A vast layer of clouds concealed the gravel-grey sky like a blanket as the cold breeze whispered a promise of beguiling petals of water to shower upon the land of Fiore, the heavens anguishing over the doom of their beloved maiden.

The harsh texture of the brick ground that she was kneeling to crashed through her rough pale skin, magical shackles chained around her wrists as to restrain her from casting her magic which was futile since she had lost it a long time ago, to be concisely, it was forcibly sucked out of her.

Her mesmerizing orbs of midnight-blue was devoid of any gleams, splotches of scarlet tainting her face and her uneven short hair clung to her rosy cheeks like a leech, serving as a reminder that her once lustrous curls of cerulean that her deceased mother took pride of was gone.

She was Juvia Lockser, the beauteous daughter of Count Lockser, who betrayed her lineage's tradition to be an elite healer; instead, she flew beyond fate's control and at such a young age, acquired the title of Rain Fairy — one of the captain under The Knights of Fairy Tail, whose troupe specializes in the sea. Peasants and even aristocrats feared her for her peculiar water-wielding abilities, idolized for exuding elegance that most women were devoid of, had vile men shrinking in despair and panic for her swift and precise archery.

The heavy footsteps of the man that would end her life echoed sharply on her ears, yet she made no move to look up at him — she couldn't stand the sight of him or the aristocrats circling around her death space; relishing in glory for her divine punishment. The knight behind her as if sensing her disinterest grasp her hair harshly, forcing her to meet the gaze of the soon to be king.

The cool breeze touched Gray's perfectly groomed raven hair, his built figure embraced in an ivory suit adorned with opulent golden braids, a draping cloak over his back and the royal jewellery that she had enchanted with her magic dangling from his neck as if he wasn't the cause of her misfits.

If she could only go back in time; she would never pour her love to him. She could have escaped these misfits and never had her fate intertwined with the crowned prince. Her midnight voids grew wistful as lingering memories of her afterglows with her beloved awash her mind.


At the age of seventeen; Lady Erza Scarlet woven the red strings of Prince Gray and Lady Juvia's fate.

Beneath the vast painting of clear blue skies and the celestial globe of fire casting warmth into Prince Gray and Lady Juvia's skins as their magic infused swords clashed against one another — the two was engaged in a dance of fierce duel under the intense surveillance of the Titania.

The blue-haired noble's midnight-like pools glinted with the aspiration to win as she blocked his majesty's powerful strikes with the flat of her blade — the crowned prince must never be underestimated, he lived up to his reputation, truly a force to be reckoned with. With those hypnotizing icy-blue eyes sparkling with amusement behind his unruly strands of dark raven hair, pointed nose and that sinister smirk on his sexy lips; with a snap of his fingers, she could be under his mercy if he truly desires to.

"Juvia, focus on your match," the furious voice of her devilish friend and the captain of the knights, Erza, tore through the air.

Juvia backed away from her royal foe to catch the breath she didn't know she was holding. In terms of sheer strength and weapon mastery, there was no guarantee that she could win, for the reason that Prince Gray had long mastered the art of sword combat plus archery was more of her forte, but then again, this wasn't a duel that needs to be won by strength; it was more of analyzation and deception.

The young lady of the House Lockser may lack in brawn but Prince Charming wasn't fast nor calculative.

"One more minute," rang the voice of the Fairy Queen as she took a glimpse of the time in the golden clock necklace placed in her armoured fingers.

Adrenaline coursing through the water-wielder's veins, she tightened her hold on the hilt of her magical sword and closed the meter distance between them, elegantly swinging her blade to the prince's left arm. However, the royalty has seemed to read her mind and swiftly intercepted her hit.

The sound of their weapons clashing against one another serves as music to their ears, deep blue fires flickering in each other's eyes and glistening sweat trickling down their smooth skin, they untwined their swords, both had the phenomenal lust for victory.

The noble woman grits her teeth as she thought of a plan to deceive the royalty, there's not much time left and she figured she had to take her chances — it's now or never. Feigning a strike of her steel at his majesty's neck; his quick reflexes forced him to ducked down warily just as she calculated, his grip on the hilt of his weapon faltering for a moment which gave her an opening.

