Chapter-17:
Three Months Later
Natsu and Gajeel walked the streets of 'New Crocus', their purpose, to enter the 'Grand Magic Games'. It was a festival held every year by the Dragon Division as a form of entertainment. Even rebels and criminals were allowed to participate, making it an event full of danger and spectacle.
Natsu had his hood pulled over his head, though his silver eyes glowed with a dangerous edge. Anyone who got close enough could see the wide, fanged grin on his face—a grin that would earn him the nickname 'Devil's Smile.' In his right hand, he carried his Yamato, which had transformed into a metal cane, its sharp tip gleaming and detailed with intricate designs. His guns were hidden beneath his coat.
Gajeel, wearing a coat that resembled chain mail—more like an armored cloak—strolled beside Natsu, his presence just as imposing.
But why were they here?
A Few Days Before
All the mages had gathered in Amaris's palace. The 'Strategy' and 'Information Gathering' HQ had come up with a plan, and all the necessary intel to begin their assault on the Asgard Division.
"All right," began Levy after Lisanna finished detailing everything they had gathered on the three divisions. "Here's the plan."
"Natsu and Gajeel will participate in the Grand Magic Games held by the Dragon Division. The idea is to draw as much attention as possible to them. 'Black Steel Gajeel' and 'Salamander, Silver-Eye,' among other names Natsu's known by, are still very well-known, especially to the Dragon Slayers."
"In the meantime," Levy continued, "Erza, Lucy, Ultear, Elfman, Kagura, Wendy and Jenny will take on the Hunter Division. We'll provide more specific instructions for you later."
"As for the Demon Division," Lisanna added, "Gray, Juvia, Mira, Sherry, Laxus, and Cana will hunt down Raze and Mard Geer."
Cana clenched her fist, a fierce expression crossing her face as she thought about the demon who had killed Gildarts. Her desire for revenge was palpable.
"Any questions?" Ultear asked, scanning the room.
Laxus shot a sideways glance at Gajeel. "Stop grinning, Metalhead. You might get to smash a few skulls now, but next time, it's me who'll be putting you in your place."
Gajeel barely acknowledged him. "Hm? What was that, Sparkles? You're not trying to be a Dragon Slayer, are you?" he mocked with a grin.
Laxus's pride flared. "Keep running that mouth, Metalhead. You'll soon find out who's got the bigger bite."
Gajeel smirked wider, clearly unbothered by the challenge. "We'll see about that, Sparkles. Don't let that lightning go to your head."
The playful banter was interrupted by Gray, who sighed, shaking his head. "Can we focus here? We've got demons and Dragon Slayers to deal with, not some pissing contest."
Cana's eyes hardened. "Gray's right. This is personal for me, but we all have a job to do. I'm going to make them pay for Gildarts." Her voice was steady, but the resolve in it was unmistakable. The pain of her loss still burned, and she would use that fire to fuel her vengeance.
Laxus, sensing the weight of her words, nodded solemnly. "Then let's get it done. No more games."
Ultear stepped forward, ensuring everyone was aligned. "We've got a limited window to strike. Prepare yourselves, both mentally and physically. This mission won't be easy, but we have each other to rely on. Stay sharp and don't drop your guard."
Natsu stepped up, his usual cocky grin replaced by a serious expression. "If anything goes sideways, contact me immediately. But I believe in you all. You're more than powerful enough to handle it."
Gray smirked. "Aye, aye, Lord E.N.D."
Natsu sighed, his eyes serious. "I mean it, Gray. I don't want anyone else to die. We're all strong, but we still don't know exactly what Zeref's been scheming all these years. So just... be careful. We don't know what we're up against."
Erza smiled warmly, and Lucy giggled. "Never thought I'd see the day when Natsu tells us to be careful instead of Erza."
Erza crossed her legs and chuckled softly. "I think it's sweet. Natsu looks... like a leader."
Amaris, standing next to her, smiled knowingly. "Or a king."
Lucy raised an eyebrow. "The king of what, exactly?"
Amaris placed her hand on her chin thoughtfully. "Well, technically, as E.N.D., he's the King of Demons, right? And with his Dragon Monarch Magic could make him a king of dragons too."
Natsu shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Enough with the titles. We've got work."
Gajeel smirked knowingly and shot Natsu a sidelong glance. "Must be nice to have a goddess hyping you up, huh? Lucky man."
"Suppose so," Natsu replied with a shrug before his expression grew more serious. "But there's one more thing you all need to know."
The room quieted as everyone turned their attention to him.
"The curses Amaris and I placed on Alvarez are weakening," Natsu began. His tone was calm but carried a weight that put everyone on edge. "Fortunately, the hidden curse is still intact. Zeref, Irene, and August remain trapped in Alvarez—for now."
A collective murmur rippled through the group.
"How much time do we have before the curses completely fade?" Ultear asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Natsu's gaze hardened. "Not long. The weaker ones are already breaking, which means their forces will be regain some ground. That's why we need to move fast. If they get free..." He let the thought hang, the unspoken implications clear to everyone.
Erza nodded, her face resolute. "Then we'll ensure they don't have the chance. Every second counts."
Cana clenched her fists tighter, the mention of Zeref only fueling her determination further. "We'll make sure their plans fall apart before they even begin."
"Exactly," Natsu said, his silver eyes glowing faintly with resolve.
Present
Natsu and Gajeel entered the grand building housing the registration for the Grand Magic Games. The room was packed with hundreds of mages, each vying for a chance to showcase their power. Yet, to the two Dragon Slayers, only a select few seemed even remotely threatening.
Gajeel sniffed the air subtly, his sharp senses picking up a familiar presence. "Dragon Slayer," he muttered under his breath.
"Yeah," Natsu replied, his silver eyes glinting. "I felt them too."
The two strode confidently to the registration counter. The atmosphere grew tense, and conversations around them hushed as their presence drew attention.
"Name?" the man behind the counter asked, his voice steady at first.
"Gajeel Redfox," the Metallic Dragon Slayer replied.
The man's eyes widened in recognition, his demeanor faltering. "B-Black Steel?"
Gajeel grinned, leaning slightly forward. "I'll let you figure that out." Without waiting for a response, he walked away, his armored coat swaying behind him.
Natsu stepped forward next, his glowing silver eyes locking onto the registrar. The man flinched under the intensity of his gaze.
"N-name?" the registrar stammered, visibly unnerved.
"Natsu Dragneel," Natsu said, his voice calm yet charged with latent power. "Silver-Eye."
A ripple of shock spread through the room as the name sank in. Whispers filled the air, and every eye turned toward him.
"It's him…" one mage murmured.
"The Silver-Eyed Devil…" another whispered.
Natsu turned his head, meeting their gazes with a wide, fanged grin. His glowing eyes swept over the crowd, sending chills down their spines.
The registrar's hand trembled as he signed Natsu in. The pen scratched unevenly on the paper, betraying his unease.
"Why are you scared?" Natsu asked, his voice eerily calm, his chilling smile only deepening.
