The Angel of Ice
"Whoa… I'm alive." Ur's voice carried a note of amazement as she examined her fully restored human form. Her hands glided over her arms and shoulders, as if to confirm the impossible. I observed her carefully, my gaze scrutinizing every detail with the precision of a watchmaker. The Brave Saint Card was already at work, its effects clear in her flawless skin, unmarred by the imperfections of mortality—no scars, freckles, or blemishes remained.
It was hard not to notice, considering she was standing there in nothing but her underwear.
I coughed deliberately to shift the focus. "Ahem. Do you… uh, know what's going on?" I asked, drawing her attention. Her eyes snapped to me, her expression unreadable at first, but then a small, knowing smile broke across her lips.
"Of course I do." Her voice was steady, yet carried a faint hint of amusement. "I didn't think you'd actually succeed in what you told my students. But here I am, alive." She stretched her body, her joints audibly popping, only to be interrupted by a thunderous boom that echoed across the ruined temple grounds.
The earth trembled beneath us.
"I'd love to chat more," I said sharply, my gaze narrowing on the source of the sound, "but right now, we've got to clean up the mess your dumbass student made." My eyes darted toward Leon, who stood in the distance alongside Erza. They were squaring off against Deliora, the massive demon finally free from its icy prison. The once-pristine temple was now a shattered ruin, little more than rubble beneath Deliora's immense frame.
Ur followed my gaze, her expression darkening. She took one look at the hulking creature and grimaced. "I couldn't defeat that thing the first time. What makes you think I'll succeed now?"
I smirked, though it didn't quite reach my eyes. "For years, you've been draining its strength. This isn't Deliora at its full power anymore. And, more importantly, you're not alone this time."
I gestured toward the battlefield. "You've got an S-Class mage in Erza, a Celestial Spirit summoner—my sister, Lucy—a Fire Dragon Slayer in Natsu, and your students, Gray and Leon. Hell, even Leon's lackeys, the ones who helped him with the Moon Drip ritual, are here. And let's not forget me."
Ur raised an eyebrow. "I get the gist," she said, rolling her shoulders as though shaking off lingering doubts. "But I want answers when this is over. If we survive, that is." She gave me a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, a flicker of something unresolved lingering behind them.
I nodded, spreading my wings—five pairs of radiant, feathered appendages unfurled in unison. The motion stirred the air around us, and I caught Ur's sharp intake of breath as her own wings instinctively emerged. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked over them, the pure white feathers glinting faintly in the moonlight.
"Yeah, sorry about that," I said, hovering slightly off the ground. "Turning you into an angel was the only way to bring you back. On the bright side, you're stronger than most humans now—even mages. You've got Light and Holy powers, and your Ice? It's probably imbued with Holy energy now—extra lethal for demons like Deliora."
Ur hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Fine. Let's get this over with." She launched herself into the air, wings beating powerfully as she followed me toward the battlefield.
"Master!" Leon's voice rang out as he spotted her. His wide eyes betrayed his disbelief, while Gray stood frozen, looking as if he'd seen a ghost.
"We'll talk about this later!" Ur snapped, her voice firm as she cut through their shock. "Right now, focus on the monster!"
"Agreed." Erza's calm, commanding tone joined Ur's as we all turned our attention to Deliora.
The demon loomed over us, its enormous frame twisting unnaturally as it roared, the sound reverberating through the shattered temple grounds. It was a guttural, earsplitting cry of rage, and the air around it seemed to thrum with malevolent energy.
This wasn't going to be easy.
Rolling...
You Rolled: Angel of Death (Bleach)
It can be easy for people to forget that the motherly doctor looking after them knows the most
efficient ways to slice your body apart. You've got such a gentle demeanour when you desire, others
naturally feel at ease and even the most violent and rowdy allies tend to calm down and behave
around you. Those that still refuse your calm smile and moderate disapproval come face to face with
the other side you have, the one with a murderous intent far beyond your normal means. When
desiring to do such, you can emit killing intent that would normally be seen in someone much more
powerful than you. Powered by sheer thirst for blood, even at the level of a Vice Captain, it will
cause feelings of deep terror in experienced warriors. A Captain class user might force horrific
hallucinations to those subjected to her intent and it'll only go up from there. A truly powerful being
could take lives just by walking among the weak, hearts ceasing to beat at the sight of her.
Cost: 200CP
CP Insufficient
100CP Banked
Total: 200CP
Not now Grimoire, shh.
"Okay, gang, here's the deal: you don't need to worry about defense." I clapped my hands together, the sharp sound echoing across the battlefield.
