you think!
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She continued to stare at the Chairman, Gran Doma, as the rest of the Council chamber grew eerily quiet as tensions seemed to rise. She could see some of the councilmembers beginning to shuffle nervously just by looking at her … and they couldn't even feel her power yet since she had it completely repressed. After five minutes of awkward silence the Chairman cleared his throat to begin the proceedings.
"Diana Venatrix …" he started in a rather self-embellished tone. "… You have been summoned today by the Council for testing to see if you are worthy of the title, Wizard Saint. Do you understand this?"
She nodded slowly without breaking eye contact.
"Very good … now, do you understand the responsibilities that come with being amongst the ranks of the Saints?" he continued.
"I do. The Saints are the individuals who have been recognized by the Council for their prowess in the arts of magic as well as for being adept role models to the current and beginning mage generations."
"Good," Doma said with a stern nod. "As a Saint you will represent not only the Council but the mage population of Fiore and beyond, as being counted amongst the strongest. On another side, you will also be one of the mages contacted by the Council for specialized missions and emergency requests. Do this concern you in any way?"
"I only wish to know if these missions will be regulated under heavy classification or if I am allowed to bring non-Saint mages along with me if I deem the support necessary?" Logia asked evenly.
"Depending on the mission and sensitivity of the information will determine if you can bring supports that are not counted amongst the Saints," Doma answered. "Any other concerns or questions you wish to ask before we procced?"
She shook her head, waiting for the Chairman continued. With that he went onto an entire, hour-long ramble about the Saints and honor that is being offered to her. At times she had to look away and instead focus on Mira, the devil making the most discreet funny faces and shenanigans to keep her awake lest she start napping on the podium. She also scanned around the room and looking at some of the Saints gathered. Aside from Jura and the three Heavenly Kings present, she couldn't really name the others … not that their power was even noteworthy.
After Doma finished his little ego trip he looked back at her, donning a serious gaze once again. She knew what was coming next and was honestly a little nervous about what she was about to do. Her heart was starting to speed up and she felt jittery, her inner dragon gunning at the idea of not only facing strong opponents but putting them in their place. Oh she was going to enjoy this and her little smirk showed it.
"Now then, Diana Venatrix. As a Saint candidate you will have to face off against a current Saint a pass the Council's standards to be accepted. Know that it does necessarily mean you must come out the victor, only that you display you prowess in the use of magic," Doma said while seeming to puff out his chest.
'You mean try and show every trick I got so you can record it and study it,' she thought but kept her little smirk as she waited for the words she needed to here.
"So, the Council has deemed you worthy of facing the sixth rank …"
"Excuse me," she interrupted in a soft voice while raising her hand like a kid in class. "… But I already had the rank and opponents in mind."
This got her some incredulous looks from the councilmembers, some probably flabbergasted that she had the gall to interrupt the Chairman while others were probably wondering who she had planned for.
"Oh? And whom might that be?" Doma asked with a quirked eyebrow, looking more amused than anything.
"I wish to fight for the position of first ranked Wizard Saint," she answered with a sweet smile.
Silence … everyone looked at her as if she'd grown a second head. She even saw master Makarov face-palming out of the corner of her eye while Mira suppressed a set of giggles. She remained standing there, looking as innocent as ever while she waited for the Council to get over the shock … sadly her least favorite person was the first to do it.
"What!?" Michello practically roared as he fumed at her. "You dare to come here and demand the First rank when we were already gracious enough to offer you a position!?"
"Yep," she chirped happily before frowning. "But it doesn't look like he's even here."
"This is exactly why I went against the decision to make this offer! Fairy Tail is nothing but a band of barbarians that should have been disbanded ages ago!" he continued while slamming his hand on the table before him.
"And those barbarians have saved your hide time and time again," she shot back with a steely glare, making the angry little man flinch. She then looked at the still silent Chairman before continuing. "I challenge God Serena but since he isn't here then I'll go with the next best thing … I'll face both the Second and Third Rank Wizard Saints at the same time."
