Hey there. I'm still alive. This a remake of this story but improved: s/12952073/1/Natsu-the-Dragon-Emperor-Discontinued-For-New-Version. A lot of the stuff from the old one will still be in here but it'll be clearer, easier to follow and so on.

Year X300

In a secluded land, flames engulfed a small town, painting the sky a fiery red. Amidst the chaos, a lone church stood, its walls trembling as dark magic tore through the air. Within its hallowed halls knelt a woman, her black hair cascading around her as she cradled a baby with shocking pink hair in her arms.

"It's fine, Natsu. I'll keep you safe here," she murmured softly, her voice barely audible over the roar of flames.

But their sanctuary was short-lived as the walls of the church exploded in a burst of dark energy. Four figures emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with malevolent intent. Among them stood a man, tall and imposing, his red hair ablaze in the firelight.

"Natsu. A fitting name for our new recruit," he declared with a sinister grin, reaching out to claim the child.

But the woman, though battered and weary, clung fiercely to her son. "Stay away from my son! He's not yours!"

With a cruel laugh, the man unleashed a torrent of crimson flames, extinguishing the last flicker of hope in the woman's eyes. As she fell, her grip on the child faltered, and he was torn from her arms without mercy.

"Welcome to the Void Kingdom, Natsu. You're one of us now," the man proclaimed, claiming the child as his own.

Year X384

Centuries passed, and the Void Kingdom reigned supreme, its influence stretching far and wide across the land. Within the shadowy confines of its imposing castle, corridors lined with portraits of past rulers bore witness to the kingdom's dark legacy.

In a chamber veiled in shadows, a colossal red dragon, shackled by mystical bonds, bellowed with fury. Igneel, the Fire Dragon King, seethed with a primal rage that threatened to consume all in its path.

"Today marks a momentous occasion, Igneel," declared the crimson-haired man who stood before the dragon's cage, his voice tinged with malice.

"If it means reducing you all to cinders, then it's an occasion worth celebrating!" Igneel retorted, his roar echoing through the stone corridors.

Undeterred, the man turned his attention to a figure clad in a scarlet cape and ebony leather, standing resolute beside him. "Natsu, the time has come for you to inherit the legacy of the Dragon Slayers."

But Igneel scoffed at the notion, his disdain palpable. "I would sooner perish than bestow such power upon one of your ilk!"

As the crimson-haired man, known as Alehot, stood before the towering form of Igneel, the Fire Dragon King, his eyes gleamed with a sinister purpose. He wielded an artifact of ancient power—a sinister orb pulsating with arcane energy, its surface adorned with intricate runes that seemed to writhe and twist with a life of their own.

With a deft motion, Alehot raised the orb high above his head, the azure eye at its center glowing with malevolent intent. A surge of ethereal light erupted from the orb, swirling and coiling like a serpent as it engulfed Igneel in its searing embrace.

The mighty dragon roared in agony as the light seeped into every fiber of his being, binding him in chains of magical energy. His struggles were futile against the overwhelming force of the ritual, and soon his once-proud form trembled beneath the weight of the dark magic that ensnared him.

But Alehot's twisted machinations did not end with Igneel. With a gesture, he directed the torrent of arcane energy toward Natsu, the infant with the shock of pink hair who stood at his side. The light enveloped the young boy, suffusing him with its otherworldly power.

Natsu gasped as the energy coursed through him, his senses overwhelmed by the searing heat that pulsed beneath his skin. It felt as though every fiber of his being was being remade, reshaped by forces beyond his comprehension.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the light faded, leaving Natsu standing amidst the swirling remnants of magic. He staggered, his body trembling with newfound strength, his very essence tinged with the crackling energy of dragon slayer magic.

Alehot approached Natsu, a twisted smile playing upon his lips as he surveyed the boy's transformation. "Behold, Natsu. You are now a Dragon Slayer, forged in the fires of destiny. Embrace your power, for it shall be your key to greatness."

