Mirajane II

In hindsight, Mirajane figured it would have been prudent for her to find out about the geography of Naggaroth before striking out to find its capital. She considered herself lucky that there was a road for her to follow, or she would probably be lost rather quickly. But after about half a day of travel, she eventually made it to the city of Naggarond.

The S-Class mage wasn't sure whether she should be terrified, or awed by the city. She figured that both feelings were perfectly fitting. It was truly a monstrous city, with towering spires that had purple fire coming out of them. Its walls were as jagged as the rocks that it was built on, and dark clouds hung over it, as massive waves crashed against the cliffside. And yet at the same time, it had an otherworldly aura to it, that made Mirajane's jaw drop.

Shaking her head slightly to clear it, Mirajane pushed her mount forward. Soon enough she came close to the gate, which was framed by two massive towers. A shiver went up Mira's spine, as she saw what looked like bodies crucified on the walls battlements. Realizing that a white haired human probably wouldn't be well received, Mirajane tried to remember the face of one of the elves she took down, and transformed before advancing towards the gate.

"Halt!" Mira looked up, to see a guard standing on the wall over her, wearing similar amor to the one the mage was wearing.

"Who approaches the gate?"

"Back from patrol!" Mirajane lied.

"No patrol has been sent out," the guard said.

"I'm just following orders," Mirajane said, "If you don't know about them, its your problem, not mine."

"You want to tell the commander why the patrol was sent out?" Mira asked with a scowl, "So that he can tell his Majesty why his plans may have been delayed? I'd rather the anger go at you than me." The guard was silent for a time.

"Open the gates!" Mira tried not to show her sigh of relief, as they opened, allowing her to enter.

Based on what the Take-Over Mage had heard, she expected to be met by a grim and thoroughly unpleasant environment, and she was met by exactly that. The streets were filled the sound of chains, whips, and cackling. Elves flopped around with big mugs of alcohol, laughing, as enchained people walked around baring drinks. Mirajane's jaw tightened, tempted to rampage across the city immediately. But she remembered her goal, and knew that doing that wouldn't help. With that in mind, she took a deep breath, and advanced down the streets.

Something Mirajane and to consider now, was the fact that maintaining her transformed form was gradually siphoning off her magical energy. To that end, she needed to consider getting a different disguise. Mirajane then noticed another warrior marching down the road, dressed in a more ornate suit of armor, that included a mask. Quickly knowing that it would be far better to wear something like that, Mirajane dismounted her lizard, and started following this warrior. It took a few minutes for them to get out of the less crowded streets, but eventually the warrior seemed to really he was being followed.

"Is there a problem, soldier?" the warrior asked, turning towards Mira.

"Not all," Mira said, "Just admiring your armor."

"Then admire it somewhere else," the warrior said, "Piss off." He then turned to keep going only, to be struck in the back of the head by Mira's Satan Soul. She quickly changed out of her previous armor, and into this new armor, which hid her face better. Looking around from the alley, she hurried out, but she didn't get far before she heard someone yelling.

"What're you doing here?!" Mirajane looked over her shoulder to see a soldier in a similar armor to the one she had stolen approaching her.

"I…"

"The King will be making his address in less than hour," the warrior said, "Stop wandering and get back to the Tower!" Mirajane didn't have time to say anything, as she was suddenly pushed forward. She had thought she had being lead to a palace, but what she saw could certainly not be called a "palace". It was a colossal tower, with a razor sharp point, that had a purple flame lit atop it. Once again, Mira was't sure if she was supposed to be horrified, or amazed.

When they arrived at the Tower, Mirajane saw several other guards standing in formation. Once they got into the formation, Mira was forced to march with them into the tower, and up the stairs. Soon enough, they were in a massive hall. The hall was decorated with pieces of armor, and the skulls of various beasts that Mira had never seen before. At the end of the hall was a raised pedestal with a deep black throne on it; hanging over the throne was a symbol that looked like a helmeted skull crossed with two swords. Moving throughout the hall were various elves dressed in ornate black robes and crowns. If Mirajane had to guess, she would guess they were nobles.

"Take formation!" the guard commander instructed. The guards assembled a line across the walls, with Mira doing the best to mimic what they were doing. There was then a massive banging going out throughout the room. The banging was coming from an elf dressed in black robes. Mirajane didn't need to guess to notice a herald when she saw it.

"Hail Malekith! King of Naggaroth, Ulthuan, and all elf kind!" Malekith was a tall figure, a full head taller than Laxus, with broad shoulders. But his armor was what really caught Mirajane's eye. It was thoroughly ornate, that was a deep black, with gold lining, and a flowing red cape behind him. He was wearing a tall helmet that had splaying horns that looked almost like antlers, that were lined with gold. A golden mask that had a scowling expression covered his face, save for his eyes, which were a piercing green. A sword was at his hip. His presence commanded for more than just authority.