Juvia conjured up her water magic to her sword, crashing her blade against his steel with the tiny bit of strength that she has, sending his weapon flying to the ground with a clang. Taking advantage of the confusion clouding the prince's eyes and his vulnerable position; with her serene features engaging a sly smile on her pouty lips, she thrust the tip of her magic-infused sword at his throat — almost piercing the royalty, had she not halt a few centimetres away from his soft skin.

"Juvia wins this round," the deafening sound of Erza's armoured fingers smashing together echoed in the tense air as she claps repeatedly.

The intense icy-blue of Gray's eyes danced with mischievous amusement and adoration as a tinge of golden hue beamed on Lady Juvia's angelic face. With a boyish smile on his rosy lips, he murmured his compliments lowly just for the water-mage to hear, "You are beautiful."

A healthy tint of crimson dusted the young lady's cheeks as her judgement told her to be wary of the Casanova prince.

At the age of eighteen; Prince Gray and Lady Juvia wrote their destiny upon themselves underneath the glow of the sprinkled moon dust in the infinite sky.

A velvet ceiling of midnight blue festooned with shooting stars and the crescent moon reflected in Lady Juvia's luminous eyes as she gawked at the sky from the balcony of the castle. The mesmerising Luna gifted a straight path of light in the deep ocean; the sound of the foamy waves crashing against the boulder gave her a sense of belonging and comfort.

The noble woman felt a proud presence walking closer towards her which she had grown familiar to for quite some time now, a sweet smile emerging on her crimson-painted lips. She turned around to meet the royalty's captivating gaze, and curtsied, "Greetings, Your Majesty," she spoke in a serene tone.

There was no denying that the crowned prince riled up women's imagination and sending them to oblivion with his jaded smiles, even with his unruly hair, and plain white tunics, he managed to look dashing which is quite unfair. However, as he was sauntering towards her in his wool suit that the best tailor in the continent had woven and with an expensive cloak draping over his broad shoulders, gloved fingers trying to tousle his neatly styled raven-hair, Mavis, not even the best of words could describe his beauty.

Chivalrously, the prince kneeled before her, taking a hold of her gloved hand, and bringing it upon his gentle lips. With an endearing smile plastered on his handsome face, he stood up, "My lady, I am truly enchanted by your beauty tonight."

The soothing glow of the moonlight graced Juvia's angelic features adorned with a light glamorous makeup, lustrous cerulean hair tumbled down her back in a cascade of adorable waves. She had a look that could be of royalty in the tight embrace of her exquisite gown made with the finest laces and garments in the kingdom; its shade rivalling the pale blue of the winter sky sparkled with diamonds on the sweetheart corset.

To be truthful, she felt perfectly fine sheathed in an enticing armour caked in sparkles and gems and she loved herself like this — beaming with grace and elegance.

"Juvia feels honoured, Prince Gray," a tint of roseate spread throughout her cheeks. "What is the Prince doing out here in the balcony?" she inquired, with a tilt of her head making her curls flow with the evening breeze.

A light blush dusted the crowned prince's cheeks as he scratched his left cheek lightly — she had never seen the usual composed royalty to be this flustered. "You see, I could not find you on the banquet during the first dance, so I was thinking," he says in a deep raspy voice laced with a hint of anxiety as he held out his hands, "May I have this dance?"

Does he mean, like right here?

A loose strand of hair tumbled on her cheek and she almost tuck it behind her ear had she not remember what her governess taught her about being a fine lady, "Yes," she spoke in quiet tone trying not to lost her graceful composure. "Juvia would love to, Your Majesty," she laid her trembling hands on his awaiting ones, a yelp almost escaping her hearty lips when he twirled her around and drew her closer towards him, resting his fingers on her slender waist.

Underneath the harmonious glow of the celestial bodies and the fanciful melody of the ocean's heartbeat; they swayed for a few minutes, then soon got lost to the rhythm of gentle waves. The gleam on Gray's mesmerising glacial-blue irises as their eyes met gave her the sensation of drowning in the cold deathly waters yet it warmed her heart that was pulsating in her chest like a raging storm.

"Juvia," her name tumbled out of his lips, his voice raspy. A flicker of intense shivers ran through Juvia's nerves upon feeling the crowned prince's lips grazing her temple. Her gloved adorned fingers grasp tightly on his shoulder then slid through his heaving chest when he whispered into his ears, "Is this alright?"

"Y-yes," she barely managed to say, cherishing the moment that would soon enough turn into a faraway memory.

