I got no excuses… Just been slugging through life.
But hey! New chapter! That's good… right?
Anyways, since someone complained to me earlier about it, I'll say it again; I don't own Fairy Tail or its Original Ideas/Characters, only my own.
That being said, I have added onto it's 'Lore' and made it more diverse and darker than the original… so expect a lot more blood gore, cursing, death, ruin and destruction, yada yada… You get the idea.
Lets get on with this crap.
Natsu's Pov
I take a quick glance at my armor. Long gash, not too deep, but enough to cut the Fairy Tail mark in the center of my breastplate in two. I meet my asselents glare, before letting out my threatening roar.
"You looking for an invitation? Come at me!" I bellow, my dark eyes meeting with his rabid blue ones for a brief moment before I took off in a sprint towards him.
In a brief moment of nostalgia, I remember how far I have come to get to this moment. In years past, running like this would barely drain any of my stamina in short distances but get me slightly winded if I ran at this pace for an entire marathon, but now it's almost second nature to run this fast. But, I rip myself back to the present, and give a hollow grin.
"Armament's Pulverizing Slash!" Shouts the Butcher, lashing out with the cleaver blade that carved the gash in my chestpiece, the bloody blade's edge now glowing a faint ruby color against the crimson of the carnage on the weapon gives away the magic. Armament Magic isn't that bad to deal with, if the user isn't anywhere near a liquid, the usual cases are Water and Mercury, but there are cases of molten metal, poison, and in the Butcher's case, blood, being used. But due to his weapon choice and how he defeats his opponents, there is no shortage of blood for him to harden himself with or enhance his weapons with.
"Re-Equip; Breaker's Edge!" I cry out, a large kite shield forming on my arm. It's a 5 foot long and 3 foot wide diamond shaped shield, with a wavy, jagged edge that looks like a mix of lightning bolts, broken glass, and sharpened waves of black steel along the edge of the orange and black shield. A cross of black steel goes from each point on the diamond shaped shield and meets in the center, where a crimson and silver bordered symbol waits. It has a jagged bolt like piece running over the top and left edge, and an arrow shaped wing bit below it, but smack in the center, is the Fairy Tail symbol in crimson and silver.
With Breaker's Edge, I catch the giant weapon in between some of the waves and spines going along the edge of the shield, and twist, trying to either disarm him or break his weapon. Soon, it becomes a test of might, his own against mine, his blade against my shield.
The scream of metal breaking, the creaking and shattering sound broke our struggle. Several gray shards hit the stone floor, as well as a pair of jagged black spines. I look, seeing that Breaker's Edge did it's job, despite suffering some damage. The edge on the center of the long cleaver like weapon was broken, and cracks lined the middle of the blade and reached from tip to fuller.
"Yo… You bastard!" The Butcher hissed, his ivory teeth bared as he studies the damage done to his blade. After a second, he seemed to deem the clever like blade unusable, and throws it lazily in my direction.
I step to the side, letting the massive blade lodge into the ground next to me, only to raise up Breaker's Edge to deflect a carving knife that would have ripped open my jugular. I jump back, and assess the scene, giving myself some space to breathe and think.
I assess the situation, noting that with his anger, the Butcher is now sloppier, but he has gotten faster and more violent, putting more force behind his strikes, judging from the way he took that swipe at me.
Good, I backed him where I am strongest; My enemies head full of rage and giving it their all, till I tire them out and beat them down without breaking a sweat. With this in mind I can go into my usual fighting style of - SWEET MERCIFUL MAVIS' ANUS, WHAT THE FUCK?!
"RAAAGH!" Was the only response to my thoughts that I got. I leap back, landing near Jellal, and swap out Breaker's Edge for a different weapon.
"Re-Equip; Chaac!" I cry out, and sweep with the weapon that forms in my hands, forcing the Butcher to leap away instead of at me. He lands, his teeth bared, and flaunts his knives, both coated in the gleaming crimson of enhanced blood, as are his fists and most of his torso. More blood is splashed on other parts of himself, making improv armor to face me. Smart play on his part, Armament Magic is in its base form, an armor that is as strong as your mana pool and will, and it is the most flexible, lightest and over all grand type of armor, but in a trained warriors hands, can also be the most deadly sword and shield like combination ever.
I spin Chaac, and flaunt the polearm. The bronze and black halberd was well weighted, and finely crafted. It had a long bronze spear head like spike coming from the tip of the long black metal pole, with a bronze crescent shaped axe head on one end, and a black hammer head with bronze spikes coming out of the other side. The opposite end of the polearm hand a blunt bludgeoning tool, lined with bronze studs and a smaller bronze spike tipping the end.
I twirled the eight foot long halberd, before casting a spell upon it, "Hellfire Dragon Secret Art; Dark Inflamement." and I watch as the edges and spikes of Chac glow with maroon Hellfire, leaving a purple and crimson afterglow from the hellfire.
