Hi everyone! Whilst in the midst of writing The Bounds of Sin, I actually got the plan to write a Jellal-centric story based on why he becomes the way I depicted him in that story. However, if you haven't read that story yet before you'd read this, that is not a problem as this story is in a way a long-winded prequel piece to that anyway!
This story will entail both pre-canon narrative and canon narrative, meaning I will be extensively covering Jellal's life from prior to his abduction, to abduction, to arriving at the Tower of Zeref, to after possession etc - and just going on until this story will reach it's fitting conclusion.
I'm going to be starting from practically the beginning of things, and from there working my way up so be warned this will be quite a long one that will take time to get to the canon parts and will be rather distressing and twisted to read, but it will all make sense when it starts to come together.
A LOT of head-canon will be used however I have crafted it in a way so that it can help fill in the existing plot holes with canon Jellal's character/plot and also because I want to give his drive for the Tower of Heaven more of solid reasoning and expand on why he was so obsessed over it rather than just leaving at 'he was possessed'.
With that being said though, of course, the possession and manipulation elements of Jellal's darkening will still exist (I am not omitting that for the plot in mind), but how it will be done…well you'll see what I have in plan when I get there.
I truly wish to do it in a way unprecedented and to keep you enthralled!
Just like any other story that has come from me, this one will not be one which is light-hearted. It's dark, gritty, eventually mature-themed, and will be more psychologically and philosophically focused whilst lacing quite a few more themes that I want to develop through the narrative I have in store.
Without further ado, I truly hope you enjoy the story I will bring forth!
-X764-
A woman with strikingly long midnight black hair cascading down her back in a low ponytail hummed softly as she nestled her face into the small form of life cradled into her body. Her curvaceous figure was supported by the large window frame of the master bedroom she stood beside as the moonlight shining through bathed the both of them in its shimmering rays.
And the magnificence of the heavens remained on display for all to see.
"Oh!"
"The stars are clearer for us to see tonight!"
She chirped with enthusiasm as she tilted the face of her 7-month-old child away from her bosom enough so he could get a better view of the sight she was seeing. It was something she realised he was incredibly fond of. His large deep brown eyes would always widen with wonder whenever it would come to the beloved pastime they shared of star gazing.
It wasn't something a mother and her child would usually do; she was aware of that. But possibly, due to her position as the Heavenly Priestess, her son must have also gained an affinity or interest for the celestial bodies.
Not that she was complaining though or anything.
In fact, the moments like this, just sitting or standing by to view the cosmos in all their grandeur with her adorable son, was something she enjoyed the most.
"Look, look!"
She pointed briefly as her large, gentle-looking olive green eyes widened from the myriad of divine beauty in sight.
The deep velvet hues of the night sky simply smattered with swirling tones of purple and the blues so dark it rivalled the depth of her own hair. All whilst being adorned by endless points of shimmering light that broke through the blanket of darkness in the most beautiful way. With the moon taking the centre point of the splendid sight; full, gleaming, and irresistible.
While all the colours came forth in a heavenly haze that did nothing but strike awe into her as she never got tired of the beauty which could be sighted.
As she remained captivated, she found her attention being stolen by the feeling of her lengthy tresses being pulled by the curious fingers of the azure-haired boy. She winced in a playful manner, lowering her head slightly to close the distance between the stubby fingers that pulled the midnight strands from her scalp.
"O-Ow, ow Jellal."
"I told you to stop pulling my hair so much!"
She expressed with a bit of a pout. Her cheeks puffed up like a little chipmunk to present her dissatisfaction with the mischievous doings of her child. But that didn't last long, as she saw the wide orbs of the child slowly breaking focus from her hair to the face that watched him.
The two of them had a small bout of staring to see who's actions would win over. Though, that didn't last long either. As the azure-haired boy solidified his win when his young features broke out with an innocent smile and a delighted squeal.
A curve formed on her shapely lips as she found her 'anger' was no match for the endearing sweetness of her son.