That got gasps out of practically everyone in the room and Mira this time did laugh but quickly reigned it in.
"And why would we agree to such an act?" Doma asked. "Though it is amusing that you would challenge one of the Heavenly Kings, you have given us no reason to consider it, let alone remain with the offer for you."
"Simple, deny my challenge and that means you admit that I'm stronger than your Saints," she replied with an even tone. "Your strongest isn't here to speak for himself? Then when he shows up again I'll be waiting for him and he can try to retake his precious title. As for why challenge the Second and Third? To knock them off their little pedestals. As for the reasons that I could give you that benefit you, there are a few. As a Saint I can crack down on Fairy Tail's destructive tendencies for the Council and you all gain my strength. I've already helped save hundreds of the mages in this country from the Dragon Invasion and have the respect of most of them. I can help the people regain trust in the Council as well as work closely with other guilds. Anything else?"
Doma started to stroke his beard as he looked at her critically, searching for any deceit in her words but it looked like she found none. He then glanced back to the Saints sitting farther behind him, some murmuring amongst themselves. After a few moments he turned back to her.
"Very well … should you defeat the Second and Third, then the Council shall name you the First Rank Saint and the first Heavenly Queen of Ishgar," he said in a monotone voice.
"What!? You can't be serious, Chairman!" Michello shouted along with a few others.
They continued to bicker back and forth for a few moments until one strong and rather courteous voice rang out.
"Enough …"
All eyes turned to the speaker, some beginning to sweat at realizing who it was. None other than Hyperion himself, the Second Rank Saint had spoken while standing from his seat. His clothing was rather cliché in Logia's opinion, resembling that wardrobe of every vampire count she's seen in horror novels. White buttoned shirt, bow tie, a sort of sweater over it that had long sleeves, a high collared cape, and pristine pants. Let's not forget the glass of mystery liquid, since it didn't smell like blood or wine, in one hand and a rather well kept mustache. The only thing different about him was the tattooed cross on his forehead resting just above his left eye.
His eyes were fixed on her, studying her while doing remarkably well at hiding his thoughts. She looked back at him, smirking even more as she compared him to Damian. 'So a human who succeeded at obtaining some vampire magic. I can see why he would be considered one of the strongest but that cross … it must be a seal to maintain control of his powers otherwise he could become a real vampire. But still, if that doesn't happen, then he'll never have the true powers of one either,' she thought as she waited for him to speak again.
"If she wishes to face us then I shall answer," Hyperion continued before glancing at the Third, Wolfheim.
The little man glanced back at him before nodding as he stood as well. He was dressed in a simple black, long sleeved shirt with a white vest over it, small glasses, a round, beanie hat of sorts, pocka-dotted pants that stopped above the ankles, and simple penny loafers. 'Well … he really looks like an old timer … and this scent. Another Take-Over mage, should be fun,' she thought as Wolfheim threw in his two cents.
"Though I'm not excited at the prospect of this fight, I do agree that should she defeat us, she should be the First until Serena gets back from wherever the hell he is," the little man said.
All eyes returned to the Chairman and his eyes fell on Logia, neither backing down as they looked at each other. After a few moments of silence Doma finally spoke.
"Very well … we shall have this match … immediately!" he boomed as several teleportation circles formed under the feet of those present.
Logia closed her eyes before the blinding flash associated with this type of teleportation could flare up. After a few second she felt solid ground beneath her again along with the sound of wind blowing so she opened her eyes to have a look around. She was now standing near the center of a large arena, similar to that of the Grand Magic Games but a little smaller. She couldn't recognize the scent of the area so she memorized it to track it down later on before looking across from her to see Hyperion and Wolfheim standing beside each other and looking intently at her.
She glanced around to spot the councilmembers in a booth overlooking them and the Saints present gathered in the other rows of seats. Mira and Makarov were seated closest to the arena, both giving her a thumbs up as she smiled back before returning her attention to her opponents.
