Mama Mirajane-22
It was morning in Magnolia, but it wasn't peaceful, nor tranquil, at least at one particular MMA Academy.
"What do you mean Scythe's missing?" Ruby, Yang, Jaune, Nora, and Ren questioned at the same time.
"J-Just as I said. Something really got to him last night, and he ran off, hopefully to try and figure things out." Wendy exclaimed.
"What could have happened that it got to him so badly?" Jaune questioned.
"He um… he was born a triplet…"
"Isn't that good news?" Nora asked. "He has siblings."
"It would be, if he wasn't the only one to live before birth."
"Wait you mean…"
"His sisters were stillborn. Mirajane said that despite being babies, they gave their life force for their weaker sibling to live." Wendy stated.
"Oh man. That's gotta mess up someone's head." Jaune stated.
"He probably feels responsible for his sister's being stillborn." Ren sighed. "He's going to need some time to process through all of this."
"Definitely not something you can easily bounce back from." Nora agreed.
"Poor Scythe." Ruby pouted.
"Well anyways, what are we going to do now? Scythe's nowhere to be found, and we've got less than two weeks to get him into fighting shape for the tournament." Yang sighed.
"Maybe there is still something we can do." Jaune exclaimed. "We can train Wendy to the best of our abilities."
"Well, I don't really have a choice since I'm Scythe's tag team partner." Wendy stated. "Let's do this."
~Elsewhere~
"Ow, my head what happened?" Scythe questioned his eyes opening to find he was in a dimly lit cave. "Oh wait now I remember."
~Flashback the night before~
"I've finally lost her. I just need some time to myself, why can't she just understand that?" Scythe asked flying at his max speed, flying across the kingdom at intense speeds, faster than his mother could keep up with. "I don't want to believe what she told me, because it would mean I'm responsible for their deaths. But still, I have to, she showed me the urns."
Scythe was flying blindly across the kingdom, unaware he was on a collision course.
"I don't wanna accept it but… GAH." Scythe's ranting of denial was stopped when he crashed face first into a stone wall of a vertical mountain side, before he fell to the ground below, his eyes swirling as in a haze before he passed out.
~End Flashback~
"That leave only one question, how did I get in this cave?" Scythe questioned, rubbing his head as he sat up.
"Glad to see you're awake boy."
Scythe looked up, spotting a fire with a man sitting in front of it, with dark blue hair, wearing a tattered cloak, held together by a necklace of stringed carnivore's teeth, and a pair of pants that were held up by a rope belt. Blue markings were decorating his face and visible on any exposed part of his skin.
"That answers that question." Scythe exclaimed swinging his legs around to face the man.
"How's your head?" He asked.
"It's fine. Guess I should watch where I'm flying though huh?" Scythe chuckled.
'Flying, has he already been able to turn into a dragon like me?' Acnologia questioned.
"By the way, what do I call you?" Scythe inquired.
"Call me Ace." Acnologia said, not wanting to reveal his true identity to him. "Care for something to eat?"
Scythe looked at the fire and realized that there were quite a few pickets of meat cooking over it.
"Thank you." Scythe smiled taking one of the pickets.
"So when you said flying earlier, what did you mean by that?" Acnologia questioned.
"Hmm? Well you live in a cave so it's probably right you wouldn't know. I'm the God of War from Fairy Tail. I use both slayer magic and Takeover magic, mainly Satan's Soul for the Takeover. I inherited that from my mom." Scythe smiled. "With it I'm able to fly, and do other cool things, like use forbidden spells that are naturally at my whim. That's the upside to using Satan's Soul, it's the only thing that allows a sorcerer or sorceress to break the laws of using forbidden spells, and not get punish for it."
"Impressive." Acnologia smiled.
'This man isn't fully human, he smells like a whole field of Cherry Blossom Trees, could he be Acnologia?' Scythe questioned. 'But that's impossible, Acnologia is a dragon.'
"So, mind telling me why someone as strong as you would blindly crash into a mountain side?" Acnologia questioned.
"Well, I just found out I'm not supposed to be alive." Scythe exclaimed finishing off the meat, and tossing the bone in the pile he saw.