"Oh…"
"I can't stay mad at you..."
"You're too adorable!"
"My precious blueberry."
She laughed to herself before planting a slew of kisses over the supple moonlit skin of the child's face, effectively causing a slight blush to form against his creamy pale skin before she nuzzled into him again. Then, slowly, she pulled away from his grasp, watching his tiny fingers struggle to clutch the blueish black silk that escaped his hold.
"You're really fascinated with my hair."
She giggled with amusement as her own fingers that cradled his head started to gently rake through the small sprouting of azure hair, feeling how the strands moved against her fingers like the ebbing and flowing of the sea.
"Your hair, however."
"Is more like Papa's."
She remarked, continuing to swathe the hairs of the 7-month-old as her eyes observed his features. Something that never left the back of her mind was how much Jellal resembled his father.
The most common feature was the hair—deep azure like the breaking sky after a storm. Something which stuck out against the less vibrant and eye-catching tones of what she usually saw.
And whilst the hair was a major resemblance, she thought other features of the child seemed to hold something similar to her husband too. She couldn't tell what it was though.
But as a back thought.
Whenever she looked at Jellal,
She remembered his father.
Of course, that's not to say her son didn't share any resemblance to her. Rather they shared a similar complexion; creamy and fairer skin. And his eye colour seemed to be more like her deeper tone than his father's strikingly light caramel brown one. Also, his softness was taken from her too, rather than his dad's rugged looks.
But that being said, Jellal was not even a year old. So there was no knowing how he would turn out or whom he would resemble more in the coming years. But she knew she'd love him all the more regardless, as he was a blessing bestowed upon them through their love and trials.
And a delight the both of them wanted.
Especially her.
She sighed to herself as she felt a heaviness settle in her chest from recalling the 7 months that had somehow gone by without the presence of his father. Well, really, he had been gone for longer. But these 7 months, in particular, had been feeling strangely empty with the absence of the man who gave her this child.
Probably why she would try to satisfy her loneliness with the presence of her baby. Excessively doting over him to occupy her mind elsewhere. Just so she didn't focus on that hole in her heart that had grown larger with each passing day.
But finally.
That was all going to come to an end.
Whilst she continued her soothing touches to the child's scalp, her tranced attention was stolen from a small yawn that broke through from the young boy as he nestled deeper into her lengthy satin nightgown. Warmth melted the initial sadness she felt as her soft green orbs watched the incoming fatigue begin to lull the child away into a longed slumber.
"Sorry Jellal…"
"You're tired, aren't you?"
"I shouldn't have been keeping you up with me…."
She reprimanded herself as she knew she shouldn't have been taking her son away from the sleep he needed just for her own comfort. Her fingers continued to rake through the young boy's tufts of hair as her eyes fell towards the ground before another sigh left her being.
"I've just been quite nervous you know?"
"Papa's finally coming home tomorrow and I…."
"..Just haven't been able to sleep myself…."
She could feel her heart beating faster just from the mention of such. Her fingers became restless, wanting to twitch as she thought deeply about the coming day.
After being stalled for 7 months, they were finally going to meet. And the new chapter of their lives would surely start with all that had been done to make it worthwhile. Though, truthfully, he was meant to be back a month after Jellal's birth; however, some complications had occurred and pushed back their reunion.
But that was okay.
Because after tonight, the wait would finally be over.
"You're excited too aren't you?"
"It will be the first time you see Papa."
"And the first time he sees you."
She doted as she held the young boy closer to her body, feeling his weight increase as his large eyes wavered between being open and closed, as he gradually drifted off to sleep in his mother's hold once again, to which the woman smiled gently at.
"I bet he won't be able to believe what a cute child you are."
She gushed once again before taking one more chance to leave another peck on the side of her son's face. Her arms adjusted to hold him more securely as her grasp faltered a bit over time. Her sight looked up from the marble floor she had been peering at before letting out another sigh deep from her chest as she relayed her thoughts to the comfort of the night.
"This will be a new chapter for us."