The ice-wielder tucked the loose locks of cerulean that was clinging to her rose-tainted cheek behind her ornamented ear, thinking that it was obstructing her ethereal features, his slender fingers tracing down her cheek to the side of her defined jaw. "How about this?" his voice was laced with seduction as his lips hovering above her flushed cheek.

The only feasible thing that the blue-haired female could do was nod at his antics; long gone was the courageous archer that had ruled the raging ocean.

The crowned prince disentangled his big fingers from her leaned ones, clutching her wrist then trailing it down his left pectoral wherein she could feel the fast beating of his heart against her dainty fingers making her breath hitch and mind clouded with haze.

A glint of delightful anticipation flickered on the pale blue of his eyes when his gaze shifted to her red-coated lips. During his lonely evenings, he revelled into the thought of her lips would feel against his, wondered if these gorgeous pairs would taste as sweet as luxury like he always imagined — there was only one way to find out. His fingers that was resting on the side of her jaw traced the path towards the corner of her sensual lips, "How about here? Would it be alright?"

"No," the word of rejection tumbled out of her hearty lips without thinking about the consequences such as the excruciating pain boring in her heart.

A bolt of courage surge through Lady Juvia's heated body; maybe it was the radiance of the Luna or the relaxing melody of her betrothed ocean. "Y-yes, it's fine. Gray," she murmured his given-name for the very first time in history, her sweet voice was laced with intense love; there was no stupid honorifics — it was just him. Just Gray.

Tangled in each other's arms — the crowned prince sealed the gap between their faces along with the agonizing distance between their hearts; the moment that their soft lips locked against each other — Gray and Juvia had never felt so pure and vulnerable until this treasurable moment.

Gray tangled his fingers on her azures waves, intoxicated by her fruity taste, he gravitated her closer towards him as if their close proximity wasn't quite enough. Juvia stood on her tip-toes against the beige marble floor, responding with the same hungry fervour that her lover was giving her.

There were no tingle of electric sparks surging through their veins nor fairies swarming inside their stomachs unlike the popular novels that Lady Lucy had published. To be truthful, the magic that they experienced could not be compared to those hopeless romantic novels. As their mouths entangled against each other — the agonizing pain of their threadbare hearts that has been confined by a poisonous ice has been thawed.

The need for oxygen had dominated their system rather than the desire to drown and be inebriated in the sweet taste of their respective lover's lips, with a disgruntled moan, the couple half-heartedly broke away from each other, swollen lips hovering a few centimetres away from one other just to drew enough air for their lungs.

Heart racing against his left pectoral in synchronization with the rhythm of his woman's heart. The royal prince tightened his hold on her in his strong arms as if she would fade if he let didn't embrace her firmly, he rested his flushed face on her shoulder to hid his vulnerability. "Dearest Juvia," he spoke in soft tones, "I feel like you're special to me."

Gray's honey-laced words engaged a genuine smile on her perfectly moisturized lips, she threw her lean arms around his big frame as she buried her angelic face on his silky raven hair, the sweet scent of snow and home evading her senses, "No words could describe how special Gray is to Juvia."


The royalty charmingly kneeled before her, his irises that were woven with threads of ocean blue dancing with hers, bringing his hands to her face to touch her bruised cheeks, he whispered in her ears hoarsely, "I love you," she could feel the sincerity in his words despite the hint of pain laced in his voice.

The prince embraced her trembling figure in his strong arms, burying her blood painted face in his chest wherein she could listen to the faint beating of his evil-tarnished heart. "I love you, I truly do," the feeling of Gray's soft lips gracing the crown of her head as he speaks softly loosened the string that was holding her defences.

In that fleeting moment; the chains that she built to restrain her emotions and protect her bleeding heart has been abolished.

"I loathe you," an enormous feeling of agony clouded her tears-stained blue eyes. "Juvia l-loathes you so much that no words could describe how much she despises even just the sight of y-you, the sight that she used to loved," she spat with venom tainting her weakened voice.

"D-do you know what Juvia loathes the most? Juv—I loathe myself, G-gray," she felt her already broken heart crumbling down into an unamendable fragment as her next words escaped her quivering lips, "Juvia l-loathes herself for feeling guilty b-because she had come to the point wherein she regrets u-us," she paused as her lungs screamed for even the tiniest bit of air, "S-she regrets our cherished memories and our hearts that used to beat wildly as o-one."