The Butcher growls, sounding more feral and like a beast than he does like a man, and rushes at me, spinning the carving knives as he advances wildly, jumping side to side in a crazed dodging maneuver so I won't be able to hit him with a simple strike, and keeping his next move a secret.
I can only scoff internally as I plant the spike bottom of Chaac in between the stonework of the floor, and let my blood boil with the familiar sensation that came with me using Hellfire Dragon Slayer or Fire Dragon Slayer magic.
"Fire Dragon; Scorched Earth!" I cry out, slamming my palms onto the stone brick floor, the dark gray ignited with the glowing orange and yellow flames springing from the mortar between the slabs of stone in front of me in a 5 foot hemisphere radius. The flames throw the Butcher off his wild dodging, and he stumbles forward.
"Hellfire Dragon's Secret Art; Behemoth Pillar!" I shout, rising up, raising a fist into the air, causing a 30 foot pillar of the maroon and scarlet flames to rise up and uppercut the Butcher, scorching his chest and chin.
"Night Dragon; Blink!" I snarl, and teleport in a burst of shadows above him, Chaac clutched in my fists in a prepared overhead strike.
"Hellfire Storm Dragon Secret Art; Damning Thunder!" I roar out, the hellfire edge of the weapon flaring out with my magic, and lightning of a dark red and gold color crackle along the entire length of the weapon as I bring it down in a crushing strike, the axe head slamming the Butcher back to the burning stone floor and the metal grates with a sickening thud.
I land a few feet away, and turn, looking to the Executioner, spinning the energy around in Chaac before launching it like a javelin towards where he teleports to next, pinning him by his left shoulder to the wall, the spear head and axe head tip of the Halberd holding him there as the lightning saps his strength and the hellfire damages the edges of his gray tunic.
I turn around, and see Jellal being helped up by a massive Trold wearing roots and wood, Lisanna tearing away at the pitiful defences of the Warlock with her Manticore Soul. Triggerfinger is down, surrounded with an arrow in her shoulder. Jester has been captured, and the Assassin dead, courtesy of Otar L'utook and his Maahes 'Quwik'.
"Dragneel!" Hisses a voice, a sound similar to a deep male voice but mixed with a serpents and a snarling sea beast. I turn, and look upon the massive being that is Onkar the Undying.
The figure is nearly 8 feet tall with broad shoulders and muscles rippling across his frame. That is all that looks human about him. His eyes were solid poison green, no iris or pupil, just the acidic green that dripped out with burning tears. His teeth were all razors, like sharks, and were barely contained within his mouth as he snarled. A massive beard of bluish hair was tied off into three sections, two smaller ties on either side of a larger one that was tied in the center, below his chin. His hair was turned into a massive wave of grape purple tendrils that waved about with his fury, and six larger ones emerged from the base of his neck. From the center of his skull, two large black twisting and ribbed horns emerged, and a fleshy blue sail with small spikes divided the two before it reached the tentacle mane. His torso is exposed, showing off navy colored rigged plates on his stomach and pectoral muscles, while his shoulders and back were covered in bumps and wart like wine colored scaly skin, and a pair of giant eldritch looking demon wings sprouted from his back, folded horrifically on his back. Fin like sails emerged from his elbow to just above his wrist, similar to the one on his head, and were stopped from going further by a pair of shackles around his wrists. Ribbed scales, similar to the ones on his chest and stomach, covered his fingers which ended in twisted claws. His waist, loins, and thighs were covered by a layered waist wrap, held up by a barnacle covered belt. His legs, from what can be seen, are covered in the same warty skin, and have another set of sail like fins similar to his arms and head one, starting under the back of the knee and going down to before his tarsometatarsus. As for that unknown bone I just said, allow me to explain; he doesn't have human feet, rather, they look like demented dragon/avian feet, covered in the ribbed scales like his hands and stomach, along with three useful toes and a middle toe that end in thick twisted claws, similar to his hands. A massive tail emerges from the waist wrap, split into both the ribbed scales and bumpy wart like wine skin, with more fins and tentacles flowing off it in a massive cross between a purple swordfish, shark tail and octopus.
Oh, and he had a teenager by the throat. The teen had a large scarf around his neck, the gray fabric flowing over his shoulders like a pair of thin capes. A black leather trench coat with a purple hoodie under it sat on his torso and fitted black pants clung to his legs. Combat boots of a similar black hugged his feet that flailed in the air, which by the look of his pale face turning blue, he was lacking. His black shaggy hair hung in his face, and his teeth were grit, showing off his canines and saliva drooling down his face from his struggle.
I growl, and throw a fireball towards the massive monster holding up the lanky 5'5" kid. The beast grunts as it hits his elbow, and he drops Vale… and turns to me, ready to fuck me up.
Hehe… someone is in danger, and it might be me.
AND DONE! Hell yeah! Alright… I will be honest, I won't post for a bit, but if I get some serious love, it might be in less than a month, depending on how much I get.
Anyways, Seeya you beautiful daughtersofbastards/sonsofbitches!
-DSoNaH