Vik paced as he they waited on the results. That amulet had to still have Cetus's soul in it. It just had to. If it wasn't, they were in for one hell of a search and he didn't even know where to look.
But it had to be somewhere. And who was the old hag? He didn't like this at all. He wanted answers, but Perseus wasn't giving him any.
Next to him, Arma sighed. "I don't know if we're right."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"The chance of his soul still being in that amulet is low. The seal had to have weakened the moment it was released." She said.
"But that leaves us back at square one." He said in defeat.
She gave him a sad smile. "It doesn't mean that we have to give up. Personally, I think it's a little strange that he just happened to come back at this time."
"Do you think that the soul might be attached to a person that we already know?" Vik asked, not noticing that two people were walking down towards them.
"It's possible. Everything up till now has been a coincidence after another coincidence. I mean, what are the chances that you were Perseus?" Arma said leaning back against the wall.
Vik looked up. "I don't know. I just wish I knew who that hag was. It would really save us some trouble if she was locked away."
"You can say that again." Arma joked. "So about Perseus and Minerva…?"
Vik only continued to look up at the ceiling. "I don't know. Remember, I'm still gay."
She giggled. "You weren't saying that a couple of days ago when we were…"
Vik sighed. "I know. Actually, I don't know. All of this is just confusing. I don't know up from down anymore. Hell, I don't even know who I am anymore."
Arma sighed. "I know what you mean. I thought I knew everything, but now…I'm not so sure. I just want to know where this leaves us."
Vik looked back at the floor. "I don't want to disappoint anyone. I know that you're still getting over Rosa and…"
She stopped him with a kiss and then backed away quickly. "I…I'm sorry…"
With that she ran off and he groaned. Why was all of this so complicated? He just wanted to return to his old life…at least that's what he was telling himself. Why did he even sleep with Arma in the first place? They were like siblings.
His mind reminded him that he had slept with Rosa as well and he was punching himself for it. He loved his daughter. He really did. But he couldn't help but hate himself for his weakness. Really, why was he such a man whore? Over the years, be began to question if he was just gay. Was he Bi instead? That would explain why he had jumped into bed with Rosa and Arma so quickly.
His eyes looked up and he froze. Why were they here? He knew that they were in that room, but he had kept his distance. Why did Kitt and Edvin think they needed to near him? Probably because they were supposed to be in a relationship. He had loved them back then, but so much time had weathered him. He wasn't even sure who they really were anymore. Besides, the two of them should hate him.
"How have you been?" Kitt asked, he looked a lot older. He already had some grey hair sticking out behind his ears.
Vik only nodded. He really didn't know how to answer Kitt. The last 15 years had not been kind to him. "How about we start with you."
Edvin sighed. "I told you that he was going to block us out."
"It's still worth a try." Kitt argued back.
Vik stared at the two of them. They argued like an old married couple. Because that's what they were. A couple. They weren't a threesome anymore. "I see that you two are happy."
They both stared at him like he was insane. "What are you talking about?" Kitt asked.
Vik half smiled. "I understand. I wasn't around, so you two just became attached to each other. There's no hard feelings." He made to walk away. He needed to talk to Arma.
"Hey, we're not done here." Edvin said after him.
"Why?" He looked back at them to find them staring at him in horror. "The two of you are clearly happy. Why would I ruin that?"
"We're not happy without you, you idiot!" Kitt snapped at him.
Vik stared at them. "The two of you already know what I have done. Don't you?"
"Cetus made you do those things." Edvin said. "There was nothing you could do."
Vik sighed. "I…" He looked away from them. "I still did them. I was the one that killed Kitt's parents." Kitt froze in place and Edvin grabbed his hand. "I killed so many people that I really don't know how to really function anymore."
"We can help you…" Edvin made to move forward, but Kitt held him in place. Vik could tell that Kitt was trying to get over the news, but Vik couldn't let him do that. He no longer deserved them.
"All I want is my daughter." He turned his back on them and started to walk away.
"Tell me, did you love her?" Kitt asked.
Vik looked back. "Love who?"
"The girl's mother. Did you love her?" Kitt was looking at him in anger and Vik made to smile.
"Yes. Yes, I did." And with that he walked away from the two of them. They didn't need to know anything more than that. All they needed to know was that he had done those horrible things. He had Lily to worry about now. He didn't need to be running around looking for a new love life, even if it was an old one.
"I didn't expect to see you." Arma said, looking him over.
He didn't know what to say as he collapsed into her arms and darkness came over him. This was the fate he chose and he would stick with it.
Crashes could be heard outside as the danger approached. The demon known as Cetus was starting to build his army and they were getting closer.
Remy had gone outside and had tried to set up a shield, but Cetus's power was just stronger. He just had the edge of thousands of years on Remy.
Remy cursed as Ivan came out to greet him. "So it looks like we have to fight the old fashioned way." Ivan said.
Remy looked at his lover. "I don't know. If only I could find a way to push him back."
"If anyone can figure it out. I will be you." Ivan reassured him.
He was about to say something when Corwall walked out of the building. The man only glared at him. "What do you want?"
Corwall just continued to glare at him. "Nothing."
"Then why do you keep trying to follow me?" Remy growled and turned back to Ivan. "Do you think his power is really unlimited?"
"There's no way of knowing. He did keep that shield up for a long time." Ivan answered.
"So you're going to ignore me then?" Corwall said.
The two of them glared at the old man. He really had been doing nothing but bothering them for days. "Can you just go somewhere else old man. We're kind of busy." Ivan said.