"What do you mean by that?" Acnologia asked a bit in shock.
"According to my mom, I was the sick one inside the womb. But my sister's, yet to be born alongside me, were the ones who died, because they gave their life force to me. Which resulted in them being stillborn." Scythe explained.
"Hold your head high boy." Acnologia stated biting into a chunk of meat.
"What?" Scythe questioned.
"I may not know much about you, but I know of the things you've done, all that you've accomplished in your life, after all, I don't spend all my time in this cave. I do go out to the nearby village to get some reading materials every once in a while." Acnologia lied, holding the crumpled up paper that Zeref gave him, in his hand.
"What happened to the rest of the magazine?" Scythe asked.
"Used it for kindle, but that's not important along with the daily newspaper I go and get each morning." He lied again, knowing all of what Scythe has done through the words of Zeref. "But none of that is important right now. What is important right now is helping you get over the death of your sisters."
"How am I supposed to get over something like that? I basically killed them." Scythe exclaimed.
"No you didn't." Acnologia exclaimed. "It's proven that during gestation, infants wield the primordial magic that create this world, before settling on one magic type after birth. Which would stand to reason, your sisters, despite their young minds, saw the future, and what would happen if you were to die after birth." Acnologia held out his hand and a portal opened, a swirling mass of silver.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scythe questioned.
"Relax, I use a lost magic, I'm the Time Dragonslayer. I slay dragons that have the power to control time." Acnologia half lied. "Right now, I'm showing you a scene from the future that would be if you had died instead of your sisters, which is, at best guess, what they saw. This is a window into another timeline."
Scythe inched closer to the portal, and looked through it. What he saw, shook him to the core. The world was on fire, Natsu and Gajeel were on their knees chained to a couple thrones with magic canceling shackles, and collars. On those thrones, sat two girls, identical twins, their thrones made from the fleshless claws of Acnologia as the rest of the dragon's skeleton acted as a monument. Between their thrones, stood a slanted flag pole, with a flag, adorned with the Fairy Tail emblem, with a skull in the center, and spikes along the curve of the head of the emblem. Most surprisingly on the flag pole, Zeref was hung by the rope, as his body decayed, swaying with the flag in the wind.
The land in front of them was barren, all except for the tributes, the towns people brought, Scythe even saw an older Hisui and her father bowing before them, offering them a portion of their earnings.
"What the hell is this?" Scythe questioned.
"It's a window to another time. One where you had died and they had lived." Acnologia said, feeling guiltily relieved his daughters hadn't survived birth, as they would have surely done him in.
"What kind of future is this?" Scythe questioned, gritting his teeth. "What kind of monsters have they become?"
"Go and ask them." Acnologia said.
"What?" Scythe questioned.
"This window in time, is one you can go through. Though it'll be about a week and a half before I can open it up again to bring you back. If you want some closure about why your sister's did what they did to make sure you lived, then go and face them." Acnologia exclaimed.
Scythe looked at Acnologia, and stood up, before walking towards the portal, and turned to him.
"I'm trusting you to bring me back Ace." Scythe exclaimed.
"I plan on it." Acnologia stated.
Scythe turned back to the window in time, and walked through it, before it shut behind him, leaving Acnologia alone, or so.
"My, my. I didn't expect you to send your own son to his death." Zeref said walking out from one of the large stalagmites.
"I'm not sending him to his death Zeref. I'm giving him the closure he needs." Acnologia sighed. "You did good hiding your scent from him."
"Well it was easy, though grotesque with having to hide right beside the pile of rotting bones with flesh on them." Zeref stated. "What kind of closure do you expect for him to get from battling his sisters?"
"The kind of closure that only they can give him." Acnologia exclaimed.
"I know you could have kept that window in time open longer than what you said. You could have kept it open for a month if you wanted to. Why lie to him?" Zeref asked.
"I'm the boy's father, and the Etherion Dragonslayer, if he were to learn my true identity, he'd hate me forever." Acnologia sighed.
"So, trading having him know who you really are, just to be with him while he's under the pretext of you being someone you're not. You might not be as cold hearted as I pegged you to be Acnologia." Zeref smiled softly.