"Whenever you're ready," she said in her usually soft voice even though her face and posture was now that of one prepared to fight.
"Very well," Hyperion said with a nod before glancing at Wolfheim.
"It seems I'll be first," the Take-Over mage said as he started to walk forward while changing.
He grew from being a little over three feet to standing at nearly twelve, his body beginning to get covered in some form of scales reminding Logia of Elfman's Lizardman. Broad body with more ape like proportions, scaled from head to toe with a very hairy head and large teeth overlapping his lips. Not to mention he was kind of smelly, making Logia's nose scrunch up while looking at the unknown creature.
"So … is that come kind of fusion Take-Over? I don't recognize the species otherwise," she said as the beastly man lumbered towards her.
"A very keen eye," he replied in a deeper and more feral voice. "Yes … several creatures in fact."
"So you aren't going to go and gloat about it?" she asked innocently.
"Ha! And give it away while also allowing you to plan around it? Not likely," he replied with the beast's equivalent of a chuckle.
"Boo …" she replied with a pout. "… I'm curious now," she added while trying to look adorable. 'That and I need more information on Take-Over magic so I'm getting my answers.'
"Perhaps if you defeat me I can talk about it over tea," Wolfheim offered with a small smirk.
"Deal," she replied with a smirk of her own. 'Now … let's see what he's got …'
They stared off at each other for a few seconds, Wolfheim now flaring his substantial magical power in an effort to shake her up but she didn't even wince at it, her own power still suppressed completely. Nearly a minute passed before Wolfheim lunged forward in an impressive speed for the body he had. 'This is going to hurt,' she thought as she took his hook straight on, getting nailed across the cheek before her body was sent careening back. 'Yep … definitely hits as hard a Damian,' she thought as she allowed the dust to clear before she pulled herself out of the wall she was lodged in.
She had a small bruise forming but that didn't stop her from smirking as she leisurely walked back towards Wolfheim that looked a little unnerved that she'd taken such a hit and barely shrugged at it. She then approached until she was around ten or so meters from him before stopping and looking at him with a mischievous eye.
"Not bad," she commented, hopping to egg him on.
"Playing tough are you?" he asked in a slightly irritated tone. "I know that hit did more than you're letting on."
"Shows what you know," she taunted while placing a hand on her hip. "So are you going to actually hit me or is love taps your specialty?'
That got the reaction she wanted as he snarled before barreling at her. He jumped the last few meters and tried to bring down his fists together on top of her. She brought her hands up and caught his fists together, her knees slightly bending under the immense force he used but that was all as she stopped the attack. He looked at her with wide eyes, disbelief in them while she smiled back before gripping his hands above her. He winced as her fingers dug into his hands before trying to pull away … but it was pointless.
She held him for a few more seconds before she spun on her heel while pulling his massive body along and tossed him away like a rag doll. He tumbled along the arena floor for several meters before finally pulling to a stop and then glaring back at her.
"Is that all?" she asked with a smile. "Come on, I haven't even tried to use magic yet."
"Just what are you?" he asked in obvious contempt while flexing his hands, clear bruises forming where she held him.
"And here I thought you were all paying attention to the games," she sighed as she looked at him. "Fine I'll tell you … I'm a dragon."
"A slayer!?" he shouted in surprise before looking at the Council booth. "And none of you informed us!?"
"Is that their responsibility?" Logia cut in as he looked at her again. "Oh, and I'm not a slayer, thank you very much."
"What do you mean?" he asked with narrowing eyes.
"I already told you," she answered as she walked towards him. "I'm a dragon or more specifically a Dragon Knight."
"And what does that do?" he asked as he started to look uneasy as she got closer.
"Not telling," she shot back at him. 'Now I'm going to show them why I once earned the title, Dragon of Apocalypse.'
She looked at him in the eyes before she rushed forward, closing the distance in a fraction of a second until she was directly in front of him. He barely registered her before she drove an uppercut with her left fist into his gut, making him double over while coughing up some blood but she wasn't done with him. She kept the strike going to launch him straight up into the air above her, the spectators gasping at the sight. She then jumped after him, appearing right above him as his body tilted in the air so that he was facing the sky.
