Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.
She was visibly twitching. And she was sure hard enough to be considered jerking in place. After a month of being in hell, with only one visit back to her home. Which was only a day, much to her disamusement, it had happened. A battle had broken out. The little palace that was her 'lords' was in shambles. Completely filthy. There was debris everywhere, mixed with mud, blood, and she was sure gut and excrement from the smell. And in the middle of it all was her 'lord' Jackal. Standing tall and proud, tail swishing back and forth.
Of course, he too was covered from head to pawed feet in that disgusting smelling nastiness. His scarf and pants practically were gone, looking like an obscene pornography star. The proud look on his face spoke volumes. Making a small, tight and dark smile curl her lips. Eyes narrowing as she began to formulate a plan to get rid of it all. Because one thing she, Lucy Heartfilia, couldn't stand was a mess. Oh, she was legendary amongst her friends as having serious OCD issues were cleanliness was concerned.
Letting out a soft chuckle as Jackal turned to look at her, his triumph shining in his visible yellow eye, only to go still. She was sure she looked a sight at that moment. Because she too was covered in the visceral matter just as much as he was. His last explosion had done a number that even her magical shield could not protect her from the backlash. Mostly due to her still learning to use and master the odd magic. Which she had learned was Celestial Magic.
"Lucy?" Jackals said, his voice hesitant.
The way his face went from happy to horrified had her cackling like she'd gone mad. Something she was sure she was descending into rather rapidly. Being in Hell did something to a person. And Jackal was more than aware of her tendencies, as he loved to provoke them for his own amusement, wanting to punish her. That sadistic ass took great satisfaction in trying to make her lash out on small things, just so he could explode a part of her body. But he did like that she kept his small little palace clean and in order. Giving him another reason to be a lazy dog.
A nervous chuckle escaped his lips as he kept his gaze on her. Ears laying flat against his skull, tail now wrapped around one leg. Batting her eyes coyly, Lucy stalked towards him. Enjoying that she was making the Demon before her fearful. Glad that she took after her mother in not just looks, but her dark temperament. Her father gave her her sharp wit and the intelligence to use it. A fact she had taught the demon before her over the last month. There was no end to how creative she could be, or vengeful.
When he stepped back as she got closer, Lucy let the smile on her face get bigger, brighter and more sinister. She knew that Jackal was going to run. Letting her magic envelope her person, directing it to increase her speed and strength, she pounced on him just as he turned to get away from her. Tackling him to the ground with a loud grunt of discomfort. Feeling his pants slip from his waist as the material finally ripped the rest of the way. Giving her retribution filled eyes a good view of his toned ass. Not that she cared at the moment as she threaded her fingers into the fur that ran along his legs, pulling it.
The loud howl of pain echoed around the destroyed palace, across the lands that Jackal called his own and into the neighboring ones of his siblings. Letting the others in hell know that Lucy had gone off the deep end. Each aware of the battle that had just taken place. A smile curled the lips of just one sibling as their eyes lifted from the book they were reading. Feeling no sympathy or remorse for his little brother. Fully aware of the blondes extreme dislike for filth in any shape and form. Wondering if she would be dying Jackal's fur another brilliant color when she bathed him this time.