Hey guys! I hope you liked the last chapter! Sorry, it's been 3 weeks since I last updated, but, to be fair, I was studying for exams. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter.

Disclaimer ~ I do not own Fairy Tail

I'm so scared….. It's so cold….. I'm alone….. I don't want to be here… That's all I can think as I'm, once again, sent into the past.

I'm in the cave again and the man is still sitting on his throne, but this time it's on a mountain of bones. There's a young boy who doesn't seem to be much older than 13.

This boy has dark hair, similar to mine, and he has the same eyes as me. In fact, we have a lot of similarities. He could be me if I was a male. He has ruffled hair, unlike me, and wears a 'skirt' similar to the style Natsu wears and a small and unbuttoned shirt, so that everything except his back is showing. He has bruises all over himself as well.

"So, you understand what you're supposed to do, right Malthus?" Asks the man, looking down from his throne.

"No I don't," Malthus says, crossing his arms. "I don't see why I'm supposed to get my deadbeat sister, who left our family, back."

Ouch..

"She was only a year when she left. She was dropped off by her mother, who didn't think it was safe for her here," The man says, impatiently. "How many times do we have to go through this."

"I don't care. They're both at fault then," Malthus says. "I don't want to do it. Can't you?"

"Malthus. After all your beatings, how do you not realize that if a demon, like myself, walked into a village of mages, he'd be killed within a millisecond?" The man asks, sighing into his hands.

"So it's okay for me to die, but not for you?" Malthus asks sarcastically.

"You won't die," The man says, growing more and more impatient by the second. "You have a rare ability that makes it so that normal spells won't work on you."

"But you're the most powerful demon here, won't you be fine?" Malthus asks again.

"Probably, but I don't have the strength to go in that village anymore," The man says.

"So I'm supposed to get her back why?" Malthus asks, dropping the topic.

"You don't need to get her back, just be somewhere you can keep an eye on her." The man says.

"But why?" Malthus asks again.

"Because she knows everything about our kind, even if she doesn't remember. There are many spells that have been invented that can bring back those memories and we can't risk that." The man explains.

"Fine, but what about the letter?" Malthus asks, holding up a small piece of parchment, with tiny and messy handwriting on it.

"Give it to a woman who goes by the name of Hitomi. You must make sure she reads it and then you'll attack." The man says.

"Fine," Malthus says, tucking away the letter and leaving the cave.

After he leaves the cave I hear someone mutter from behind me and barely make out:

"Goodbye Malthus…."

Then I'm thrust back into the present.

"So you know now," The man says.

"What was I supposed to find out from that?" I choke out.

"That I was the reason Malthus died," The man says. "I planned everything. Your 'mother' read the letter I wrote, which told her to put Malthus inside you and no one else. Now, if a demons' soul is put inside a wizards' body, along with the wizards' soul, do you know what'll happen?"

I shook my head.

"The soul that is not supposed to be there slowly dies," The man says simply.

I want to cry. The brother I had was much kinder than I had seen in the past, and now I've found out why, he's gone.

"Didn't Malthus know about that?" I ask slowly.

"Of course he knew, but he was always quite dull," The man says. "Didn't pick up on my plan quick enough."

I don't feel sad anymore. The sadness is replaced with a mixture of anger and fear.

I feel dark, nether, energy surge through me again. The way it did when I fought Deity.

I become a being of complete darkness, although I know that I shouldn't be doing this in my condition, but I have the healing potion my grandmother gave me so I'll be okay.

"So this is the power that you've been training for these last three years," The man says. "Malthus told me everything about you and what you've been up too."

This only fuels my anger.

"Induce: Pain" I say, pointing at the man staring at me from his throne.

The pent up rage, sadness and fear I've felt since Malthus died are all pouring out of me.

Although I'm sure I used the spell, he doesn't move. He sits still on his throne and I can see what I'm killing instead. It's a weird creature with an eye for a head and hops around on one leg. It's mouth seems to be floating and it has a tooth pointing out.

It's hopping violently and jerking sideways. I move my finger and the creature hops back into the dark.

I look back up at the throne and the man smiles grimly down at me.

"I think it's about time I told you my name," He says maliciously. "My name is…. Nabirus!"

Suddenly the cave starts shaking violently. I see bits of it come down around me, but the roof holds up.

Why did his name do that? I think, looking up at his throne.

In his place, there's a demon made of the same energy that I'm made of. He looks almost the same way I do, but stronger. He radiates more power than before, so much that the monsters who were nearest backed off even more than when he was just sitting there.

"This is a comfortable form. No wonder you like it," Nabirus says, throwing back his head and laughing.

"Did you-" I begin, but I'm cut off by Nabirus.

"Steal your magic? Yes I did. I'm even feeding off your magic power right now," Nabirus says, still laughing. "Now let's try this spell. Induce: Pain."

All of a sudden, I'm overcome by unbearable pain. I keel over and grab my stomach, which feels like it's going to explode.

"I see, this is fun," Nabirus cackles, moving his finger to releasing me. "Let's try some more spells."

"Why do you need my magic?" I croak, rubbing my throat which felt inflamed a minute ago. "Don't you have a more powerful magic."

"I don't," He says, still thinking about possible spells. "Well, technically I do. It's the magic that let me steal your magic. I have other powers of course, but it's just more fun this way."

I want to keep talking, but I can't. I'm overcome with fear. I fall down and I doubt it's because Nabirus is using my magic.

I'm on my knees and my palms are sweaty.

I'm scared..

I feel warmth at my back, but when I turn around no one's there. The warmth remains and it feels like the friends I made at Fairy Tail are telling me to keep fighting. They're telling me that they'll help me and that I'll make it alive.

I draw a shaky breath and stand up.

"Give me back my magic," I say as forcefully as I can muster.

"What's this? Did the dog just bark at me?" Nabirus says. "Dogs would do well to remember their places, don't you think?"

I must look scared at the idea, because he laughs even louder. I've learnt spells I'd never use on someone in a fight, unless someone needed to die.

"Reanimate," Nabirus says. He points at me and I feel something leave my body. It's a dark sphere. It's begins to take a shape and takes the same shape as the boy I saw with Nabirus in the past.

"Fight for me," Nabirus says, pointing at him.

"I'm sorry Crystal," Malthus says, lighting his hand with some form of dark magic.

"Malthus."

Well, it's looks like I'm going to drag this fight on forever. Sorry again about the late update. I'll try to update again on time next week. See you next time! Bye!