Revolution
Chapter 7; Apostle Lucy

"Well done, Lucy." That feminine voice that had appeared in so many of her dreams ever since she escaped. "You have done your duty."

"What duty?" Lucy snapped back, feeling the frustration that had built up after hearing so many of her ambiguous statements to the girl. "Who are you?"

"You will know soon." It replied. Lucy was shocked at the response. Normally her dreams ended with her having no answer to any of the questions she asked. Although it was relieving to hear an answer, she had a very, very bad feeling.

Slowly, she began to come to, hearing the dull drowning sound of the wind whistling around her and the flap of something like thin fabric. Her hair brushed the sides of her face gently, and the fresh taste of salt water hung in her breaths.

Lucy felt sick and disorientated as the world felt like it was spinning around her, but eventually managed to pull her head up. She was in a small hexagonal room. Wide arches opened straight out into the sky beyond the edge. One wrong step and you could fall straight down. There was a ceiling that seemed to rise like a cone above them with a red spear pointing down to a podium with two posts and shackles attached to each. Lucy tried to turn, but found herself pinned to her own post. She twisted her head to her side and saw her hands shackled to either side of a red cross. But what shocked her most was the blonde haired girl laid limp on the floor below her. "What the hell is that?" Lucy exclaimed. But she didn't need telling. She realized that was her.

Lucy's head whipped to either side of her, only to see Natsu, Gray, and Juvia pinned against their very own red crosses. They were all awake and staring silently at the ground. Their faces were so plain; Lucy couldn't tell what was going on.

"What? Not going to tell her?" A soft, feminine voice spoke out. Lucy recognized it immediately as the one she had heard in her dreams.

"You!" Lucy snapped, turning forwards. An extremely tall woman with flawless white skin and platinum blonde hair that fell straight down to her ankles. Red flowers weaved in and out her hair as it travelled down the back of her red silk dress that clung to her curve but flowed out like a bridal dress at her feet. A Red Cross pendant hung at her neck and a tiara that filled down over her head was decorated with red roses.

"Hello Lucy, my dear apostle." She greeted with a soft, friendly smile.

"Apostle? What the hell are you talking about?" Lucy exclaimed. "Natsu, Gray, Juvia!" Lucy called, looking to her friends. They all kept their heads down, their lips drawn tightly closed and dark eyes full of anger staring at the floor.

"My, one shouldn't be rude to one of God's disciples." The woman continued.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Lucy snapped.

"You can't remember. Of course you can't; you're cleansed soul probably couldn't take being sullied so harshly." The woman came closer, stroking a hand against the cheek of the Lucy-look-a-like body on the floor. "This body," The woman hissed, picking it up by the hair and dragging the face up. Lucy gasped, surprised at the stunning resemblance to her. "Is a doll your conscious lived in, in order to lead the sinned devils to me."

"Doll? Sinned devils?" Lucy growled. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't lie!" A second voice shouted. Lucy flinched, slowly turning to the dark-haired boy by her side.

"Gray..." Lucy whimpered, her eyes staring at him in disbelief.

"We know all about it Lucy. We know everything." Gray growled.

"Know what? I don't know what you're talking about!" Lucy exclaimed.

"It was you all along!" Gray shouted.

"Gray!" Lucy exclaimed. "What have I done?"

"They got you and you betray us, you betray Fairy Tail for these people! When you said it was one of us, you lied. It was actually you!" Gray bellowed.

"Gray!" Lucy shouted again.

"You're the spy, Lucy!" Natsu snapped.

Lucy whipped her head around, staring at the pink-haired dragon slayer who refused to meet her eyes. "Natsu..." Lucy cried. The dragon slayer squeezed his eyes shut, but failed to stop the tears streaming out of his eyes, trickling onto the floor.

"Natsu, Natsu!" Lucy cried again. "What are you saying? I'm not the spy! Natsu!"

"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. Can't you see?" The woman stepped closer. "There's no more need to lie. You're job is over."

"No, I don't know what you're talking about! I don't know her! I don't know you!" Lucy snapped.