Everyone froze, giving me a mix of questioning and incredulous looks. Before they could voice their confusion, Erza and I switched places instantaneously. There was no flash of light, no arcane hum—just the decisive sound of my clap, and the next moment, I was standing where Erza had been.
"What the—?!" Natsu blurted, staring wide-eyed as Erza stumbled slightly, landing on solid ground after being yanked from mid-air.
"You can teleport now?" Lucy asked, her voice tinged with both amusement and disbelief. "That grimoire of yours is way too ridiculous." She chuckled lightly. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Wait… what grimoire?" the blue-haired boy with thick eyebrows—Yuka, was it?—asked, his confusion written plainly across his face. He didn't get an answer, though. Both Erza and Lucy turned to glare at him in unison, their combined intensity enough to make him shrink back.
"None of your business," they said sharply.
"Anyway," I continued, brushing past the interruption, "I call it Boogie Woogie. So fight to your heart's content—I've got the defense covered." I spread my wings and propelled myself into the air with a powerful beat, coming to hover beside Ur. Below, Erza adjusted her footing, reassuming her combat stance.
Deliora roared again, its guttural cry shaking the air as it charged toward us. The ground beneath its massive feet cracked with every step, the thundering vibrations rattling through the ruins.
"Not so fast!" Ur's voice rang out, commanding and fierce. Her wings flared wide as icy magic surged around her, her outstretched hands glowing faintly with energy. "Ice Make: Iron Maiden!"
The temperature plummeted, frost creeping across the ground as a massive cylinder of jagged ice erupted around the demon. Chains of ice lashed out, binding Deliora's limbs, the sound of them tightening reverberating like steel cables under strain. Within the frozen structure, dozens of wicked spikes formed, stabbing into the demon's thick, obsidian-like hide.
Deliora roared again, but this time, the sound was filled with pain. The massive beast thrashed against its icy prison, its struggles shaking the very air around us.
"Don't get too comfortable!" Ur shouted, her voice carrying over the chaos. "This won't hold it for long—it's not enough to injure it. But it'll weaken the beast. Get ready!"
Her warning was clear. Around us, the team moved into action. Natsu cracked his knuckles, flames already flickering to life around his fists, his grin wild with anticipation. Erza adjusted her grip on her sword, her eyes narrowed with fierce determination. Gray and Leon exchanged a tense glance before stepping forward, their magic already beginning to coalesce. Even Lucy, though visibly nervous, summoned her Celestial Key, ready to call forth her spirits.
In the sky above, I hovered beside Ur, scanning the battlefield as Deliora's roars shook the air once more. "Not bad for your first day back," I remarked, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye.
"Don't jinx it," she shot back, her lips curving into a small, humorless smile.
The ice surrounding Deliora began to crack, ominous fissures spreading across the Iron Maiden.
The moment Deliora shattered the icy prison, we were ready. Fragments of frost and sharp shards of ice rained down around us, glittering like shattered glass. Ur quickly regrouped with her two students, her presence anchoring them even as they stared at her in disbelief. Their minds were still struggling to process the impossible: their once-dead master, now very much alive and leading them into battle.
"Pull yourselves together!" Ur barked, her commanding tone snapping Gray and Leon out of their stupor. She straightened her back, radiating authority, and the two followed suit, steeling themselves under her gaze. "Now, give everything you've got! Deliora's weakened enough that your attacks will count."
With a sharp, practiced motion, she formed a hand sign, an intricate magical circle spinning in front of her hands. "Come on—with me!"
Gray and Leon didn't hesitate. They mirrored her movements, their hands glowing with frosty energy as icy mist began to spread across the battlefield.
"Ice Make: Thousand Spears!" Ur shouted, her voice cutting through the cold, and the temperature around us plummeted further. It was as if winter itself had descended. From her circle, countless spears of ice materialized, each one glimmering like crystal, their sharp points aimed at Deliora. They floated in the air around her, forming an intimidating arsenal reminiscent of a mythic treasury.
Leon was the next to act. "Ice Make: Hydra!" he yelled, hastily adjusting his hand sign to use both hands rather than his usual arrogant one-handed technique—a quick correction made after receiving a withering glare from Ur.
Nine serpentine heads formed from his magic, icy beasts with glowing, frosty eyes that hissed as they launched themselves at the demon.
"Ice Make: Cannon!" Gray bellowed, pouring all his strength into his ultimate technique. The massive projectile formed in an instant, barreling toward Deliora like a siege weapon, the ice glinting with an almost metallic sheen.