"That's enough out of you. I appreciate you tending to my son's wounds when we found him to be the cause of the mountain shaking, but I think you've overstayed your welcome." Acnologia stated.
"Fair enough. But one last thing of inquiry." Zeref exclaimed. "Why did Scythe come in this direction if he hates you so much?"
"Draconic instincts. When a hatchling feels like one parents has failed them, or if they need some comfort from a parent they have not seen for so long, they fly in a random direction, which is actually leading them to their parent, it's like a bird's sense of flight, they follow the magnetic waves of the atmosphere with their beaks, and hatchlings find their parents by instinctively following their trail of magic no matter how faint it is."
"Thank you for your time." Zeref smiled.
~Alternate Timeline~
"Man, Ace couldn't have warned me about how bright it would be when passing through the window?" Scythe questioned rubbing his eyes, finding he was far off from where the scene took place. "Alright, let's see, if I remember correctly, Acnologia's skeleton looked like it was wrapped around the castle in the Clover capital. So that's where I'll go first."
Looking around, Scythe found he was in the ruins of a very familiar guild hall.
"What the hell? The Fairy Tail guild hall?" Scythe questioned recognizing the layout. "What happened here?"
Scythe walked around the ruins of the guild, finding the bar counter half destroyed, with the shelves mostly cleared out.
"Heh, it's the apocalypse and still nobody took the prohibition beer. I told gramps no one but I would drink it." Scythe sighed taking three bottles. Looking around, Scythe found a familiar book bag, with the initials, L.M, engraved in gold in the bottom right corner of the bag flap. "Seems one or both of my sisters also had the idea to get big-sis Levy this high quality book bag, with her initials engraved on it, for her birthday. But if it's here then that means…"
Scythe stopped as his gaze went from the book bag, to the ground where he picked it up, finding the charred remains of Levy lying there, on the ground, with the remains of Jet and Droy on either side of her, trying to shield her.
"This is what happened, because I died at birth, and my sisters lived?" Scythe questioned his fists shaking in anger. "Everyone died, because they were power mad."
Scythe walked over to where the entrance to the guild hall would be and found the Fairy Tail banner that usually hung above the door.
"I swear." Scythe exclaimed, wrapping the banner around him like a hooded cloak, with the Fairy Tail emblem on the part, flowing in the wind. "I'll make things right, I'll end their tyranny."
Strapping the book bag to his shoulder, Scythe walked off through the decimated town of Magnolia, finding it completely deserted, all but one building were destroyed.
"Guess they kept this place from going under to." Scythe exclaimed opening the barricaded doors with ease. "Hey, anyone in here?"
"We have no rations to share, so get lost." A familiar blonde brawler cried out.
"I'm not here for food. I'm just needing some information." Scythe exclaimed, not bothering to remove his hood.
"What information are you looking for?" Nora's voice sounded.
"What exactly happened to make the Strauss Sisters go haywire?" Scythe exclaimed.
"No one really knows." Yang stated. "Though it would have to do with them discovering their father was human turned dragon."
"According to the kingdom before it was over run." Pyrrha said as they all brought themselves into the light, revealing what was going on. "They had learned Acnologia was once human, but Zeref cursed him and turned him into the monster he is, when that happened, they let their fears take control, and became just like their father."
"I knew Demonslayers and Dragonslayers were strong, but I never thought they'd be this cataclysmic." Ruby said sticking her head out from behind the check in counter.
"Especially since they're Etherion Slayers." Yang sighed. "Honestly, if we'd known this would have happened, then we wouldn't have agreed to the older of the two, keeping this place from going under. So what's your deal stranger?"
"Name's Scythe. I'm going to put an end to their reign of terror." Scythe exclaimed.
"Good luck with that. Many have tried and failed, all ending up with their skulls in their trophy room." Pyrrha said as she began to tear up.
Scythe looked to Pyrrha, finding she had three babies on her, two in carriers and one in her arm.
"My husband was one of them." Pyrrha exclaimed.
Scythe clenched his fists, as he shook in anger, before he pulled back his hood to allow all who had gathered, Ren, Nora, Chelia, Ruby, Yang, Blake, and Pyrrha and her kids, and many others, to look him in the eyes.
