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"You'll be fine, you'll be fine, you'll be fine..." Winter whispered to herself as she walked alongside the wall, hugging herself to prevent a freak out. "These sewers ain't shit...You got this..." She hadn't made much progress since she'd been separated from Drake, mostly because his presence was the only thing keeping her from the freak out that she currently suppressing.

Almost falling into the water, Winter regained her balance and leaned against the wall, trying to breath deeply. Only problem with that was that the air was so stale she wanted to puke, and the air being so putrid only made her realize once again she was out of her element.

"Maybe I need to find Drake..." She murmured. "If I had any clue where he was. What would he do in the event we were split up?"

He'd look for you.

"Ugh, duh." Winter hissed. "He's the kind of guy who'd look for me without a second thought. Typical gentleman act."

You know it's not an act.

"Shut up, conscious." She muttered. "I don't need your two sense." Winter needed a plan, she needed something, anything to get her out of here. Just as she thought about it, a gust of wind brushed past her. A normal person wouldn't have been able to feel it, but Winter was well attuned to the wind.

Wind...?

Of course! If she used her magic to funnel the air in the sewers, she could not only prevent a freak out, but if Drake had any sense at all, he'd follow the gusts of air if he felt them. She couldn't exactly use the wind to map out the area, but it was better than nothing. Concentrating, the wind picked up around her, circulating around her. Although the air was still disgusting and she couldn't stand it, the breeze allowed her to calm down considerably, and she sighed.

"Oh wow, that's so much better." She said with a smile. "Now, what do I do now?"

drip drip drip drip drip drip...

Drake did his best to ignore the dripping of the leaking pipes above his head, walking with his hand on the wall. Quite honestly, it was a pretty irritating sound.

"I wonder where Winter is..." He muttered under his breath, stopping and looking around in the pitch black. He didn't do why he kept looking around, he couldn't see shit anyway. Bouncing sound waves off the walls, Drake mapped out the sewers in his head, even thought the shadow walls would make then near useless.

It occurred to him that he needed to prioritize finding Winter, but he couldn't do that efficiently in this damn darkness.

"I hope she's okay, what with these enclosed spaces." He said to himself, taking a left. "She's not good with them." Of course Drake knew Winter had lied to him when she said she was afraid of the dark, he wasn't stupid. Completely taking away from the fact they had dated, all it took was simple deduction to figure out her problem. Winter was a Sky God slayer. The sky was open, the sewers were not. She was clearly claustrophobic, simple as that. It must've been that she was embarrassed about such a simple fear. Understandably so, he wouldn't want to admit it.

"Well, whatever." he muttered. "She's a strong girl, she'll be fine."

Hopefully...

Drake's hand came into contact with a shadow wall, and he immediately turned to the left to continue. He really had no destination in mind, he didn't know how to get out. Maybe find a way to get Quintus to show himself and stop being such an asshole, but that didn't seem to be in the cards for him. How was he supposed to make this guy show himself? Seemed damn near impossible given his environment.

"Leave it to me to get stuck in this situation." he hissed. Just as he was about to continue on his merry way, a splash sounded from down the tunnel. Drake perked up and looked in the direction of the sound, instantly going a bit defensive. After a moment or two, a sharp walk could be heard against the stone ground. Bouncing his sound magic off of the walls, Drake tried to narrow down the location of the sound.

He couldn't sense anyone, and that made him growl.

He'd learned already that any living thing was hidden by the shadows if they hid in them. If that sound had come from Winter, he'd have been able to tell that. That only left one option, being Quintus. Keeping track of the footsteps, Drake trailed after them, hell bent on finding him.

Damien was having trouble breathing as the earthen hands squeezed the life from him, cast on him by who he assumed was on his side.

"Fuck!" Terra shouted. It didn't look like she was trying, but her face was scrunched up angrily. "I can't stop myself!"

"I would stop wasting your energy, dear." Shuichi advised. "There's no point in trying."

"What...the fuck..." Damien hissed, using his limited air to breath.

"He's Akirelys the Puppetmaster." Xisplate said. "His abilities aren't all that impressive, unless you talk about his possession."

"Possession...?" Damien mumbled weakly.

"His signature is making his enemies his 'puppet's, so to speak." Xisplate frowned. "The possession can be stopped if the headache is recognized, bu other than that, the only way to stop the possession is defeating the puppet or Akirelys."

"Not...very helpful..." Damien said. Shuichi hummed.

"I have to say Damien, from what I heard, what I'm seeing right now is a disappointment." Akirelys waved the iron rods, and the earthen hands squeezing Damien disappeared and he fell to his knees, coughing. "Let's have a little more fun with this, shall we?"

"Fucking hell." Damien said angrily, standing up. "Anything useful you can tell me, Xisplate?"

"Other than Akirelys himself is physically weak? No." Xisplate regarded the other Demon Lord quietly. "His whole style depends on which puppets he manages to get."

"Alright well," Damien said, taking over into his Demon Soul. "Let's see what we can do."

"Are you serious with that?" Xisplate demanded. "I thought we've been over this, a Lord cannot be bested by..."

"A normal demon, I know." Damien replied. "As much as it pains me, I know using you is inevitable. However, Terra is my friend, and I'll be damned if I accidentally hurt her while using you." Without waiting for Xisplate to reply, Damien unfurled his wings and flew towards Terra, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt and slamming her into the ground, which turned out to be a mistake. As soon as he did, she got up quickly by raising the earth below her, slamming the brick of earth into him. Blocking it gave Terra the chance to rush Damien, fighting in such an unorthodox way Damien had no way of preventing it. It was nothing like Terra's style before, much more forward.

