This week has been tough. I have two tests tomorrow and had two today as well. If I am not too busy I will try to upload a new chapter for my original story AND upload my new FT side project.

If you have seen my profile recently, you will know about an individual known as "Drake the Defiler". He will be involved in the story as well but as a background character to add some historical touch to the story. Probably calling the story "To Solice and back". It may or may not be adventure oriented (think about Indian Jones) because I feel like too much action is confusing.

And I think I will include the rest of the info down below. I feel like my ANs are too long.

The Hohenheim Empire and the Angkol kingdom were officially at war. Warships were launched from the western continent and the Hohenheims were ready for the threat they faced. The guilds that lay within the empire were called upon to help defend their position and many mages had been enlisted into the ranks of the Hohenheim army.

Fairy Tail was particularly sought after and Gildartz had no choice but allow a few mages to be enlisted.. In the chaos, nobody even realized that this entire war was a setup. A devious plan masterminded by someone who was willing to watch millions die. Neither side even stopped to think and compromise as they marched off to war. This war was based on deception, misunderstanding and religion. In the future, it would be referred to as "The Clouded War".

Fairy Tail, 2 days after the return of Asura and Azami.

It had been two days since the group had returned from Derlados. In those two days the group had split up, each responsible for tracking down the things needed to bring back the dead. A copy of the list was left in Fairy Tail for the group of mages to look at and study. But the group of mages couldnt bring themselves to look at it.

The guild was empty and somewhat quiet for once but it just didnt feel like Fairy Tail. Azami and Asura were surprised when they returned to the guild to see that many of the guild members were gone. Gildartz had explained to them that he had been forced to enlist some of them in the Hohenheim army thanks to the war that was coming.

The guild, looking down on Magnolia, seemed like a shell. The wooden walls didnt seem to carry as many shouts, the lunch room only half way full and the guild gathering area with only a handful of people looking at the request board. Currently, the group of mages were looking at the list, trying to figure out where they needed to go. It was dark out and the government had ordered people to stay indoors.

"A piece of the infamous Seff..." Asura muttered as the group looked over the list, candlelight in the room at Fairy Hills.

"Seff? I think I have heard of that before. Something in a history book..." Azami said as she reached for the wooden bookshelf and pulled out a large book bound with grey letter. The spine was crusty and the pages were dusty as Azami placed the book on the table. The title was "History of Fiore volume 34" and Azami opened it.

"Hmm... Seff..." Azami muttered as they flipped through the old pages and finally landed on a page that was titled 'The Burnholt Plague and the Seff'.

The group looked through the pages for a while and read. They learned that the Seff was a parasite that lived within its victims that fed off the life force of their victims, making them seriously sick. It was apparently the child of Anastasia from Hell and the last time it was seen...was the Burnholt Manor...

"Well, we know where to go now. Lets get some sleep. We're going to need it." Asura sighed as he climbed into one of the three beds that were in the largest dormitories of Fairy Hills.

Azami blew out the light and climbed into her own bed and Raymond just sighed and followed. But Raymond couldn't sleep, he could only stare up at the ceiling. But eventually, he fell into a deep sleep.

?

Raymond suddenly woke up in a hazy area. It was simply a grey mist and Raymond looked around. Was this a dream? Where was he?

"Huh…I was in Fairy Hills just a second ago…." Raymond said as he looked around the grey haze.

He wandered around the haze for a while, wondering where he was until he finally saw something familiar. It was a bed, just like the one he had just been sleeping in at Fairy Hill. But then he stepped back when he noticed that there was someone sleeping in it. It looked…exactly like him! Raymond looked around his lookalike but noticed that his copy seemed to give off a massive amount of magical energy. Then he realized who was sleeping in the bed. It was Vincent.

"Whoa…" Raymond said as he walked around the bed, watching Vincent sleep.

Then he heard the voice. It was repeating something over and over again…

"Give it back….give back what you stole….give it back to me….please give it back to me…."