"We'll finally be a proper family…."
The final words left her lips with a degree of heaviness, not because it was anything unwanted, but because the mere notion that such a thing was actually going to become a reality was still unfathomable for her to process.
To think, after living such a quiet life of her own, with the untimely death of her mother and only her ailing father to be of company…For there finally to be a new and revived dynamic in the bloodline, it was truly a thing of excitement!
From tomorrow, she would truly learn what it meant to be a wife and woman. She would learn, what it meant to share a mother's joy with her beloved husband. And to see with her own eyes how the course of fate would change, now that both of them would face it hand in hand.
Her heart drummed against her chest just at the thought of what the coming day would ensue. Her throat became tight as her large almond-shaped eyes glazed over with warm tears, just trying to imagine how it would be to finally reunite.
And be rid of this loneliness once and for all.
Though, before the desire to shed tears could break through, she let out a contented sigh. Her mind came back to reality as she looked through the window once again, to realise the once luminescent star-lit sky was being drowned through the approaching thickness.
Dark and shadowing tones had started to conceal the moon's radiance, disheartening the ravenette to some extent.
"Oh, the clouds have come back…"
But that must have been the cue from the heavens themselves that their speculation should have been over. And that it was time for the both of them to catch some rest and await the coming day fate had in store for them.
"I guess that means no more stars for us tonight."
She told the young child that was clutching onto the fabric of her gown whilst he nestled deeper into her warmth. However, she could feel a slight disturbance seize the young child, making him fidget a bit in her hold, to which she started to bounce herself lightly in a soothing motion whilst her hand immediately went to fingering through his tousled locks.
"Ah?"
"Are you cold?"
She asked. In response, she felt the young boy nuzzle into her further, which she took as the answer to what she needed to do.
"Let's get this window closed then."
Without wasting more time, she used one arm to keep the boy cradled against her whilst her slender fingers from her (now) free limb grabbed hold of the window doors and brought them to a neat close. The feeling of the crisp breeze that had aired out the room came to a halt and made her shudder from the temperature change.
As she finished securing the lock of the window, her free hand took a hold of the embroidered drapes situated around the frame, and gently pulled them towards the centre of the window. Whilst doing so, she watched the broken illumination that peered through the room gradually fade as the last rays of the moon kissed her skin before being shut away.
"Maybe tomorrow the three of us can watch them together instead."
"You would like that wouldn't you?"
"Mama would too."
"I actually know the perfect place for us to-"
Though, as the woman went on doting on her son, a strange chill seized with a presence, causing her to freeze up with rigidness as she heard something she wasn't expecting. Her thin brows furrowed with confusion as her ears pricked up at the pitter-patter of weight treading along somewhere.
And from what she could tell it seemed rather close.
'Huh?'
Her hold on the drapes stiffened with curiosity, pulling aside the fabric as she peered down to see where such a sound could have emanated. From what it sounded like, it was as if a bunch of people were marching elsewhere.
But to her surprise, when she looked down from the height of the bedroom, she found no trace of presence. The narrow winding streets that spread to the city from the palace, were as deserted as they'd generally be on a night like this.
Which put even more confusion into her mind.
'That's odd.'
Was she hearing things by any chance?
"I must be more tired than I thought…"
She quietly justified, her fingers gripped against the pleats of the drapes in uncertainty as her eyes scanned once more to find if she had missed any detail regarding the sound. Finally, when she was satisfied with her lack of findings, she gave a sigh and decided it most likely was her imagination that was playing up.
"Let's get to bed then-"
However, as the ravenette was shutting the drapes with real intent, the sound of a startling slam had her frozen stiff on the spot.
'!'
Immediately her heart started pumping wildly as her ears clearly distinguished that sound.
'What's going on?'
Her blood rushed with evident fear as the hold on her baby tightened in apprehension. Her fingers crumpled into the soft fabrics that adorned the boy as the child had been stolen out of any slumber which tried to encroach him from the sudden ruckus.
