The final chapter for this arc… That actually feels quite nice, this means that I can move onto my stronger arcs.
Notice:
Just in case you want too know, yes I will be doing Ice Trials, but since I continue to forget things (I am pathetic) I may end up making some shit up. And one scene in particular will be changed since this story has bashing in it, sorry to those who don't like that…
Don't worry, I do my research...
Finally I want to know. When I get an arc done and I start releasing the chapters I am thinking about uploading them daily. Hear me out quickly; Trials of Ice is a massive story in terms of it's length and development etc, the chapters are (mostly) long, around 3k to 4k words per chapter and the FT canon storyline is very long in general. Not as long as some (Dragon Ball Z) but it is still lengthy.
The overall time it would take me to complete the story would be roughly a year or two if I upload weekly and I want to do more of The Ripple Effect and other big stories whilst I am still in college.
My question to you is, when I get to those extra chapters do you want me to upload daily, or weekly? A poll will be up and in place on my profile page when this chapter goes up so please vote when it comes up. I want you guys and girls to have the best experience I can give you with my limited skill.
Thank you for listening…
UNOTICE:
LET'S READ!
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(2 days later)
It was very dark when he made it to the edge of Shanak, standing on top of the pointed precipice overlooking the death and destruction similar to that of Brago. The thick plumes of black smoke that dotted various area's of Shanak where the flames of destruction had been particularly harsh being the only signal to any other town about the events unfolding before the his eye's.
He even counted his left eye. Blind or not…
The sky had turned into a terrible black smog-like miasma of dark, heavy clouds and the occasional flash of thunder enlightening the edges of the thick sky above. The screams echoed from their source all the way to where he was standing, guilt and sadness flooding through him as each scream made it to his ears, as if they were crashing against his brain and leaving an imprint.
Finally; the main 'attraction'. The flames of destruction itself, one of the nine demons of Zeref and his personal tormentor, in both his dreams and in his waking hours; Deliora. It's fear inducing roar careened across the town, giving way to more terrified screams and loud, guttural groans from the poor people below.
He would finally kill this thing. He, Grayson Lee Fullbuster would finally kill Deliora… And he would make it suffer, he would make it feel the worst kind of pain, and he would enjoy listening to it's dying breaths as the life ebbed away from it.
He remembered everything during the past year, everything little thing that had had happened, good and bad, happy and sad, fun and boring. They all re-surfaced.
His first encounter with Deliora, Jade betraying him, Silver dying, foolishly fighting in his condition, almost burning to death, finding out he was half-blind, Ur, Lyon, training in Ice-make, meeting Lucy And Layla Heartfillia, his devastating episode with Lyon, Ur abandoning him and making his way to Reenath.
Where he finally heard the news…
It all flashed across his mind.
"Oh god! I'M sorry, wait here and let me get Ur! She can help you!"
"Hello there..."
"Where am I?"
She smiled, he could talk. "My home." She replied back. "Me and my apprentice found you and brought you here since there wasn't any hospital nearby for many miles."
"Gray? Nice name, i'm Ur Milkovich and as long as you are under this roof I will look after you as much as is possible, that's a promise."
"I am becoming one with the cold, this is what you will be doing today… So get to stripping."
'Okay that only sounded vaguely creepy…'
"So let's get to your first Ice-make lesson then right?"
"Ready to learn… Master."
"Don't forget your underwear this time eh?" She let out a chuckle at her own comment before she sunk into the tub.
"Shut up! I-It's not funny!"
"Impressive? Yes, but scary?… Not so much icy bollocks."
"Again Gray, language."
"And again, abuse!"
"Quit it!"
"You quit it!"
"I said so first!"
"Well im older than you so I have more weight behind my words!"
"Then stop abusing you age you dinosaur!"
"Are you calling me old!?"
"No! I am calling you ancient!"
"Right! That's it! Come here you brat!"
"NO!"
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO EACHOTHER!"
