Hey, this is the nocturnal guy. Yup, I have been waking up at night and sleeping during the day…
Fuck my life.
But this is the next and final chapter of this little project I wanted to do. I am still having some trouble with the TOI chapter so sorry but this will have to do for now. This chapter will be from the point of view from the deceased characters as they see what happens after their death. Obviously that means that more and more characters will be joining in as time goes on so this will be one of the longest chapters I have ever written.
'Normal fucking piece of shit text format' Dead people POV.
'Bold fucking piece of shit text format' What the dead people are looking at.
Hopefully I do not die from from this… XD
LET'S READ!
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(Lamia Scale)
The intense red flames licked the side of his face as he looked up to see just beyond the thick cloud of black smoke, he stifled a gasp, the mere sight of the figure looming just out of his sight enough to paralyse his body with utter dread. It was like the blood in his body had stilled and frozen over and his muscles tensed and seized in place like they were turning into stone and when the dark silhouette of the creature turned it's glowing red eyes to face him he felt like his very soul was being away from his body.
Lyon Vastia had been feeling odd for the entire day. From when he woke up in his dorm room to the minute everything went to hell in a hand basket. That ominous, all-encompassing feeling of death and destruction had wrought him with trepidation all day. And now he completely understood why.
The second the creature attacked it had utterly demolished the entire front of the guild hall, giving the shocked members of Lamia scale a clear view to the ruined town behind it. Sherry and Yuka, having been readying themselves to leave were caught in the explosion, ending there lives quickly before the dust had settled.
The ice mage could still remember the image of their broken bodies that lie on the guilds floor, unmoving and growing colder by the second. Lyon could clearly hear the screams and shouts of those around him at the time. Toby's being the most prominent as he was sitting next to him when it happened.
But it only got worse…
The creature was too fast for them. Quickly dashing in before he could get a good look at it before it jettisoned a huge ball of blood red fire that quickly took the lives of some more members of the guild and began to spread across the flammable wooden surfaces like the ocean water covering the sand at the beach. Except this didn't make the sand wet… it turned it to glass.
The glass In this case being ash…
Then he found himself here, on the ground scared and unable to comprehend what had happened in the short space of time…
"Lyon!" His ears picked up the panicked voice of Toby. "We have to get out of here!" turning his head Lyon could see the dog-man fumbling clumsily with some of the burning rubble, perhaps trying to make a clear path for him to get out. Although it was all for naught, for every nit of wood and metal he moved more fell from the deteriorating roof in an even bigger load.
However, his efforts didn't go unnoticed. His grunts and yelp from the burns he was receiving caught the deadly creatures attention. Toby saw it lock it's gaze onto him and froze, he began shaking from the pure feeling of fear that had been reaching it's boiling point and the creature's look was more than enough to freak him out.
"Ah! No, go away you stupid beast!" The dog-man picked up some of the discarded rubble and launched it at the creature. Who stood and let the rubble disintegrate by it's touch.
Even though it hurt like nothing he ever felt before, Lyon began to desperately claw his way to his friend. The flames having caused severe burns around his calf's made it very difficult and even more torturous and tedious, but he needed to make it through. He needed to live.
If he didn't then…
Then his mind drifted. The pain began to overwhelm his sense's, as his head slumped to the ground with a thud his mind focussed on his younger (pseudo) brother. He couldn't just die yet. Gray needed him, just as he needed Gray. He knew that both needed one another. Some form of attachment to what they had before this crazy guild life had begun, he and Ur had found Gray, helped him recover from his trauma, later he had started learning ice-make along with Lyon.
At first Lyon found it annoying, he had to start at the beginning again and he wouldn't learn anything until he caught up. The two butted head constantly and when Ur had saved them both he blamed Gray and even now the effects were obvious. He had found out about his old tendencies when he overheard Natsu talking to Lucy. It was a brief mention, but those few words held more weight to Lyon more than any dedicated amount of time ever would.
Now Gray seemed to be getting better, he was more sociable which was slightly jarring at first. He was more laid back now and he even seemed to be edging closer and closer to getting with Erza as time went on, much to his delight and to Juvia's dismay.