Turning around in a panic, she barely had a moment's time to process anything before another slam came and sounded directly in the drums of her ears, followed by a violent gust of wind that seized her still as it chilled her to the bone.
With the door of the master bedroom having been flung open, her eyes couldn't help but notice the group of hulking figures that were crowded around the room's entrance.
Her heartbeats were rash, given the uncalled presence of such beings in the confines of her own chamber. However, she soon understood exactly who they were when she saw the insignia embroidered on their clothing.
The second highest members in the civil force in Almeta.
All of them.
Donned in the standard plain, shadowy tones of the uniform as the renowned coat of arms of the country stuck out proudly. Depicted by the revered goddess Seren watching over them on her throne, while the 7 stars aligned around her to symbolise the 7 chiefs that had been blessed with the privilege of overseeing and protecting the nation.
Whilst all guarding members of the capital wore such, what set these men apart from the standard watchman was the golden emblems they had hanging down from their crests, recognising their incessant merits for the country and the level of servitude given over years of dedication.
That sort of accolade was not given to just anyone. No, these emblems were proof of the capital's gratitude for these specific efforts.
Even with the lack of light in the room, she could still see the presence of the polished metal shining against the dark fabrics of the uniform
Confusion played on her delicate features, unable to conceive why guards of such eminence would come to her chamber. Really their duties weren't disclosed or seen as compared to the regular guards of the nation, as they were known to act in secrecy due to how elite of a standing they held in the capital.
They weren't ever seen to go anywhere unless dire circumstances or a major threat had appeared against the safety of the citizens.
But then that made her question…
…Why would they have come here?
As the question troubled her inside, she couldn't stop herself from feeling a bit of a knot forming in her stomach from their sudden appearance.
Even though she knew she had nothing of interest which even remotely resembled anything sought from their usual affairs, she didn't know why; she still couldn't help but have an unsettling pang in her gut that had a bad feeling about this encounter
She could hear the young boy beginning to whimper and sniffle, evidently disturbed by the unforeseen change in atmosphere. Her fingers subconsciously tried to soothe the child before he could erupt into a tearful mess, despite her own heart beating hard against her chest.
And she felt the pound only become more violent as the silence was cut through with the announcement she heard next.
"Kaileen Fernandes."
With her name being sounded in the dead of the darkness, she felt the hairs on her skin raise as she swallowed thickly.
What was it they could want with her?
By the tone she had been spoken to, she couldn't decipher anything other than stoic words. All of which addled her further and had her heart drumming away impatiently as her throat felt like it was closing in.
"Y-Yes officer?"
She just about choked out. Her hushed yet strained breaths rang roughly against her ears as her wide orbs stared towards the ground in anticipation of what was to come next. Her hands discreetly fumbled more to try and soothe her stirring child and keep her mind occupied from overthinking.
However, that only gave her a moment of deceptive calmness,
Until what she heard next.
" You are under arrest for being a direct accomplice to capital offence. "
It was then she felt everything in her body become exceedingly heavy. Unable to do anything other than feel the breaths she managed growing shallow as her mind struggled to process what was being said to her.
"W-What?"
Capital offence?
What were they on about?
Why would she, out of all people, be someone to partake in crime against the nation?
A nation she wanted nothing but goodness for. And oversaw herself with her standing as the sole daughter of one of the eminent chiefs of the country and as the appointed priestess.
Not to mention, what even capital offence could they have been talking about?
The only one she knew of in her lifetime had been the incident which had occurred 7 months ago. That being an instigated attack on the country from a foreign party, to which she certainly could have had no correlation to.
What was actually going on?
"I-I h-haven't-!"
Confusion continued to spill from her quivering lips as she looked up from the marble she had been staring at. Her features were nothing short of distraught as her fingers subconsciously gripped tighter onto the young boy still in her hold.
Without realising, her feet started to shuffle backwards in response to the men dressed like shadows who had started approaching her. Her whole being was seized by a quiver as a chill went down her spine from the words that still struggled to make sense to her.