"You're out."
"As in, you are not welcome here anymore, scar-face."
'I wish I never did what I did.'
(FLASHBACK)
(The day before.)
Tomorrow was the anniversary of his fathers death… His village's destruction. To say felt shitty already was a slight understatement…
Gray had managed to get a room the day before, and he had spent his time just exploring Reenath. The great city of trade was teeming with life and activity, the hustle and bustle seemed to never end. It was quite daunting to him, after all, living in the mountains for a year will do that to one's social skills.
He got a brief glimpse of someone who seemed to be a big round ball. The guy's light red hair shined in the sun as he continued to paint away on his canvass. He seemed very skilled at his art. He looked a bit further and saw that two people were standing close to eachother, and then he looked back and saw the painting. It was them.
"Thank you sir." Said one of the guy's.
The red head smiled kindly. "The names Reedus. No prob." His accent, was off. Gray couldn't place it, but it sounded kind of… Western.
Before Gray could contemplate any further on the subject, 'Reedus' had waddled away and out of Gray's sight.
"The hell?" Was all Gray could say.
"Hey mate!" Gray looked over and saw someone talking to his lady friend rather loudly. "Can we get the volume on this turned up? It is ridiculous to keep it on when the sound is off."
His response was from the receptionist who turned up the volume with the deadpan look on her face as the glow in her hand dissipated.
He looked over toward the TV lacrima and saw the news. He rolled his eyes and got up to leave when he heard the very sentence he had been listening out for.
"The flames of destruction, more commonly known as Deliora, one of the nine demons of the dark mage Zeref has been spotted precisely 200 miles away from it's estimated destination. The town of Shanak. After the demon was la-"
He didn't stay to listen to the rest...
(END FLASHBACK)
"It was always going to come to this wasn't it?" Gray's venom laced question was met with a furious roar as Deliora's eye's spotted him from where it stood, as if it remembered him. "Ever since you showed up that first time you never really left. You would invade my once pleasant dreams and turn them into nightmares."
The demon took a step closer…
"You would haunt my thoughts, and twist them into maddening gibberish."
Another step closer…
"Even in my daily life, you have become my one goal in life now. The only reason I continue to live this pitiful existence."
Deliora puffed it's armoured chest out, inhaling with a great, low huff.
"Once I kill you, I will not have any reason to live or love. Why would I harm other people? You have already done enough of that."
Deliora threw it's head forward and a jet of intense fire shot towards Gray. He didn't move, closing his eyes and taking a deep, shaky breath.
"But if there is one thing I can do before my life becomes useless..."
Before Gray finished he snapped his eyes open and, with lightning quick speed threw his arm to the right and within an instant the huge stream of fire froze over, only ending in front of the demon's mouth. The ice shattered and splintered before Gray shattered it into minuscule particles. He looked at Deliora with a menacing grin.
"It would be to kill you. Deliora!" He shouted before suddenly thrusting his hands in front of him before blasting a huge ball of his Devil ice at Deliora. The demon batted it away with little difficulty before it responded by throwing two massive fireballs at Gray.
"Ice-Make: Shield!" Gray shouted, separating his hands as a big shield appeared in front of him, blocking the first fireball. He covered his right arm with his devil ice and took a running jump off of the cliff he was standing on, avoiding the second attack just in the nick of time. His magic boosted him far enough to get up close and personal to Deliora.
'I need to be quicker' The thought crossed his mind as he barely avoided being mauled by Deliora's claw before landing on the appendage and sprinting up it. He took another magic boosted jumped just as the demon shook it's arm in retaliation. Luckily, he managed to make it all the way to Deliora's face.
"Ice Devil: Tundra slam!" He shouted as a barrage of ice blocks the size of Deliora's fists careened from the black sky into it's face, slamming his icy fists down on it's face as the demon stumbled back, causing it too fall onto it's back. The dust quickly settled and it revealed the many big cracks on Deliora's facial armour.