"I swear to you, on my life that I will stop them." Scythe exclaimed spinning around and marching out, allowing the full view of the Fairy Tail emblem to wave in front of them, as he left.
~The Fallen Capital of Clover, now known as, the Crimson Capital~
In the castle of the capital, the two young girls were sitting in their thrones, made of the claws of their father. The sister on the right, wearing a black body armor made from a special material that acted as a sports bra, held together in the back by a metal plate. On her lower half, she wore the equivalent of bikini shorts, with her sky-high combat heels, with two straps connecting the shorts and heels, with the red open skirt strapped to the sides of her bikini shorts, stopping at her shins. Her hair was white with tanned skin, and crimson eyes, with the tips of her white hair dyed red, while it was done up in a ponytail, with two large bangs framing the sides of her face. She wore bicep length fingerless cloves, with metal on the back of each hand of the gloves. Her Fairy Tail emblem, placed on the right side of her chest, barely visible with her top covering most of it, it was only visible due to how it shined red beneath the black fabric.
She was positioned in her throne with one leg between the thumb and index fingers of Acnologia's right claw, while leaning back against the pinkie bone, picking at her nails.
"My, this is getting quite boring isn't my dear sister Eska?" She asked.
The young woman sitting in the throne of Acnologia's left claw, was donned in a black sleeveless dress with an open front on the skirt portion, with a smaller red skirt under it. The trimmings of her dress were red with a red holy knight crucifix on the front of each stocking reaching to her upper thighs. Her arms were donned with cloth that reached to her shoulders on the outer portion, and biceps and triceps on the undersides of her arms. Her hair, dark violet with silver frosted tips, was straight and braided reaching her waist, with her bangs covering her right eye. (A/N: Basically, SAO Asuna's Blood of the Knights, uniform with black instead of white.) Her Fairy Tail emblem, visible on her left thigh, in the same place her mother had it, shinning a light violet lavender.
Unlike her sister, she sat in her throne prim and proper, with an elegance in her posture, with her hands resting on the tips of the thumb and pinkie fingers of her throne made from her father's disembodied claw hand.
The two of them were sitting and lounging in their thrones, watching as Hisui's father was dancing in the great hall, dressed like a scarecrow with a pumpkin on his head.
"I would have to agree Miia. So far the only thing that has piqued my interest today, would be that large surge of magic energy that has come and gone." Eska exclaimed. "What do you suppose that was?"
"If I had to guess, some hottie deity coming to check me out." Miia smirked.
"Please keep you perverted delusions of grandeur out of serious matters of contemplation such as this." Eska sighed.
"You're just jealous that you're not an F-Cup like me, and you'll be a simple C-cup forever." Miia smiled acting pervertedly.
"Please, that's hardly the case here." Eska said, annoyed her sister was partially right about being stuck at a size they once shared together. "In any case, that surge of energy, felt a lot like fathers."
"Now that you mention it, you're right." Miia stated stopping her perverted actions. "Hey, Mato."
"Yes my Queen?" Toma asked, answering to his hidden mascot name. "How may I be of service?"
"Send word to Arcadios, have him send a battalion of troops to Magnolia, there was a surge of magic energy there, and I have a feeling that it won't be the last time something like that happens." Eska stated.
"Yes, my Queens." Toma exclaimed.
"My Queens." Arcadios stated bursting in through the doors to the great hall, then kneeling before them.
"Ah, Arcadios, we were just about to have Mato here send word to you." Miia smiled.
"Pardon the intrusion your Graces, but there's someone here, who wishes to speak with you." Arcadios exclaimed.
"Who would it be?" Eska asked.
"Probably someone who's wanting to get lucky with me." Miia smiled.
"I'm afraid that's out of the question." The hooded guest exclaimed walking into the Great Hall. "Considering that goes against everything moral with me."
"I thought I told you to wait for permission to enter, what happened to the guards?" Arcadios questioned.
"You mean those living dead wearing cursed armor? Their souls now rest in peace." Scythe exclaimed.
"Who are you, speak what business you have with us, and we may spare you for destroying several of our guards." Eska exclaimed.
"Hmm, Arcadios, leave us be."