And to her misfortune,
"Given the evidence we've collected,"
With what was to be revealed to her next,
"Your husband Rais Fernandes,"
Only more misery would ensue.
"Has been uncovered as the leading culprit regarding the attempted attack on Almeta seven months ago."
It was then and there that she felt her heart come to a vivid stop. The breaths she had scarcely managed came to a halt as a new weight fell onto her panic-induced mind. Everything suddenly felt light and dizzy as she could barely process what was being said.
What was she hearing?
Her husband?
Jellal's father?
Rais?
Him being the one who was behind the attempted raid on the nation?
And on top of that,
The leading operator?
"N-No…"
That…
"N-No n-no no…."
That was absurd!
"Under suspicion of collusion, immediate orders have been made to detain you and take you for further interrogation."
She could feel her vision closing in, her brain rushed with all kinds of emotions, the most prevalent being fear. Her heart beat vividly as she shook her head in denial of what was relayed to her.
"T-This h-has got to be a m-mistake!"
She tried to appeal, her voice breaking through terror with tears that threatened to choke her as she saw the distance being closed between her and the intruders. A back thought in her mind made her tread backwards cautiously. Away from the ill intentions she could sense as her hold tightened on her child protectively
"R-Rais w-wouldn't have done that!"
"H-He couldn't have done that!"
That couldn't have been possible. He had been on an expedition alongside other members of the nation for a work ordained by the capital's governance itself. So how could he have been the one to orchestrate a plan like that?!
But her pleas fell on deaf ears as she found herself cordoned off in a dark corner of the room. The multitude of guards surrounded her as her back hit against one of the burly men that sought to keep her from moving elsewhere.
"We told you we have the evidence."
"So shut the fuck up."
"And don't make this difficult."
Speaking with an evidently irritated tone, the words were literally spat at her. Causing the ravenette to whimper as tears beaded out of her distraughtly wide orbs and leaked down her increasingly pale skin.
"P-Please!"
"T-This can't be true!"
She cried out in avid desperation, but to her misfortune, none of her words was even thought to be heeded. Instead, they only irked the tension in the room further. And no sooner did she see it acted upon as she saw a pair of unforgiving hands lunge towards her. making the woman jolt with shock.
"W-What are you doing?"
She could barely manage as her hold on her young boy drew him closer to her, having picked up the notion of where those hands had been targeting. It seemed even her child noticed too as his tiny fingers gripped onto her being tighter than ever.
However, that wasn't enough to stop the inevitable.
When one pair of arms failed to obtain what was sought, another couple from a guard nearby seized the child's body with a rough grip. Yanking the azure-haired boy from his mother's warmth whilst his fingers tried to desperately cling to the soft fabrics of her gown before it was ripped away from him.
"J-Jellal!"
With the removal of her young child from her fidgeting grasp, Kaileen's panic became starkly apparent. Tears streamed down her cold face as her mind felt like it was reduced to a blur with what was happening.
"W-Why are you taking my son?"
The question left her lips filled with fright, her hands desperate to attain the feeling of her child again in her arms as she reached for him in the midst of the guards, only to feel a merciless weight grab hold of her arm. And pull her to the side as she soon felt a chilling bulky metal being tightened around the small of her wrists.
Her tear-hazed orbs caught a glimpse of the unforgiving steel that had been put on her without warning. A pained gasp left her lips as a bruising pressure was applied to her delicate appendages which showed no sign of letting up.
Everything in the moment got progressively loud, whilst everything felt so surreal. Her mind was working up to a frenzy as her breaths started to quicken with vivid trepidation which gave no notion of taming.
Rather, it worsened, as the sound of her child erupting into a shrill cry stole what was left of her rushing thoughts.
'!'
The young boy's voice pierced into the thick of the night as he was savagely handled. No care was taken at all to tend to the child's delicate needs. Simply held as the minimum as they started escorting him out of the room.
And his heightening wails for his mother's comfort increased with desperation.
"S-Stop!"
"Y-You're h-hurting him!"
