The cell was unkempt, and slightly damp. Ever since he had first been locked up, it had this sort of odor, but by now he had gotten used to it. Shackles hung on both his wrists and ankles, he had gotten used to those as well. His body felt stiff; he wasn't allowed to leave this place. Everyday for the last five years was more grueling than the last. His eyes fell to his hands, and he recalls how he even came to be here in the first place.

~

5 years prior

In the midst of the darkness stood the lone dragon. He enjoyed wandering the streets of Magnolia, it brung him solace. These were the streets in which he grew up. He was fond of the way the street lights flickered, and the smell of old tires that permeated the air.

His feet crunched on the fallen leaves on the ground and he took a minute to look at the stars above him. He looked so peaceful you wouldn't have thought him to be the most wanted criminal in the country.

Acnologia stopped in front of a local motel, and took a drag of his cigarette before looking down at the shadows cast on the pavement–surprised to see another one next to his, and even more surprised by the fact he didn't sense them approaching.

"What do you want?" He asked, refusing to make eye contact with the individual.

"D'you grow up here?" she asked, lighting a cigarette of her own.

"What's it to you?"

"It was just a question."

"You're lucky I'm in such a good mood", he exhales smoke, "Otherwise I would've killed you by now."

She laughs, "I know."

"Yet you still approach me?"

"We have a lot in common."

He looks at her, studying her appearance. Her long, scarlet hair fell over her shoulders and cascaded down her back in a braid. She wore a black evening gown that pooled at her feet like the ocean. And her eyes…they were sharp--and could pierce into him like daggers if they wanted to. The woman had an alluring charm to her, he was intrigued.

"Such as?"

She took a drag on her cigarette, "Your scars…" she looked him in the eye, "You let them define you…as do I. This world is cruel, and I want to escape from it."

His eyebrow raises as he tries to decipher her message, "What are you getting at?"

A smile grows on her face, and she looks up at him through her lashes. Her voice was smooth–like silk as she spoke, "Do you want to escape with me?"

"...Are you…flirting with me?"

She lets out a giggle as she encroaches on him. The red headed woman's hand snakes up his arm, "Perhaps I am…"

There's a silence between the two, and the woman struggles to read him, until he begins to draw closer to her. His hand comes to cup her hair, Its tresses fall between his fingers, and he marvels–admiring its ravishing tone. It reminded him of the blood of those he crushed underneath his heel.

Acnologia breathes down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. the cigarette once in his hand falls to the ground, and he puts it out with his shoe, "Are you staying in this motel?"

~

Her back slammed against the wall of the room, his body pressing down into hers. The woman's claw-like hands clutched onto his cloak, and his into her thighs. Their lips were attacking each other's; slipping their tongues in the others' mouth and playing with theirs. Acnologia grunted in satisfaction. The sweet taste of the woman was exquisite, to say the least. Almost enough for him to want to keep her around. An erection began to rise in his pants and press between her legs. She let out a gasp, allowing him to disconnect from her mouth and move onto her neck. The woman cranes it to the left, allowing him full access.

He leaves hickeys down to its base, where he bites down…hard. Her teeth grit and her nails dig deep into his shoulder. A feverish purple color washes over her eyes, and a loud moan threatens to escape her throat.The bite leaves her breathless, and she takes a minute to revel in his scent; it was driving her crazy.

"You're so…", she begins, out of breath, only to be interrupted by him tossing her onto the bed like a slab of meat to dine on.

"I'm so what?" It was a rhetorical question. The man's large hand sensually fondles one of her breasts; her nipples harden even more. She would lose herself if she wasn't careful, that was something she couldn't afford to do. But god if he wasn't making it hard. Her hands slithers up his shoulder and puts pressure on it, and a sensual sigh comes out of her.

"Let me ride it," she says breathlessly. As the woman says so she manages to flip him over onto his back. His head hits the pillow and he looks her in the eyes, a hazy purple glows as they eye his body. The redhead licks her lips and trails her hands down to his wrists, grabbing them and placing them above his head. A smirk curls on Acnologia's lips as he watches her move, but that is cut short when he feels metal cuff attach his wrists together.

The woman leans back and places a similar set around his ankles. As she does so, blue and red lights shine through the window, which has a view of the front of the motel.

"The fuck are you doing?" he says threateningly. The man attempts to use his magic, but it is sealed. The cuffs absorb any sort of ethernano he exerts, rendering his magic useless. He grits her teeth as he glares daggers into her. They seem to only bounce off of her though; she is unaffected.

"Don't take this personally." she gets off of him and finds her bra somewhere on the floor. The woman looks back at him as she clips it together, "I'm just doing what I was paid to do." She steps into her dress and pulls the straps over her shoulders.

"Just…who are you?"

She laughs again, "Most people call me Scarlet Despair," she begins as she saunters over to him. The woman leans down, and places her hand on his chest to balance herself, "But you can call me Irene~"

~

This place was torture; though he supposed it was what he deserved. Acnologia was labeled the most dangerous criminal in this modern era, and had maintained that title for as long as he was active. Which is why it came as such a shock when guards unlocked the gate to his imprisonment.

"Acnologia." one of the guards began to say, "You have been summoned by the founder of 'Fairytail hero-training academy."

"Fairy Tail…?" he thought. That name sounded familiar, "For what reason?" his voice was hoarse, he had gotten used to not using it.

"That information was not made available to us." The guard responds, irking him that he could not provide an answer.