The registrar gulped, unable to answer.
It was true then. The Silver-Eyed Devil had returned. The Son of Igneel. The one whose name echoed the Emperor's.
As Natsu turned to walk away, his presence left a weight in the air, a silent promise of chaos and destruction yet to come.
New Crocus Palace
The room brimmed with life—music resonated through the grand hall, laughter echoed, and the aroma of a lavish feast filled the air. A long table laden with food dominated the center, surrounded by animated guests engaged in lively conversation.
Suddenly, the large doors swung open with a loud thud, and all eyes turned toward the imposing figure entering the room.
Member of the Dragon Division
One of the 8 Sentinels
The Diamond Dragon Slayer
Darius
Darius was a towering figure, his muscled frame radiating raw power. His sharp, angular features were framed by deep emerald-green eyes that gleamed like polished gemstones. Black hair, streaked with veins of silver, crowned his head, giving him an aura of both elegance and ferocity. His armor-like attire bore intricate diamond patterns, blending aesthetic beauty with formidable defense. A long, white trench coat with crystalline accents on the shoulders and cuffs completed his commanding look, and diamond-studded gloves adorned his hands, hinting at devastating strength.
Darius stormed into the hall, his heavy footsteps silencing the room. His mere presence demanded attention, and even the most confident guests paused mid-conversation.
A blonde man sitting casually near the center of the room chuckled at the display. His arm was draped around a girl with short white hair and warm brown eyes.
"Whoa, settle down, Darius," he teased with a smirk. "What's got you so worked up this time? Did they ban you from the jewelry stores again?"
Commander of the Dragon Division
One of the 8 Sentinels
One of the Few Trained by Zeref
The White Dragon Slayer
Sting Eucliffe
Sting's spiky blonde hair and piercing blue eyes gave him an air of authority that matched his high-ranking attire. Unlike Darius, his demeanor was relaxed, almost cocky, as he surveyed his comrade. His outfit was a sleek variation of the Dragon Division uniform, designed to signify his elevated status as Commander.
Behind Darius, a second figure entered, moving at a leisurely pace that contrasted starkly with his title.
Member of the Dragon Division
One of the 8 Sentinels
The Flash Dragon Slayer
Lumin Volt
Lumin had short, spiked blue hair that shone faintly under the room's light. His radiant blue eyes were striking against his golden-tanned skin. He wore a streamlined white-and-gold outfit adorned with sunburst patterns, perfectly tailored for speed and agility. A glowing, light-infused cape billowed behind him.
Sting raised an eyebrow at Lumin. "I mean, look at this—you even beat him here, Darius. What's got you so mad, buddy?"
Lumin chuckled softly, his tone light but curious. "You should let him explain. Trust me, boss, this'll interest you."
Sting leaned forward, his expression shifting to one of genuine curiosity. "Would it now? Alright, Darius, spill it. What happened?"
Darius took a moment to collect himself, his fists clenched tightly. "We signed up for the Grand Magic Games."
"Yeah, I sent you to sign up," Sting replied, confused by the apparent drama.
Darius's voice rose, his frustration evident. "And guess who else was there? Gajeel Redfox… and Natsu FUCKING Dragneel!"
The room fell silent. Sting froze, his smirk replaced by a look of shock.
"Natsu Dragneel?" he repeated, the name heavy with meaning.
Lumin whistled low, shaking his head. "Well, boss, looks like this year's Games just got a lot more interesting."
Lumin's whistle cut through the tension in the room, but before anyone could respond, a tall figure stepped directly in front of Darius. His presence alone seemed to command the air around him, his body just as muscular as Sting's, his eyes burning with a cold intensity. The man's black hair framed his face like a shadow, and his deep red eyes gleamed with unspoken authority. His uniform, a black version of the standard Dragon Division attire, added to his ominous presence.
Second-in-Command of the Dragon Division
One of the 8 Sentinels
One of the Few Trained by Zeref
The Shadow Dragon Slayer
Rogue Cheney
Rogue's tone was sharp, a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. "What kind of joke is this, Darius?"
Darius, still fuming, didn't flinch, his voice harsh and urgent. "Don't believe me? Look at the cameras, Rogue! You'll see it yourself."
Rogue's red eyes narrowed, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face. "Gajeel Redfox and Natsu Dragneel are supposed to be dead," he muttered, as if testing the words in his mind. "We've heard the rumors... but this... this doesn't make sense."
Before Darius could respond, a familiar feminine voice interrupted, smooth and steady, yet laced with cold precision.
Member of the Dragon Division
One of the 8 Sentinels
The Darkness Dragon Slayer
Kara Nightfall
Kara stepped forward from the shadows, her long indigo hair flowing like a dark river, the violet depths of her eyes gleaming as she spoke. "We've heard of the rumors... about the rebels forming alliances with powerful new allies. But we can't ignore what's been happening. The Emperor's been silent for months, and we've had no access to Alvarez." She took a deep breath, her presence commanding the room. "Raze and Mard Geer killed two powerful mages recently—Makarov Dreyar and Gildarts Clive. They're both from Fairy Tail. And rumor has it that it was Dragneel who cursed Alvarez."
Her words hung in the air like a weight, the severity of the situation sinking into the hearts of those listening.
Then, a shift in the atmosphere as the girl in Sting's arms shifted, standing up gracefully. Her movements were elegant, controlled, yet there was an unmistakable power in her gaze.
Member of the Dragon Division
Consort of Sting Eucliffe
One of the Few Trained by Zeref
The Most Powerful Celestial Spirit Mage
Yukino Eucliffe
Yukino's sharp, almost regal voice cut through the murmurs in the room. "And why have we not been informed about this sooner, Sting?" Her gaze was directed toward her partner, her brows furrowing slightly in concern, though she held herself with composure.
Sting looked over at her, his lips curling into a faint smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "It's not something we expected, Yukino. But it seems like everything is changing faster than we anticipated."
Darius clenched his fists, frustration and tension building in his chest. "I've never been more certain of something in my life. They're here."
Rogue glanced at Sting, his voice calm but laced with curiosity. "Are we to attack them?"
A cold, commanding voice broke through the room. "No, you are not."
The members of the Dragon Division turned toward the source of the voice.
Member of the Spriggan Twelve
Chief of Staff in The Alvarez Empire
The Winter General
Invel Yura
Invel stood tall and imposing, his presence enough to silence the room. His cold, calculating gaze swept across the group, and the weight of his authority was palpable.
"You are to allow them to fight in the Tournament," Invel continued, his voice firm and unwavering. "Outside of it, you are not allowed to pursue them for arrest. In the games, however, you are allowed to kill if the opportunity arises. This is most likely a distraction on their part. But be aware, if you underestimate them, you will die."
Darius scoffed, clearly dismissive. "Against mere Fire Dragon Slayer and Iron Dragon Slayer? No way."