Ur's spears struck first, raining down on Deliora like a merciless hailstorm. Each one embedded itself in the demon's thick, dark flesh, forcing the beast to stumble backward, roaring in pain. Leon's icy hydra followed, the nine heads coiling and constricting around Deliora, their frosty teeth biting into its body. Then Gray's cannon struck, slamming directly into the demon's face with a deafening impact that sent shards of ice flying in every direction.
"Hell yeah!" Lucy cheered from the sidelines, her voice cutting through the chaos. Her eyes lit up as she caught a glimpse of something new: pain etched across Deliora's monstrous face. "It's working!" she whispered, her excitement barely contained.
Without missing a beat, she whipped out a golden key, holding it aloft. "Star Dress!" she declared. "Open the Gate of the Crab: Cancer!"
With a faint chime, the constellation of Cancer glowed briefly above her before her Celestial Spirit descended. Cancer emerged in a burst of energy, his tanned skin gleaming under the pale light. His hip-hop-inspired outfit somehow looked even flashier with the three crab-like limbs protruding from his sides. Twin scissors gleamed menacingly in his hands.
"How's it going, baby?" Cancer asked, his deep, husky voice smooth as ever. Then he turned his sharp gaze toward me. "And those wings? Rockin', bro!" He gave me a thumbs-up.
I couldn't help but grin, returning the gesture. Cancer was my guy. Probably because I was born in the same constellation.
"Save the tomfoolery for later!" Lucy snapped, already skating across the icy terrain with a speed that belied her usual grace. Her Star Dress—reminiscent of Cancer's aesthetic—gleamed as she brandished a vicious dagger, stabbing repeatedly at Deliora's legs with precision and agility.
Just as Deliora swung at her, I clapped. Lucy vanished, replaced in an instant by Erza, who was mid-air and armed to the teeth.
Erza did not waste the opportunity. She drove her blade into Deliora's groin, the sharp edge sinking deep into the demon's flesh.
Deliora roared, a sound so guttural and agonized that it made me wince involuntarily.
"Ouch," I muttered under my breath.
But the battle wasn't over.
"Hellfire Dragon's Roar!" Natsu's voice boomed, his fiery breath unleashed in a torrent of black and red flames. The searing heat washed over the battlefield, melting even the sturdy ice spears embedded in Deliora's flesh. The hydra was blasted away, its frosty form dissolving under the intense heat.
"What the hell, Natsu?!" Gray shouted, his voice filled with outrage as he watched the ice magic dissipate. "You're melting the ice that's actually hurting him!"
"Hah! That just means your ice is weak!" Natsu retorted smugly, pointing at Gray and Leon with a flaming fist. "Look at that!" He gestured toward Deliora, where Ur's ice weapons still glowed faintly, their holy nature keeping them intact.
I bit my tongue, resisting the urge to explain. Now wasn't the time for a lecture on the holy properties of Ur's ice.
Deliora's roar shook the air again, but this time, there was a shift. The demon's massive maw began to open, and a sickly, pulsing energy started to gather in its mouth.
"Oh, no," I murmured, my chest tightening. The last time it used that beam, it had obliterated the cultists and taken out the northern part of the island. If it fired again...
"We need to stop that!" I shouted, already moving. My wings flared as I shot into the sky. "Everyone—get ready for the next move!"
Rolling...
You rolled: Undead (League of Legends)
Not alive, but not dead either, the Undead hail from the shadow isles-Although there are members of other nations capable in necromancy, the vast majority of independent undead come from the Shadow Isles. A spirit inhabiting an inanimate body, usually either a suit of armor or the corpse of their former body, the Undead come in many variations. One thing remains true for all of them, however- They need not sleep, eat, or breathe, they persist for as long as their physical body is not destroyed, and they are driven by a singular desire- Domination, vengeance, or perhaps something else entirely
Cost: 200CP
Seriously not now Grimoire, we are going to die if I roll now. On the other hand I could rise back as undead. No! Undead don't have dicks!
100 CP Banks!
Total: 300CP
The beam was gathering in Deliora's jaws far too quickly—there was no way to stop it in time. Attacking now was a gamble, one with consequences we couldn't afford. If the attack landed improperly, the beam would vaporize anyone not clad in Erza's Adamantine Armor in an instant.
My brain raced, calculating every possibility before a crazy idea took shape. A gamble, yes, but one worth taking. Thanks to abilities like Skill Beyond Belief and my inherent Highborn Elf traits, I was a mage before I was an angel. This time, I decided to combine both.
For the first time, I tapped into the divine aspect of my powers and created a miracle. Light surged through me, illuminating the battlefield in a radiant glow as the magic erupted.