An agonizing strain pierce deeply in her heart as tears that seemed to burned her skin streamed down her cheeks. Despite the anguish and the miseries that he had caused her; Juvia forced to move her aching arms to return his hug. She revelled in the comforting embrace of the strong arms that held her during the nights when nightmares haunt her in her sleep, the same arms that was destined to end the life that he promised to protect.

"Juv—I," the rain fairy closes her eyes as she cherished this final moment with him, "I love you to the oceans and back." Her doe eyes beneath her velvety lashes sincerely gazing at him as she whispered the words that was buried in her breaking heart — the words that her lover deserved to hear for the last time, "I truly do."

In the depth of his icy eyes, there held the radiance of the sun that cast warmth into her soul — if she was fated to meet her death in the hands of her lover — at the very least she had this beautiful moment to take in her afterlife.

Gray's chiselled features engaged a melancholy smile as he memorized every bit of this pure being; her cascade of cerulean hair that reminded him of the ocean waves, the ferocity of those storm surging behind those midnight irises of her, cheeks and plump lips with the colour of roses and her ivory skin that looked so fragile yet so soft in his touch.

The beat of high-heeled shoes clicking against the pavement and the infuriating whisperings of the aristocrats delighting in one's destructions reverberated through the air. "May I ask why it this imbecile in your tight embrace, Gray?" Queen Mika hovered before the two broken figures, her bewitching burgundy gown complimented her snow-white skin and long silky raven-hair clung to her skin like a second skin. The powerful energy that she emanates could make even the strongest person dread for their life, she lived up to her cruel aura, a complete contrary to the kind emperor. This woman was a daredevil who revelled in the misfits of other.

The crowned prince despite not wanting to let go had to execute his duty as the future ruler of this hideous realm dashingly stood up from his kneeling position. His eyes burned red as anger flashed before those globes; yet it did not faze the woman. "I was just saying goodbye to her, Your Grace," he clenched his defined jaw, throughout his entire existence, he had been forbidden to call her mother.

The cold-hearted woman bored her flaming-ruby eyes to the blue-haired woman as the fugitive murdered her with her piercing stare. Arching a sophisticated eyebrow, she spoke, "Is that so? In that case, it would be my honour to also bid my goodbye to her," she elegantly whirled her ornamented fan towards the figure kneeling before her, the pointed tips scratching her cheek. "Until we meet again, Lady Juvia," a sinister laugh tumbled out of her crimson-painted lips, "May the execution begin."

"Lady Juvia Lockser," the sound of her name coming out of the prince's quivering lips sounds so foreign. "The sole heir of the now dishonoured House of Lockser," his voice cracked, "As per the good Queen of Fiore's divine order, you are to be executed for the heinous crimes," the next words that escaped his mouth are nothing but falsity created by these absurd nobility, wicked excuse of a royalty, and that includes that damned witch.


At the age of nineteen; the red string that locked Prince Gray and Lady Juvia's hearts has been tainted with poison ivy.

Pearls of cold ivory cascaded down from the Earth's surface as mother nature painted the land with the coldest of colours. The dense air of winter bears the comforting aroma of burning pinecones; Lady Juvia nestled deeper in the concrete sit of the window, from the lonely tower that she was held as a captive, the sight of the ocean water frozen in a thin sheet of ice broke her heart — because for the first time since her history began; she could not rule the water anymore.

As the cold breeze whirled around her, snowflakes clung on her unevenly-cut hair that reaches just below her chin which she despises the most. She held her palm open to the sky to catch to catch a petal of ice, yet a few seconds have gone by, the snow seemed to avoid the fugitive's open palm; just as she was losing her faith — a lonesome snowflake grazed her hand.

A ghost of melancholy smile flashed on her pale lips as she enclosed the snowflake in her palms and brought it to her lips, closing her sunken eyes and praying to the Gods residing in Mount Celestial.

Heavens, please remove the shackles of the devil confining my beloved Gray's heart.

The lady of the now-distorted clan of Lockser leaned her head on the brick behind her, gaze shifting to the pristine white covered land from beneath her, tears began to pool in her eyes as dreadful thoughts ate up her right judgements; if she jumped from this eerie tower, would her despair and agony came to an end?

Cold tears escaped from her midnight-blue globes, sliding down her bruised cheeks and cascading down the pages of her diary that was resting on her lap, trembling fingers tracing the words inked on her journal wherein she kept the memories and the feelings that her mind and beating heart would one day soon forget.