"Amazing..." Young Natsu breathed, his eyes wide with wonder and trepidation as he felt the surging magic coursing through his veins. It was an overwhelming sensation, one that both exhilarated and terrified him in equal measure. To possess such raw power at such a tender age was a burden few could comprehend, and Natsu could sense the weight of destiny settling upon his shoulders.

Beside him, the colossal form of Igneel, the Fire Dragon King, loomed in silent vigilance. Despite his immense strength and wisdom, even he could not deny the gravity of the situation. Natsu had become a Dragon Slayer—a wielder of magic that was both fearsome and coveted in equal measure.

Igneel's golden eyes bore witness to the transformation, his heart heavy with a sense of resignation. He knew that Natsu's newfound power would forever alter the course of his destiny, propelling him into a world of peril and uncertainty. Yet, as the flames of dragon slayer magic danced in the air around them, Igneel could not help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within his ancient heart.

For in Natsu, he saw the potential for greatness—a flame that burned brighter than any other, destined to illuminate the darkness and vanquish the shadows that threatened to consume them all.

"Now, then. Let's put your newfound power to the test," King Alehot ordered, his voice laced with authority and anticipation. "Many mages await you in the courtyard, Natsu."

Natsu nodded in understanding. The weight of his new mantle as a Dragon Slayer settled upon him, urging him forward into the crucible of combat.

"I've already honed your skills in basic combat," Alehot continued, his tone unwavering. "Now it's time for you to unleash the power of a Fire Dragon."

"Nice…!" Grinning deviously, Natsu braced himself, his hands alight with the crackling energy of Dragon Slayer magic. The flames danced eagerly at his fingertips, eager to be unleashed upon his foes.

Together, Natsu and Alehot strode into the courtyard, where a throng of Void Kingdom mages awaited them. Their eyes glinted with anticipation, eager to test the mettle of the kingdom's newest champion.

As Natsu surveyed his adversaries, a burst of adrenaline coursed through his veins, fueling the fire that burned within him. With a fierce roar, he blazed forward, his movements a blur.

With a deep breath, Natsu summoned the power of the Fire Dragon within him, flames erupting from his fingertips with an intensity that seared the very air. The courtyard was bathed in an infernal glow as the flames danced and twisted, hungry for destruction.

Without hesitation, Natsu surged forward, his movements a blur as he unleashed torrents of scorching fire upon his foes. "Yeah! This is more like it!"

The mages of the Void Kingdom fought back with dark and twisted spells, but Natsu was relentless, his flames consuming everything in their path. Arcs of fire streaked through the air like blazing comets, reducing his enemies to ash with each devastating blast.

"Heh! This is awesome!" Natsu's voice boomed with exhilaration, his words barely audible over the roar of flames that surrounded him. With a wild grin, he surged forward, his movements a blur of motion as he unleashed the full fury of his newfound power.

His fists blurred into afterimages, each strike a searing torrent of fire that tore through the ranks of his adversaries with relentless force. Mages of the Void Kingdom staggered back in shock, their spells dissipating in the face of Natsu's unstoppable onslaught.

"He's splendid already, King Alehot," a woman named Tigha exclaimed, her eyes alight with admiration as she watched Natsu's display of power unfold before her. She wore a dark green Fishnet Bodysuit while having a curvaceous figure. Her eyes were midnight and her hair was also Dark Green fittingly. Her skin was as ebony as wood. "And this is his first time using Dragon Slayer Magic?"

"Indeed," Alehot confirmed, his tone filled with pride as he observed Natsu's prowess. "I imparted upon him the knowledge of Dragon Slayer Magic before introducing him to Igneel. If he is to become the epitome of wizardry, he deserves nothing less than the greatest magic the world has to offer."

Tigha nodded in agreement, her gaze never leaving Natsu as he continued to unleash devastation upon his foes. "It's truly remarkable," she mused, a smile playing upon her lips. "To witness such raw potential blossoming before our eyes—it fills me with a sense of awe."