Gray formed a pair of icy wings to steady himself, looking at the demon with dark glee before he raised his left arm into the air, he gave the demon smirk as he threw the arm down with force and out of the sky again, came another hail of ice, this time in the form of millions and millions of spears…
Deliora quickly spewed out another huge stream of painfully hot fire, To which Gray glided out of the way just in time, unfortunately, the spears didn't make it to Deliora as they all melted just as they made it within 10 feet of hitting the demon.
However, before Gray could react to the situation, Deliora got back up with flexibility that Gray didn't know it could muster and slammed it's fists into him, sending him straight back onto the cliff he stood on before hand. The scorch marks from the fireball marring the ground.
"Shit." Gray groaned, holding his chest to regain his breath before doing anything else. He looked up, keeping his breathing balanced and was somewhat happy to see the flames of destruction stumble slightly. It meant that it was in pain, no matter how little.
Deliora regained it's balanced, looking at Gray with anger and irritation. It swiped it's arm downwards and a column of fire was sent at Gray again. Gray quickly rolled out of the way but he couldn't move out of the way in time and ended up getting his foot caught in the flames. His eyes widened and he grit his teeth to keep himself from crying out, the familiar burning sensation spread across his foot as he struggled to get up.
"Lucky shot you bastard..." He growled. His foot tingling as he took a step forward. "Ice Devil: Death scythe!" A humongous icy scythe appeared out of thin air when Gray swung his arms to the left, effectively lodging the weapon in Deliora's side. The beast howled, wildly bashing it's arms against the tough weapon a few times before it finally broke. Deliora stumbled as the ice disappeared and it's new wound folded in on it's self slightly, causing it more pain as it smashed it's fist against the ground.
Gray didn't care for the demon's pointless destruction. The towns people had long stopped screaming since he started the fight. If any of them had survived they probably were either stomped on or roasted alive from the heat. He covered his burning foot in his Devil ice before he leaped at Deliora again. Hoping to catch it off guard.
He quickly realised that it wasn't a good idea…
The cracks around Deliora's fist began to glow a bright orange. Gray only had time to curse loudly before he was engulfed in a blazing inferno that erupted from the ground around him. Gray screamed as the painful tingling from his foot suddenly took over his body. The pain on his left side was less bad than his right as the nerves on his left were somewhat numbed, but it was enough to motivate him into cocooning himself in his own ice. A bead of sweat dropped from his forehead as he felt the flames lick harshly against the thick shell of ice, it wasn't enough to melt it but Gray definitely had to concentrate a lot to keep the ice around him from disintegrating.
'I need to do something…' His mind continued to repeat itself as a slight panic began to set in. Maybe he wasn't ready for this. "This is not how I am going to die!"
Suddenly, a strong determination lit up inside of him, Knowing that if he didn't finish Deliora off right here and now it would continue to ruin lives just as it ruined his. He needed to kill this thing.
And he would…
Growling angrily, he looked up and clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth as he felt the cooling ice form around his arms. Gray crouched, readying himself for one big jump, he felt his magic pool around his feet and up to his knees just as he took one huge leap, shooting himself out of the roaring fire and back up to the furious demon's face.
"Ice Devil: Rage!" He screamed and with a huge 'whoosh' a sudden rush of ice and icy shards ploughed straight into the entirety of Deliora's face. Sending the demon sliding back with a force, roaring in anger and what sounded like… Pain?
The Devil slayer didn't let up. He just continued to scream as the Deliora began to block the icy blast with it's arms before it fired back with it's own shouting attack.
Gray's eyes widened, he couldn't just stop the blast because he was literally 50 feet away from the opposing force, if he just stopped firing his own ice that was battling Deliora's fire he would be incinerated on the spot. From the looks of the fire the demon was spewing he would not survive any longer than 3 seconds if it enveloped him.