"Hail King Malekith!" the nobility sounded. Mira clenched her fists at the sight of the person she vowed to defeat. Malekith walked down the hall, his hands clenched behind his back. One nobleman came up to him.

"Your Majesty," he said, "I wish to…" He was suddenly downed when Malekith back handed him with his fist, sending the nobleman to the ground.

"Speak when spoken to," he said plainly, stepping over the noble's downed body. He then walked through the hall, as the rest of the nobility parted in deference. The guards all knelt before their king, and Mirajane knew to do the same. As the king moved by him, his presence was down right smothering. Mirajane struggled not to shake in anger. Fortunately, the dark elf kept walking, towards the throne, sitting down, putting his clawed gloves over the armrests.

"Now, what must be brought to me?" he asked. The same guy who was walloped in the face quickly approached the throne, kneeling.

"Your Majesty, if I may?" Malekith waved his approval.

"The slave drivers did not report back when they should have," the lord said, "With your permission, I would send a battalion to seek them out."

"No need," Malekith said, "What's a few lost meatbags. We will get new ones without issue. Next!"

For some time, Mirajane just watched as Malekith was approached by various nobles and officials. They brought up everything form asking for favors to giving reports. Mirajane had taken jobs for clients like that, who looked for anyway they could get a leg up with the big man in charge. All the while, she considered her potential actions. She obviously couldn't charge Malekith right where she was, since while she could maybe take the guards, she didn't know what Malekith could do. If the slaves she freed were right, he was powerful. As it turned out, she wouldn't need to, as Malekith suddenly stopped looking at the noble currently addressing him.

"Silence!" he ordered. The entire rome was exactly that, as Malekith slowly stood up from his throne. He then reached down, and drew his sword. It was made of a strange black metal, with gold embedded in it.

"We have an intruder" Malekith said, pointing his sword… straight at Mirajane. All eyes were immediately on her, including the guards. The woman immediately knew she had no other choice.

With a cry, she assumed Satan Soul, blasting away the armor she was wearing. the guards didn't even have a chance to react, as the shockwave sent most of them careening away. The nobles all recoiled back in shock, though Malekith himself didn't move. Several of the guards that weren't knocked back charged at Mirajane. However, Mirajane held up her hands, and released a blast of energy at them, sending them tumbling away. She then turned towards Malekith, flaring her wings at him.

"Stand down!" Malekith ordered suddenly, "I'll deal with her myself." He then descended the throne, undoing his cape. He then pointed his sword at her.

"Why are you here, creature?" he asked calmly.

"I'm hear to save the poor people you're keeping in chains!" Mirajane declared. Malekith snorted at that.

"How noble of you," he sneered, "I'm going to enjoy felling you like the vermin you are."

"You're a monster!" Mira snapped.

"Use your power, not your words," Malekith answered. That was all the invitation Mirajane needed, she gathered dark energy in her claws.

"Evil Explosion!" Mirajane said, releasing her signature attack at Malekith. The nobility all screamed and dove out of the way. Malekith however didn't move, as he held up his sword, and then brought it down as the orb of dark magic came at him. The sword cut right through the enchantment, causing it to vanish.

"What?" Mira gasped in horror.

"I don't know what this powers is, but Destroyer cuts through even the greatest enchantment," Malekith hissed, spinning his sword through his hands, "You're magic is useless in such a fight." Of course, that was far from the only thing Mira could do, as she leapt at Malekith, bringing down her claws. He blocked it with his sword, but Mira kicked before he could do anything. The force pushed him back, but he quickly recovered, and leapt at Mira, swing his sword, who moved out of the way. She then swung her claws at him again, though the claws were deflected by his armor. Mira was then forced back to avoid a strike from Malekith's sword.

"I'll admit, I'm impressed," he said, taking a step back, rolling his shoulders, "In the millennia I've been on this world, even I have never seen this kind of magic."

"I don't care," Mira said, "I'll still beat you!"

"Come now," Malekith said, gesturing with his sword, "Perhaps we can talk this over?"

"I'm a Fairy Tail mage!" Mira declared, "And Fairy Tail mag…" She couldn't finish as a shot of pain went through her body, causing her to tumble to the ground. She weakly looked up, and saw a woman dressed in black, with a sinister expression on her face. Mira could also see Malekith pointing, but she couldn't understand what he was saying, as Mira lost conscious.

Note: Mira's been captured by Malekith and Morathi. Well that's just terrific.

I figured I'd give you a longer chapter than the last one. Let it be said that I'm using the design that is apparently going to be used for Malekith in Total War: Warhammer 2. I'm using the design of Morathi that I saw pictures of on the Warhammer wiki. For the record, the guards in question were the Black Guard of Malekith.

People have been asking about the other characters, particularly Gajeel and Levy. I'll take this as an opportunity to say that the story will be divided into a Part 1, Part 2, and so forth. That's all I'll say about that for now.

Please review, seriously. Next chapter we'll see Gray.