So wanted to live. He wanted to see his guild mates get through this and recover. He wanted to see Gray grow up even further, if even just to make up for being there for the majority. He wanted to live, not just for Toby and his deceased friends, but for Gray too…
But all rational thought was blown out of the window soon enough…
The creature had grown tired of the dog-man's fruitless attempts at hurting it and promptly threw it's arm into the air and with a malicious gleam in it's demonic eyes clawed at the air in front of it, spitting a fiery haze from it's elongated claws at a speed that neither mage could keep up with.
It was aimed at Toby… And knowing his friend he wouldn't be able to move in time.
That was when Lyon's mind forced itself into autopilot. Despite the pain he felt he quickly shot up and managed to get in between Toby and the fiery streams that threatened his friends life. Almost within an instant, his screams of agony erupted deep down from his throat as the fire not only corroded it's way through his chest, but also burned any organs and bones it came into contact with to a charred and messed up crisp.
He almost didn't feel his body hit the floor with a harsh thud. It took immense concentration just to notice Toby's cry as he rushed to his aid. But even with his mind going blank he could easily tell that it was hopeless for him now. It hurt just to take in a light breath and his vision was slowly growing white from the corners of his vision, unnoticeable at first, but as soon as he could no longer feel his friends desperate grasp on him or the falling embers from the creature's invasion he slowly realised that he was losing any connection to the outside world.
He was dying…
And it at this realisation did he finally take his last breath, before his soul left it's broken vessel…
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Then he woke up with a start…
His laboured breaths evened out after a few seconds and he slowly regained his composure back… What he could get back of course after looking around and realising that his surroundings were really lacking, well, anything!
There was nothing for as far as the eye could possibly see. No trees, no buildings, no people, no life… Just a white and empty husk of a… Whatever this could be called.
On the outside his entire being seemed to be calm, composed despite what had just transpired and collected. His physical projection however screamed 'Where the hell am I?'
Then on the inside he was an absolute wreckage, internal screaming, brake down's and smashing imaginary furniture with an imaginary baseball bat in an imaginary house on an imaginary hilltop.
In short, he was fucked on the inside…
Which slowly began to show on the outside after a while…
"W-W-W….. WHERE THE BLOODY FUCK AM I!?" He yelled into the white void after a minute. He just wanted to hear something, someone, or see someone. So when a voice answered his question he was both shocked and relieved…
"Somewhere safe my friend, just…. Not for the living..." The ice mage turned his head to see the figure of a woman slightly taller than himself. She donned a thick white robe topped off with a whit hood which covered a bit of her angular face. The portion of her silver hair that hung out from the hood almost seemed to glow with radiance as she stepped forward with grace towards him.
"What do you mean?!" Lyon sputtered a bit before he could coherently reply. "Where am I? And in actual English if you may?!"
The hooded woman frowned at his attitude. "How rude." Her voice lilted through the soundless atmosphere and caressed his ears. Her comment made a tick mark appear on the distressed mage's forehead, but before he could give her a tongue lashing she continued to give him a proper answer.
"First off, you should know that you are dead." She spoke softly, watching with a saddened look on her face as that fact burrowed it's way into Lyon's brain. She held her hand up to silence him before he exploded. "And you should also know that you are the first person to take up residence here for over 2000 years. The last time this pocket space was used was to show the brave warriors of Fiore the final battle for Fiore and Ishgar."
Lyon's eye's widened almost comically at those words. But out of everything he had been told in such a short space of time the one thing that hit him hard was the last fact for some absurd reason. He remembered hearing a discussion between Yuka and Jura one said battle. Apparently, it was one of the bloodiest battles in the history of Earthland. Over 15,000 people had lost there lives in the first few days. The overall casualties of the war that had been incurred from some sort of political implosion had been estimated to be around 4 to 5 million. The victory of the war had brought sovereignty and a tense period of peace around the world until the guild wars tarnished that for some time…
But then after the recollection of that memory brought along a sudden question to his attention. The battle was thought to be one of the most pivotal events in the history of Earthland. It had changed many laws and challenged many beliefs after it ended. This woman just said that these soldiers had been shown the final battle, which was really the only big thing within the war. So if he was making the right connections in his head then was he going to be shown the pivotal points of whatever was going on?
Did it involve that damn creature…?