But if he just continued to stay put, being blasted into static (in a round-about way) by his shout he could either run out of magic or Deliora would potentially pierce through his ice, effectively turning him into a roasted turkey.
'Dammit…' He mentally cursed. He cast a glance across to the precipice, which now was sporting multiple pot holes as well as another scorch mark. 'Getting back on that would be a good start.'
With that in his head, Gray let his attack gently force him back on to the cliff edge, just in front of the burned up yet still dense bushes. He felt his feet dig into the ground as Deliora increased the ferocity of his attack. He needed to do something, otherwise he would, again, end up being roasted.
Then it hit him, he would need to somehow create a second shout. It would be more than enough to counter the extra force smashing against his ice. 'Perhaps, I can concentrate the rage into my hands, risky, but I have to try!' He looked up towards the two magical energies clashing and colliding, anger swelling up inside him once more. 'I will kill you Deliora!'
He didn't have much time to think about it as Deliora suddenly threw a storm of those big fireballs again. They were all heading towards him again and this time he had no chance of moving away from them.
Gray quickly decided to throw caution into the wind and with lightning speed, he covered his mouth with his right hand, silently celebrating as his attack continued to pour out from the appendage after slowly removing it from his mouth.
He didn't give himself time to celebrate however, as soon as he transferred the rage attack through his hand Gray turned his head to the armada of fireballs.
"Ice Devils: Rage!" The icy blast almost instantly, snuffing out the most of the oncoming fireballs. The ones that were out of the attacks range, were easily just as dealt with with a quick turn of the head. After Gray deemed it safe to stop firing his attack into the sky he quickly shut himself up and turned back towards Deliora.
"You will die here!" Gray screamed, his voice monotone, yet very angry. "This is it!" He could see the demon visibly shake, as if it's energy and strength was leaving it. It couldn't keep this up for too long. Seeing his window of opportunity, Gray took a deep breath, ready to end Deliora once and for all.
"Ice Devil: Ra-"
"Ice-Make: Ice wisp!"
He barely even acknowledged what happened. One minute, he was on the brink of ending the life of the demon that destroyed his life and the next… The next…
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The next, he was crouched down on one knee eyes wide, with his left hand clutching at his bleeding side, a chunk of his own flesh blasted off a mere metre away from him. He barely registered his attack and Deliora's cancel eachother out as the demon staggered back to recover. He barely registered the intense, sharp pain that now covered his mutilated side.
And he really didn't want to register his attacker. The familiar form of his old sparing partner and fellow student of Ur Milkovich. Even as his breathing became more and more laboured as he lost more blood he was still able to utter the figures name…
"...L-...L-Lyon..." He croaked, sounding breathless and shocked. "W-Wh-..." He coughed. How was this injury effecting him so badly?! "Why…?"
Lyon looked at him like he was even worse than the demon 50 feet away from them. He just walked forward and grabbed the beaten and bloodied Devil slayer by his tattered collar, his eyes boring into Gray's like a drill.
"You will not hurt my master..." He spat, hatred leaking through his voice like it was water going through a paper towel. "I won't let you harm others like you did me, you cursed child bastard."
"Ice-Make: Dragon..." With one hand pointed behind him, he formed an icy dragon which glided over to the two of them. Gray hadn't realised just how drained he was, He may have done a number on Deliora but he didn't come out of it free of any injuries either. Now he could barely keep his fists holding onto Lyon's fist.
"Good riddance…" Was what Gray thought would be the last thing he would hear, he had no fear, no anger or betrayal in his eye. Just a hollow and tiredness that made Lyon hesitate for a second. He didn't know just how someone could look so… disconnected.
However, it was that mere second of hesitation, that one moment he spent second guessing himself. It was all that was needed…
"LYON NO!"
If Gray had the strength he believed that he would have jumped like Lyon did when he heard HER voice. But not out of fear, just from shock. His betrayer was here, and not only that but she was trying to stop her student from ending his pathetic life!