"You didn't use magic." Juvia interrupted.

Lucy turned towards her, seeing the same stare in Juvia's eyes like Gray and Natsu's. "What?" She choked through her tears.

"You said, the spy can't use magic right, Lucy?" Juvia added. "You didn't use yours once since we met up."

"I-" Lucy went to argue, but she dauntingly realized she couldn't. She hadn't once used her magic since they had returned.

"Now, now. We all know you've been telling me everything every time you fell asleep, my little angel." The woman totted. Lucy fell silent, staring with her eyes wide open in shock. It's true she'd heard her voice in her dreams...but she didn't say anything! A small smile turned on the edges of the woman's lips. It fell back down quickly before anyone else saw and stood up straight again. "Someone come free my angel, I hate seeing her hang here like she's some devil."

People dressed in black clothing with a red cross hanging from their silk neck ties appeared in the room. They came up to Lucy's side, unlocking her from the cross and catching her weak body before it collapsed onto the floor. Another one ran in, picking up the 'doll' and dragging it out of the room.

"STOP!" Lucy screamed. "LET ME GO!" She fought against the people but couldn't manage to break free. "I'm not the spy I swear. I swear!"

The woman raised a hand, stopping the men. A white dove fluttered through one of the open arches, landing gently on the woman's hand. She pulled a little white paper free and the bird flapped its wings and disappeared into the sky again. Her icy silver eyes looked down at the paper with sweet satisfaction. "A timber vessel ship hoarding over fifty mages including the Guild master of Dark Arrow, and the Octova daughter, Emi and the heir and heiress to the Octova line, Rozera and Dimitri Octova. The ship was taken down as it enters port into the other country." The woman read aloud.

"Ran and Emi's ship... How did you find them? They didn't tell anyone! I was the only-" Lucy froze. Ice ran up her spine, making her heart come to a slow stop and the realization made her sick to the pit of her stomach.

"Yes, Lucy. The only one they told was you." The woman smiled softly. "And you told me."

"Oh my god..." Lucy gasped. "It was really me...I'm really the spy." Lucy's eyes burned with tears that raced quietly down her face. Lucy couldn't even fight it anymore, or saying anything to her friends. She had truly betrayed them. She had betrayed them all. They dragged her away, leaving the friends who once loved her, behind to a condemned fate she had brought upon them all.

Lucy would have liked for to have been 'thrown' into a cell with walls on all sides and been told that she would stay there for all of eternity. But quite the opposite happened. First, Lucy was lead into a chamber with a beautifully large bath scattered with rose petals and smelt like lavender. People carefully lead her in, making sure to keep their heads down so she couldn't see their faces. They washed her hair in shampoo that smelt like roses and washing her body with soap that was as fresh as daisies. She was told they were the two smells of God or something. But Lucy didn't really pay much attention; she had fallen into a cold dark world where she was alone. Maybe the place she was could have been hell; she knew there wasn't anywhere worst. It was like her heart was frozen over and not even the hottest bath could thor it out. The world just passed by with a broken doll that was herself.

Next they dressed her in the finest red silk gown and put the most beautiful white flowers in her hair that stretched down her back. She noticed how long it was getting and thought she ought to get it cut.

After words they sprayed her with various perfumes, decorated her with the most beautiful jewels she had ever seen and made her make-up perfect. She was beginning to look more and more like a doll than she had ever seen herself. When she stood in front of the mirror, she had never seen herself more beautiful, and yet, she had never seen herself so ugly. Her face was cold of emotion, and she couldn't even bring herself to express sadness. That was because, she didn't deserve sadness, not after what she did to the people she cared about. She deserved the worst, and yet some was saying she was getting the best. But Lucy wouldn't believe them now. She had lost the best thing to her. The best thing she would never exchange for jewelry or beauty. The best thing was her friends. And she had lost them. Actually, she hadn't even lost them, she had thrown them away.

A little while later, people arrived again and one was holding a little black box. A woman with a face Lucy couldn't remember opened the box, and held the cross on the ends of her hands.