Her heart panged from hearing the sheer amount of pain that was present in her son's cries. Both the emotional and physical distress that she could sense as his lament became alarming.
Nothing like anything she had heard before.
And that alone had her trembling from what was to come from through the conduct of these brutes.
"P-Please!"
Her fears were confirmed by the brutal words that scoffed about her request
"Like anyone could give a damn…"
Kaileen felt an incomprehensible level of horror settle inside her from hearing such a thing being mercilessly spoken.
How could they not have consideration for a child? He was such a young thing, he couldn't be of any harm to anyone. Yet they treated him like this?
What kind of monsters were they?!
Alerted by the evident threat, the ravenette's struggle increased with passion. Her hands tried to free themselves from the bruising grip that grew tighter from each move she made against it. Pain shot through her restricted limb as fear battled against her adrenaline.
But she still kept on trying.
The sound of her child's growing anguish was enough to abate the crippling terror that had sought to consume her. Her blood rushed with nothing other than the sheer will to protect her beloved son as her own voice raised in octaves in response to his distress.
"G-GIVE HIM BACK TO ME!!"
Kaileen's voice grew with demand as her body was solely controlled by a mother's love.
She tried to fight her way against the odds that fiercely opposed her, thrashing about to make way through the guards that barricaded her. But all her attempts proved futile, as her head was pulled back into a threatening hold whilst her mouth was covered in a smothering grip.
"I knew she would be a pain in the ass."
Her hairs pricked up from feeling those words breathed against her neck. Her eyes widened with agony as she could feel pressure being applied to her jaw that was near crushing. Yet that didn't do anything to silence the cries she could hear and which her mind singled out as she watched as her son was taken further away from her proximity.
Tension seized her for a split second as the grip on her body became unforgivingly heavy.
Though determined with an indomitable will, she did what was probably the most foolish thing to do in the scenario.
But in her mind,
It was the most necessary.
Without warning, her mouth widened against the hand that tried to hush her. Her teeth bared with undeniable intent before she clamped down onto the calloused skin of the rough hand with no time to waste.
"AGH!"
She dug in deeper and harder, trying to put all her weight into the attack as she felt blood quickly being drawn out and tasted the metallic tones pervading her mouth.
" YOU FUCKING BITCH !"
It wasn't long until her retaliation had done enough damage to which she had to be finally let go.
Blood dripped down her chin and onto the soft fabric of her gown as she threw her cuffed limbs against the faces of the guards who barricaded her way whilst aggressively spitting out the foul taste of foul copper which was sickening to her senses.
However, her attack did not seem to have been enough on its own. Simply enough to disorient, if anything. Yet, with the rush in her blood and the dire need to get away, she pulled her weight together and knocked her bound appendages several times over, widening her advantage in that short period.
Once having made enough of a way for herself to dash out, her legs had immediately started to leg in the direction where she could hear Jellal's shrieks echoing in urgency. However, before she could even get a few steps away from her assailant, she felt a brutal retaliation of their own taking place.
An ear-splitting scream ripped out of her throat as she felt her tresses were viciously yanked. Fresh tears pricked her already distraught glazed orbs as the impact sought to pull her back into the lion's den. Her body already wanted to submit to the pain it was enduring.
But she knew she couldn't.
Not when her son and she were in danger.
Not when she didn't wish to find out what fate was in store for her should she let fear overwhelm her now.
With what strength she could muster, she pushed on forward.
Pulling herself against the force which opposed her as she could hear parts of her hair being ripped out whilst her cries of anguish rose with the pressure she fought with. Her low ponytail became loose, flowing behind her in a dishevelled mess as she finally tore herself away from the hand that violated her.
But her release was only met with more misery, as she soon felt a sharp pain come in direct contact with her groin,. The impact being so severe, it was enough to knock any breath clinging inside her out with the unforgiving blow.
Her throat choked on its cries as she soon felt blood trickling down her legs in such an amount which she couldn't ignore nor she couldn't be concerned over.