Figures began to materialize, glowing silhouettes that quickly took on familiar shapes. Erza, surrounded by five perfect copies of herself, glanced around with surprise. Natsu blinked in confusion as several clones of himself stood ready, while Happy flitted around, a miniature army of blue Exceeds buzzing about him. Lucy and Cancer exchanged wary looks, while Gray, Leon, and Ur eyed their doubles with skepticism.
"What the hell is this?" Leon demanded, his tone incredulous.
"Just watch," I said, my voice calm but firm as I dived toward the battlefield.
The beam erupted from Deliora's jaws, a blinding torrent of destruction that carved through the air with terrifying speed. There was no time for hesitation.
I grabbed one of the Natsu clones mid-flight and hurled it directly into the path of the incoming blast.
As expected, the clone didn't even slow it down. It wasn't meant to. The construct was nothing more than an illusion given temporary physical form by my magic—a projection designed to mimic Natsu in every way except durability.
And it wasn't there to stop the beam.
It was there to trade places.
Clap!I The sound ringing out like thunder.
In an instant, the clone and Deliora switched places.
The beam that had been destined to obliterate us now pierced through Deliora's own torso. It burned through the demon, carving a path of destruction as it exited through its back and streaked across the sky, vanishing into the horizon.
Deliora's roar of agony shook the battlefield as the massive beast staggered, its movements sluggish. Thick, black ichor poured from the wound, hissing and evaporating as it hit the icy ground. The demon fell to its knees, its massive frame trembling with each labored breath.
"Attack!" I shouted, summoning my Yang Sword in a blaze of golden fire. The blade roared to life, its flames bright and furious, reflecting the chaos around us.
Everyone took their cue.
Erza's clones charged in unison, striking Deliora from all sides with relentless precision. Each blow was calculated, designed to exploit the demon's weakened state.
Natsu roared as his Hellfire Dragon's flames surged once more, this time focused and controlled, striking Deliora's exposed flesh with devastating force.
Gray and Leon worked together, combining their ice techniques to bind and impale the demon further. "Ice Make: Prison!" Gray bellowed, his magic forming a massive cage around Deliora's injured body.
"Ice Make: Golem!" Leon added, summoning a hulking construct to strike at Deliora's head with a thunderous punch.
Lucy, her Star Dress shimmering, darted across the icy battlefield with Cancer at her side. Together, they targeted the demon's legs, their strikes precise and unrelenting, forcing Deliora to collapse further.
Even Ur joined the fray, her icy weapons glowing faintly with holy energy as she unleashed another wave of spears.
I soared above the chaos, my wings glowing with celestial light. Gripping the Yang Sword tightly, I dived toward Deliora's head, aiming for the final strike.
The demon's eyes, once burning with malevolence, now flickered with desperation. Its guttural growls turned into strangled gasps as we closed in.
"Now!" I shouted, channeling everything into my blade as I brought it down in a fiery arc.
The sword struck true, and the battlefield was bathed in a blinding explosion of light and flame.
The demon was down as we stopped, panting in relief. The battle was finally over as Demon fell with Thud! Dead!
"Oh no, he's regenerating!" Happy's voice cut through the tense silence, and we all flinched, turning to see Deliora trying to stand again. The massive wound we'd inflicted was closing at an alarming pace, dark tendrils of shadow knitting the demon's flesh back together.
"Oh man, it still won't stay down?" Natsu growled, fists clenched.
"It must be on its second wind. Shit." Lucy cursed under her breath, gripping her keys tightly as if preparing for another summoning.
I didn't waste any time, flying over to where Ur and Gray were standing. "Don't panic, guys. I have another plan."
Gray raised an eyebrow as I approached, looking skeptical. "Another plan? It better not involve throwing us into a death beam this time."
"Consider this lesson number one in being an angel," I said to Ur, ignoring his sarcasm. My words earned me confused glances from the others, but I brushed them off.
They must have assumed my wings were a result of Aera magic like Happy's. Let them think that. The less they understood, the better.
"Angels excel at supporting others, especially humans—the Creator's favorite creation," I said, placing a hand on Gray's back. He turned sharply, startled by the gesture.
"What are you doing, man? This isn't the time to mess around!" Gray tried to pull away, but Ur grabbed his shoulder, holding him in place.
"Shut up, Gray," Ur said with a grin. "Let's see where this goes, kid. But it better work."
"It will," I assured her, spreading my wings wide. Despite the night sky, a golden light began to shine, radiating from me like a second sun opposite the moon. Energy began to seep from my hands and Ur's, flowing into Gray's body.
"Is this going to hurt?" Gray asked, his voice uncertain.