"Good night … Vector Piston," she said before she threw a right cross, straight at his cheek with a little boost from her Vector, launching Wolfheim straight at the ground.
He impacted the arena floor with a resounding crash, the building slightly shaking from the force of the hit as his body formed a rather large crater. She landed at the edge of the crater and looked at his body, back to his regular form, in the center. His eyes had rolled back into his head and he had a small trickle of blood escaping his mouth but his breathing was even. 'Clean knock out,' she thought happily as she then turned to look at Hyperion, the vampire mage looking at her with wide eyes.
"So Hyperion, feel like surrendering?" she asked as she walked towards him.
His eyes hardened at the suggestion but he made no move to approach her, probably thinking on how he could inflict damage before she attacked herself.
"You can't beat me," she said softly as she slightly frowned. "That was the point of this … to show you that just because you reached the peak once doesn't mean others can't surpass you. I suffered from that dilemma personally."
"And now you are the one being arrogant," he snapped back with a hint of venom. "You think you're invincible and now wish to crush those others that you deemed weak!"
"Not in the slightest," she replied as she stopped a few meters away from him. "I know I'm not the strongest right now … there are others that if I faced them right now, I would die. That is why I still train and push myself to my limits, because I need to be strong enough to face those beings and protect those I care about."
Hyperion didn't say anything to that, simply glaring at her while raising his magical output to the point the ground beneath him was beginning to fracture. Logia glanced to the stands to see several of those watching beginning to sweat and breathe harder at the display of power of the Second ranked Saint. Only she and Mira gave no indication of being bothered by this power around them which only made her smirk. 'Maybe Mira should be fighting for a position is the Saints too since she could definitely have matched Wolfheim,' she thought with a slight chuckle before focusing again on Hyperion.
"I've decided …" she started in a hardening tone as her eyes shifted to their predatory, draconic form. "… I will make you surrender."
"You wish!" Hyperion snapped, finally losing the last of his cool as he tossed the glass in his hand aside.
He rushed forward with a raised fist, a faint red aura encompassing it. Logia simply watched as he threw the punch straight at her face, in the same spot that Wolfheim first struck but unlike last time, she resisted the hit. Hyperion's fist slammed into her cheek with an explosion of raw magic power that could have easily downed a regular S-class mage, possibly even killed but she was not subject to such results. The dust cleared to reveal her in the exact same position, his fist still making contact with her cheek but now there were small black scales covering it. Hyperion's fist began to tremble as he looked at her in shock, the slightest trickle of blood seeping from between her cheek and his knuckle.
"I-Impossible …" he stuttered as he stepped back while looking at his now busted knuckle.
"Dragon scales," she said softly as the scales on her cheek reverted back to her regular, almond shaded skin, her previous bruise from Wolfheim already healed. "Only a slayer's magic can hope to scratch them and you lack the physical strength to even push me back."
He tried to say something else but words failed him as he looked at her, his entire arm trembling from the strain it was just put through. She could see the fear in his eyes, a man once believing himself as one of the strongest now brushed aside like a leaf before a storm. 'Now it's time,' she thought as she stopped suppressing her magical power. In that instant the area around her fracture and began to crumble as little pebbles and debris started to float in the air as Hyperion stumbled back from the sheer force of her release. Her tattoos pulsed with her Chaos Dragon magic as her frame was surrounded in a lighter blue glow. She allowed a deep growl to escape her as she barred her fangs at the trembling mage.
She started to step towards him, her output increasing by the second as the floor around her was ripped apart in her mere presence. After a few seconds Hyperion's knees buckled as he looked up at her, his heart hammering away as sweat gathered on his brow. The mage that fancied himself a vampire was now just a piece of meat before a true predator … before a dragon. Then, his eyes widened even more as he seemed to look above her, his entire body now trembling.