"Yes… It does involve that 'creature' and before you ask me why others are not here Is because you have a connection to one of the main 'characters' in this event." She shocked him once again, answering his questions in one sentence yet not at the same time. "Soon enough the others involved will join you, some who had contributed to the right side, some completely and utterly useless… In fact someone will be joining you soon."
He didn't know what to say to that… He just continued to stand in shock.
"But first, we must endure the sight of those mainly involved getting involved..."
"That… barely makes any sense miss…?"
"Just call me Celestia." The woman, Celestia smiled a little. "And do not worry, it will soon enough… Hopefully." She added as an afterthought.
That response didn't feel Lyon with Confidence… but it wasn't like he could do anything about it.
"This will be a little odd for you, but remember that when we appear where we need to be we are unable to interact with anything, as much as we may want to." Celestia warned him as she crossed er hands over eachother and began emitting a brilliant white light within each palm. Soon enough Lyon had to shield his eyes when the intense light got too bright for him to see without blinding himself…
After a few seconds, he soon heard the sounds of laughter, furniture braking, bottles being smashed and most importantly, people… People who were yelling, talking, whining, you name it, it was there.
"Okay, you can open your eyes now." Celestia scoffed. Trying to hide a grin from his over-reaction.
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Grumbling at her poor attempt, he did as he was suggested only for his eyes to almost pop out of his skull when he saw the guild marks on the familiar people's bodies.
"Fairy Tail?" Lyon looked over at his companion for confirmation, she responded with a nod and went back to observing. Obviously the guild hadn't heard about the news as of yet as the atmosphere felt way too cheerful. Lyon realised this and then glared at Celestia, he had caught onto her game. It was only made clearer when he heard the oh so familiar voice of his younger brother. Looking over he saw the form of Gray, who seemed to be holding his hands out in front of an abashed looking Erza scarlet.
"Are you sure that you're okay Gray? You were injured pretty bad when I got you back." Erza bowed down in regret, wearing it as a coat almost. She probably couldn't see Gray trying to stop her mid-way through her tirade of apologise' and questions. "My foolishness and lack of planning caused this to happen! You may strike me for my lack of foresight!"
"W-What? No! Calm down Erza! I have told you twice that I am fine now, the bleeding has been dealt with and the pain went a week back." Gray suddenly grabbed her by her shoulder-pads and lifted her from her bowing position. At first Lyon thought that she would smack him like she did anyone who touched her so suddenly. But then was surprised when she allowed him to bring her back up without any restraint!
"Did my eyes just deceive me!?" Lyon stammered, utterly shocked at what had just happened. "Did Gray just lift her up without being killed?!"
He had a good reason to react that way. He had seen first and what Erza did to Natsu and sometimes others who touched her. She never let anyone do it without making them pay dearly afterwards. So when Gray did so and didn't die, Lyon could only be shocked.
Now he truly believed that those two would get together…
However, he was so entranced In watching the two interact he had been oblivious to a missing someone… That was made painfully clear from the conversation the two had next, after Gray spaced out for a few seconds...
"Are you sure you're okay?" Erza asked the ice mage. "It has been some time since Natsu disappeared, maybe you are starting to get impatient from the lack of fighting?" The re-quip mage turned herself around on her stool to fully face him. Gray, seemingly slightly annoyed rolled his eyes at her question.
Hearing her words made Lyon look at his surroundings. To see if Erza was somehow mistaken, but aside from seeing Levy reading in the corner, Romeo entertaining Wendy and Cana loudly chugging down on a barrel of some sort of alcohol he couldn't spot a single pink strand of hair anywhere. Confused he turned his gaze to face Celestia, but all he got was the back of her head as she continued to listen in on the conversation at hand.
"Okay, first off." Gray interrupted her. He looked like he ignored the light glare he received in response to his lack of manners and continued. "When did you start wanting me to fight Natsu and secondly, yes, I am fine." He then looked down at the refilled beverage being gripped in his hand, sighing before speaking again. "Just worried…"
"Well, well, well..." She replied teasingly. "Did 'The Great Gray' just admit he cares about his rival?"
The little devious smirk on her face almost sacred him but when he heard Gray's old nickname being used against him managed to draw out a sad little chuckle which sounded more like a small cough. He realised that he would never get to tease him again. No more arguments. No more fighting… No more bonding with his little brother…
"Oh Gray, i'm sorry…." He whimpered, his breathing beginning to hitch painfully, as if his lungs were having trouble collecting air… "i'm so sorry."
