Author Note: Apologies for the wait, stuff has been happening. Here is chapter five, hope y'all enjoy, particularly DZ2. As always, review, don't review, I leave it up to you. Enjoy ;)
Secondary Note: Updates will take longer, I am going to be working on making these longer. I am beginning to feel that each chapter appears short despite not being necessarily short in length. So give me time as I figure this out.
Chapter Five
The Saint's Wish
He couldn't believe he was pushed to this point; his secret was revealed. Laxus stood proudly in the air, his body crackling with lightning, his body bulked up and covered in scales, as his Lightning Dragon's Roar dominated the sky and slammed into the abomination with great force.
Watching his breath attack slam right into the spot where the two brothers had sent their own breath attacks, he prayed to the gods above that this reveal paid off. Eyes gazing solely on the beast that had earned his loathing, he watched it suffer the full wrath of his lightning, a smirk splitting one side of his face as he smelled the charred flesh and listened to its agonizing cries.
He hoped he managed to fry the thing crispy.
Too bad hopes often got dashed, because his hopes got stomped on with spiked boots and smushed into the ground.
The beast was hurt, that was undeniable, but it was the split-second reaction from Harry that saved Laxus' life. Shoulder-slammed from the side, he barely blinked before he saw a wave of concentrated death burn through the air he had just been occupying. Fire and Lightning. That thing had access to multiple-elemental magic!?
Bodies hitting the ground, Laxus grunted as he righted himself quickly, though it seemed this type of circumstance was normal for his savior. Rolling across the ground and falling into a dashing-stance, Harry rushed forward, dark red flames burning across his body as he ran on all fours. For a Dragon Slayer, it was weird, as was the strange, dog-like form the flames took on, but when he struck, the Great Bastard found itself under siege by an instinct-driven fiery hound of death and destruction.
Magic. Lightning. Seeing Laxus reveal himself to be the Lightning Dragon Slayer had awoken a hunger inside him. A hunger to devour magic of all elements. A hunger to taste the blood of his foes. A hunger he thought he had gained control of, but it had only ever been in a deep slumber. Awaiting the day that it awoke with a vengeance.
"Oi! Leave some for me Harry! Fire Dragon's Rampage!"
Blasted back by an intense, rising inferno, Laxus stared in disbelief as Natsu engulfed himself in dark red flames that took on the form of a great dragon. Immediately he was soaring forward, propelled by the flames surrounding him, and slamming into the side of the Great Bastard. Shaking his head at the sheer unbelievable power of the two Dragon Slayers, especially their inability to run out of damn Magic, Laxus stood up and pulled on the remainder of his Magic Power.
Crackling lightning, pure and swift as that which dominated the stormy skies, surged across his body as an electric yellow aura of unformed, swirling electricity exploded to life. Feeling the lacrima in his chest begin to flow more naturally with his body and influencing his instincts, he felt more than urged his body leave the ground, and the air around him breezed past as his eyes zeroed in on the abomination of nature.
"Lightning Dragon's Breakdown Fist!"
The three Dragon Slayers worked in wild tandem, beating down the beast until finally, it took its last blow. A blazing fist and a Fire Dragon's Iron Fist to the beast's snout, was the last it could take. Arm still outstretched from an overthrown right hook, panting and exhausted, Harry was easily the least bloodied out of the three, but the one in the most need of a wardrobe replacement.
His pants now resembled charred off shorts, his shoes and shirt were long gone from the intensity of the battle. Flesh pink and steaming, he was borderline raw from adrenaline and tanking so many spells from the beast. His hair was matted down with sweat and some blood, but for all of that, he still stood steady and ready for more.
Ready for the beast to be slain and this mission completed, Laxus gathered the last of his magic and cast his favored lethal spell. He cast Lightning Dragon's Heavenward Halberd on the downed beast, but to his horror, Harry ate it!
"THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" Laxus exclaimed, horror instantly turned into absolute fury and he comically waved his arms, eyes wide, and veins bulging in anger.
The only response he got was a contented burp and a "Never knew lightning was spicy!" from a smirking Harry. Then his body changed and Laxus realized something.
"Oh hell no! I am not being made obsolete by you, Potter! Get out of that form or I will beat you out of it!"
Infuriated at the sheer gall of the raven-haired man, Laxus stepped forward, prepared to go through with his threat, when he felt the sudden surge in Magic Power within him and found himself staring dumbstruck at Harry's new Lightning Dragon Form.
The form was sharp and yellow, his scales sharper and deadlier, claws sharper and physique more lean. Instead of bulky, he had the perfect physique for speed and strength. His eyes were now electric yellow and slitted emerald green, with a lightning-bolt shaped scar running down his left eye similar to Laxus'. One thought came to his mind upon seeing the form.