Dear diary,

The month of April wherein the sweet scents of blooming flowers evaded Juvia's senses, the perfect month where people get intoxicated in love; the sight of her beloved broke her heart.

The radiance of the golden flame from the fireplace casted a dim glow on the darkened castle bedroom, Lady Juvia cradled the unconscious prince cushioned in her lap, as he lay unmoving before the fireplace — his body for the first time was searching for a source of heat despite the spring season; her only sense of comfort that her lover would be alright was his steady breathing as he held her in lean arms.

Her tearstained midnight-blue irises traced the evil markings tainting his pale skin, those marks slowly painting a discoloration towards his bare stomach. The blue-haired female trailed her hands towards his fingers that were agonizingly cold to the touch, before encasing their fingers together, bringing it to her trembling lips. Her mind delving back to her conversation with the dark-purple haired lady.

The relaxing atmosphere of the castle's garden made the archer feel at ease with the company of the foreign and eerie woman who claimed to found the unconscious prince in the ruins of Hakobe. "Why do you want to converse with Juvia?" she asked trailing behind her.

Ultear halted from her hasty steps, plucking a crimson rose on the bushes and bringing it upon her pointed nose. "His Majesty's is in danger," she started her speech, her forefinger playing with the thorns that was adorning the stem of the flower. "His heart has been tainted with evil," she paused when her forefinger began to bleed, a ghost of a smile emerging from her magenta-coated lips, "In exchange for great power, a devil has been residing inside his body."

Her onyx pupils dilated and seemed to flee from the expanding whites of her eyes, the feeling of dread began to build up inside her chest and piercing deeply into her heart. "How does Ultear have these certain knowledge?" she hid her despair in a calm convincing tone.

"I had to watch my mother become consumed by this great power," a forlorn smile formed on her lips, the crimson rose reflected in her empty pools of fiery-red.

"Juvia apologizes, she does not mean to—"

The water-wielder's speech had been disrupted with Ultear's cold forefinger hovering above her heart-shaped lips, brushing her black coated fingernails through her silky curls, she placed the rose on her hair as an ornament. With a sinister smirk emerging on her fierce features, "Just between us, Lady Juvia," she leaned towards the blue-haired girl to whisper in her ear, a cold wave embalmed the archer as she felt the hairs on her back stand up upon Ultear's next words, "Would you believe me if I told you that there is a cure?"

The consistent streaming of liquid cascading down from Lady Juvia's melancholy bloodshot eyes burned her rosy cheeks, trailing down towards the sleeping figure of Prince's Gray, creating a wet spot on the side of his bruised cheek. "Juvia promises to find the cure that Gray needs," she spoke with fierce determination lacing her voice.

With her powerful water magic swirling around them like a tornado, a water blade grasped firmly on her quivering fingers, she slashed the elemental blade on her wrist. She hovered her blood stained wrist above Gray's insignia of royalty, whispering words of enchantment as blood trickled down from her slender arm towards his pendant. Within a few seconds, his plain pendant had been adorned with an aquamarine gem that would provide him the water-wielder's strength.

"Gray, please wake up," the blue-haired mage leaned down towards the asleep figure in her lap, her curtain of cerulean curls lightly grazing his face as she delicately brushed her peach lips against his forehead, "I love you to the oceans and back."

Dear Diary,

The month of May wherein the Kingdom of Fiore rejoices the growth of plants and spring harvest; the Empire of Alvarez was devoid of any jubilation — those evil voids gleaming in frightening ruby-red hue haunts Juvia every time she closes her eyes.

The lemony hues from the rays of the sun wafting through the iridescent windows as a traumatic silence engulfed the throne room; the sunlight served as her solace while she was on a foreign empire; those rays meant that she and her beloved were beneath the glow of the same celestial globe of fire.

Behind her thick mask of ferocity hid the emotion of anxiety brewing inside her being, yet she refused to avert her dark-blue orbs from the young man nestling comfortably in the throne as if a simple gaze would faze someone like him; the emperor of Alvarez who was reeking with an enormously distasteful amount of ethernano that made her petrified on her kneeling position before him.