He had no idea that Vincent looked exactly the same as him! Raymond was about to walk away when suddenly he felt himself being pulled inside Vincent! Raymond felt himself being absorbed into Vincent's body and everything went dark again.

…

"Its that boy! Get him!"

Raymond opened his eyes to see that he was standing in the middle of a dirt pathway near some grassy fields. Ahead of him was an angry mob of people, holding various farm tools and glaring. But then Raymond noticed that he wasn't actually IN the area, he was simply floating. And underneath him was Vincent, looking at the group with glossy eyes. The angry mob quickly surrounded him and they jabbed at him with their farm tools.

"Dirty kid killed my livestock!"

"He stole some food from my house!"

"He is a demon! Just look at his eyes!"

Raymond looked at Vincent's eyes to see that one of them was blue and the other was red. But Raymond still didn't get the big deal. His eyes were different, so what? Two huge farm boys came walking up and they grabbed Vincent and threw him to the ground. Raymond grit his teeth in anger when he saw that.

"Hey! What are you doing that for!" Raymond shouted in anger as the huge boys start beating Vincent up.

All the while Vincent was crying out for help, holding out his hand to the citizens crowded around him but they all just laughed as Vincent was beat up into a pulp.

Then Vincent let out a scream and his fist flailed out, smashing into the knees of one of the farm boys. The farm boy suddenly let out a shout and he jumped back, grabbing his knee.

"Damn rat punched me! Hurt too!" he spat at Vincent as he grabbed a shovel from someone and held it over his head.

The other farm boy also brought out a club and the two advanced on Vincent, smirks on their faces.

"Your just a dirty street rat. You don't belong anywhere. We'll just smash you into a pulp!" they shouted as the swung their weapons.

Vincent held out his fist and suddenly the shovel one of the boys were carrying suddenly bent in half and dropped to the ground, bursting into flame. The club suddenly reared back and smashed itself into the face of the wielder and the boy fell back, grabbing his face and screaming. Raymond gasped as Vincent slowly stood, a sickening smile coming to his face.

"You wont be hurting me anymore. No, I will be the one hurting you." Vincent said softly as a man ran up to him, sledgehammer swinging.

The man suddenly gasped and his body started to float in the air. And then the man started to choke. The man's face turned blue and then the body went limp and Vincent threw the body away like a toy. He raised his fist and several shots of electricity fried the people in the crowd like fish. Fear over coming them, the crowd charged, all weapons out. Vincent was engulfed in the crowd of people and so was Raymond.

…

Raymond later found himself in a cell. A prison cell, iron bars surrounding him. Dim torchlight lit up the cell but barely. He looked around and saw Vincent, bloody and handcuffed with chains that glowed dark red. Raymond was still trying to understand what was going on. Vincent…had not been a mage before? But then he learned his powers?

His attention was diverted as a door opened from within the jail and in came a man wearing a olive colored t-shirt and cargo pants. He had several rings in his right ear and he had a knife stuck into his belt. He produced a small silver key and fit it into the lock that kept the cell closed and the cell door slid open smoothly. The man snapped his fingers and Vincent suddenly began to cough. The small child slowly raised his head, his eyes red with tears and blood. The man chuckled.

"A child of evil, a child of mine. Get up kid. You still have a part to play." The man said smoothly.

"Who are you…" Vincent whispered weakly to the man.

Raymond was nodding his head. He too wanted to know who this man was. Where were they first of all? Everything was moving too fast. Was this Vincent's past or a dream he was having?

"You can call me Parson. You could say that I'm your dad." The man said as Vincent slowly got up and stumbled out the cell, his dirty rags soaked with red blood.

Parson tried to ruffle Vincent's hair but he pushed the man away.

"I don't need a father who abandons his child to the streets." Vincent growled, tears coming from his eyes.