Invel's eyes locked onto Darius with an icy intensity. "...Dragneel has killed Aren Zaygan, the Fairy Slayer. He entered Alvarez undetected, destroyed the Highest Security Prison, killed everyone there, maimed Aren Zaygan, and made it to Vistarion with his corpse. He proceeded to throw it into the middle of a gala, with the Emperor and the Spriggan right there. He cursed the entire continent with the help of a Goddess and then escaped, unscathed."
The room remained still, the air heavy with Invel's words as the reality of Natsu's power sank in. The tension in the room thickened, and every person there, from the Dragon Slayers to the elite of the Dragon Division, could feel the weight of his warning.
"Do not make the mistake of forgetting that this is someone from the Emperor's bloodline," Invel continued, his voice cold and measured. "That is E.N.D., the most powerful Demon Lord Zeref has created."
He paused, letting the words linger in the room.
"The good news is," he added with a slight shift in tone, "his power is not infinite. If it were, he would have already attempted to challenge Lord Zeref and the Spriggan back in Vistarion. His exact power level is unknown, but he is well beyond Aren Zaygan."
Sting, ever confident and resolute, stood with his arms crossed and smirked. "So are we," he said, his words cutting through the silence. It was true. All of the Dragon Slayers present were formidable opponents, and they knew the power they wielded. Aren's strength was nothing compared to the might of the Dragon Division.
Invel's sharp eyes flickered towards Sting. "True, but underestimating him would be a mistake," he warned. "He is not someone you take lightly."
There was a brief moment of silence, before Invel's voice rang out again. "Perhaps, if you do choose to fight him, do not do it at night."
The question hung in the air, and Kara, always attentive, was the first to speak. "Why?"
Invel's gaze hardened as he spoke. "Natsu Dragneel has a Goddess of the Night bonded to him, or perhaps he is her chosen. Regardless of the specifics, he carries 'Divine Blessings' that are clearly connected to the Night. We believe that during the night, his powers are amplified."
A sense of unease swept through the room as everyone absorbed this new information. The Silver-Eyed Devil wasn't just powerful on his own—he had the divine backing of a goddess, potentially making him even more dangerous in certain conditions.
"So, we have to be cautious," Sting muttered under his breath, "especially when the sun sets."
"Exactly," Invel replied, his icy tone unwavering. "This is not a simple adversary. Prepare yourselves for what's to come, and keep in mind the time of day you engage him. It may be your only chance to survive."
The room was heavy with silence, the weight of Invel's warning settling over everyone like a dark cloud. The Dragon Slayers exchanged glances, each lost in their thoughts as the gravity of their situation pressed on them.
Sting and Rogue, in particular, remained quiet. They had grown up idolizing Natsu and Gajeel, watching from the sidelines as the two Dragon Slayers defied impossible odds time and time again. They were legends, the ones who had pushed the boundaries of power, turning failure into triumph, and constantly proving everyone wrong.
But now, as the possibility of facing them loomed on the horizon, a fierce desire to surpass them began to stir within Sting and Rogue's hearts. Their respect for Natsu and Gajeel was undeniable, but it was also intertwined with a growing ambition to carve their own names into history. They wanted their own legends to be written.
Would they be able to defeat them? Could they finally prove themselves as the superior Dragon Slayers?
Only time would tell.
Invel's voice cut through their thoughts once again, breaking the tension. "You have been warned. Now, on a different matter, we have need of Raiden Volk. Tell him to go to the Hunter Division; he is needed there."
With that, Invel turned and exited the room, leaving the Dragon Slayers to ponder their next moves.
Sting and Rogue exchanged a look, the unspoken challenge between them clear. They both knew what had to happen. The battles ahead would define them, and they wouldn't back down. Not against the Dragon Slayers they once idolized—and not against anything that stood in their way.
Their time to prove themselves had come. The stage was set, and the only thing left was to fight—and see who truly stood at the top.
With Natsu and Gajeel
"Think we ruffled their feathers?" Gajeel asked, his voice low as they strolled through Crocus, the Games about to start tomorrow.
"Naturally. I could practically feel the Dragon Slayer's emotions from here. It's pretty entertaining," Natsu grinned, looking back over his shoulder.
"Oi!" a voice called from behind them.
"What is it?" Natsu asked, irritation creeping into his tone.
Darius approached them, his gaze sharp, as if sizing up what he thought were mere Iron and Fire Dragon Slayers.
"So, you're Natsu Dragneel and Gajeel Redfox?"
"And you are-",Natsu leaned toward Gajeel and whispered loudly, "Gajeel, what's this guy's name?"
"I have no fucking clue," Gajeel muttered, glancing up and down Darius's form. "Looks like a beggar. Not giving him any money. You do it."
"I didn't give my money to the IRS, I'm not giving it to some beggar," Natsu shot back, smirking at Darius. "If you want money, fuck off."
Darius's emerald eyes narrowed, a muscle twitching in his jaw as Natsu and Gajeel exchanged insults. He clenched his fists at his sides, clearly holding back his frustration—but it was evident he was far from amused.
"Listen here, Dragneel," Darius snapped, his voice frosty. "I'm not here for your games. I'm Darius, the Diamond Dragon Slayer, and I've heard plenty about you two."
Natsu's grin only grew wider, the silver gleam in his eyes matching the amusement on his face. "Darius, huh? Diamond Dragon Slayer? You sure don't look the part. You're more like a walking jewelry store." He crossed his arms, giving Darius a mocking once-over. "Gonna need to do better than that if you want to impress me."
Darius growled, clearly irked. "This won't be as easy as killing the Fairy Hunter."
Natsu's grin didn't falter. "I sure hope so, diamond boy."
"I'm no boy."
"Oh? One of those guys who doesn't know what's in his pants?" Gajeel smirked, his tone full of derision.
Darius's face flushed with fury, but he quickly regained his composure, his emerald eyes flashing with a cold, intense fire. "You really think you're funny?" he spat, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "Both of you are just a pair of clowns. You think you can get under my skin with words?"
"Clowns, huh?" Natsu scoffed. "Well, this is what Kings do when the Jesters put on a show—they laugh. And you're putting on a damn good one, good boy."
Darius's fists clenched even tighter, the vein in his neck pulsing with each passing second. Natsu's words were slowly getting under his skin.
"A King, huh?" Darius sneered, his voice thick with disdain. "You think you're some kind of royalty, Dragneel? Keep laughing. It won't be so funny when you're on your knees after I show you what real power looks like."
Natsu's grin only grew wider, the predatory gleam in his silver eyes unmistakable. "You're goddamn right I'm a King, a Dragon Monarch brat, and you better watch your tone." He stepped closer, slightly taller than Darius, locking eyes with him. "Or I'll rip that Lacrima right out of your chest," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.
For a split second, Darius froze. The weight of Natsu's words hit him like a physical blow. His breath caught, and for the first time, he could feel the cold edge in the air—something far more menacing than any taunt he'd ever heard.
Natsu's eyes never left his, and the intensity in them made the atmosphere thick with tension. His smile had vanished, replaced by an icy calm that made the air seem heavier. It wasn't just a threat—it was a promise.