The onyx irises of the emperor blaze with a fiery-red hue as the book of END materialized in his hand from mere dust. "The book of END was the strongest catalyst from my works, behind these pages hid a demon and you are claiming that this mere book could cure your cursed prince? Fascinating," his voice was surprisingly relaxed but there was a hint of danger lurking behind those calm words. "What would I gain in return in exchange of this book?" he stood up from his comfortable chair, ambling closer towards her, every step he took was dangerously frightening.

"A declaration of peace between the two conflicting ki—argh!" the blue-haired foreigner sank on her stomach as she felt a tremendous wave sinking her deeper on the ivory rug.

"Peace was never an option," no remorse was dancing in the emperor's eerie voids of ruby but a glint of amusement. The dark-haired man knelt before the aching foreigner, yanking her cerulean waves upwards to meet the storm brewing behind those enraged midnight orbs sparked an emotion he never expected to feel after a hundred years. Rough fingers grasping tracing the details of her petrified face, he leaned in towards her gems adorned ear to whisper his proposal that she would not be able to escape.

Dear diary,

The month of July wherein the Sun should be singing in joy, the first thunderstorm pelted down upon the Kingdom of Fiore to the return of Juvia.

A vast blanket of tar-black concealed the sky as grey wools camouflaged the once shining sun as crystal tears descended into the port of Hargeon, the harsh rainstorm slicing through the thick air bears emotions of anguish and despair as the roaring thunder and crackling lightning's lusted for destruction.

Enormous tidal waves laced with an inhumane ethernano crashed against the shore, holing up the pesky citizens crowding around the large wooden beams planted in the blood-soaked sand with the clan governing the land of Hargeon gruesomely crucified to death — the Locksers.

A deluge of silvery tears escaped from her darkened orbs, the bright blob of sparkle in those irises was replaced with torment and heartbreak.

An ear-piercing scream echoed into the land as a surge of magic power emanating from Lady Juvia split the sea behind her into two; selfishly drowning hard-working sailors in her wrath — a crime that would be recorded in the history as the most elegant way of conveying mass murder wherein no hint of blood had tainted the land but pure water sneaking its way into their lungs and restricting their air passages.

The red-stained liquids tainted the Book of END in her arms, weakened limbs scraping against the sand as she crawled in her best towards the pole where her cruel father was held captive and dead; the man who disowned her was hanged on the beam with ice shackles bounding his neck and icicles piercing deeply into his throat. Leaking from that cruel sorcery were remnants familiar magic power that made her aching heart bled with poison.

Lost within the depths of agony, she paid no heed to the sound of metal clashing against metal as the armoured figured ambled towards her, hauling her in a bone-crushing embrace. Luminous voids gleaming with tears as she met the anxious gaze of her best friend, she forced herself to speak, but only a word tumbled out of her lips yet laced with so much intensity, "W-why?"

"While you were away, conspiring with the Alvarez Empire against the Kingdom of Fiore, your father murdered King Silver," Lady Erza's voice cracked, a single tear sliding down her right orb as she let go of the hug, crying for the misfits that her best friends were about to experienced, despite her knowing that these claims being thrown at her were pure falsity created by this absurd society. Her eyes shifted to the book resting in the sand, a bolt of electricity of trailing down her nerves as she read the title, "Juvia, h-how and why did you have that book?"

The mourning lady picked up the said and book and cradled it like a child, a curtain of cerulean bangs concealed the disgust that flickered in her eyes as memoirs of her stay in Alvarez replayed in her mind, "T-this book can cure G-gray," a strangled cry escaped her lips for the wicked way of death that he bestowed upon her father, "U-ultear, s-she told Juvia—" before she could even finish her words, Erza held her shoulder, armoured fingers sinking deeply into her skin.

"Juvia," the colour drained from the Titania's ears as dread washed over her, "Ultear died five years ago."


Her eyes burn the darkest of blue flames as her midnight-blue orbs with his voids of glacial-blue or to put it precisely, those voids are glinting with the shade that lusted for bloodshed along with the disastrous marks engulfing his skin.

He unsheathed his fine and reputedly dangerous sword infused with devilish ice magic that seems to burn his soul and his right judgements. With no hint of remorse nor sympathy in his handsome features, the sting in her heart made her realize that this creature before her wasn't her Gray anymore — it was the devil tainting his one's pure heart. He pointed the sharp tip of the weapon directly at his lover's throat giving her the feeling of strong sense of Deja vu, "Do you have a last wish?"