The door swung open and like a tall ice tower, stood the women. All the women bowed quickly down in respect, like prayers on the floor. The woman holding the necklace tried as hard as she could to get as close to the ground. "Our lord." They all greeted.

"You may rise." She said, and they did as they were told. Lucy remained tall, and still, watching the woman with cold eyes. She could help but feel the painful heat tearing through her stomach; hatred. A second pang of guilt caused even worse pain in her heart when she realized she was passing off the blame. "Young apostle," the woman spoke soothingly. "I hate a gift for you, whether you chose to accept it or not." The woman offered her hand out and the woman gently places the necklace in her hand, making sure not to make skin contact.

Before she could say anything more, Lucy's hand moved like lightening. The sound of Lucy's hand hitting the woman's skin echoed through the room. Her pale ivory cheek was a burning bright red and she stared shocked in the other direction. The followers immediately stepped forwards, their eyes alive with utter rage.

"Stop." The woman snapped quickly, stopping the followers before they even moved. She pressed a hand against her sore cheek and slowly gathered herself. "A bit of defiance is to be expected." She continued to open her palm, ignoring Lucy's act of rage. Lucy had hoped it would at least relieve herself of the fueling emotions of guilt and anger that painful crushed her heart to a point it was unbearable.

"It hurts doesn't it?" The woman spoke gently, slowly opening her closed palm. Lucy looked up at her in surprise, like the woman had just read her heart. It was either that or the tears rolling out of Lucy's still eyes ruining her perfectly made up face. "This is a holy talisman. It will take away your pain." Inside her soft pale hands, was a deep ruby red cross hanging on the end of a black bead necklace. "Take this and let go of your pain." She urged.

Lucy looked at it slowly, and began completely conscious of the extent of the pain inside of her driving her to a twisted collapse in on herself. She should take her pain and accept what she had done, but...it all hurt so much. She didn't want to betray her friends, to sell them out, to do a deed for the enemy. But as she reminded herself so often, that's exactly what she did. And what was left for her now? Nothing...she had nothing.

Lucy's hand was already moving by the time she realized. Lucy hesitated, looking back at the jewel. The woman gave a small sigh, pulling the beads between her two hands. Carefully, she slipped the necklace around her neck, draping it gently around her neck. Lucy didn't stop her, instead she just watched unmoving as the cross fell against her chest. As it stilled over her heart, a wave of cool gentle ice skated over her body. The burning agony inside of her disappeared, leaving behind only a crystal glass wake. Lucy looked around and she just saw everything for what it was. No favoritism to anything, not preference, everything was just everything. A necklace was a necklace, not beautiful or has any comparative opinion on the rest. Her eyes were like looking through clear lenses at the world.

"My apostle Lucy," The woman smiled, stroking a gentle hand down the mage's gentle cheek. Her thumb wiped away the last of her tears, and gave her a loving smile. "Redo her make-up, you cannot let such a divine look like so."

"Yes my lord." The women recited, bowing as the woman left the room. They quickly made do with guiding Lucy to the chair, cleaning her face and redoing her make up until it was back to how it was.

Afterwards, they gave her a final decoration; a red rose crown with woven branches and thorns that pointed away from her skin. They bowed, opening the door where two exorcists waited in light silver armor decorate with a red cross over the heart. They stood either side of the blonde girl, leading her back up the stairs to the top of the tower.

As the door creaked open, the girl gracefully moved across the plain marble floors with her red silk dress grazing the floor and her bare feet feeling the cold touch of the stone on her skin. Breaths of winds brushed her hair behind her as she looked out at the moving sky. In the corner of her eye, she caught sight of three red crosses with three people dressed in torn clothing attached to them. One Red Cross was empty in between the two boys. The girl was next to the dark-haired boy. She moved her gaze on to the woman stood before her.

"Lucy, you look beautiful." The woman smiled softly. Her eyes turned again towards the three crosses when she noticed three faces staring blindly at her. Then she turned again. Her brown eyes looked up at the woman and slowly bowed down to the ground.

"Do not bow to me, you are my beautiful apostle." The woman smiled.