"You arrogant little…"
"Do as he says Arcadios. You leave to Mato."
'King Toma has been reduced to a court jester?' Scythe questioned as both the pumpkin head and Arcadios left, closing the doors as they did so.
"Speak whelp." Miia shouted.
"Oh come now." Scythe smiled removing his hood, revealing his face. "Is that any way to talk to your big brother?"
Miia and Eska stood at attention as their eyes were glued to his, noticing the definite details of how he resembled their uncle Elfman.
"How can this be? It must be some trick, some form of treason to get us to lower our guard, mother told us you had died at birth; you only lived five minutes, as you died in her arms." Eska exclaimed. "Explain yourself now you cretin."
"Geeze, I thought you might act this way, just calm down and I'll explain myself, while we share a drink." Scythe smiled, holding up the three bottles of prohibition beer he took from the guild.
"Wait that's…"
"The 0-alcohol beer master bought that nobody but you drinks right? Well I drink it too. I thought it might be a drink we could share together." Scythe smiled sitting in the middle of the room using his cloak as a picnic blanket. "C'mon, Demonslayer first."
Miia looked to Eska before shrugging her shoulders and walking down to Scythe, as he held out the freshly held beer.
"It's cold." Miia stated as she took the bottle and sat across from him.
"Well, that's kinda what happens when a Godslayer like myself uses his magic to keep it cold." Scythe smiled as Eska joined, sitting down with elegance and grace. "I see one of you inherited mother's elegance and lady like demeanor, while the other inherited her tomboy attitude and fighting spirit."
"What would you know about our mother and her past?" Scythe questioned.
"Well, I promised I'd explain myself right away so, ears open." Scythe smiled as Miia opened both their bottles.
"I'm listening." Miia smiled after taking a swig. "Man it's been too long since I've had these, I still regret accidentally destroying the place that makes them."
"Well, for starters. Do either of you have the mark of Grimoire Heart on your backs?" Scythe questioned.
"Well, not anymore, mine was erased by the Celestial Spirit King when he restored my eyes." Miia stated.
"Hmm, I see." Scythe smiled. "Well, you can choose to believe me if you want to or not. But I am your older triplet brother, I'm just from an alternate timeline, where I survived birth, and you two were stillborn."
"I'm sorry, but that's just ludicrous. How can you be from an alternate timeline? When there's obviously no magic users who can alter the course of time." Eska questioned raising her hand.
Without looking Scythe's hand raced up and caught the arrow flying towards him from the wall of the castle, before twirling it in his fingers and imbedding it into the ground.
"Nice try sis, nice try. But I'm telling the truth. Tell me, what did Geld do to you that day he kidnapped you a week before the Harvest Festival?" Scythe questioned.
"How'd you know he kidnapped us?" Eska asked, her eyes widening.
"Because in my timeline, he kidnapped me. I was raised by the Draconis family, same as you except I was an only child, I didn't have any siblings to call my own; I only had a dog named…"
"Thunder." Miia said at the same time as him. "He was burnt to ashes, protecting Eska and I from Zancrow. Just like mom and dad."
"Yeah, he was turned to ashes protecting me to." Scythe exclaimed drinking from his own bottle. "Tell me, which one of you became S-Class from a quest accepted from Org?"
"Well, that would be me. Eska was sent on a different quest, becoming S-Class. I even kept an MMA Gym from closing while she kept a café from going under." Miia explained.
"So, here's what I'm seeing so far." Scythe smiled putting his drink down. "So far, everything I've been through, Miia has been through the exact same thing. You both were forced by Hades to turn into fourteen year olds no?"
"Yeah, during the battle with Phantom Lord, we were kidnapped and forced to age into who we are now." Eska explained. "I still don't see any evidence that proves you're from another timeline."
"You want proof?" Scythe sighed. "Well unfortunately Ace won't be able to open up the portal for about a week and a half, allowing me to cross over to my timeline with his help."
"There is one thing he could do to prove he's our older brother from another timeline." Miia smiled. "We could see if he's an Etherion Slayer."
"Please, it would appear the extent of his magic is to Ice-Godslayer magic, nothing more." Eska complained.