Kaileen could feel her body becoming incredibly light. The strike from the guard's armoured kneecap at her pelvic region was enough to make the support she had of her legs falter as she keeled over in response. Her throat burned with the presence of bile from how deep, and raw the hit was. She gagged strongly as a result.
Her injuries were accumulating to a worrying degree. Her being the delicate thing she was with no previous experience of such abuse, the violence took a toll on her more than she thought to manage. Her body was turning in on itself and she could feel the adrenaline rush slowly dissipating as agony won.
Her vision, which had once been frantic and alert, had now grown weighted and darker by the minute.
But yet,
She still tried to resist.
As she could hear her baby crying. She could hear him calling out to his mother, desperate for her to save him from whatever evil intentions those savages had in store for them.
And that she had to do.
That she would do.
In her mind, she had one answer that could save them both. Her shaky fingers twitched with the presence of energy being channelled as she turned herself and readied into a stance to use that which was considered generally forbidden.
Magic .
That which was said to be evil.
And was told to bring nothing but lawlessness.
Yet the gods had blessed only a few beings with such divine abilities for the need to protect the nation from those that wished to harm it.
Though it could be argued that this would have been an abuse of the blessing, Kaileen only wished that deep down she'd be forgiven as this was the last resort she could manage to protect them with now she had the chance.
With her son being so close in proximity before, she had ruled out the thought of using such entirely as it was too risky for him to be exposed to such, especially not knowing what implications could follow.
And she'd never have forgiven herself if she was the one to cause harm to him through her own doings.
Even if it was for their own good.
But now, given the separation between them, this was more than enough space she needed to use her abilities without having to trade for her son's safety.
Her body shook as she tried to bring her trembling fingers together in formation to cast a spell. What was left of her clouding mind tried to focus on directing her magic potential. Her stance was barely formidable as her bodily injuries took a toll on her ability to prepare a steady cast.
Yet, before she could even manage the coming surge that announced the successful channelling of her powers, she felt her body was violently thrown down onto the cold marble underneath.
Her head spun wildly as an immediate contusion formed on the side of her forehead from the impact.
She felt blood seeping down her aggressively, her body becoming even lighter as each breath she took hurt her more than the last. The sound of heavy footsteps approaching rang in her ears loudly as pitiful cries left her own lips in response to her agony.
"Trying to use your blessings against the order of the gods?"
"And you claim yourself to be innocent…."
Kaileen barely had a chance to process the meaning of such words before she felt an unforgiving blow imprinted into her body by the steel-toed boots of the guards. Her quivering fingers were crushed under a punishing pressure as they fell limp and were rendered useless. Thick blood spewed out of her lips as she felt her body being kicked over, again and again.
Simply beaten out any sense of rebellion she could have had with no cease.
"Fucking traitor."
Her body was overwhelmed with harsh punishment as blood stained her once pristine satin dress and porcelain skin. Hot tears mixed with the blood that ran down her face as her hair matted from spreading crimson and stuck to her uncomfortably. The heaviness in her eyes slowly came to a close as she could hear the sounds of her beloved son slowly drowning out as they moved further away from her.
"N..No…"
Whilst amid her unconsciousness starting to settle in, the only thought that remained in her weak mind was the cries of her child.
And how she had failed him.
Burning blood spewed out of her throat again as she croaked out the last word she could manage in relation to her consciousness.
"Jel..lal…"
And then…
It all went black.
Author's Note:
Just to clear up any misconceptions formed, where I've decided Jellal is from is not anywhere around the canon locations in Fairy Tail, the reason being as it will become a very big factor as to why he becomes obsessed with the concept of freedom in the coming chapters with what is to come!
Also...since I forgot to include this first time around (again-), just to make sure I cover myself, I own nothing of Fairy Tail, the characters or anything more, that is all of Hiro Mashima's intellectual & creative property, all I just own parts of the plot/head-canon and characters I have crafted for this story.
Thank you for taking the time to read this first chapter, I hope you will enjoy that which is to ensue!