Alehot chuckled softly, his eyes reflecting the same sense of wonderment. "Indeed, Tigha This is just the start. With his power, the Void Kingdom will rise to even greater heights, and nothing shall stand in our way."

"A shame most Dragons are gone now. That Acnologia... He went on quite the rampage, didn't he?" Tigha remarked solemnly, her thoughts drifting to the dark chapter in history wrought by the infamous Dragon Slayer. "If only all of us could wield that kind of magic too."

"Indeed," Alehot agreed, his expression clouded with a hint of regret. "But we were fortunate enough to safeguard ourselves within a Stasis Field. It's been 84 years since then, and the world may have already forgotten about the Dragons."

As the final mage fell before him, consumed by the relentless inferno of his Dragon Slayer Magic, Natsu ascended to the pinnacle of victory. Standing atop a pillar of defeated adversaries, their forms smoldering beneath him, he let out a primal roar that echoed across the courtyard, a triumphant cry that pierced the very heavens.

With fist raised high, his eyes blazing with exhilaration, Natsu exulted in his conquest, his laughter ringing out like thunder amidst the chaos. The flames of his magic danced around him, casting eerie shadows upon his face, revealing a feral grin that bore witness to the untamed power coursing through his veins.

Some of his fangs were bared in a wild display of dominance, a testament to the primal instincts that drove him forward in the heat of battle. In that moment, he was not just a wizard—he was a force of nature, a tempest of fire and fury that brooked no opposition.

And as he stood amidst the wreckage of his foes, bathed in the glow of his victory, Natsu knew that he had emerged triumphant, his name destined to be whispered in fear and awe by those who dared to oppose him. For he was Natsu Dragneel, the Dragon Slayer, and in that moment, he was invincible.

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded into the distance, a palpable sense of foreboding hung heavy in the air. For on this day, amidst the flames of victory, a new evil had been unleashed upon the world—a force of darkness and destruction that promised to reshape the very fabric of existence.

Natsu Dragneel, the Dragon Slayer, stood as a harbinger of chaos, his triumphant roar echoing across the land like a clarion call to all who dared to oppose him. In his wake lay the shattered remnants of his adversaries, their defeat a testament to the unfathomable power that now resided within him.

But as Natsu surveyed the world before him, a hunger burned in his eyes—a hunger for conquest and domination that knew no bounds. With each victory, his ambition swelled, his thirst for power driving him ever onward on his path of destruction.

And as the flames of his magic flickered and danced around him, casting sinister shadows upon his face, those who bore witness to his ascent knew that a new era had dawned—a dark era in which the forces of light and darkness would clash in a battle for the very soul of the magic world.

For Natsu Dragneel was not just a wizard—he was a harbinger of doom, a catalyst for change that would shake the foundations of the world to its core. And as he set forth upon his path of conquest, the world trembled in fear, knowing that the true extent of his power had yet to be unleashed.

On this day, a new evil was truly born, and it was just getting started.

"He was wonderful, your majesty. Seeing him unleash that fury, it reminded me of the past when you rose to power."

"Indeed. Soon, Natsu will be a mighty Emperor. Fiore and any other continent will be ours by the end of it all. I'm making sure he's up to the task and even with that magic, I'll make sure he never stops learning."

"This has gotten me a bit nostalgic, my king." Tigha, placed her hands around Alehot's strong chest. "If I may, shall I pleasure you? Seeing Natsu in action reminded me of when you took me, King Alehot."

"Heh."

Tigha's heart raced as she nervously smoothed down her skirt, aware of Alehot's intense gaze on her. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, a powerful magnetism that made her knees weak. But she was determined to please him tonight.

Alehot leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, my dear Tigha," he drawled in a seductive tone, "Don't dissapoint me."