What sort of torture was this?…
If her shout didn't gain their attention then the loud rustling coming from the bushes definitely did. Out she came, looking like she hadn't rested in days. Her eyes were slightly darker than he remembered, she was stumbling over her own two feet and her balance was more than slightly off. She faced the two of them, her expression being one of shock, anger and dare he think it… Concern?…
Just her being here, looking like she had been trampled by a horde of vulcan's, meant one thing. Ur, his recent ex-master, the one who abandoned him when he needed her the most, had travelled all the way here to help him?
Or was she here for Lyon?…
She clearly had HIS health and safety and well-being in mind when she made her choice. She clearly didn't have any idea or thought about how HE would deal with the situation brought down upon him. Lyon had been with her for longer and he knew her more so when it came down to it, who would she really hold onto?
Her first student, the one who unknowingly gave her another chance at life, who gave her a reason to continue with her magic and brought some colour back to her her slowly braking life.
Or some homeless, angry, self-destructive, broken stranger of a boy who had been nothing more than some added stress to both her and the asshole that was Lyon?
"Lyon, put him down…" Her voice broke him out of his revere, she sounded serious, very serious.
Lyon just looked at her as if she had grown a second head. His face twisted into an expression of disbelief. "What? You want me to let this demon asshole go?!" He started out confused, but by the time he neared the end of his sentence he grew more ad more angry. "After everything he has done?!"
"What do you mean 'he has done'?!" Her hands were turning into ice, slowly becoming more and more blue-ish as time went on. She was waiting for any sudden movement.
Lyon rolled his eyes, as if expecting her question…
"He wasted our time by asking for ice-make training, he never showed me any respect nor you, he argued with us both, he almost killed me after showing me his true colours!" He replied, his eyes never leaving Ur's as he spoke. "What more evidence do you need!?"
"None of that was in his control!" She boomed. Frightening Lyon visibly as she took a step further. She cast a glance at Gray, his face was red, likely from Deliora, he had many cuts and a few bad bruises dotted about his features. Somehow he had managed to strip off his shirts and t-shirt whilst being in the vice like grip of Lyon, giving her a full view of his just as red chest and abs. The fire had burned through the material and just looking at the red, it was obvious that it was going to be their for some time.
But her eyes widened at the recent injury from her first student. Lyon had literally sliced a big chunk of flesh off from the his left side, it stretched from just under the armpit, down to Gray's slim hip. It was bleeding profusely and the swelling was already very bad.
She fought off her emotions, she had been to slow to stop Lyon from maiming him, he was still alive, but if he didn't freeze the injury soon, he would not make it! She couldn't believe that LYON was the one to do that to him. Deliora hadn't done much other than cause Gray to push himself to his limits. From the looks of it, the demon was still recovering, evidently it was about to lose the fight when Lyon got in the way.
That fact hit her hard. Deliora hadn't hurt Gray as bad as his own sparring partner had. Lyon actually wanted to kill him.
That fact hurt and scared her more than the famous demon they were in the clear view of.
Then it hit her. Deliora had recovered.
And it was now within arms reach again…
"BOYS GET DOWN!" She screamed, it startled the two boys.
"Stay here you cursed child." Lyon spat hatefully. "We are going to clean up your mess." With that said, he harshly flung Gray into the rocks nearby, mentally grinning at hearing the painful 'crack' of Gray's head smacking against the hard surface before he promptly left to fight with Ur.
The Devil Slayer looked up, groaning in pain. He felt a trickle of liquid go down the back of his head. He reached behind his head and quickly retracted as a red hot pain flared up at his touch. Automatically; his eye gazed upon the crimson coating his fingertips.
He couldn't muster up the strength to look horrified, but he definitely felt the fear take over his body as he looked up, trying his best to ignore the pain that came with it to see the demon seemingly back to normal. The physical injuries were still their, but the demon's energy seemed to be rejuvenated, as if it hadn't just taken a beating and wasted all of it's magical energy on him!
