SMT/FE:A(Fire Emblem Awakening) cross. I own neither.

Considering putting this up for adoption since I don't actually know much of either series.

Pixie was, for a lack of a better description, bored out of her mind. The Outer Realm had been 'peaceful' ever since Demi-Fiend had killed Lord Lucifer, which was still something that she found insane when she considered how fresh the half breed was when they first met.

Peace had been fine for the first few decades, no one with a functioning mind had tried to start anything with her and the rest of the 'Usurpers', but they'd been challenged by idiots without even a quarter of a functioning one for a while.

Seriously, if she saw one more Mara claiming it'd take her or one of the other girls as its concubines she would lose her shit. (Not like those man whores can understand the concept that no self respecting Daemon would ever lay with them willingly. Not even the Succubi would spread their legs for them.) Then she remembered hearing some gossip about some of the Lillum deciding to try it just because they could. A shiver of disgust ran through the Pixie at that, mind forcibly pushing that train of thought away before she lost her lunch.

Moving on from said thought brought Pixie back to her earlier annoyance, a sigh coming from her as she decided to land on a nearby tree branch. She missed the chaos the Outer Realm had, the constant skirmishes she and her friends fought on their journey forwards, and especially her friends themselves.

Sure she kept in touch with some of them, Cerberus was a good boy and let her take as much of his shed coat as she could. The furs were constantly warm and made some nice bedding.

Cu was annoyingly strict with some... Well, alot of things, but he knew how to get some great wine when he took his spear out of his ass.

That usually took Thor though, and the Divine was usually roaming the Badlands hoping to provoke a fight with literally anything that moved, which may or may not include her and the others, so she didn't seek him out unless he was having some downtime.

Frost was fun though, but he was usually with Pyro, and she couldn't stand the annoying pumpkin brain without itching to blast him to the next millennia. How Frost could handle the scatterbrained pyromaniac she never knew, and did not want to know.

Parvati was, even after the centuries, way too nice for her to consistently hang out with. She constantly had to go against her nature to play a 'prank' on the motherly Divine, and keep herself from having a little Fae Fun with the 'children' in her territory. (Which sucks! Just gimme some orphans or something, no one misses or cares about those! That's the whole point about being an orphan!) She really didn't get why Parvati cared so much, but that was their healer for her.

The same thing could've been said about Gabriel, but the Angel knew that some people were just too far gone to spare.

Grimmy... She scowled at the thought of her former friend, a small electrified gale kicking up around her before she reigned it in. There'd been good times with the Demon, but the cyclops just haaad to try and keep her for himself. Half a dozen Panta Rheis and a magically charged Megidolaon sent his dumbass packing. Pixie would've gone for more if the cyclops hadn't tucked his trunk between his legs and ran like a bitch, but oh well.

Her friends had taken her side, as they should've, though they had to persuade Cerberus, Thor, and Quetzal to not go cause a ruckus in Demon territory, because a war, despite how good one sounded now, would just ruin everything their leader worked for. Centuries may have gone by without him, but they all respected the Demi-Fiend too much to undo their hard work.

Atleast she kept in regular contact with Nebiros and Alice. The Devils knew how to have Fae Fun, even though neither were Fae themselves, so she wasn't entirely pent up. (Haaah, maybe I should go drop by Nebiros' home, she probably has some slaves she won't miss or something.) Pixie prepared to take off, fully intent to head over to the Devil's home, before she felt a disturbance.

Now, as one of the strongest Daemon's around, Pixie knew that whatever this was wasn't native to the Outer Realm. The Usurpers had fought pretty much everything atleast once, and this didn't feel like anything she'd faced, so that meant someone new was muscling in on her turf. The thought of some upstart trying that made the usually mischievous Fae scowl at the growing red rift in front of her, an emerald gale erupting around her as the small section of her forest began being uprooted by the winds she produced.

Without barely a thought the strongest Fae and first of The Usurpers shot towards the rift, fully intent on beating the shit out of whoever thought they could start something in HER territory.

It would take Pixie a few days to question whether or not flying through a rift made by some unknown entity was a good idea or not...

It wasn't, but it was never said that the Fae was good at planning anything other then pranks or revenge.

As soon as Pixie exited through the other side of the rift she paused, a strange feeling sweeping through her as the very air around her seemed different. She could still feel the Outer Realm, there was a rift to her territory literally right behind her after all, but there was something... Off, about where she'd found herself. Pixie would've thought about it some more if she didn't feel something familiar, making her freeze as her breath hitched.

She didn't know what it was, but... But whatever it was felt similar to her leader...

It wasn't him, she knew that immediately...

But whatever it was she was sensing was the closest thing to him that she'd felt in centuries! Demi-Fiend was someone important to her, someone she could honestly say she felt something other then the Fae default of amusement, mischief, and vindictive joy that came with screwing anyone/thing over.

It wasn't romantic, Fae didn't do romance, it was something else. Something so close to pride that it was basically the same thing.

Pixie had been the first, had been with Demi-Fiend from the first day he'd awoken in the hospital, all the way to the day they'd rampaged through the Throne. She'd seen him at his lowest points, mentally, physically, emotionally, and worked with him until he'd surpassed even the strongest of Daemons.