Tigha's eyes widened with anticipation and a hint of apprehension. She knew what was coming next - the king's magic, the ultimate display of power and desire.

With just a glare from Alehot, In an instant, Tigha's fishnet bodysuit disappeared into thin air. The cool air rushed against her bare skin as she stood exposed before him.

A low growl escaped Alehot's throat as his eyes roamed over every inch of Tigha's curvaceous figure. "Excellent."

Holding nothing back, Alehot unleashed his strengthened penis, causing Tigha to marvel at its sheer size. The sight of it made her hesitate for a moment, her mind racing with a mix of desire and apprehension.

"It's as handsome as ever, my king," Tigha said with awe, her voice laced with both excitement and uncertainty. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-doubt creeping in. Could she really handle something so massive?

Tigha's heart pounded in her chest as Alehot positioned himself between her thighs. His hands roamed over her body possessively, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"Open your legs wider," he commanded in a low growl.

Aggressively, Alehot began dominating Tigha, making her moan wildly. His grip tightened on her hips as he thrust into her, relentlessly pounding into her with a primal hunger.

Each hit was heavy and satisfying, unleashing powerful moans while Alehot didn't even grunt once, looking unphased.

She struggled to keep up with Alehot's intensity, feeling like she was being pushed to the brink of ecstasy. But just as she thought she couldn't take any more, Alehot abruptly pulled out, leaving her gasping for air.

"Oh…my king…!"

Holding nothing back, he went in once more. Tigha moaned yet again as the sound of bodies slapping against each other echoed through the room.

Tigha swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. The sounds of moans filled the air around them - a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the halls of the palace. It was a reminder of the other women who had succumbed to Alehot's command and found pleasure beyond their wildest dreams.

They went on through the night with Tigha submitting to Alehot and his undeniable power. The combination of Alehot's dominance and her own desires pushed her deeper into a world she never knew existed.

Alehot revelled in the power he held over Tigha, relishing in her surrender. He knew exactly how to push her limits and make her beg for more. With each thrust, each command, he pushed Tigha further into a realm of pleasure she had never experienced before.

Natsu could hear this. Unbothered by this. This was not the first time he's heard all of this action. To him, all that mattered was the new power he gained as he generateD a flame in his hands.

Gazing at the flame, even Natsu knew that he could reach new heights of power.

Year X784

In the bustling town of Magnolia, amidst the vibrant streets and lively marketplaces, stood a guild hall unlike any other. Known far and wide as one of the most renowned and formidable guilds in the land, Fairy Tail was a beacon of camaraderie and adventure for mages from all walks of life.

On this particular day, the guild hall buzzed with excitement as a young woman named Lucy Heartfilia stood at its threshold, her heart pounding with anticipation. With determination etched into her features and a sense of purpose guiding her steps, she crossed the threshold into the guild hall, her gaze sweeping over the bustling interior with a mixture of awe and trepidation.

"Wow... So this is Fairy Tail..." Lucy murmured to herself in amazement as she took in the chaotic scene before her.

Immediately, she was met with absolute chaos. Mages of all shapes and sizes darted to and fro, their laughter and shouts mingling with the sounds of clashing magic and raucous camaraderie. Tables and chairs were overturned in a wild melee of mock battles and friendly competitions, while bursts of colorful magic illuminated the air like fireworks on a summer night.

Amidst the chaos, Lucy found herself caught in the midst of a whirlwind of chaos. As she tried to navigate her way through the boisterous crowd, her attention was suddenly drawn to a heated exchange erupting between two guild members.

"Watch where you're aiming!" bellowed a man with strikingly blue hair and a stern expression, his voice cutting through the din of the guild hall.

"Not my fault!" retorted another man, his tone defiant as he gestured wildly with his hands.

"Umm..." Lucy stammered, unsure of what to say or do in the midst of the commotion.

Before she could gather her thoughts, however, a calming presence approached her. A woman with a serene expression and a warm smile stepped forward, her presence a welcome respite from the chaos that surrounded them.