"And you are God, my lord. It is only right to bow to one so divine." Lucy replied with words like spinning silk through the air.

"So you realized?" The lord replied, her silk hair gently stoking the edges of her cheek.

"Yes, my Lord. You stand above all others. If not a God, then what are you?" Lucy replied. The three on lookers stared forwards in utter shock, staring at the blonde haired girl with almost an expression of guilt. "Are these Devils to be purged?" She asked, staring at each of them and their dumbstruck faces in turn.

"Soon enough, my apostle." The woman nodded, stroking the girl's cheek in adoration again.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" The pink-haired boy roared, thrusting his body against the chains.

"Natsu!" Gray shouted back.

"I don't care! This wasn't a part of the plan!" Natsu snapped.

"You will be silent in the presence of our Lord, you devil." Lucy hissed.

"Lucy!'Devil's' can you listen to what you're saying!" Natsu roared back.

"My Lord, be rid this devil of its foolishness immediately, I beg or you." Lucy pleaded, lowering herself before the mighty tall woman.

"Yes, these will be the start, but be patient my child. There will come a time when even the rest of the Devils locked up in this world's government prison will be free of the devil's grasp. You have just finished your purification; you will be able to free your wings again soon." The Lord reassured the girl, lifting her to rise before her. "Remember, do not bow to me, you are the most divine creature in this world. My last red angel."

"Red Angels?" Juvia repeated unintentionally. The Lord turned from the blonde girl, and made her way to stand before the blue-haired girl. She stood Lucy before them and let her hands slide through her long blonde hair.

"Have you heard of the Red Angels, little devil?" The God asked. She didn't wait for a reply before continuing, letting her hands graze the face, neck and shoulders of her dear apostle. "Angels are not in fact white, but red. They are the God's warriors and their white wings were long stained red by the blood spilt in order to rewrite the world to how it should be. But overtime, the Angels, who were so called immortals, had fallen into the human world, lots by their tainting greed and selfishness. The gift of magic they gave to the humans they loved so much. But in the end, the world they loved so much turned on them. All my beautiful Angels were slaughtered, except for one." The woman held Lucy by the hand, lifting the girl as if on a show. "This is the last and only Red Angel."

As if on cue, beautiful red wings suddenly unfolded from the girls back. They extended out long and wide, almost constricted by the small length of the tower's open arches. They all stared in awe as Lucy looked down on them with her wide wings with not even as much as a change in expression. The Red Cross around her neck glowed brightly, lighting up her angelic soul.

"She's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, don't you agree?" The woman smiled softly, almost admiring the looks of awe on the wizard's faces.

"This is what you were aiming for all this time?" Natsu stared up at the long wings. Although they were wings stained their beautiful color by the blood of his kind, there was a fascinating divinity to them. "You wanted Lucy for this?"

"I wanted my angel back. My angel herself rests inside the soul of Miss Heartfilia. Originally, she hid herself inside the soul of an Apostle, and had never been able to free herself. Anyone of her bloodline would have done, but since it's such a rare one, she was the only one I could locate. Only her angelic heart and a girl of this pure bloodline were able to bring her back to me." She explained.

"But why go through a whole revolution for this?" Natsu growled.

"Because I plan to give her the whole world. In a time where the devil casts its sins constantly on others, I will purge the world and make it pure from the devil, and I will save my little Angel." The woman revealed. "With the divine power to purge you of this sin, I will give her a world the Angel deserves." The woman released her hand, and gave Lucy a small nod. The wings folded inwards behind her back and disappeared. The only traces of it being left were the blood red feathers resting on the floor around her. The red cross' bright glow dimmed into its ruby color again.

The woman turned and led the girl to a small white thrown on the other side of the room, calling in the two exorcists to stand on either side of her and guard her. Then She left to prepare for the 'purging' as soon as the sun sets and the devil gate opens again.

Next Monday; The Last Red Angel
Juvia makes a sacrifice for the team, when our story takes a terrifying twist as the Red Angel's patience is pushed to the limit and secrets are unveiled.

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