Pixie had seen it all, and she could honestly say she loved the Demi-Fiend as family. She'd never had family before, the other Fae, hell, not even the King or Queen counted as family in her mind... But Demi-Fiend? He was her beloved little brother, no matter how much he huffed and puffed about the title, and she'd do anything for him. Just the thought of seeing him or anything related to him had the Fae being the most giddy she'd been in decades.

She didn't even consciously realize she'd shot towards the source of that feeling, only breaking out of her thoughts when a scream rang out.

Now normally Pixie would ignore something like that, Daemons fought each other whenever they thought they could get away with it, but it was the fact that there was no echo in the scream that made her pause. All Daemons, no matter the species, had a type of echo in their speech. The only exceptions were Daemons like Succubus who could hide it so they could lure in prey by making their voices hypnotic...

But then she remembered something important.

Before she considered Demi-Fiend her little brother, he had interactions with some humans.

Humans whose voices didn't echo like a Daemon.

This time, Pixie DID notice she'd shot towards the source. She didn't stop, she just noticed that she was going to wherever the human was.

Thankfully she got there in a few moments, swiftly flying through the forest she'd found herself in, and found who screamed. (I was right... But also wrong?) On the ground ahead of her was a small blonde human girl with a staff that just seemed to radiate healing magic. The issue with this was she knew Demi-Fiend's people didn't have magic, and were also supposed to be ahead of the curve with technology... So unless that was one of those 'LARPERS' he'd told her about, this was something different.

"LISA!" There was also a zombie thing bearing down at the blonde, but it was inconsequential to the issue here...

...

...

...

(Wait a minute, no it's not.) Now that she was actually looking at the thing she could tell it felt just like the rift she'd flown through. It wasn't the exact same, being infinitely more diluted then the rift, but it was... A... Start?

Turning away from the little healer, Pixie focused on the thing that felt like Demi-Fiend. It was close by, and with a little bit of focusing, she could see what it was... Who, it was. (Wow, talk about polar opposites.) The white haired and purple eyed girl couldn't have been further from her little brother if she tried. The robe looked like something he'd wear though.

Granted, she and the rest of the girls would have to talk him into it, but she could totally picture her little brother in it!

(Hmm?) The sight of an arrow sticking out of the zombie trying to feast on the little healer brought Pixie out of her thoughts, making her watch on in a little interest as the zombie faded away like some kind of Daemon. (That's... Weird.) She'd never seen or heard of a zombie Daemon before, not even from Nebiros or Alice, who would definitely know about something like that, so there was no way it was one... (So what is it?) Her eyes trailed towards the girl that felt like her brother and leader, narrowing just a bit as she hummed to herself. (And how does she fit in?) Pixie wasn't entirely sure, but she was interested enough to find o...-

Her head snapped up towards the rift she'd come through, the familiar feeling of a Daemon coming through and shooting towards her making her scowl. She didn't need to physically see what it was to know what was coming, she knew what it was, as well as who it was. Apparently she wasn't the only one either considering the girl who felt like her brother screamed. "RUN FOR IT!" Pixie idly noted the humans running as the Daemon things froze, more focused on the annoyance

The incoming Daemon came crashing through the trees, uncaring about the destruction they caused in their charge towards her. She'd felt its presence a week ago, constantly following her, but not doing anything. It hadn't annoyed her so she hadn't killed it or had some Fae Fun with it, but now she was wondering if she should have.

The rift she came through had closed because of it after all, and that pissed her off. Prepping for the incoming 'fight', Pixie triggered Concentration. She didn't need it, she was one of the strongest magic casters alive, only rivaled by Gabriel, Quetzal, Alice, Nebiros, and maybe Thor if he squeezed every drop of mana into a Wild Thunder, but she wasn't in the mood to play. She was too strong to indulge some annoying gnat, especially when her stalker had decided to come after her NOW of all times!

Her eyes locked onto the Flauros in front of her, the Devil passively letting out flames strong enough to be considered an Agilao. It was strong, no doubt about it, but compared to Pixie? "FiNNal...-"

"Vacuum Wave."

In the blink of an eye a tempest enveloped the area around her, uprooting trees, dirt, stone, anything and everything. She wasn't going to give the little bastard a chance for a fight, All Fae fought dirty, and it didn't help that she was pissed. Nothing was safe from the gale Pixie had called down onto the little bastard that had the audacity to come for her when she'd gotten her first clue to her little brother in centuries!

The tempest tore through the woods around her with a ferocity that reflected the small Fae's annoyance. She was the First Usurper, the Wild Wind of the Enchanting Woods, elder sister to the Demi-Fiend, and the strongest Fae around. Some random Devil thought they could come after HER?

She didn't tolerate bullshit like that. That was why that little shit was dead and torn apart by storm winds.

After a few seconds she cut off the tempest, dismissing the winds with a thought. Pixie looked at her surroundings, taking in the small wasteland, Pixie had excellent control in her opinion, she'd created from turbo murdering her stalker, then huffed. "Stupid ant."

Turning back to the source of a vessel, she flew away, intent on figuring out what was going on.

Maybe she'd find some clues to wherever her little brother went. There were only so many places humans could live after all, someone should know something about him considering who/what he was.

Or maybe she wouldn't find any clues and be eternally trapped in some other plane of existence alone and fade away into obscurity after a millennia or two.

Either or really.

All that mattered was that she was here now, and something had peaked her curiosity.