Worse yet, the demon was practically laying waste to Ur and that bastard…
He didn't care much for Lyon, but he was still beating himself up for still caring for Ur. But he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. Black dots were appearing in his vision. His eyelids were becoming heavy and his strength had now completely depleted.
But as he succumbed to unconsciousness, he watched Ur take a weird position, her arms crossing as her magic began to flare up around her.
Lyon was shouting something, but his hearing became fuzzy. His head hit the floor and he knew no more…
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It was a lot more quieter when he awoke…
The smell of dust and a strange pine scent was in the air as he groggily brought himself up and onto his right knee. He looked around and he instantly realised that he was enveloped in the dark. His head and left side still hurt immensely. It got to the point where he had to ice up the wounds just so he could concentrate enough to find out what happened. The sky had cleared up somewhat, as if the calamity that had taken place when he was last awake had past. The black sky was replaced with a lovely dark blue hue and the moonlight did light up the landscape a tad, giving him a half decent view of his surroundings.
"Oh god!" His right hand was quickly covering his broken left hand in a thick layer of ice. "Ow, ow ow, shit!" He chanted, the fingers and his hand were most definitely broken. He gave himself a second to let the pain recede, huffing in irritation. "Great, that brings my Ice-make down to it's knees..."
He turned around, almost falling over as he was instantly aware of the new limp he was suffering from. He looked down and saw his chest for the first time since reaching Shanak. He was banged up good that was for sure. Deliora was probably proud of itself.
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He slowly realised…
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Deliora…
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Lyon…
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Ur!
"Oh shit." Was all he could say, he looked up and saw the sparkle from above. The cliff top he was on was all the way back up there. He was somehow moved all the way down to the bottom again. "UR!"
He hadn't realised that he had climbed to the top of the cliff again until he fell forcefully onto one knee in pain, he looked down and saw his side bleeding a little. 'Oh god, the pain is overwhelming!'
Gray forced his body back up and as he did he looked up to see what was causing the light. What he saw almost made him fall back down to the bottom again.
In front of him was Deliora, but it wasn't able to move, or even emit any noise. Because it was frozen in place. It wasn't able to break out either, the ice was simply too thick. The town around it however was in a state of complete disrepair.
But it would be the last… The demon that ruined it, as well as his own, was defeated.
"He- He's gone…"The words he wanted to say felt weird on his lips. But it certainly felt good. "Deliora, is finally gone… ha… haha… hahahaha…. HahahahahaHAHAHAHA!"
He couldn't help it, he was free, he finally able to feel the sweet, sweet feeling of revenge. The fucking demon would never haunt him again. He could finally breathe and not feel like he wasn't worthy of the function!
He had avenged his town, people effected by the demon, his father…
"Yes! Fuck you, you piece of shit demon! Haha!" His laughter must've sounded hysteric. But Gray felt so happy! He wouldn't feel this good ever again, so he was going to make the absolute most of it dammit!
That was when he spotted it…
Just to the side, near where the flesh from his side was lying. That was when he saw it. Any laughter he had left was drained completely when he saw it laying there, torn from it's original owner. Looking pale, lifeless and had the generic big trail of dried blood coming from the top.
It was a leg… And only Ur would wear those tight brown trousers…
He just stood there, eyes wide, just staring at the severed limb that belonged to his old master. Sure, she abandoned him, she had destroyed his trust in authority figures and she tried to make it look like she cared.
But she had saved him from dying, she did take him in for some time and she did just save him fom dying again…
That was when the tears started forming in his eye. Had she sacrificed herself… for him? Did he just cause the death of someone else?
"No..." He shook his head, faster and faster as the reality set in. He looked back at the huge capsule of ice and back at the limb, then back at the capsule. Slowly, he made the connection. Ur was a master at Ice-make, she knew practically every technique and strengths of the magic. That probably included that one spell he saw Lyon reading about 5 months back.
