Back again! I hope this arc lasts at least 15 chapters, but we'll see. Enjoy!
Ultear had absolutely no idea where she was, which wasn't good. She didn't know where anyone else was either, which was even worse. Luckily, Ultear had turned into water as the airship crashed, so she hadn't been injured as she had been swept away. She'd landed in a clearing, and she'd recovered in time to watch the airship finish crashing, although it was far away. Ultear sighed and began to walk in the direction of the airship, hoping that she could find someone to help or talk to.
"I wonder what the hell that thing that hit us was." Ultear wondered aloud. "Probably from the same asshole that attacked the guild. Wait until I get my hands on you..." Ultear sighed and crossed her arms, walking at a brisk pace. "I hope nobody died, the only reason we were hit was because we distracted them..." Ultear made a face. "Mavis, this is bad..." Ultear was cut off as her old leg wound twitched in pain, and she groaned. Wendy had told her that it would never fully heal, she'd always get random jabs of pain from it. It still irritated her, though. "I swear, if I could go back to when this didn't hurt..."
"Shall I allow that for you?" Ultear jumped as the second voice spoke to her. She watched as a white haired women walked out of the tree line in front of her, and the women smirked at him. "Because I could do that for you." Ultear wasn't sure if she was supposed to be tensed up or not, but she was regardless.
"Who the hell are you?" Ultear demanded, and the women smiled, although there was nothing warm about it.
"I'm called Maya by my peers." She said, blushing. "And my beloved. Although that is irrelevant. Are you prepared for combat, Fairy Tail mage?" Ultear gave her, apparent opponent a quick up and down check, finally deciding she wasn't all that dangerous looking. he looked rather young, wearing matching blue clothing.
"Yeah, alright." Ultear said, grinning as she weighed the odds, which felt in her favor. "Go ahead, I can assure you that you won't win." Ultear watched as Maya grinned, holding her hands out.
"I wouldn't speak so soon, fairy..." She said, energy gathering in her palms. Before Ultear could react, she felt herself being effected by the magic. Ultear didn't know what was happening, the magic made it seem like she was shrinking.
"What the hell did you do to me?" Ultear asked, squeaking as her usually deeper and developed voice came out a squeak. She looked down at her body and found that she had indeed shrunk, her clothes hung off of her awkwardly. Ultear began to panic as she quickly made a mirror out of ice. Or tried to, rather. It came out ridged and hard to see through, but Ultear could see what had happened.
She looked about seven years old.
"What the hell did you do to me?!" Ultear shouted angrily, doing her best to sound angry as her seven year old voice yelled. Maya laughed.
"My magic if often referred to as the Law Of Retrogression." She replied as Ultear attempted to storm towards her, her movements awkward due to her being used to being seventeen, not seven. "Don't be upset, all I've done is reversed your physical, magical, and other aspects to that of the seven year old you." Ultear had heard of that magic from Erza, how a man named Doriarte had used it years ago. "I'd try and get used to it, I don't think I'll be losing anytime soon." Ultear knew that now she was in trouble. She would've been able to take this girl on if she wasn't a single digit age again.
"As if my day could get any worse..." Ultear cursed under her breath. "Maybe next someone will fall from the sky and attack me, that'd be great..."
It was quiet, far to quiet for Damien's liking. Since he'd pulled Jellal and the others from the wreckage he'd taken to setting up a small base camp for them, as he knew that they would be stuck here a while. Sawyer and Macbeth were the only two who were capable of moving as of present, and they had taken to stalking around the perimeter in case anyone decided to attack. Meredy was awake as well, but she was rather irresponsive at the moment, so Damien opted to allow her to stay at Jellal's side instead of asking her to patrol. Richard was still no where to be seen, and Macbeth had already tried to get him in archive, but couldn't. It was as if the big ginger haired man had disappeared, which Damien found hard to believe. He wasn't trying to be rude, but Richard was a big guy, he couldn't just disappear.
"Hey, kid." Damien had learned Macbeth preferred to call him kid instead of his name, so he turned to face him. "How's Jellal doing?" Jellal turned to the unconscious blue haired man, and frowned. Jellal hadn't gotten any better, if anything it was worse.
"I can't tell." Damien replied, walking over to stand next to Meredy, who still hadn't moved. "Hey, uh, Meredy?" He asked slowly, but the girl didn't respond. "I know you're worried and everything, but I need all the help I can get with setting up some sort of shelter around here, so..." He trailed off in hopes the woman would get the hint, but she didn't. Damien sighed and was about to leave when Meredy sighed.
"Damn it, Jellal..." She spoke angrily. "Sop fucking around and wake up...I've told you a million times this job would kill you, but I didn't mean it...What would I do without you, huh? Where would I be?" Damien listened the Meredy talk to Jellal with a frown on his face. He needed her to focus, regardless of how worried she was. Damien stopped when he heard Sawyer return.
"Anything?" Damien asked him, and the man nodded.
"I did see a fight break out in the air." he said, pointing upwards, and Damien noted to dots tackling each other in the distance, one light the other dark. "I assume that's Jellal's kid and some Devil Advocate scumbag." Damien nodded as the dots disappeared into the distance. he had faith in Simon, but he was still worried. At least He knew now Simon was alive, that was good.
"Alright." Damien said quietly. "Just...fuck, just try and help me with this shelter building crap." Sawyer nodded and raced into the airship, presumably to collect metal to do as instructed. Damien wasn't sure why Jellal's guild was listening to him, but it really didn't matter. All that mattered right now was survival, revenge could come later. Damien turned to face Macbeth as he cursed and closed his archive. "Whats wrong?"