"Try it," Darius finally managed, his voice steady, but his clenched jaw betrayed his simmering anger. "I'm not the type you can intimidate, Dragneel."
Natsu didn't flinch. Instead, he took another step forward, now nearly face-to-face with Darius. His grin returned, colder, sharper, like a predator closing in on its prey. "You should've stayed out of this, Darius. You're not ready for something like this."
The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. But just as things seemed about to explode, Gajeel placed a heavy hand on Natsu's shoulder, breaking the moment. "Alright, Natsu, let's save the show for the arena. We're not here to make friends with this guy, but damn, you're about to give him a lesson in what real power is."
Natsu glanced at Gajeel, his smirk returning. "Don't worry, I'm already looking forward to the show."
Darius stood there, glaring at them, his hand twitching as if he wanted to strike. But he knew better than to escalate things here. He exhaled sharply and turned on his heel, but not without one last, searing look over his shoulder. His emerald eyes blazed with the promise of a future clash.
Natsu and Gajeel continued walking, their laughter echoing in the air, while the weight of their words hung heavy between them. The Games were about to begin, and it was clear that the real battle was only just starting.
With Erza
Erza sat cross-legged, gazing down at the sword in her lap with a small, contented smile. The blade before her gleamed in the soft light, almost as if it were alive, reflecting a fierce, ethereal power.
It was a towering katana, forged from the same legendary metal as the Yamato. Its blade shimmered with a crimson glow, akin to the holy fire of a divine flame. It was nearly as long as she was tall—close to six feet in length—an intimidating sight in its own right. The steel rippled like the surface of water, its edge decorated with a scarlet pattern that seemed to shift with every subtle movement. It was no ordinary sword. It was Seiryu, the Blade that Embodies the Red Dragon of Legend.
The hilt was wrapped in sleek black leather, adorned with golden dragon scales that caught the light with every movement, glimmering like an ancient treasure. The guard was shaped like a solar disk, symbolizing the sun and stars, the very forces that mirrored her dragon-powered might. At the pommel, a miniature dragon claw curled protectively around the base of the sword, as if the weapon itself had a soul—alive with purpose.
Seiryu was a gift from Natsu, one of the many tokens of his affection, but this blade held a special place in her heart. It reflected her draconic power, just as Yamato reflected Natsu's demonic power. There was an undeniable connection between them, and Erza treasured it deeply.
She carefully strapped the sword to her waist, its large black sheath sitting low yet slightly raised for easy access. She adjusted it with practiced ease, ensuring it was perfectly balanced.
"Are you ready?" Amaris's voice broke her reverie.
Erza looked up and nodded, her gaze hardening with resolve. "I am."
She turned to address her team, her eyes steely with determination. "Alright, let's go over the plan again."
With a wave of her hand, Erza pointed to the scrolls spread out in front of them. "We'll draw the Hunters to the old Clover Town." Her finger traced the map carefully. "Freed and Levy have prepared Jutsu Shiki traps. We'll set them all over the town to catch them off guard. My team—Kagura, Ultear, and I—will be on the front lines."
She met each of her team members' gazes. "Lucy, Jenny, and Elfman will stay hidden until the Hunters arrive. Once they're here, Elfman will block their escape routes, and with Jenny, take out any soldiers they bring. Then they'll assist in any way possible." She looked specifically at Lucy, her expression softening for a moment. "Lucy will enter the fray as soon as she can, using all her Spirits. Her Star Magic can deal some serious damage."
Erza's eyes turned sharp. "Wendy is our healer and support. She's a top priority for protection. The Hunter Division may target her first, so keep her safe."
Erza's tone shifted, becoming more solemn. "The Hunter Division isn't known for its powerful members, but they overwhelm with numbers. Our advantage lies in quality over quantity. We outmatch them in every sense." She clasped her hands in front of her, her resolve clear. "Now, let's move out. Stay sharp, and keep your wits about you. We fight as one."
With Gray
Gray and Laxus stood on the edge of a jagged cliff, their gazes fixed on the chaotic landscape below. The wind howled fiercely, carrying with it the heavy scent of rain and the unmistakable tang of dark magic. The skies above churned with black storm clouds, thunder rumbling ominously as sheets of rain lashed against the rocky terrain. It was as if the mountain range itself recoiled at the presence of what lurked within.
Gray's breath misted in the cold air, his sharp eyes scanning the distance. "Do you smell that?" he asked, his voice low and tense.
Laxus, standing tall beside him with arms crossed, took a deep breath. "Demons," he muttered, his voice like the growl of distant thunder. "But I'm not sure if they're the ones who took down Gramps and Gildarts."
"They are," Gray replied without hesitation, his dark eyes narrowing. A sharp edge crept into his tone, underpinned by the certainty of his Ice Devil Slayer magic. "I can feel it. Their presence... it's them."
Laxus turned his head slightly, studying Gray. "How many?"
Gray's gaze hardened as he focused, his senses attuned to the twisted auras in the distance. "Over a thousand," he said grimly. "But only two of them are worth worrying about."
The weight of Gray's words hung heavy in the air. Laxus clenched his fists, the faint crackle of lightning sparking around his fingers as he processed the information. "Can you sense how much power they've got?" he asked.
Gray nodded slowly, his expression dark. "I have an idea," he said, his voice steady but laced with resolve. "It's going to be a hell of a fight."
Laxus grunted, the golden glow of his lightning magic briefly illuminating the stormy surroundings. "Which one do you want?"
Gray didn't hesitate. "I'll take Raze. Mard Geer is yours."
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The wind screamed around them, carrying the weight of their impending battle. Laxus smirked, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Fine by me. Just don't get yourself killed, Iceboy."
Gray smirked back, a flicker of cold determination in his eyes. "I could say the same to you, Thunderhead."
They both turned their gazes back to the storm-ridden valley below, the presence of their enemies a palpable force in the distance. The mountain range trembled with the power radiating from their adversaries, but neither Gray nor Laxus flinched. They were ready.
Without another word, they stepped forward into the storm, their resolve unshakable as they prepared to face the demons who had dared to challenge their world.
New Crocus
The arena buzzed with energy, alive with the chatter of mages who felt a mix of excitement for the upcoming games and trepidation about what lay ahead. In the center of the gathering, Natsu and Gajeel stood with wide grins plastered across their faces. Natsu casually twirled his cane before stomping it into the ground, sending a faint quake rippling through the arena floor.
Not far off, Darius and Lumin watched them with scowls, their presence heavy with disdain. Darius glared daggers at the pair, only to be met with Gajeel's defiant grin and an unapologetic middle finger.
"It is not wise to act this way, Redfox," a new voice interjected, cool and poised.
The speaker was a striking woman. She had long, flowing platinum-blonde hair streaked faintly with pastel pink and lavender, reminiscent of light refracting through crystals. Her vibrant violet eyes glistened like polished amethyst, and her fair complexion shimmered faintly in the sunlight. She wore a sleek, form-fitting crystalline bodysuit in shades of white and lavender, accented with translucent, jewel-like armor that sparkled brilliantly with every movement. Her lightweight yet reinforced boots hinted at agility, while her gloves ended in sharp, crystal-like tips designed for both precision and lethality.