Iced shell…
Iced… Shell…
Ur had used iced shell…
Because he was here. She cared for him, for some reason and she died because he was here, fighting the demon.
"No… nononononononoNOOOO!" He screamed, pure agony in laced in his voice as it pierced the sky, travelling far away and across the ruins, this ghost town, the ruins of what once was like his own. "Ur!, that better not fucking be you! I won't allow it!"
He screamed, pleaded, begged and even threatened her, knowing that neither he or she could do anything about this. Deliora, even after death, had taken someone else from him. The worse part was that it was his own fault.
It must be true, what Lyon, the bullies from his childhood and Jade said. He really was a cursed child. Everyone he knew ended up dying or leaving him. He really was meant to die along with Brago's residence… He didn't deserve the second chance he was given.
He really didn't know how long he had been sitting there, crying, screaming, just doing anything in the vain hope that Ur would react and appear out of nowhere. He would forgive her for abandoning him, hell, he would forgive her for torturing him if he had the chance and if she actually had done so!
He would definitely switch places… She made a mistake, he WAS a mistake.
He looked up and at the huge icy prison surrounding Deliora. Tears brimming around his only working eye. "Ur… I'm sorry, I am so fucking sorry. You shouldn't have followed me, I didn't deserve the life I was given..." Gray looked down, he knew that he couldn't do anything about this. He had to accept this and move on. But he knew that he wouldn't, he never would.
He slowly looked up once more, for the last time, he would never see her again, he would never train with her, argue with her or help her with the daily tasks ever again. He got up, turned around and began to walk away, mumbling two words with some difficulty as he left the scene.
"Thank you..."
He picked up is burnt shirt, he couldn't salvage what was left of his t-shirt but he didn't care. He stared at it for some time before he slipped the shirt back on. He realised that he hadn't seen Lyon, but he really didn't care, he could be dead now, and Gray couldn't find it within himself to be sad or scared for the bastard.
But he wouldn't think about Lyon right now, all he wanted to do was make it to Magnolia, in the west. That in itself was going to be a challenge. He would never forget Ur, the women who made a mistake, but in the end gave her life for him. If he knew her, then she probably wouldn't want him to die, she would have wanted him to live his life.
And he would believe that, why else would she do this for him?
"I promise… master..." The Devil Slayer close his eyes, determination settling in. "I will become strong, the strongest, I will protect those close to me to the best of my ability, even if it costs me my life. I will live on, even if I don't deserve it, just for you."
With his promise set in stone and his goal in mind, Grayson Lee Fullbuster began his fated journey, it would be long, treacherous and difficult for him…
But little did he know just how pivotal this day would be, little did he know what adventures awaited him…
Little did he know what become of him in the near future…
His life was just a string of trials… Trials of Ice and pain, but he would pass them all, one by one.
His journey had officially begun…
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WE ARE DONE!
With the first arc… Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggg, right….
Tell me what you all thought about this chapter, I didn't like the final half of it. But I guess I do put myself down somewhat.
Thought and criticism are thoroughly appreciated…
TRIVIA TIME!
1: Have you seen the most recent captain America civil war trailer?
ER MEH GEEEERRRRRDDDD! Scientists have theorised that if you put a sample of Jacksepticeye into a marvel movie you would get the most awesome movie and trailer ever known to man.
And yes, this is better than Superman vs Batman, aka generic and un-relatable boy scout vs boring and disconnected Gothic bat bastard. I hate those two… 'characters'…
2: Papyrus or Skelator?
Papyrus… I am a full fanboy for Papyrus…
3: What is your favourite comic book?
Marvel's Civil war… I think I have said enough.
Thank you for watching and I hope you are ready for the next mini arc: Ice trials. I have to include this because you know, more Gray, Nano, Doranbolt, Pause and shizzle stick. XD
Stay cool,
-viperhat