"B-Black … D-Dragon …" he whispered in horror, his eyes now shaking with every ounce of confidence he once had shattered under her gaze. "… I … I su-surren-der …"
Once he spoke the words she immediately cut off her magical pressure, suppressing it once again as her eyes returned to their regular silver. She took a step back to allow him some breathing room, knowing that her presence alone now would be enough to terrify either of the strongest Saints.
"So … what will it be Chairman?" she asked to the councilmembers in their booth, several of which still had their jaws hitting the floor.
She glanced around and could see the other Saints sweating bullets as well while Jura had the smuggest little smirk on him. She smiled at him before looking at Mira and Makarov, both grinning at her to which she grinned back before looked expectantly at the Chairman. He caught the look and cleared his throat as he stood up from his seat and approached the railing to speak.
"Diana Venatrix … from this day henceforward, you are declared the first Heavenly Queen of Ishgar and the First Rank Wizard Saint!" he announced to some cheering from Mira, Makarov, and even Jura while the others just nervously clapped.
"Thank you and it is an honor," she replied with a polite bow before another magic circle formed beneath them to teleport them back to the hearing chamber.
After the light faded she was back in the chamber but now Mira was standing beside her. She looked around to see the councilmembers back in their seats but now master Makarov was at the podium. He glanced back at them with a little smirk before speaking.
"You two go and meet with the head designer for the Saints, she'll be somewhere on the second level. I have some little tidbits to work out since I'm the master and then you'll be sworn in, Diana."
"Ok," the girls said together before stepping out of the room.
Once the door was closed and they walked a few stepped Mira suddenly pushed her against the wall. Logia was about to ask what was wrong but was quickly silence by Mira thanks to a heated kiss. Logia couldn't do much more than moan into it as Mira's tongue took charge along with the occasional bite, Mira's fangs gingerly grazing Logia's lips. She then felt Mira's knee sliding up between her legs, making Logia instinctually start to grind on it. The intense make-out lasted for a few minutes before Mira pulled back, both gasping for air as they looked at each other.
"Do you have any idea how much I wanted to do that after seeing you take charge like that?" Mira asked in a husky voice as she leaned close enough for their lips to nearly touch again.
"I wouldn't mind a reminder," she purred back before trying to kiss Mira again but the sexy devil pulled back out of reach earning a whine from the horny dragon.
"Master gave us instructions so you'll just have to wait until we get home," Mira teased as she grabbed Logia's hand and they started searching for some stairs to get to the second floor.
'Oh I'll get you soon enough,' Logia thought with a little smirk directed at Mira but for now she kept it in her pants as the pair searched around for a few minutes before finding the stairs. In a few short minutes of searching they arrived at, where they presumed, was this designer that handled the wardrobe for the Saints. It was a large, Mahogany door, with the smell of clothes, some oils, and a variety of scents came from that Logia couldn't quite identify.
"I guess this is it," she mused as she knocked a few times.
They could hear someone moving inside for a few moments before the doors opened to reveal a rather pretty lady. She stood an inch or two shorter than Mira, with chestnut hair that spilled past her shoulders in wild curls, and bright sky blue eyes. She was dressed much like a tailor would with a buttoned shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. She had shorts that only reached mid-thigh along with suspenders, thigh-high black socks, and knee high boots with an added heel to them.
"Yes, can I help you?" the woman asked politely.
"Um hi, my name is Diana and this is Mira," Logia introduced to which Mira waved. "Anyways, we came here about the clothes for Wizard Saints, is that you?"
The woman gasped before jumping excitedly as she looked her up and down.
"So you're the new Saint! I just received word to expect you but I wasn't informed who it was … oh, excuse me. My name is Enma and you are most certainly in the right place," Enma beamed before stepping aside. "Come in, come in! Oh, this is so exciting!"
Logia and Mira came in and looked around Enma's little workshop. The walls were covered in either several variations of cloths or posters of older designs. She had several desks around, some clear and others with works in progress laid out on top. Along with that there were pills of pin cushions, mannequins, measuring tapes, and anything else that could be needed by a tailor.