Member of the Dragon Division
One of the 8 Sentinels
The Crystal Dragon Slayer
Sylvia Garnet
"Another Dragon Slayer?" Natsu asked, raising an eyebrow as his silver eyes gleamed, studying the woman before him. "A Crystal one, huh?"
"Correct," Sylvia replied with cool composure, her voice as smooth as the shimmering crystals that adorned her. "You must have heard of me. Or is it true, as the rumors say, that you can see magic?"
Natsu smirked, his amusement evident. "Oh, I can see magic just fine. But you? You're about as subtle as a dragon in a jewelry shop. What happened to keeping things low-key?" He chuckled softly, his grin only widening.
Sylvia's expression didn't falter, her violet eyes glinting with confidence. "Coming here was a mistake. You should withdraw while you still can. A mere Fire Dragon Slayer and an Iron Dragon Slayer stand no chance against us."
Gajeel let out a low, dark chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest. "For an empire that's supposed to know everything, you sure are bad at doing your homework."
Her sharp gaze snapped to him, her tone growing colder. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"
"You'll figure it out soon enough," Natsu interjected smoothly, his silver eyes beginning to glow faintly, radiating an otherworldly light. His voice dropped, taking on a dangerous edge. "Trust me—when the time comes, you'll wish you'd stayed out of this."
Sylvia held her ground, her crystalline armor catching the light as if mocking Natsu's threat. Her lips curved into a faint, unimpressed smile. "Bold words from someone who's yet to prove he's anything more than a relic of a dying breed. You may call yourself a Dragon Monarch, but titles don't win battles."
Natsu's grin didn't waver. In fact, it grew sharper, more dangerous. "You're right. Titles don't mean a thing. Power does. And trust me, I've got plenty of that to go around."
Sylvia opened her mouth to retort, but Gajeel stepped forward, cracking his knuckles loudly, his iron-hard grin matching Natsu's. "Let me give you a little free advice, crystal girl. You don't wanna be on his bad side—or mine. This ain't the kind of fight you walk away from without a few broken pieces."
Before Sylvia could respond, another voice cut through the tension.
"Sylvia, that's enough."
A tall and muscular individual with short, spiky auburn hair and molten-gold eyes that glimmered like lava stepped forward. His skin carried a subtle, ashen tone, and faint magma-like cracks appeared along his arms and neck when he used his magic. He wore a sleeveless black vest with orange and red flame patterns, paired with rugged, heat-resistant black pants and heavy boots designed to withstand intense heat. A crimson scarf flowed behind him, resembling molten lava.
Member of the Dragon Division
One of the 8 Sentinels
The Magma Dragon Slayer
Kaden Blackthorn
"Save it for the arena. These two aren't worth our time—not yet," Kaden said, his voice a deep rumble of authority.
Natsu chuckled, his silver eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's so funny how people get their hands on some special power and magically forget what we're capable of, and what we've done."
Kaden's molten-gold gaze flickered with disdain. "You've been away for seven years, Dragneel. You're outmatched."
Natsu's smile never faltered, his tone still light but with an edge of confidence. "Seven years... yet you misunderstand their importance. It's not that we lost seven years—it's that you gained seven years to reach our level."
"You've been surpassed," Kaden responded, his voice hard and final.
"Yet, all you do is come to us and talk about your superiority, like you have to prove it to us. And you do—you do have to prove it, AGAINST us," Natsu shot back, his smirk widening. "Because we are the real deal, and you know it. Everybody in this arena knows it. You gained your power from those Lacrima in your chests—Lacrima stolen from ancient dragons—and you didn't even gain the Lacrima yourselves. It was given to you."
Natsu's gaze was unwavering, his voice now cold and cutting. "You are all children who were given power, while we earned ours. And that's the difference. We are warriors, while you are nothing more than a cheap attempt at a knockoff."
Kaden clenched his fist, heat radiating from it as the temperature around him began to rise. His golden eyes narrowed, but he didn't respond immediately. The air crackled with intensity as his body radiated fiery energy.
Sylvia glanced between the two, sensing the rising tension, but Kaden held his ground, his expression unyielding. They both knew the truth in Natsu's words, but pride was a dangerous thing.
With a low growl, Kaden turned his back, his molten energy simmering as he spoke one last time.
"Keep talking, Dragneel. We'll see whose power truly holds up in the end."
As he walked away, Sylvia hesitated for a moment before following him, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air.
Natsu and Gajeel exchanged glances, both still smirking, knowing full well the kind of battle that awaited them. The arena was theirs, and the Dragon Division's arrogance would be their first obstacle to crush.
"It is time, for the Grand Magic Games to begin!" announced a voice booming over the speakers, sending a wave of excitement and anticipation through the crowd.
"There are a total of 1427 mages in the arena!" the voice continued. "The games will proceed as follows: First, a Preliminary Race. The top mages will then compete in a Battle Royale to determine the last eight standing, and finally, the remaining competitors will face off in one-on-one fights until a victor emerges!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, the air thick with excitement as competitors from all over Earthland gathered, their competitive spirits set alight. The thunderous roar of the spectators filled the arena as the mages prepared themselves for the challenges ahead.
Natsu's grin widened, his silver eyes glinting with excitement. "This is gonna be fun," he muttered under his breath, cracking his knuckles in anticipation.
Gajeel chuckled, his arms crossed over his chest. "Yeah, it will."
The competitors found themselves suddenly teleported to the starting line of the race, an intense, towering mountain looming ahead of them. The landscape was chaotic, filled with traps, barriers, and swirling portals that seemed to lead to places unknown. The path was treacherous, with obstacles that would challenge even the most skilled mages.
"Seems like a whole lot of crap," Gajeel muttered, his gaze scanning the path ahead, unimpressed by the chaos.
Natsu, however, was already shaking his head with a scoff, a determined smirk on his face. "We're not wasting time with this crap," he declared confidently.
Gajeel raised an eyebrow. "So what's your plan?"
Natsu leaned in closer, a mischievous grin crossing his face. "If you barf on me, I will kick you in the balls, 1000 times," he warned.
Gajeel blinked, confused for a moment. "What does that even—"
"I'm gonna teleport us, of course," Natsu said, cutting him off with a chuckle. "But I know you don't exactly have the best 'stomach' for my teleporting tricks. So if you throw up on me, I'll make sure you regret it."
Gajeel growled, crossing his arms in irritation. "That's because you suck at it."
"I don't suck at it, you're just bad."
"Fuck off."
"You wanna scale this thing by foot?" Natsu challenged, smirking.
Gajeel scowled, clenching his fists. "Grr, fine."
The announcer set up a timer, the countdown echoing through the arena: "15 seconds 'til the race starts!"
"This would have been boring anyway," Gajeel said with a mischievous grin. "Say… how about we throw a few attacks down the mountain from the top?"