He looks like a humanoid Lightning Dragon, and that thought scared him more than he was willing to admit.
Faster than he could properly perceive, a bolt of lightning was thrown and the Great Beast was engulfed by an electric explosion. As the dust rose and a cloud of dark smoke began to form, Natsu whistled and Laxus gaped at the sight of its body alight with flames. It was dead. Cooked to a burnt crisp.
"The thing is dead. Let's leave," Harry's voice crackled like lightning and sounded even less human than he already looked. Not about to argue, not with their ears hurting from the frequency of his voice to their sensitive eardrums, Natsu and Laxus nodded, and all three burst into the air to return to the normal world.
To learn their time spent within the mirror realm had been far shorter than the passing of time in the normal world, the trio took their pay and hurried to the nearest train station. "Can't believe we spent three weeks battling that damned thing. Definitely feeling it though," Natsu groaned, the exhaustion of the battle and the motion sickness from riding the train hitting him like a meteor.
It was the same for Harry and Laxus, both of whom groaned in tandem. Though the blonde of the group felt the most aggrieved. "At least you got a seat. You bastards took the only seats and gave me the floor- Oh god!" Stomach churning violently after a particularly nasty set of rails.
The trip back to Magnolia was long and arduous. Many times the three Dragon Slayers felt like their souls would leave their bodies and enter the realm of the dead, but each time they endured and Harry swore he heard a malicious laughter filled with irony and glee.
Though when they reached the city they called home, it was far different than normal. The once humble canal-split city that entertained merchants and small fishing boats, with a serene value for vacationers, was now a bustling city of activity, and they could see the banners of the Royal Family on the far edge of the city.
When the people of the city first saw them, many parted from their path and began to whisper. The whisperings spread and their spines tingled as a path was made all the way to the guild, where they saw a duo of men arguing that particularly made Laxus pale dramatically.
"I don't give a lick about you, those Dragon Lacrima implanted inside your hollow body, or your delusions of godhood! You will not be fighting those boys!"
"How dare you stand against your God! I should smite you where you stand, Clive!"
Both men were enveloped in auras of magic pure and powerful, Gildarts' a dark white and God Serena's a dark green, as they glared daggers at each other. The whole city shook as their Magic Power grew, and were it not for the sudden activation of a golden dome around the city that seemed to adhere to its own set of rules, Laxus thought the city would crumble under their combined might.
"Why so pale, Laxus? Are you afraid?" Harry saw what he was seeing, as did Natsu, but he lacked any foreknowledge of the two monstrously powerful mages that stood before them now. At least until the blonde made a startling reveal for him.
He pointed at the green-eyed orange-haired man "That's Gildarts, Harry," The name Gildarts was all the raven-haired teen needed to hear for his attention to be taken and his body to stiffen. "And the flamboyant menace that smells of cheap beer and cologne?" His words were suddenly drowned out by a stiffening silence as the one he spoke of slowly turned his head and stared dead straight into his emerald eyes.
The air grew tense as everyone with an ounce of sanity stepped back, afraid of the events developing as they were. Gildarts Clive and God Serena arguing had been one thing, but the way these two stared each other down, one gaze narrowed ever so slightly and the other curiously bemused without an ounce of fear, it was as if their very instincts were telling them that this was a meeting of harbingers. A meeting truly born in the fiery depths of Tartarus.
Finally the silence was broken by God Serena's unholy chuckling. "Cheap booze indeed, not even a god such as I can shower enough it seems. I still reek of the foul substance. And the cologne, might I suggest trying it. Dragon's Fragrance, my own product. If you suitably entertain me, I'll get you a fifty-percent discount," The blue-eyed orange-haired man smirked at the younger Dragon Slayer, arms spreading out and muscles flexing involuntarily as he extended his hands out in an extravagant greeting.
"As always, I am nothing if not a generous God,"
The hairs on his neck stood on tall and his heart pounded faster as his instincts began to burn with a need. A need that made his body forget the pain and exhaustion of his last battle and his Magic Power surged with renewed and greater strength than his previous battle. Feeling the thirst for battle begin to overwhelm him, Harry gave the flamboyant and conceited man a smirk so unholy it terrified the faint of heart.
"Tell me. How does your blood bleed? Red or gold?"
The atmosphere suddenly grew oppressive as Harry's aura seeped out, a rose-tinted black aura of magic that made lesser mages step back in pure fright. As if Death itself had saturated the air, Harry made any who had brushed once with death remember with vivid detail, their bodies pumping with adrenaline as if they were about to escape death once more by the skin of their teeth. And his unholy smirk was soon matched by God Serena's own.
"I can feel it. The flames of the Fire Dragon, the lightning of the Lightning Dragon, and something else. Something pure and whole, unfragmented. You are a First Generation Dragon Slayer, yes? Tell me, how did you come across such powerful elements?"