"Quite the setup you have here," Logia commented as she looked back to Enma.
"Why thank you," she replied as she got a drawing pad and pen from seemingly nowhere. "Now then, how do you want your Saint rob?"
"I can get it altered?" she asked with a tilt of the head.
"Of course!" Enma answered excitedly. "I just don't get why all the other Saints seem to always go with the same dreary white rob and nothing else aside from the emblem. So boring but they just can't be bothered with it."
"So that means we can make her something from scratch?" Mira asked with a devious glint in her eyes.
'Oh boy, this will take a while,' Logia thought while sweat-dropping, knowing her mate was going to have her make something completely different from all the other.
"Umm … quick question?" Logia asked before Enma could get on to the designing.
"Yes?"
"Is the material tear proof or fire resistant?" she asked.
"Most of the cloth I use is later charmed to suit the needs of the Saint and the stitching will make it tough as nails when in a fight so no worries," Enma replied confidently.
"Well okay then," Logia replied as she sat at an open seat in front of Enma so they could get under way …
"Oi! What did you say Flame Brain!?"
"Yah heard me Popsicle! I get beat you any day of the week!"
"That's it!"
Lucy sweat-dropped from her table as she watched the usual brawl break out between Natsu and Gray, the pair getting into each other's hair more often since returning from some beast extermination mission. She looked around the crowded guild hall, noting how most of the members were present as the day started to wrap up. It was around nine already and the day had been pleasantly uneventful … at least, for Fairy Tail standards. Several members returned from missions without hiccups, the hall was still standing even though Makarov hadn't been present for the whole day.
Speaking of said master, Lucy was starting to wonder how the trip to Era was going. It was the talk of the morning on how today was the day Diana was going to be tested for a Wizard Saint position. Some talked on about which position they thought she would be awarded with while others commented on how they wished they could have gone and watched. Apparently the testing involved facing off a current Wizard Saint and honestly, Lucy wasn't feeling like she was missing out.
She'd seen the power of Saint level mages such as Makarov and Jura, not to mention witnessing the sheer destructive power Diana could now wield with her Chaos Dragon magic. She didn't really feel like being anywhere near close to watching a fight between such titans with the likelihood of being literally blown away under the pressure of the fighters. 'I'm still curious to see what rank she'll get … some members were making a big deal about being placed in the top four but I don't get why?' she wondered as she glanced around to see if she could get someone to shed some light on her question.
She was sitting at a table with Juvia, Levy, Wendy, Phiona, and Nalu. The three younger girls were a package deal lately and right now they were discussing some things that happened during a small mission involving hunting down small beasts that had been raiding local crop fields. Supposedly some of the boar like beasts had panicked the moment they smelled Nalu before being picked off by Phiona while Wendy handled the more stubborn ones that tried to fight. All in all, the mission went without a hitch aside for a small bit off uprooted crops thanks to Wendy's magic. Nalu was progressing rather well, being more open and friendly with some of the guild members, especially when around her new little team or the Strauss sisters and Diana.
Lucy took her attention off the trio and glanced at the other two sitting with her, Juvia of course fawning over a currently near naked Gray as he continued to brawl with Natsu and a freshly added Elfman that was making both of them work to stay in it. She was very surprised to see Erza allowing the little scuffle to continue as she sat at the bar with a slice of cheesecake and conversing with Laxus as he sipped some beer. 'Laxus has been a lot more social lately … I wonder why?' Lucy wondered before spotting the likely reason in the form of the youngest Strauss who was currently manning the bar since she occasionally worked there to help on busy nights.
Lucy could definitely see his occasional glances to Lisanna while giving the bare minimums of replies to his conversation with Erza who didn't seem to mind since most of her attention was on her cake. Taking her eyes off the bar she turned to Levy since Lucy was still pining for an explanation about the four top Saint ranks. I mean, she understood the whole, four strongest, but everyone treated it like they were something else entirely and usually seemed to shudder and whisper when mentioning it.