"No, that test sounds good, but wouldn't it be more accurate to see if I have Satan's Soul instead?"
"That is true. Only mother and us, can use Satan's Soul, if he truly is our big-bro, then he should be able to use it as well." Miia exclaimed.
"Fine, but it's a waste of my time, having to go about this." Eska exclaimed.
"Good, now then, since we're on the subject, after I prove to you I am your brother, I have a proposition for you." Scythe smiled standing up.
"Alright." Miia smiled as she and Eska leapt backwards, landing in front of their thrones before sitting in them. "Show us what you got."
"With pleasure." Scythe smiled as his body began to light up, gaining their interests once more.
Spreading his wings, the light around Scythe dispersed, revealing his Satan's Soul form, with the addition of the mask, and Grimm Reaper on his back, with Etherion Godslayer power surging around him.
"No way." Miia smiled with glee, before jumping from her seat and tackling Scythe in a hug, knocking them over across the ground, while she nuzzled into his chest. "It really is you. You actually are my big brother. I thought I'd never be able to hug you, or to show you how much I care about you."
"Oh c'mon Miia, where'd the tough girl go? Who's this crying into my chest, and what have you done with my sister?" Scythe questioned with a smile, as he hugged her back, his mask dissipating.
"I still don't buy it." Eska said as she walked down the steps an icy cold glare in her eye. "How do we know this isn't some trick, or mimicry magic?"
"Eska, you felt that power eradiating from him, same as me." Miia said in a defensive manner. "Only someone with father's blood running through them could handle to power of an Etherion Slayer, whether it be Demon-Dragon-God. He's our brother from another time and we should hear what he has to say. Even someone with mimicry magic would die when trying to mimic Etherion Slayer magic."
"Fine, I'm willing to listen." Eska said begrudgingly.
"Well, I know that the two of you didn't exactly have the best childhoods, neither did I, and seeing as you're both hurting inside, and your minds are still jumbled with chaos. I can summon someone who can help you clear your minds, and mend your broken souls. Then, I could probably ask her to open a portal in time, to bring us to my timeline, where we could all live with mother, and live as a family. Even Uncle Elfman will be there." Scythe exclaimed.
"But, if you fix our minds and our hearts, won't it mean we will lose our magic?" Miia questioned.
"Of course it will you dunce, that's what he's actually trying to trick us into doing, letting our guard down and removing us from our birthright of the throne." Eska stated.
"No, it won't remove your magic, it'll just mean your minds won't be all messed up, and your hearts will be pure once more. You will still have your magic, just not any murderous thoughts running through your heads." Scythe exclaimed. "The choice is yours, I won't force you into doing anything you feel uncomfortable with."
"Don't listen to him idiot. Who's always been there when you needed someone to cry to, who's always been there when you've needed an ear to listen? I have, he's nothing but a liar and a crook, who just wants to make us powerless to steal the throne from us. We are the rightful rulers of this world, we deserve this, we'll just send him off to the dungeons to be tortured and then executed."
"Enough." Miia stated, the shadow of her bangs covering her eyes. "Eska I understand you're skeptical about him. But can't you read his scent?"
Eska paused for a moment before sniffing the air, finding a scent filled with love, warmth, and kindness, that made her feel wanted, something she hasn't felt in a long time.
"Eska I act tough, I know I do. But deep down, I'm scared." Miia stated holding tighter to Scythe as she never broke the hug. "His scent is one that makes me feel like I'm wrapped in a blanket, of warmth, and love. Genuine love, which is something we've only felt from mother, the Draconis family, and everybody in Fairy Tail. Don't you even recognize the emblem on the cloak he put down?"
Eska looked down to realize they were indeed on the banner that used to be the Fairy Tail guild hall's welcoming sign.
"Miia, there was nothing for us there. Those people were just using us, they were just toying with us; they were just wanting to use us as weapons, just like Grimoire Heart, Phantom Lord, and even the Council." Eska stated, pulling her bangs back to reveal a gruesome sight, an empty eye socket with scar tissue around the edges of it, with a gem inside. "Don't you remember what I did to protect us from that spell Jellal used to try and kill us? I lost my right eye and replaced it with this cheap knock off. All so I could protect us."