"Gajeel, you… absolute genius!" Natsu laughed, his excitement clear. "Oh, we're doing it!"
"4… 3… 2… 1, GO!"
At the sound of the gunshot, the mages exploded into a frenzy of movement, but Natsu snapped his fingers, and in an instant, both he and Gajeel disappeared, reappearing at the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye.
"H-hey! That's not fair!" shouted one of the announcers, his voice crackling through the speakers.
"It's not? Then fucking kick me out of the games, I fucking dare you. I'll find out where you live sooner than you can give the order to kick me out!" Natsu shouted, his silver eyes gleaming dangerously. The announcer fell silent, a higher-up immediately instructing him to go along with Natsu's words.
"Ya ready?" Gajeel asked, a swirling orb of iron projectiles forming in his hand, his grin wide.
"Yup," Natsu responded, pointing his arm at the mages still scrambling up the mountain.
"Nova," he said with a smirk. A sphere of compressed fire shot downwards at high speed, lighting up the sky with blinding intensity. Gajeel followed suit, unleashing his own orb of iron, which exploded on impact, creating a devastating shockwave that echoed across the mountain.
"638 Mages left!" the announcer called out through the speakers, panic rising in his voice.
Natsu and Gajeel laughed out loud, the sound echoing menacingly down the mountain as they reveled in the chaos they'd caused.
"Looks like we've made quite the impression," Natsu said, wiping his hands together.
They turned around, tapping the lacrima that teleported them back to the arena, instantly securing first and second place. The race was over before most competitors even made it halfway.
As they landed back in the arena, they noticed the Second Generation Dragon Slayers arriving at the same time, thanks to Lumin's help.
Darius growled, his frustration evident. He punched the ground, causing a massive geyser of diamond to erupt from the earth, his anger palpable.
"I'll make them regret that," Darius muttered, eyes narrowing as he glared at Natsu and Gajeel, still laughing at the spectacle they'd just created.
With Erza
They reached Clover, the town eerily silent and completely deserted. Lucy, Wendy, Jenny, and Elfman quickly went to work, setting up the Jutsu Shiki traps across the town and its surroundings.
Erza surveyed the area, her mind sharp as always. "So… who do you wish to fight?" she asked, turning to the others.
Ultear's expression hardened. "I think it's clear. All of us here want to kill Jellal." She glanced at Kagura, whose eyes burned with an intensity that couldn't be ignored. Erza realized then that Kagura was Simon's little sister, and she wanted nothing more than vengeance for her brother's death.
"But it would be foolish to focus on him alone," Ultear continued, her tone firm. "You're the strongest here, so he is yours to deal with."
Kagura's grip tightened around her sword. "Kill him. He doesn't deserve to be spared."
Erza nodded, her gaze steely. "He had his chance at a different life, and he blew it. He will not be spared a third time."
"What about the other mages?" Kagura asked, her voice low but filled with resolve.
Erza turned her attention to the larger threat. "We should expect some members of Oración Seis and Sabertooth." She took a deep breath. "From Oración Seis, we can expect Racer, who uses time-based magic to make himself faster."
She paused for a moment, considering her words. "Hoteye didn't join Alvarez. He was a rebel but was killed. Sorona is in another division now—she was thought to be with the Hunters or Dragons, but turns out she's with Asgard. Midnight is a tricky one. He uses illusion magic and Reflect Magic, which allows him to reflect objects or magic, but only if the magic isn't more powerful than his own. Zero is dead. Cobra is dead, his Lacrima most likely harvested."
Ultear added, "As for Sabertooth, there's Minerva, the former Ace of Sabertooth, and Orga, the Lightning God Slayer. The rest are small fry."
Erza nodded, her focus sharpening. "Prepare yourselves. We can't afford to underestimate anyone here." Her voice was resolute as she began to strategize the next steps. The battle ahead was going to be unlike any they had faced before.
Next Day with Natsu, in the Battle Royale
The next day, the battle royale had begun, and chaos erupted as mages clashed in the arena. Natsu weaved and dodged through the onslaught of attacks, easily sidestepping a mage's wild kick. The man started boasting about his skills, but before he could even finish his sentence, Natsu delivered a swift slap, sending the mage flying out of the arena. He recognized the soldier's insignia as an Imperial Soldier but gave no further thought to it.
"Do you think I'd look good with blonde hair?" came Amaris's voice, soft but clear in his mind.
Natsu grinned, lazily dodging another incoming mage. He retaliated with a quick spin and sent the opponent sprawling. "I like your night-themed hair... or the luminous pink, depending on the day," he replied casually, keeping his focus sharp.
Amaris giggled in his mind. "I think you mean you like it when we're having sex, and my hair lights up the room. Erza's does the same, like a flame."
Natsu chuckled, effortlessly evading yet another mage and knocking him out with a swift punch. "That too... sex is like a light show with you two nowadays."
"You love it," Amaris teased, her voice carrying a playful edge. "Plus, your eyes glow sometimes. Erza always says it completely melts her. Personally, though, it makes me want to keep you between my legs~."
"To be fair, those are some soft tights," Natsu quipped, dodging a spear aimed at him. He caught the shaft mid-air, spinning it with precision to knock six mages off their feet. With a fluid motion, he flipped over a sudden earth magic attack. Shuriken appeared in his hand from his re-equip space, and he hurled them at the earth pillars the mage had summoned. The impact caused a chain of explosions, sending chunks of stone flying in every direction.
Amaris playfully moaned in his mind. "Yes~ talk dirty to me, dearest. Oh, how I wait for your returns so I can enjoy you under the moonlight~."
"You're getting kinky again," Natsu muttered, his silver eyes narrowing as he effortlessly dodged another wave of attacks.
Amaris's voice continued, teasing and sultry. "And dear Erza, with her sweet, sweet mouth~."
"Well, that's definitely true about Erza," Natsu admitted with a smirk, shaking his head to refocus on the battle. "You're already in your little world, aren't you?"
"And whose fault is that?" Amaris teased, her voice like velvet. "It was you and Erza who introduced me to such pleasures."
Natsu rolled his eyes with an amused chuckle, catching yet another mage off guard and sending them flying with a single punch. "Fair point. Now let me finish mopping up here, and then we'll see about moonlight and soft tights later."
"Yes, my dear~" Amaris purred. "This is the second-best thing I like to see you do—dominate your enemies with absolute superiority."
"Do I even want to know what the first is?" Natsu asked, sidestepping a fireball and retaliating with a blast of compressed flames that sent a group of mages scrambling.
"Fucking me," Amaris replied without hesitation, her tone shamelessly playful.
Natsu blinked, caught off guard, before bursting into laughter. "That was blunt," he said with a smirk, blocking another attack with a flick of his wrist. "Even for me. But you know what? I did enjoy it."
"And I'll enjoy you later, love," Amaris teased with a laugh, her voice fading into the back of his mind as Natsu focused on clearing the arena, his movements swift and merciless.
"What are you laughing at, Natsu?" Gajeel asked, dodging a stray fireball and punching a mage off the platform.