Cautiously, the second guard begins to make his way inside the cell. Even though The blue-haired man was chained, they knew he was a man capable of many different things. Acnologia found this amusing and he taunted the guardian all the way to the police car. The car had been specially made for him, since he was considered so dangerous to transport, they needed to take precautions. The vehicle was infused with the same ethernano sealing agents that were used to reinforce the handcuffs. Along with that, a titanium gate was used to separate the back seats from the front, where the guards were sitting. And as if that was enough, chains were used in addition to the seatbelt to keep him seated within the car. You would think they were transporting some sort of explosive. And in a way, they were.

The guards threw in the back seat of this makeshift cell of a car and started the engine, sending them on their way to the academy. As they drove, Acnologia couldn't deny that it was freeing to be able to do so much as see the outside world again. Though he knew that his days of actually being able to experience such freedoms were essentially gone for good. There wasn't a cloud in the sky that day, and the sun beat down on the city like he used to beat down on those who opposed him. They drove through to the nicer area of town, a section he was not used to. The sidewalks looked like they had been swept, the buildings looked in good condition, and other than the one he was being transported in, there wasn't a police car in sight, a concept that seemed foreign to him. And all of a sudden he was reminded of why he became the way he was in the first place. People that lived in places like this looked down on people that lived in places where he was from.

The car rolled to a stop in front of a giant–castle-looking school, who's peaks seemed to ascend all the way into the clouds. The air around him smelled clean, like the sort of clean that comes with knowing that you don't have to worry about your water being cut off because you couldn't afford the bill. He stepped foot onto the gravel leading to the entrance and was immediately greeted by a member of the security team at the school.

"The founder will meet you in her office at the top floor, follow me." he says and motions for the guards to follow him, bringing along their "cargo". The security guard leads them through barren hallways and through secret passages, avoiding the main ones in fear of encountering a student at the academy; he was strictly instructed to avoid anyone by any means necessary. This was to ensure that a panic would not break out at the sight of the most dangerous criminal in the country walking through their halls. Acnologia found it unnecessarily tedious given all the restraints they had him in.

It took them around 10 minutes or so to actually reach the office, and the criminal had become irritated with all of the preventative measures being taken by literally everyone around him. There was a grand, embroidered wooden door that led to their location, making it seem like some divine place that would bring them some sort of salvation. That however, was not far off from the reason he was here, he would come to find out.

As he stepped into the room, he was met with the intense gaze of a little woman sitting at a desk that almost seemed too big for her. Her emerald eyes seemed dull, and her long, pale yellow hair fell down the back of the chair in waves. The woman's hands sat on the desk clasped, and her chin pointed downwards as she stared into his eyes.

The guards took a position firmly at his side, making sure to keep their guards up in case he wanted to try anything funny. Similarly, guards stood at the sides of the founder for the same reason.

"Good morning, Acnologia." She spoke when everyone had settled, "I am Mavis, the founder of Fairytail Hero-training academy."

"Why did you call me here?" he asked, wanting to skip pleasantries and get straight to the point.

"You're not one for talking, are you?" A sigh escapes her mouth, but her voice does not waver, "I'm sure you're aware of the dragon seed disease, after all, you're one of the very few carriers."

While the disease was not the sole reason for his immense strength, it certainly aided it. The disease the founder speaks of, "The Dragon Seed" is a disease that began to make itself known about 20 years ago. The disease works as a sort of a cancer, being that the cause is because of mutated cells that begin to attack the normal cells present within the body, causing the body as a whole to mutate. The cause for this disease is unknown, however, studies have found it to be entirely genetic. Symptoms include increased sensitivity to the senses, and increased physical capabilities, such as speed and strength, but even that seems to vary from carrier to carrier. The most notable symptom is an increased capacity for magic power, making the magical capabilities of carriers greater than the average person. However, despite these benefits, the drawbacks of the disease are great. Carriers have been shown to have increased aggression. Along with that, physical mutations are also displayed in carriers. Once again, this varies, but some include sharpened teeth and nails, a change in eye shape and appearance (such as vertically slit pupils), and the appearance of scales on various points of the body. These reptilian-like features are where the term "dragon seed" stems from.

Acnologia gives a silent nod in response. That statement ticked him, and he expected her to go on a tirade on how dangerous people like him were. It wouldn't have been anything he hadn't heard before.

"It is because of that I wish to offer you a deal; I want you to work with me."

He was taken aback by that statement. This was the first time someone had been so bold to ask something like this of him. It piqued his interest to say the least. Sensing this, Mavis continued her offer.

"You see, we have a few kids here at the academy that are also carriers of the disease, and our staff are having issues working with them because of how sparse information is about it. And it is my goal as founder of the academy to ensure that every student has an equal chance at reaching their dreams of becoming heroes. Them having this disease shouldn't take away from that."

Acnologia eases some at her words.

"That's why I want you to work with me. You seem to have an advanced understanding and have honed your capabilities to the point of being considered the strongest man in the continent, and one of the only known people with this disease, and I believe that you would be a crucial factor in doing the same with these children."

"And why should I do that?"

Mavis figured he would ask something like this. Luckily, she already had an answer.

"Since you would be working for me, you'd no longer have to waste away in that prison cell they keep you locked all day. You will be provided for as if you were any of the other staff working here. The job allows for you to travel the city on patrol duties as well. On top of that, you'll be paid, as this is an actual job." she pauses, giving a quick inhale before she speaks again.

"So, would you agree to working with the academy?"