"I'm grateful for that Eska, I am." Miia stated turning around to her sister, revealing she had been crying. "But the guild was different. They treated us like family, refused to give us up during the war with Phantom Lord, and how did you repay them for that? You burnt down the guild hall with every last member, minus Gajeel and Natsu, trapped inside."
"They refused to give us up because we were their secret weapons."
"They refused to give us up because we were family." Miia shouted her argument. "I know it's been hard for us, to deal with our emotions, especially since we were forced into the ages we are now, but right now, I just want to start over, a clean slate."
Eska stood there in disbelief, wind blowing in from the open windows as she was in denial to what she was hearing right now.
"I see. So your true loyalty lies with those who were playing us for pawns." Eska exclaimed. "Goodbye sister."
Eska raised her hand and pulled down and more than a dozen invisible strings, launching more than three dozen sharp weapons at Miia and Scythe.
Acting quickly, Scythe wrapped his arms around Miia and himself, using his wings to make a dome before covering them in obsidian black metal, deflecting the weapons until the attacks stopped.
"Stop this Eska." Scythe shouted spreading his wings as a light shined behind him. "This is madness."
"Madness? No my poor defiant whelp, this isn't madness." Eska stated as her body began to crackle with magic energy as she pulled out a violet lacrima with fourteen gold specs, and a dark purple center in it. "This is the will of the Crimson Capital."
"Wait, that orb, don't tell me that's…"
"The Tenrou Orb. The very item Master Mavis's people were sworn to protect from anyone who would use it. Its power is pure, and it was drained of it before she founded Fairy Tail." Eska smiled insanely. "Took long enough to recharge its magic energy, but it did. Guess it didn't help that I had to piece it back together after it was destroyed. Now watch as a true and just ruler handles her problems."
In a flash of blue energy, Eska disappeared, along with the two thrones of made from Acnologia's claws.
"Oh no." Miia gasped.
"What the hell is she doing?" Scythe questioned.
"This is the highest point of security failsafe that we have at our disposal. It's only meant for destroying our enemies that even we can't handle. But to use it on you. Eska has truly lost her mind." Miia stated, her eyes wide open in fear.
The castle began to rumble as an ear piercing roar, echoed throughout the air, forcing Miia and Scythe to cover their ears.
"This has only happened one other time. When Master Mavis's friend, one of the founding members of the Fairy Tail guild, became possessed by this power and was turned into a monster. His body and soul had been forced to possess the dragon skeleton that had been on top of the Cathedral in Magnolia, that's the warning Grandpa Shirou had given us, when he found we had pieced it back together." Miia explained. "He was there, he fought alongside Mavis to stop the dragon skeleton."
Scythe's brow creased as he extended out his magic to sense the energies around him. Miia was obviously just as powerful as him, even though her magic was Demonslayer, not Godslayer, while he sensed she did not inherit either one of the grandparent's mythical spirits. He sensed no dragon, or kitsune, just demon.
"Miia." Scythe exclaimed putting a hand on her head, focusing on transferring something. "Is there any way, any way at all I can bring Eska back without destroying what I think she's possessing?" Scythe questioned as the castle began to rumble with the rhythm of footsteps.
"The only way I know of is through the Fairy Law spell, but that takes ten years to master, we don't have that kind of time." Miia exclaimed. "Everyone in Fairy Tail is dead because of her. The only ones who had mastered that spell were Master and Laxus, but they're both dead."
"Damn it." Scythe exclaimed.
"Scythe, there's nothing you can do to save her, she's gone past the point of no return." Miia stated grabbing his arm as he stood. "Because she willingly allowed the Tenrou Orb to take her, she took Natsu and Gajeel with her, doing something to the skeleton that Yuri couldn't."
Razor sharp claws dug their way through the ceiling of the great hall, tearing it off the rest of the building. Revealing a slender, dragon with black and violet scales, in the same pattern that Acnologia's would be in.
"She was able to revive it into an actual body with flesh and blood, forcing herself to go beyond her limits, and enter her forbidden stage of Dragonforce." Miia exclaimed as they both stared at the female dragon looking at them with a murderous intent. "She has become the next Acnologia."