"Ah, you know, just my resident goddess being kinky and making sure to tell me all about it," Natsu replied, smirking as he sent another opponent flying with a well-placed kick.
Gajeel chuckled, shaking his head. "Must be nice."
Natsu grinned, sidestepping a magic blast. "Don't act like you and Levy haven't been sneaking around Velmorra."
"W-what? No, no, we weren't!" Gajeel stammered, his face turning red as he swung wildly at another mage.
"Gajeel," Natsu said with a laugh, casually dodging a sword strike before knocking his attacker out cold. "The Goddess of Velmorra is my consort. I know what happens there."
Flustered, Gajeel growled and turned his frustration on the nearest mage. "Wait, wait, wait—" the mage tried to protest before being reduced to a punching bag for the next ten seconds.
"Hey, don't be shy, Gajeel," Natsu teased, his grin widening. "Levy's a nice girl. Sure, she might not have a big chest, but she makes up for it with a great ass—"
Gajeel's glare intensified, his teeth gritting audibly. "You've got about two seconds to shut up before I turn you into a flaming scrap heap," he growled, steam practically rising off him.
Natsu, still grinning like a maniac, sidestepped another attack from a desperate mage and sent them tumbling out of the arena with a casual flick of his wrist. "Relax, metalhead. I'm just being honest. I mean, look at me—Erza and Amaris? They're both rocking the whole package. Great ass, great chest, both nearly mountains. But that's my jackpot. All I'm saying is, Levy's ass more than makes up for—"
"DON'T FINISH THAT SENTENCE!" Gajeel roared, punching the ground so hard it sent shockwaves through the arena, scattering nearby mages like leaves in a storm.
Natsu burst out laughing, leaping over a jagged shard of iron that Gajeel unintentionally created in his outburst. "Alright, alright, I'll stop! Geez, Gajeel, you're so sensitive!"
"Keep running your mouth, and I'll show you sensitive when I knock your flame-for-brains head off!" Gajeel snapped, charging after another unfortunate mage to vent his frustration.
Still chuckling, Natsu turned his attention back to the dwindling number of opponents. "C'mon Gajeel, you know this is just me showing you I'm proud of you brother."
Gajeel growled, sending another mage flying with a brutal punch, the sound of their impact echoing through the arena. "Yeah, sure, Natsu. Real proud. You keep talking like that, I'll show you just how proud I am when I kick your ass into the dirt!"
Natsu laughed louder, effortlessly dodging a flurry of attacks with his signature fluid grace. "Yeah, yeah, I'm just saying, you've really come a long way. I mean, when we first met, you could barely talk without growling. Now you're practically a big softie with all that 'protective energy.' It's kinda cute."
Gajeel shot him a glare. "Says the guy who used to be all 'relationships are overrated, I wanna conquer the world and be an Immortal Warrior!' Or something like that."
Natsu chuckled, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, looks like luck was on my side. Got myself two 'baddies,' as the kids say these days, and two lovely ladies who're willing to follow me wherever my insane journey takes me. And they also make sure I don't drown in that insanity, so... that's a win in my book."
Natsu winked again, as if the chaotic life with Erza and Amaris was just another day at the office.
"Now seriously, though," he said, his tone turning slightly more sincere. "You and Levy are good for each other. You've come a long way, and honestly, I think you're both a perfect match. Stop acting like you're too tough to admit it."
Gajeel scoffed, but a faint blush crept up his neck. "Shut up, Natsu. I don't need you playing matchmaker." He kicked a nearby mage away with a grunt. "But… yeah, maybe you're right."
Natsu grinned, giving his friend a playful nudge. "I always am."
"57 mages left!" the announcer shouted.
"Well, shall we?" Natsu asked, his tone filled with determination.
Gajeel shot Natsu a glare but couldn't suppress the faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Yeah, yeah."
Natsu took a few steps forward, his instincts kicking in as his senses sharpened. Something felt off. He stopped in his tracks, his perception of time slowing down, his body instinctively reacting to the shift in the atmosphere.
And then, he saw him—Lumin.
In an instant, the Flash Dragon Slayer's fist whizzed toward his face. Natsu's silver eyes met Lumin's, the two of them locking gazes for the briefest of moments. Without missing a beat, Natsu winked, then, as if his body was moving on its own, he nearly swiped at Lumin's eyes.
Lumin's eyes widened, and in a flash, he darted back, narrowly avoiding Natsu's attack. Time seemed to snap back to its normal pace as both of them stood at opposite ends, assessing each other.
"This guy…" Lumin thought, his mind racing. "He's fast. Too fast for a Fire Dragon Slayer."
The exchange had happened at near light speed, and Lumin knew that Natsu wasn't just another strong fighter. He was something else entirely.
"Dragneel!"
Natsu turned toward the shout and saw Darius charging at him, blood on his diamond-coated hands.
"Diamond Dragon's Erupting Fist!"
Natsu watched the punch approach with a smirk. In the final moment, he raised his left hand and caught the attack mid-air, halting Darius's momentum as if it were nothing.
"Fuck you want? Can't you two see I was having a moment with my bro?" Natsu mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Using Darius's clenched fist as leverage, he yanked him closer and drove his knee into Darius's stomach.
But Darius was no amateur. With a swift motion, he summoned diamond scales to cover his abdomen, absorbing the impact and defending himself effectively.
"You were saying?" Darius grinned, clearly unfazed.
Natsu, however, wasn't finished. With a fluid spin, he still held Darius's arm as leverage, using it to toss the Diamond Dragon Slayer high into the air.
"You were saying?" Natsu repeated in a high-pitched, mocking tone, sending Darius hurtling across the arena with a force that left a trail of destruction in his wake.
The crowd watched in awe as Natsu effortlessly taunted Darius, his confidence unshaken by the powerful opponent standing before him.
Stands
Sting shattered the glass in his hand, his voice low and filled with disdain. "He's toying with them."
"The way they fought," Rogue added, his eyes narrowed as he observed the match, "No mercy toward anyone who challenged them."
Yukino, her expression focused, nodded. "Did you see Lumin back away when he got close?"
Sting, still watching the arena, gave a short nod. "Natsu matched Lumin's speed and nearly clawed out Lumin's eyes. But that doesn't matter. Lumin is the weakest of us."
Rogue grimaced. "What does matter is how easily he stopped Darius's blow."
Before anyone could respond, a fourth voice spoke from the couch, cutting through the tense silence.
"Darius is acting like an idiot and letting Dragneel get under his skin—well, more like under his scales," the voice said coolly. "Dragneel is no idiot. He fights on all fronts, physical or mental. How do you think he managed to escape Lord Zeref? He had them all thinking he could actually kill most of them."
The group turned to see the speaker rise from his seat, a tall figure towering over Sting. His presence was commanding, every movement calculated with the confidence of someone who had seen countless battles and victories.