"Oh, hello there. You must be the newest member of our guild, right?" the woman said, her voice gentle and soothing as she addressed Lucy.

Relief flooded through Lucy as she nodded in response, grateful for the opportunity to escape the escalating argument. Despite the chaos that had unfolded, she couldn't help but feel a sense of reassurance in the woman's presence, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the frenetic energy of the guild hall.

"Yes, that's right. I'm Lucy," she replied, offering a hesitant smile in return.

As the woman introduced herself as Mirajane and extended a welcoming hand, she was then struck in the head by a chair. A chair flew through the air, striking Mirajane squarely on the head and sending her tumbling to the ground.

"Mirajane?! Are you alright?!" Lucy exclaimed, rushing to her side in concern.

Mirajane groaned softly as she attempted to push herself up, a wry smile on her lips despite the throbbing pain in her head. "Don't worry... It's always like this," she reassured Lucy before her strength gave out, and she flopped onto the ground face-first.

Lucy blinked in surprise, struggling to understand what was up with this guid. It was popular, but was this the reason for that popularity?

Her attention was suddenly drawn to another spectacle unfolding in the guild hall. Across the room, she spotted a woman named Cana Alberona, standing beside a massive barrel filled with a potent-looking drink.

With a sharp glint in her eye, Cana tilted the barrel back and downing its contents in a single gulp. The liquid disappeared down her throat in a torrent, and Lucy watched in awe as Cana's expression shifted as she lowered her head. "Geez…Keep it down, will you?"

Not far from where Cana stood, Lucy caught sight of a man named Elfman Strauss, his muscles bulging with pride as he regaled his fellow guild members with tales of his strength and prowess. With a booming voice and a hearty laugh, Elfman approached Cana.

"If you can't handle it, let a real man show you how it's done!"

"Butt out!" Cana kicked him away.

Just as Lucy was trying to understand all of this, she was approached by a man named Loke, accompanied by three girls. His charming smile and confident demeanor caught her attention, and she found herself drawn to him despite her initial surprise at being approached.

"Are you lost, beautiful?" Loke asked, his voice smooth and laced with a hint of playful flirtation.

Lucy blinked in surprise at the unexpected attention but couldn't help but smile at Loke's charismatic approach. She glanced around at the bustling guild hall, realizing that she must have looked a bit lost amidst the chaos of Fairy Tail.

"Oh, um, not exactly," Lucy replied, her cheeks flushing slightly as she met Loke's gaze. "I'm actually new here. Just joined Fairy Tail today."

Loke's smile widened, his eyes twinkling with intrigue. "A newcomer, eh? Well, you've certainly stumbled upon the most exciting guild in all of Fiore," he said, his tone filled with warmth and enthusiasm.

As Loke introduced himself and his companions, Lucy couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling within her. Despite the initial chaos and confusion, she was beginning to feel more and more at home in Fairy Tail, surrounded by friendly faces and welcoming smiles.

"I read up on this place. I think I'm the first Celestial Spirit Wizard here and-" But just as Lucy was about to share her excitement about being a Celestial Spirit Wizard, she noticed Loke's sudden change in demeanor. His charming smile faltered, replaced by a grimace, and he quickly slid away from her, putting distance between them.

"C-Celestial Wizard?! Um…I gotta go!" He suddenly bolted away, switching up immediately.

Confusion flickered across Lucy's features as she watched Loke's retreat, unsure of what had caused his sudden reaction. Had she said something wrong? Did she unknowingly offend him in some way?

Either way, she knew she was in for an wild experience here. Shaking off her confusion, Lucy resolved to focus on the positive. She was a member of Fairy Tail now, surrounded by a guild full of colorful characters and boundless opportunities for adventure. With determination in her heart, she set out to explore her new home and forge connections with her fellow mages, confident that she would find her place among them in time.

But she had no idea what was on the horizon.