I wanted to say no, to lie and reassure him. But angels can't lie directly.
"Oh, it'll hurt like a bitch," I said just as the golden energy surged, and Gray screamed. His body shimmered with the divine power coursing through him, his form glowing brighter with each passing second.
"What the—?" Natsu muttered, eyes wide.
"Unbelievable," Lucy whispered, her expression a mixture of awe and fear.
Leon, standing nearby, clenched his fists, clearly torn between envy and pride for his former rival.
Gray collapsed to his knees, panting heavily as the energy swirled around him. "What… what did you do?"
"I chose you because you have a history with this thing," I said, stepping back. "You now have the holy energy of the Ultimate Being running through you. Use it, or it'll tear you apart."
Gray's eyes flared with determination as he forced himself to stand. He looked at Deliora, now fully regenerated and roaring in defiance. "This is for my parents!"
Gray launched himself forward, raw fury and the holy energy amplifying his every step. The ground froze beneath his feet as he moved, his magic spiraling outward in an uncontrollable blizzard.
"Ice Make: Eternal Exile!"
Gray's voice boomed like thunder as massive, intricate ice structures erupted from the ground, encasing Deliora in a labyrinth of frost. The temple ruins, the forest, and even the ocean as far as the eye could see froze solid. It was as if an Ice Age had descended upon the world in an instant.
Everyone stopped to watch in stunned silence, the sheer magnitude of Gray's magic leaving even the most seasoned among us speechless.
"Unreal…" Natsu muttered, his flames dimming in awe.
"That power…" Leon's voice was low, laced with a hint of envy as he clenched his fists.
"This is what he's been holding back all this time?" Lucy whispered, her face pale but her eyes filled with admiration.
Ur simply smiled, pride evident in her expression.
The frozen world trembled as cracks began to form. Suddenly, the entire structure shattered into a million shards, a deafening explosion of ice and light. Deliora's body disintegrated with it, its form breaking apart into sparkling fragments that floated gently through the air like snow.
It was as if all the souls that was snuffed out by Deliora were finally free.
The glittering remnants of the demon's soul, purified by the holy energy, danced around us like fairies. It was a surreal, hauntingly beautiful sight.
"Beautiful…" Gray said softly, his voice filled with genuine peace for the first time. He stood there, watching the ethereal snowfall with a small, content smile on his face.
Ur approached him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You did it," she said, her voice warm and soft. "You finally avenged them."
Gray turned to her, his strength giving out as he collapsed into her arms. Ur caught him easily, holding him close as he lost consciousness.
For the first time since the tragedy that had shaped him, Gray was at peace.
The soft shimmer of ice dust continued to fall as the scene in the clearing shifted. Victory was a fleeting comfort, the air thick with a subtle tension that none of us quite recognized.
From a shadowed ridge, a young woman stood hidden among the trees, her eyes locked on the scene below with a fury that burned hotter than fire. Her long, dark hair whipped in the wind, a striking contrast to her pale face twisted in a snarl. She bore an uncanny resemblance to Ur, down to the determined set of her jaw and the cold steel in her eyes.
"Mother," she spat, the word dripping with venom. It felt like poison in her mouth, the taste of betrayal and long-buried pain seeping into every syllable.
Her hands trembled as she balled them into fists, the sharp crescent of her nails biting into her palms until blood welled up, crimson against white. The pain was sharp, grounding her rage, but it was nothing compared to the searing hate churning inside her.
"How can she be alive?" Her eyes darted to the figure of Ur, who still held Gray in her arms. The warm glow in Ur's expression, so filled with pride and relief, only stoked the fire of her rage.
Then her gaze fell upon the blonde boy with wings of golden light, the one who had dared to summon back what should have stayed buried. His serene expression made her seethe, and she whispered through clenched teeth, "He did this. He brought her back."
The young woman stiffened as Ur turned, almost sensing the weight of eyes upon her. The girl's heartbeat quickened, and she ducked deeper into the shadows, breath catching in her throat. She watched the last moments unfold as Deliora shattered into nothingness, the sparkling remnants drifting away like dying stars.
The victory felt like a cruel joke.
"You will pay," she whispered, the promise as sharp as a dagger. "You will all pay for bringing that bitch back."
Her fingers twitched as a sigil glowed faintly beneath her feet, the magic there old and unforgiving. With one last glance, eyes dark with unquenchable fury, she vanished into the night, the echo of her hatred lingering like a storm on the horizon.
Suckers, the Angel of Ice, title wasn't for Ur, it was Gray. It was his big hero moment. Bro don't need to wait for Tatorus Arc to get his character development now.