"Hey Levy," she started with a slight poke at the bluenette's shoulder to make sure she wasn't ignored thanks to the book currently in Levy's hands.
"Hmm?" Levy hummed while placing the book down and looking back at her.
"Mind explaining what's the big deal with the four top Wizard Saints?" she asked softly.
Levy's eyes widened for a moment before she asked in a surprised tone, "You don't know?"
Lucy pouted at her friend, not needing the extra bit of disbelief from her. What was the big deal anyways?
"Wow … ok, where to begin," Levy continued after a few seconds of regaining herself. "As you know, the ten Wizard Saints are titled as the strongest mages in the continent. Now, just being part of the ranks speaks volumes of one's ability and commands respect but the four are different. If you want to see it in a sense, the top four are viewed like S-classes amongst their peers. They're so powerful that many don't even consider them human anymore."
"Seriously!" Lucy whispered in shock. "They are that strong?"
Levy nodded gravely as she continued. "Strong doesn't even begin to describe it. The four command magic that some didn't even know was possible or thought to be extinct. In fact, I don't even think many aside from the other Saints and the Council or a select few others know what type of magic the four possess. That's why so many fear them … in fact, some rumor that entire dark guilds will surrender if faced with one of the four."
Lucy's mouth nearly hit the table at that, her mind trying to conjure up an image of such monsters but the picture alluded her … until she recalled Diana standing beside a downed dragon, the entire corpse alight in blue flames. That was one mage that she could definitely see commanding enough power to bring an entire dark guild to its knees without even a fight.
"Yeah …" Levy sighed as she took in Lucy's shocked face. "… It's for that reason that the top four have their own title."
"And what is that?" Lucy asked almost timidly.
"They are known as the Four Heavenly Kings of Ishgar or Gods of Ishgar in a more general term," Levy answered.
"You have got to be kidding me!?" Lucy shouted with a start as she looked for any since of Levy joking with her.
"I wish I was," Levy said with a shrug. "… But that's the gist of it."
Lucy remained silent for a moment as she contemplated all that Levy told her. She'd never expected there to be other mages of such caliber out there but then again, she probably should have expected it. She had prime examples of extraordinary mages like Gildarts, Diana, Hades and Zero as well even if were dark mages. So why was the idea of such powerhouses so hard to grasp. She sighed as she shook the thoughts out for now, it wouldn't really do anything for her thinking on it now. Now all that was left was for master Makarov, Diana, and Mira to return back from Era.
There was also talk of something else being announced once they got back but Lucy couldn't guess what it was about. All she knew was that it involved some of the S-classes but for some reason Erza hadn't been informed on it either yet Lisanna did know, so what was it? Erza had tried to press Lisanna for details since the master was away but unlike the usual ways, Lisanna didn't budge. Lisanna, being just as cunning as her older sister, usually turned Erza's attention away with treats whenever the discussion seemed to be tilting to a heated direction and then was rather good at dodging the knight afterwards. It was rather amusing to watch but Lucy hoped in the back of her mind that Erza wouldn't take out her frustrations due to her curiosity out on someone else.
'Well, at least the big mystery ends tonight,' she thought as she relaxed a bit and decided to chat with the trio of girls beside her. After a few minutes she heard the guild doors opening which drew their attention, along with most of the guild since it was rare to receive late night guests. And once they noticed that it was in fact the master with Diana and Mira, everyone paid rapt attention. The trio smiled as they walked in, Lucy's eyes zeroing in on Diana and noting that she wasn't wearing her usual leather jacket. This new one looked like it may have been leather but the coat and design was different.
The length of the jacket reached past her waist, just an inch shy of officially reaching her thigh. It was pitched black with the bottom edges emblazoned in dark blue, flame patterns as if the edge had been dipped in Diana's Styx flames. Unlike her usual form, this jacket was tied at the front but opened just above her belly bottom and allowed a clear image of her flat stomach as the material divided. The tail looked like it was cut down the center allowing it to flow free and not restrict leg motion it the zipper was fully fastened.