"Damien," Damien looked up as they fell back and Terra was watching him apologetically. "I'm sorry, I can't...It's not me."

"I know." Damien said, smiling. "I understand. Don't worry, I'll deal with you, then him." Shuichi rolled his eyes at the small conversation.

"You really are honorable, aren't you?" Shuichi demanded. "Doesn't matter. Terra, how about we do a little of this?" At the wave of the rods, Terra rode a rock wave towards Damien and jumped of as it reached him, sweeping him off of his feet. Terra grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him into the ground, repeatedly slamming him into it. Damien managed to free himself and throw up a sand wall with a blow of his wings, but Terra rose above it on a pillar and threw it at Damien, hitting him in the side. Her arms coated with earth and she advanced at an unforeseen speed, landing a few painful blows before Damien grabbed her fists and caused a small explosion, sending her back.

"Damien, leave the ground." Xisplate advised. "It's where her magic stems from, separate her from it." Damien did as the demon advised and flew into the sky, high up enough to where he assumed he couldn't be followed. It was only when he looked down to see a fast approaching column with Terra riding it did he realize it had been a mistake bringing her up this high. Shuichi had no care for Terra's well being, so of course he'd send her high up without a care in the world. Damien didn't have the heart to attack her this high, up, so he dodged the earth columns attempting to hit him, flying back down to a reasonable height and watched Terra lower down to his height before he tacked the column, sending her flying downwards. Once she landed, Damien flew towards her quickly and tackled her, flying all the way until they connected with a building, smashing right into it.

"Terra, are you sure you can't fight it?" he asked as he pinned her down, ignoring the people fleeing in fright.

"No, I'm trying!" She cried. "it's no use, he's got me completely."

"Ugh, perfect." Earth rose behind Terra, giving her a boost in strength large enough to force Damien down. Terra bore down on him with no hesitance, and Damien felt the weight of the ground on top of him. Deciding to risk getting crushed, Damien let go of Terra and flew away, just barely avoiding Terra as she slammed down where he had been a moment before. A wall of earth slammed into him, sending him back through the hole they'd created and towards Shuichi, who had barely moved. As they got there, Damien spat up blood.

"I don't get it." He said as Terra sauntered to stand in between Damien and Shuichi. "Even as a puppet, you know how to use Terra's magic way to well." Shuichi chuckled.

"Well, obviously there's a reason for that." He replied. "I've dealt with it before." Damien and Terra's eyes widened.

"What the hell does that mean?" He demanded, and Shuichi burst out into laughter.

"What do you think?!" he asked. "Who do you think controlled her father back at Phantom Dove?!"

Apocalypse walked down the stone tunnel silently, reflecting on his tasks. He knew what he was doing was to end Fairy Tail, but that wasn't what he was thinking about. He had nothing but disdain for that guild, and he'd happily aim a cannon at them. However, it was what he heard before he left, that truly shook the man to his core.

"What the hell were they talking about..?" Apocalypse muttered. "I think it was..."

...

Apocalypse was on his way to see Zeus, he had a question to ask about the cannon before he set off. As he got there, however, the door was slightly ajar, so he paused and looked at it. Zeus never left his door open. As Apocalypse put a hand on the knob, he heard a voice from inside.

"So that's the plan?" the unknown voice said. "Zeus, you amazing bastard, it's genius."

"Silence, Poseidon." Zeus said. "the plan can still get set back, we need to focus."

"Still, using that cannon to get her to awaken. Truly genius." Poseidon chuckled. "Although, one question still remains."

"Yes?"

"Why use her?" Apocalypse waited with baited breath, hoping for a name. "Surely her father would be much more powerful."

"Oh Poseidon, don't say such nonsense." Zeus replied. "The answer is simple: END is dormant."

"Huh? Please elaborate."

"The elder is dormant." Zeus repeated. "Although he can still summon insurmountable strength, he is of no use to us. She, however, is not yet awakened, nor sealed. She is vulnerable. Once we have her, she can be the instrument of our intentions"

"Ah, I see." Poseidon said as he reached the same end Zeus had. "She has yet to be sealed away, correct?"

"Exactly." Zeus chuckled darkly. "However, I have faith that she will survive the blast, and she will awaken as a result." A clinging of glasses could be heard.

"Amazing."

"Yes. Once Apocalypse has completed his task, Etherious Nashi Dragneel will awaken."

...

"Right, now I remember." Apocalypse muttered. "Etherious...something..." That was why he had done what he'd done. Despite what anyone would tell you, Apocalypse still had a sense of right and wrong. He knew when enough was enough, and what crossing a line was.

"One of them was raped."

He flinched as Angel's words echoed in his head. That had not been right, he knew that much. But now, now that he knew what the Olympians were after with that girl, and what they wanted, he had acted.

He drew up the fake job.

He lured them away from the guild.

Did his best to incapacitate them.

And returned to his job.

Why? He'd strike the guild hall, that was certain. But after what he'd heard, what he knew Zeus wanted, he couldn't allow it.

"I don't care what happens to me." Apocalypse hissed, staring down at his hand. "I'll kill her if I have to, but they won't have her..."

"For the survival of the human race, Nashi Dragneel must die."

Plot intensifies. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, leave a review! Let's try and get ten!