His blood was singing, dark malicious glee surging through his system, pumping his veins full of adrenaline and making his First and Second Origins churn like a violent storm. This was going to be the battle that he had longed for. The one that would make him feel alive once more.
"I ate their magic. I eat magic. That is how I am as great as I am," Harry spread his arms slowly, muscles flexing voluntarily as he prepared his body for what was to come next. "And now I want to eat yours!" Unable to hold themselves back, God Serena and Harry launched themselves at each other, each coated in powerful auras of lightning.
An explosion of concussive magic force rocked through the city, shaking it and shocking everyone as they saw that both Dragon Slayers had a single fist extended, knuckles digging into the other's cheek. Then God Serena struck again, faster and fiercer. "Dragon God's Fist!" Driving his fist into Harry's stomach, his entire arm glowed with eight different brilliant colors: dark red, electric yellow, pale green, brilliant blue, light brown, pure white, and pure black.
The force of the blow, the strength of the spell, and the combination of eight different Dragon Slayer Magics into one singular unnamed magic shot Harry's body straight through the air. Not letting up, he surged forward, fast as lightning, and snatched his head out of the air and brutally began to terraform the land beyond the city with his body.
Amidst a burst of dark red flames and an earth-shaking explosion, Harry tore himself free and slammed a Fire Dragon's Iron Fist into God Serena's face, sending the Wizard Saint back several yards. Surrounding himself in lightning, he uses it to enhance his strikes, and pummels into the disoriented mage.
Feeling his blood pumping and head aching from the blunt force trauma of the strikes, God Serena dispersed into his Lightning Form, only to be torn out of it by a vicious, lightning-coated fist. "No running!" Flung through the air like a ragdoll, he flipped over and caught the ground with his fingers. Clawing the earth as he halted himself, he entered his Diamond Form and stood his ground as Harry bull-rushed him.
"Lightning Dragon's Breakdown Fist!"
"Lightning Dragon's Crushing Fang!"
"Lightning Dragon's Heavenward Halberd!"
That trio of attacks sent the supposed God cascading through trees and earth for a mile-long stretch, happening too fast for him to absorb the last spell in particular. The entire city of Magnolia shook as God Serena's body was used to scar the earth and the two remaining Dragon Slayers got pumped up. One because the desire to battle a strong opponent was roaring like the dragon in his soul. And the other… well it was the roaring fury of having his spells pilfered so brazenly.
"Those are my spells, Potter! Heavenward Halberd!"
Brazenly, Laxus launched his own spell, making it bigger and more powerful, at the recovering Wizard Saint. God Serena smirked until he felt a rising heat coming from his east. Glancing to the side for but a second, his eyes widened as he stared into a point-blank Fire Dragon's Roar.
FUCK!
An explosion of fire and lightning consumed the landscape, but when the dust settled, all three Dragon Slayers found themselves facing a different God Serena. His magic power was unleashed in full, creating a vortex of ominous greenish black magic. His eyes had changed; his sclera had turned dark-blue, and his irises had become extremely small and completely white.
"It is not often that I go all out, so bask in my glory before your world becomes nothing but pain! Because God is PISSED! Eight Dragon's Fang!" Eight massive Dragons of magic, each a different color, vibrant and pure as the last, erupted from the earth and launched themselves at Harry, Laxus, and Natsu. True to his fury, Harry was the recipient of four of the destructive constructs of magic.
Throwing their heads back, Laxus and Natsu launched their respective Dragon's Roars while the comrade merely smirked wickedly. Meeting the spells head on, Harry tilted his head back and feasted upon the magic so graciously offered to him.
All that God Serena could do as one of his most lethal spells, a culmination of four different Dragon Slayer Magics focused on the boy that had his blood singing, was to stare in horror as he fed the young man a meal fit for a king. He did not even blink as he caught the fists of the approaching two other Dragon Slayers, nullifying their spells as casually as Gildarts would, too transfixed he was on the sight before him to look their way.
Engulfed in a surging magic aura of multiple dark colours, Harry stood at the epicenter of a meeting of four powerful elements. Dark yellow lightning sparked off his body as dark red flames flew from his mouth, his body covered in sharp, draconic scales that were so dark gray they were practically black. Tribal markings flowed up and down his body, glowing a deep ocean blue as around his fists churned swirling ice blue water that began to grow more and more voluminous in quantity. But it was the color of his sclera, the pigmentation around his eyes, that had God Serena transfixed.
The sclera was black as the night sky, surrounding storm gray slitted-irises, but the most terrifying and awestriking was his emerald green irises that burned with an unnatural fire, giving off a sensation of death that permeated the air and tainted the earth.
"Please sir, may I have some more?"