The jacket was still snug against her frame, still allowing a gracious display of the swell of her breasts and her slim waist. It seemed that the jacket allowed for a combination of buttons and a zipper to be used to tie since the jacket was open just enough to allow some cleavage to be displayed as well. Then, wrapping around her shoulders and around her biceps were the dark blue flame patterns resembling her tattoos, the full design on the back being hidden from Lucy's view. As the trio walked past the staring eyes and headed for the stage Lucy got a better view of the sides and then back of the jacket.
Just at the shoulders the flames seemed to curl around an emblem that Lucy recognized as the Council's but for a moment, it almost seemed to Lucy as though the flames were surrounding the emblem in an odd manner. They weren't part of the emblem but rather, corralling it, poised to close the distance and burn it should a mistake be made. That sent a slight shiver down her spine but she brushed the feeling off as she then looked to the back and gasped. The back had a large Fairy Tail emblem in black with a background of blue flames to distinguish it from the black color of the jacket. Tendrils of this fire formed almost protectively around the emblem while others extended to her shoulder to meet up with the flames surrounding the Council emblem.
"Wow …" Levy mumbled beside Lucy as they watched the trio step up on stage with eerily stern faces.
The hall quieted down as they waited for the master to speak, most of their eyes continuously glancing at Diana who was starting to fidget slightly from the attention. Girl had gotten remarkably better at dealing with crowds but she still had her moments. After a pregnant pause, all three broke into wide grins before Makarov spoke.
"Welcome your newest Wizard Saint!"
There was another pause before the guild erupted in cheers. It lasted for nearly a minute with mugs being clashed and laughs ringing until Makarov boomed out, "Quiet!" Once order was somewhat restored he continued to speak.
"I'm sure you're curious to know her rank, yes?" he asked almost coyly with one eye open as he looked around.
"Get on with it gramps!" Natsu called excitedly as he jumped on a table, his fists alight. "And I want to fight afterwards!"
"I don't mind," Diana replied sweetly even as an almost sinister air formed around her promising pain. Apparently Natsu missed it judging by his wild grin remaining plastered in his face.
"Hehe," Makarov chuckled almost darkly before speaking loud and clear. "I introduce to you, Heavenly Queen Diana, the First ranked Wizard Saint!"
"…"
"EEEEHHHHh!" the guild erupted in absolute shock, some eyes popping out of heads.
"S-she's … t-the First?" Lucy squeaked out as she eyed the dragoness, her fanged grin telling all.
"Manly!"
"She's a beast!"
"What did you do to the others!?"
"Fuck! I lost my bet!"
"Pay up!"
Those were the comments flying around the hall as Diana and Mira giggled on the stage while Makarov beamed as he waited for everyone to simmer down. 'No way! She actually took on the strongest mage in the country!? Well … I don't think I should be too surprised,' Lucy mused as she let the news sink in. After a few minutes the guild quieted down.
"Now then," Makarov began once the attention was on him again. "I believe some of you were aware that there was another announcement for the day, correct?"
He got a few agreeing murmurs before he nodded and continued.
"Well, I'll put the questions to rest and just come out with it. In two weeks' time, Fairy Tail will be having what is known as the Ace Trials."
That only got him confused looks from most so he raised a hand to get attention again.
"Don't worry I'll explain in detail but the gist of it is this. The trails are for current S-classes that wish to be promoted to SS-classes known as Aces. The exams will be held in a Council facility rather than Tenrou Island and …" Makarov paused for a moment as a devious smirk formed on his face as he waved at Diana who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "… The test shall be administered by myself and a Wizard Saint!"
Author' Rant: And there you have it! Logia is officially a Saint and the First at that! A lot of people wanted it to be God Serena just so Logia could beat the ever loving shit out of him but I have plans for him. Anyways, a pleasure, Jbubu