"You know he can't hear you..." Celestia's soft voice snapped Lyon out of his stupor. He looked over to her with a harsh glare. Why was she forcing him to see this? Was it some sort of sick joke? "You know why I am keeping you here." She answered as if she had read his mind, making him blink, whether to hold back tears or because he was shocked was lost on him though.
"No… No I don't! Please I need to know!" He begged her, literally getting on his knees, almost unable to see her over little Asuka. "Why are you torturing me with this!?"
She looked down on him for a second, sympathy only flashing across her pristine face. She hesitated for a second as she couldn't formulate a proper answer to his question. His question had struck a chord in her, thus confusing her to silence… Could she not answer him? In all honesty she had little awareness on why she was being sent to do this… Just that, the people involved must see what their actions have lead to and the outcome of said actions…
But would that justify the stress they would have to go through?…
"I..." Her voice left quickly before she could say anything else. Truly she had nothing to say, but Lyon needed some answer… "Y-Your death was the first of many, the first major death in a huge event. But I don't know what it is, just who will die and who won't."
Lyon shuddered at the end of her sentence. A chill sliding tortuously slow down his spine. "Who's going to die?" He meant for his voice to come out stronger than it did. But as he whimpered out his question he knew everything was starting to become more intense.
"I can't tell you..." Celestia denied gently. The man was already emotionally unstable as it was, but truthfully, even she had little idea of the figure with death looming over them. The red-head next to the figure who had been named Gray was glowing with a slightly purplish tainted aura that only she could see. It was not her time but it was obvious that she was marked for death.
'Shame.' She thought, looking at the two. 'She seems to be close to him.'
Looking over the guild she had quickly spotted another handful of people who had death looming over them. Alone in the corner, a blonde woman sat stiffly, worry etched onto her features as she gazed into the depths of her glass. On the table, several golden keys were splayed out and on display. Her aura was at it's strongest, the purple glow swirling around her like a swarm of wasps.
Her time was near…
Then there was a blue haired woman, seemingly trying to get close to Gray but was having little luck in doing so. Hearts in her eyes and a glare being thrown at multiple woman and some men in the guild Celestia thought that she looked like some second hand yandere girl obsessed with the raven…
Suddenly, the two heard the sound of someone clearing their throat, demanding the attention of those within the guild. Looking up Lyon could see the tiny form of Master Makarov stand up onto the counter just in front of Mirajane. His expression was one of sadness, his eyes flowing with held back tears as he fought to keep his composure.
"My children..." He started very quietly. "I have some very bad news… Some very… Very bad news…" His wavering voice began to crack as his composure began to slip ever so slowly. "Apparently, just a few hours ago, the Lamia scale guild had come under attack by a powerful foe. They unfortunately were caught off-guard and had suffered very heavy casualties..."
That was when Lyon paled…
Makarov was about to announce the damage and casualties of his own guild to his own members. It was custom for the guild masters of legal guilds to inform their members of anything big that involves the other guilds. It was part of the pact that had been made to keep the guilds around Fiore in a tight relationship. It had helped everyone involved to do this if the situation was big enough.
And whatever had hit Lamia Scale was definitely enough to catch the attention of everyone…
He then remembered that Gray was in the room. Almost hesitating, the silver haired mage took in his appearance he almost regretted even checking.
It was as if all the colour had been manually drained from his body, his alabaster skin going almost chalk white as he started to shake very lightly. Something he did when he was engulfed in pure terror, only Lyon knew that.
Or so he thought…
Without warning, a mass of red hair phased through his etherious form, catching him by surprise and making him jump. Looking to the offending woman his features softened when he saw her sit right back down just in case someone he knew passed away.
And Lyon knew who that someone was…
"Now before you ask me what happened we don't know, but we know the assailant responsible." He had caught the attention of everyone. Including the ice mage. "But before that." He turned to Gray. "Gray, there is something you should know..."
"Please, Celestia don't make me watch this." He turned to her after those words, as if the thought of seeing his little brothers reaction would vaporise him. He began to panic, his normally calm and arrogant posture crumbled and faded away as he looked over to her with a pleading in his dampening eyes.