"Busy? The two of you just want to play kissy face again." Corwall said turning green.
"And what of it?" Remy said crossing his arms and glaring darkly at the general.
Corwall glared back. "I shouldn't have done it. My father is probably rolling in his grave."
Remy stared at the man in confusion. "What does that have to do with anything?"
Corwall couldn't take it anymore. "Your mother's name was Anastasia, wasn't it?"
Remy looked at the man in shock. "How do you know that?"
Corwall looked away. "I knew it." The old man made to walk away.
"Hey, come back here you bastard and answer me!" Remy said, going after the old man.
Ivan just rolled his eyes. He had other work to do. "I'll go and set up the army. You go after that sack of dung."
Remy nodded to his lover and was off. Corwall wasn't far from where they were. The old man was just breathing heavily as he rubbed his forehead against a nearby tree.
"Now tell me, how do you know my mother?" Remy asked.
Corwall didn't look at him. He just stared at the tree. "It was a long time ago. We met when we were teenagers."
"So?" Remy had no idea where this was going.
"She was a nice enough girl. Too nice. Too naïve for her own good." Corwall said.
"What about it?" Remy just didn't know what this had to do with anything.
"We went out once. Then she disappeared. I heard about her death, 6 years later." Corwall said.
"6 years?" Remy said to himself. That was when he showed up at Fairy Tail. Remy felt his heart begin to beat out of his chest. "But I…" This couldn't be right. From the way Corwall was talking, it all made sense. But he had a father. His father died in a farming accident. "You can't be…"
Corwall looked up from the tree. "But you are." The man looked angry. "And this is what I got. I devoted my life to building this career, only to discover that I had a child out of wedlock. My poor wife, god rest her soul, was never able to have kids. So I thought my family line was done with me, but I was wrong." Corwall looked disgusted. "And now I discover that my only child is a faggot. Isn't that just my luck?"
Remy felt so confused. Why had his mother never told him this? He had memories of the man that he thought was his father and comparing the two, Norman was a better man than Corwall, but that couldn't be it. There had to be something else to this story. "So then why did she never say anything about you?"
Corwall flinched at that and Remy knew that something wasn't right. Something was starting to eat at him and he was starting to get a picture of what had really happened. "She was probably angry. I had a lot of girls going after me back then."
Remy sensed that there was a lie in there. "What did you do to her?"
Corwall looked up at him with a smirk. "So you already expect me to be the bad guy, when she was the one that didn't tell you anything."
"My mother had to have her reasons. If you weren't in the wrong, then she would have told me everything." He turned his back on Corwall. "I will respect her judgement. I already had a father and he died a long time ago."
"So she started bumping uglies with someone else then?" Corwall asked, only to get punched in the face seconds later.
"You have no right to talk about her that way!" Remy growled.
"I do when she left me in the dark." Corwall said. "She could have told me. Then at least you wouldn't have grown up liking men." Corwall spit in his face, but Remy kicked him in the shin, sending the man down to his knees.
Remy laughed. "You know, I'm glad that she didn't tell me about you. At least I know that my mother picked a better man in the end."
Corwall coughed up some blood. "So a farmer who died in an accident was better than a general."
Remy's eyes narrowed. "No, a man is better than a child." With that he stormed off to find Ivan. "Don't think for a second that we're family. I already have one, I don't need anymore."
Ivan sighed as he looked over his troops. "That's quite the number." Ivan turned to look down at his father. Makarov only gave him a smile.
"It took forever to train them. Remy and I had a busy schedule." Ivan looked away. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you where I was going. Everything just got thrown on me and I couldn't just stand by and do nothing."
Makarov chuckled as Laxus came out as well. "So now you understand why I was such a bad father." Makarov said.
Ivan sighed. "You weren't a bad father. I just sucked at listening. I was just stubborn."
"I thought that was a Dreyar thing." Laxus said, sitting down. "Maky is the same way."
Ivan looked between his son and his father. "I really do wish that I could have been around for you and Maky."
"You don't have to apologize. Stuff happens. Just look at Bickslow." Laxus said.
Ivan sighed. "I just wish there was a way I could talk to him again."
'So you're really going to stand around and talk about me like I'm chopped liver.' Ivan froze and looked around, confusing Makarov and Laxus.
"Is Remy trying to tell you something?" His father asked.
Ivan held his hand up. "Say something else."
Both of them stared at him in confusion. "What are you…?" Laxus started.
"Not you two!" Ivan looked around hoping that voice popped into his head again.
'You know this place is pretty boring.' This time Makarov and Laxus froze. Ivan realized that they could hear it as well. 'I swear when I get out of here, that bastard is going to pay for locking me up in that jello. It's still in my ears.'
"Bickslow." Ivan said.
'You know, I could really go for a long ass bath after this shit. I know I just seriously pissed off that asshole, but come on. He deserved it.' Bickslow said. He must have not realized that they could hear him.
"Bickslow? What did you do?" Ivan pondered.
'I mean Flare was going to die anyway. I just helped her along. He's taken enough from me. I figured that he needed something taken from him.'
Ivan froze. Flare was dead. Bickslow killed her. And he didn't sound like he regretted any of it. "Bickslow are you okay?"
Bickslow didn't answer. His middle son had to be doing something else. Ivan sighed. At least now he knew that Bickslow was really alive in there. The question was, would he be able to function after this? There was only one way to find out.
To Be Continued…