"Richard still isn't answering." Macbeth replied angrily. "And I can't connect to Erik either."
"Drake's dad?"
"Sure, I think." it occurred to Damien the other Poison Dragon Slayer had no been present when they'd snuck aboard, nor during the crash. it didn't really matter where he was, there was a very small chance he'd show. "This day just keeps getting better and better." Damien managed a chuckle.
"Agreed."he replied. "Why don't you go and help Sawyer?"
"Who put you in charge?" Damien was grateful Macbeth had half a brain, but he also had a response.
"I'm sorry, did you want to try and coax Meredy to do something?" Macbeth made a face before he sighed and walked over to help Sawyer rip bits of the airship off of the deformed wreckage.
"My my," Another voice said, and Damien sighed. "Quite the little camping trip you have here, Damien." Damien cocked his head left and stared at Xisplate, who stared back.
"What?" Damien asked lowly, fully aware he was still close to those who could hear him speaking. "I'm busy."
"While all of your friends are currently about to butt heads with Devil Advocate, and you're camping. Such a great friend, Damien." Damien turned to face the demon fully, giving him a surprised look.
"They're all okay?" Damien asked weakly, and Xisplate shrugged indifferently.
"Okay is a very loose term here." he replied, crossing his arms as he watched Sawyer and Macbeth work. "Nashi and Elise are currently outmatched, Drake was acquired himself a fangirl who can't decide where her loyalties lie, Simon is currently fighting his polar opposite, and Ultear is seven years old. Questions?" Damien sighed.
"Too many to get a clear answer out of you." Damien replied. "I'm still not sure why I even listen to you, I hate you." Xisplate shrugged.
"Not taking your worst enemies advice makes you either a fool or smart, which does this make you, Damien?" Damien opted to remain silent on the subject, hoping the demon would leave him be. Xisplate was right, obviously, but what made Damien trust him completely? It unnerved him. "Either way, I'd prepare yourself, Damien. I'm getting a bad feeling about this guild, and by that I mean you should take that very seriously."
"Why?" Damien asked, now very nervous. If something about this guild was enough to make Xisplate edgy, he by all accounts should of been downright terrified. Xisplate made a face, muttering to himself.
"It can't be..." Damien heard the demon mutter. "He isn't...ugh, bastard..." Xisplate turned to face Damien, a look way to serious for Damien's liking. "You stay put for now." he said. "I have to check up on something." With that, the demon disappeared, leaving Damien to his own thoughts. Damien didn't know what had just transpired, but he didn't like it.
"Fuck..."
Xisplate stormed through the demon world, the deathly aura he exuded making the souls that wandered the halls of the 10th Circle of Judgement shy away in fear.
"Bastard..." Xisplate growled. "What the hell does he think he's playing at?!" Xisplate reached his destination and kicked the door down, causing the other demon lord within to panic.
"Shit!" He shouted as Xisplate stormed in. "...Xisplate? What's up man, been too long!" Xisplate watched as his comrade held out a hand for him to shake, but he shoved it away. "What's up your ass?"
"Do not fuck with me, Vantros." Xisplate growled as the other demon lord got up and walked around the desk to speak with him. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Vantros growled at Xisplate, before he sighed.
"I don't have the faintest idea..."
"I said do not fuck with me!" The deathly aura increased in power, and Vantros flinched. "You know as well as I that a fight between lords..."
"Oh, that." Vantros sighed. "A bad coincidence, sadly. They'll have to sort it out themselves." Xisplate stared at his nonchalant demon colleague like he was going insane.
"Are you fucking crazy?!" Xisplate hissed, grabbing Vantros by the collar of his cape. "If a fight between demon lords broke out, it would be a god damn bloodbath!" Vantros laughed darkly.
"Fantastic!" he said with an evil smirk. "I'll be sure to give my cohort directions" Xisplate growled as Vantros laughed.
"You know as well as I what those kids are destined to do." Vantros groaned as Xisplate lectured him. "if any of them die before seven months from now..."
"The Olympians have already won, I got you." Vantros said, throwing himself back down in his heather chair. "And if they win, then our world crumble becuase they're assholes..."
"Exactly! So what in the fuck..."
"I don't know who things go with you and your host, Xissy." Vantros threatened. "But I have no control over my host. Although I've heard different from you..." Xisplate did his best to control his rage as Vantros prodded him. " can't stop him should he chose to attack... what the hell was your host's name again.
"Damien" Xisplate growled. "His name is Damien."
"Right. Well, sorry Xissy, if it comes to a fight between lords, neither of us can stop it." Vantros acted as if they're conversation was done, but Xisplate grabbed the other demon by the collar of his chest plate, glaring at him angrily.
"If you or your fuckhead host come within even 500 miles of Damien," Xisplate threatened angrily. "I will not hesitate to fucking destroy you, you understand Vanny?!" Vantros growled and shoved Xisplate away from him, and the two stared at each other angrily.
"Have you lost your demonity, Xisplate?" Vantros asked angrily. "Why do you care so much about destinies and fate and..."
"Because if even one of those children dies before the Olympians make their move," Xisplate repeated. "The fight is over before it even begins. Do not mistake my protecting them as acceptance, I want nothing more than to off all of them, but we need them." Vantros nodded and sighed.
"I'll see what I can do." Vantros replied. "Don't expect a miracle, though." Xisplate whirled and left the room, leaving the other lord to his own thoughts. As soon as he was out of earshot, Xisplate growled angrily.
"It's going to be a massacre..."
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