Gray's voice came out shaky and afraid. "W-What?..."
"Jura gave me some unfortunate news to relay over to you. He thought you had the right to know..." He took a deep breath and awaited the emotional turmoil to come. "Lyon has unfortunately passed away. He saved his friend Toby from a barrage of fiery streams but the injuries were too much for his body too handle." Makarov had to look away for a second as he watched one of his children go completely frigid. "I'm sorry."
And that was it…
As soon as those words left Makarov's mouth Gray's already frigid and shaky form ceased up completely, not even bothering to keep himself steady as he almost tumbled off of his stool. Erza quickly catching him was a saving grace was something Lyon was grateful for. Gray looked shocked, the only thing that made Lyon realise he wasn't frozen solid was the tears rapidly forming around his wide open eyes. Erza holding him before he went limp in her arms.
Then the scene faded out…
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"We are not done you know?" Celestia placed a soft hand on his trembling shoulders. "We must move onto the next person to join us."
He held a hand up, silencing her and halting her movements altogether. "No… I need to see him more."
She blinked. "I thought you didn't want to see him suffering."
He growled at her. "You made me watch him faint, I can't just leave it there, any words I can say to help must be said." His voice almost broke when he continued. "Also, if I and others are to see what our actions cause and such wouldn't it be against the rules to skip out on this?"
She was silent for a few moments, making the ice mage wonder if he had one upped her.
Then she smiled in realisation. "Ah, I see. Well, I didn't mean to phrase it as such." She replied, clasping her hands together behind her back as she spoke again. "Whilst we are going to see that soon, we must also go through the champions story."
Confusion and anger began to overtake him. "You mean Gray is the champion? What does this entail?!" He ground out. But he had a bad feeling about the answer…
"The champion is the main character for lack of a better term. So we follow his story and only leave when other key characters are about to meet their end. Those scenes we see will have an effect on the champion, whether that be physically, mentally or emotionally."
"Why though..." He snapped…
"I was getting there." She glared at him. "Gray will be the main player in this key event of Earthland. So his state of being, his 'story' is important for us to document in the archive of the chrono continuum. Which is what you mortals call history."
"You haven't said why we are here."
Celestia sighed…
"We bring those who participated in the key events to see their handy work, all of their decisions, their actions and what their very beings have done to contribute to the ending of this event."
"This is so confusing." Lyon shook his head harshly. "Then why am 'I' here?"
"Because your death had become the first death to have a thorough effect on the events at hand. Since Gray is the champion or main character he will obviously be effected by your demise, effectively sending a chain of events on his side to take place."
"Honestly, you probably would have been sent here eitherway." She firmly pointed out. "Even if you had no connection to Gray, the Lamia Scale guild was the first major event in this 'story'. Meaning you would have been brought here to see the story unfold with the rest of your guild members who died alongside you."
He hated, no he LOATHED to admit it. But everything made sense in a some twisted way, he still believed that making him and others watch when they get was a horrible thing to do. But Celestia was obviously not the one in charge. She had no more choice than he and others did.
There was absolutely nothing he could possibly do to stop this, he may as well soak in his little brother form before being allowed to pass on.
"Fine..." His breathing had calmed down. Looking at her with anger, but acceptance at what was to be.
"Let us just get on with it..."
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Okay… So a quick rearrangement of doing this story…
I am now going to compartmentalise these chapters and do death scene/reaction, death scene/reaction. Except the next chapter that will be Reaction, death scene, reaction.
If that makes ANY sense…
But hey, if this fucks up I only have myself to blame. Doing shit like this for stories like this is rather difficult and sometimes pointless. But I am a reaction freak… this story only touched upon said concept and I really want to give you an idea as to how broken and angry Gray gets as he spirals into his demise. Everyone he knows and loves watching as he does so…
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I am a complete cunt aren't I?
PHRASES OF AWESOME!
1: 'Your spicy food is like fucking napalm to the tongue…'
2: 'You really are a sad, used tampon aren't you?'
3: 'SHE'S DEAD, SHE'S DEAD, SHE'S MOTHERFUCKING DEAD!'
I should probably stop with that before it gets old. XD
But once again thank you for reading (if you even got this far, this chappie was boring as all fuck to write.)
-Viperhat