The ferocity dancing in Lady Juvia's globes of midnight-blue made the devil before her fling his fingers to his right eye as if he was losing control of this vessel; her dangerous eyes gleaming with anger conveyed the words that she wanted to say, her last wish.

I want you to set Gray free.

A hint of anxiety surge through the blue-haired lady's being as the thought of her beloved having his future taken away from him by the devil residing inside his body haunts her until her last moments. The blue-haired noble masked her angst behind a sweet smile forming on her pale lips, "Juvia is glad she met Gray, you are a pure soul in this cruel life," her luminous orbs locked with her lover's deep voids, a flicker of glacial hues glowing behind those blazing red.

In exchange of her miserable life; she prayed to Mavis to please set her beloved prince free from the shackles of this demon that is the epitome of evil — this is her last prayer.

Lady Juvia squeeze her eyes shut as a cold gust of wind from the magic-infused blade rushed towards her vulnerable neck; she readied herself for the unbearable blow of the sharp steel etching on her skin that would slice her head from her neck. The water sorcerer waited for her agonizing death to be bestowed upon her, a fair payment for the pure souls that had been held as forever prisoners in the depth of the raging ocean from her outburst.

A series of hysterical shrieks reverberated through the dense air, curiosity and anxiety dancing in her mind as to what caused these turmoil lingering in these individuals' roars, she flicked her oceanic eyes open and the blue-haired prisoner, herself, joined in the wails of the spectators; the only contrast was that her tear-stained globes of midnight-blue and her dying soul cried in despair, so deafening that no high-pitched piercing shriek escaped from her quavering lips as she stared, aghast and wide-eyed, in the tragedy before her.

Buried acutely in Prince Gray's abdomen is the blood-thirsty sword that was bound to silence her, petrifying liquid of bright red gushed out from his agape lips in time with the fast and painful pounding of Lady Juvia's heart against her ribs. A heavy flow of blood was leaking out from his midsection, tainting his pristine-white clothing and his hands that were locked firmly in the hilt of his steel.

The heavens declared its wrath with a fiery lightning igniting the infinite sky, representing the cosmic power of their anguishing maiden with buckets and buckets of crystal tears pelting down the land with no remorse to those who would be caught in a deadly deluge. Blue eyes stared in bewilderment at the magical sword sheathed in Gray's abdomen busted into tiny fragments, with a tired yet satisfied smile etched on his darkened lips, he descended into the red-tainted bricks and bloodied arms drawing Juvia in an embrace.

"I-i c-could never," the crowned prince spoke in his weak and perishing voice, his dying soul barely hanging on a thin tearing thread, "t-take y-your l-life aw—" before he could even finish his words, he felt the miniscule amount of air being sucked tortuously out of his lungs, the faint and slow beating of his heart coming to an end, mesmerising glacial-blue eyes closing to eternal slumber.

The radiance that gleam in her midnight-blue orbs faded as feelings laced with agony engulfed her heart in incurable throes. Shards of icicles thrust deeply into her heart, bleeding black as the devil's sole with the realisation that joy had forever escaped her, leaving her in a vast void wherein she would never be able to see the sight of the beautiful sun in the clear blue sky.

"N-no, please no!" a deluge of tears deserted from her chaotic eyes, desperately sucking in breaths between exasperated sobs, hands continuously shaking her deceased lover nestled in her weakened arms as if that would awaken him from the forever coma that had engulfed his soul. Her being is in so much incurable shambles, an uproarious cry of anguish and despair escaped her numb lips; so intense that the betrothed rain gifted a surge of powerful ethernano came towards her, creating a water globe to protect her and Gray from the cruelty of the world.

Without Gray, her world is nothing but gloomy rain and darkest of shades grey skies.

Lady Juvia manipulated her lingering water magic veiled in the aquamarine stone of her prince's royalty insignia, casting the only lethal magic that she had learnt from her elite clan of healers. She leant down towards Gray, touching her forehead with his blood-soaked one as she abolished the oxygen within their cage and let the deadly poison engulfed the water globe.

At the age of twenty; the red string that binds Prince Gray and Lady Juvia's fate broke as remnants of their souls fused with the turbulent oceans.


A/N. My entry for Gruvia week day two prompt which is Fantasy. English isn't my native language so please if I have mistakes, kindly enlighten me. As some of you may have noticed, this oneshot is inspired by Genshin. A review would be amazing, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

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