Parson grabbed the kid's arm. He tried to pull away but Parson was too strong. He looked Vincent in the eyes and Raymond could see his eyes, dark and without any light. A chill went down Raymond's spine.

"You will need me where you are going." The man said darkly and with a flash, they were gone again.

The Sanctum

The next area Raymond found himself in was a large stone chamber like a cave with a huge roaring fire in the middle. He looked around to see several women in different colored robes sitting around the fire. Some wore white, some black and others grey. But what stood out was the fact that Parson and Vincent was standing IN the fire. Raymond looked around the stone chamber, amazed by it. Where were they? The stone walls were perfectly smooth and had carvings along it, showing people and things. But his attention was shifted once an old woman started speaking. She wore a white robe and was much older than the other women.

"Vincent…it has been a long time." The woman said warmly.

Vincent cried out and tried to run away but Parson's grip was firm.

"No! No! What are you things! Ahhhh!" Vincent screamed as his eyes widened in terror.

One of the other women scoffed. Her face was covered by a white hood but she spoke with a bitter voice.

"The only one you should be afraid of is that beast Jackson." She said, spitting the name out like it was poison.

Parson raised his hand and smiled. Vincent continued to try to get away from the group.

"Peace Kirinfer. I have only come to fulfill Life's demand. I will join Gastinfer soon." Parson sighed as Life nodded and looked at Vincent.

The old woman raised her hand and slowly stood. She looked at the child with intensity and her eyes seemed bore straight through his body.

"You are very lucky Vincent. Never has there been a male god among the goddesses. But we are short a goddess. Evil has been exiled for her attempts to overthrow me. So, you Vincent, child of Evil, have been chosen to become the first male god." Life said seriously to Vincent.

Raymond was beyond confused. First male god? Was this all real? Was he in heaven or hell? His head was starting to hurt and he suddenly got a pounding headache. But Vincent calmed down. He looked at the old woman with interest and suspicion.

"God? Are you all…goddesses then?" Vincent asked suspiciously, his different colored eyes narrowing.

All the women in the room nodded and Vincent sighed and looked up at Parson.

"What is your role then? Are you the messenger?" Vincent asked the man.

"Silence boy. You will do as Life tells you or return to a life of torture and hate." Parson snapped.

Life nodded and came closer to the fire and reached through to touch the boy's forehead. Her ancient face smiled as she looked at the child.

"If you can survive a lifetime of being bound to a neutral and good soul, you will become the god of Evil. Fail and you will return to a dark life." Life said to him.

Vincent let out a sigh. Never again would he return to a life of rejection and pain. This was his chance to take revenge! Yes! It was time for revenge! Vincent looked at the old woman and he smiled deviously.

"Well then, looks like I have no choice but to accept."

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And then Raymond slammed awake, still looking up at the ceiling of the dormitory. It was morning and soft sunlight streamed in from the window. Azami and Asura were making breakfast and Raymond noticed that he had sweat all over the bed. But the scenes he had seen lingered in his mind. What did they mean?

?

"Septimus….vilcor…Junifel!"

The group of black cloaked individuals stood around a stone coffin. Purple waves radiated from the coffin and it seemed to shake with every spoken word. There were only 3 people standing around the coffin. Jack, Ferdinand and Bael. The others were gone on missions or dead. It had been a strange road but their efforts had finally paid off. There was a simple locking mechanism on the coffin and it clicked open and the stone lid of the coffin slid off and out reached a hand. The group held their breath as a figure climbed out. Black hair, wearing bloodstained robes and two wooden stakes in his hands. His eyes were empty looking as he turned to look at the three mages.

"You have summoned me. What is thy prayer."

Long chapter with A LOT of foreshadowing. I hope you guys liked this. I finished it pretty late and I hope you guys can review this and the other story I have out as well as the second chapter of my original story.

I feel so productive today. This was a weird day and I cant help but feel happy that it is almost Friday. Anyways, thanks for reading and see you later! FF