He had waist-length, dark blue hair, spiked slightly for a sharp, eclectic edge. His storm-grey dragon eyes pierced the room, giving him an intimidating aura. His build was athletic, strong, and mature, with the grace of a seasoned warrior. His attire consisted of a dark grey battle suit, paired with a knee-length dark blue kimono at his waist and only one sleeve. A long, pitch-black spear rested by his side, with an Asian dragon spiraling around its point, an emblem of his might.
Member of the Dragon Division
One of the 8 Sentinels
Apprentice of Irene and August
The Storm Dragon Slayer
Raiden Volk
The Undefeated Storm
"Raiden, you haven't left for the Hunters?" Sting asked, his tone sharp.
Raiden smirked, his storm-grey eyes glinting with amusement as he glanced at Sting. "I will in a few moments. I just wanted to see how much Dragneel will humiliate you all."
Sting's eyes narrowed, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "Watch it. I'm still your commander."
Raiden chuckled, the sound low and taunting. "You can't command me like you command them, kid."
Sting scoffed, crossing his arms and standing taller. "Perhaps that's why I'm commander and not you, Raiden. We've never fought for real."
Raiden's expression shifted slightly, his amusement replaced by a flicker of intensity. He leaned on his spear, its dragon-shaped hilt almost gleaming in the light. "Oh, you think you can beat me, Sting? You're still too green, too impulsive."
Sting met his gaze with unwavering confidence, his fists clenched at his sides. "I've earned my place. And if you think you can just walk in here and belittle my command, then maybe it's time to prove it."
Raiden's storm-grey eyes glinted with amusement as he slowly turned his back to Sting, his voice low and almost mocking. "I have business to attend to. Deal with Dragneel and Redfox, we'll see after who's the best Dragon Slayer."
Sting's jaw tightened, but he didn't respond immediately. His pride had been bruised, and Raiden knew exactly how to strike at it. The Storm Dragon Slayer was no fool, and the challenge he'd just issued was a reminder of the difference in their experience and abilities.
"I'll deal with Dragneel and Gajeel," Sting muttered under his breath, his fists crackling with electricity. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Raiden's retreating figure. "We'll see who's the better Dragon Slayer, old man."
Raiden didn't even glance back as he walked toward the exit, the dark blue kimono at his waist flowing with each step. His spear, still clasped firmly in his hand, was a symbol of the calm yet potent storm swirling within him.
"Good luck, kid," Raiden's voice carried back to Sting, laden with a challenge. "You'll need it."
Yukino and Rogue watched the exchange in silence, both sensing the immense tension between the two Dragon Slayers. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken rivalry, and they knew things were about to get even more complicated with Natsu and Gajeel in the mix.
"Are we really going to let them fight like that?" Yukino asked, her voice soft but concerned.
"Raiden's not the type to back down," Rogue responded, his tone neutral. "But Sting has a point. He's the one who's been pushing to take the lead."
Yukino sighed, her thoughts clearly weighing on her. "It's going to take more than power to resolve this. They've got their pride, but if they're not careful, they'll tear each other apart before they even finish with Dragneel and the others."
As Raiden exited the room, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving the remaining members of the group to prepare for the upcoming battles. The competition was heating up, and Natsu and Gajeel were already proving that they were forces to be reckoned with.
With Gray
The group spent the last day closing in on the base, the ominous feeling of being watched growing stronger with each step. The demons had sensed their approach and sent waves of underlings to slow them down. Now, they stood before a small palace, surrounded by a demon army, but only two individuals posed a true threat.
"Well, well, well," a voice called from above, dripping with mockery. Raze, the demon leader, descended gracefully to the ground in front of the mages. "We have guests?"
He landed with a light thud, his eyes narrowing as they scanned the mages before him. "Hmm, the Ice Devil Slayer, Gray; the Lightning Dragon Slayer, Laxus; and the She-Devil, Mirajane. Am I right?"
Gray stepped forward, his expression cold and unwavering. "Yeah, you are."
Raze's lips twisted into an angry smile. "You're the ones who got away, weren't you? What were their names... Gelds? Gild? Gildarts, yes, and the old wizard saint."
Laxus's growl echoed in the air, his fists crackling with electrical energy. "You're gonna pay."
Raze's eyes flashed with fury. "So are you... My division suffered because of your escape," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "MARD!"
Suddenly, thorns exploded from the ground, but the mages were quick to evade them. The earth trembled as Mard Geer, a demon of terrifying power, emerged, a wicked grin twisting his features. He was followed by more demons, all of them exuding malevolent energy.
"My, they dodged?" Mard mused, his voice darkly amused. "How infuriating."
Before Mard could react further, Laxus blitzed forward, vanishing in an instant and appearing in front of the demon. He threw a brutal punch, but Mard was quick to block, though not without difficulty. "Interesting," Mard said, his tone impressed but mocking.
Raze unsheathed his sword with a flourish, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light. "I will parade your corpses for E.N.D. to see. You will all be remembered as failures."
Gray, however, wasn't one to back down. With a burst of speed, he rushed at Raze, his left hand grabbing the demon's face with terrifying force. In his other hand, he raised his sword, Frostbite Reaver, and with a mighty crash, he sent both himself and Raze smashing through the small palace and out the other side.
The two landed with a resounding crash, Raze's eyes burning with anger as he glared through the fingers Gray still had pressed against his face. Gray stood tall, unwavering, his eyes cold and full of determination.
Raze - (Etherious Demon + Base + Massively Suppressed) – 10.9 Billion MPL
Gray Fullbuster - (Devil Slayer + Base + Massively Suppressed) - 9.9 Billion MPL
"You better pray to your false god that if you somehow survive this, you will never face Natsu. Because if you do, you'll get a brutal reminder of why all of you are failed demons."
Raze's fury flared as he managed to push Gray off, stumbling back and glaring with all the venom of a demon scorned. His eyes burned with hatred as he spoke through gritted teeth, "I am going to kill you."
Gray stood tall, unshaken by the threat. His voice was cold and cutting as he stared down at Raze, his grip tightening on the Frostbite Reaver. "I will tear you limb from limb first."
The tension between them snapped like a bowstring as Raze lunged forward, his sword blazing with dark green flames. Gray met him head-on, Frostbite Reaver glowing with an icy brilliance. Their blades collided in a deafening clash, unleashing a shockwave of frost and heat that rippled through the battlefield, freezing and scorching the earth in equal measure.
Raze spun and lashed out with a kick, but Gray caught his leg mid-strike. Without hesitation, Gray twisted sharply, using the demon's momentum against him, and hurled Raze high into the sky, far above the forest canopy.
Gray wasted no time, inhaling deeply as his magic surged. "Ice Devil's Rage!" he roared, releasing a torrent of frigid energy that spiraled upward in a devastating wave of frost.
Raze retaliated midair, his jaw unhinging unnaturally as he unleashed his own breath attack. "Etherious Flame Demon's Rage!" The air erupted with a blinding blast of green inferno as the attacks collided.
The clash of ice and flame tore through the landscape, the forest below freezing solid before disintegrating into ash under the demonic fire's intensity. A barren, charred wasteland replaced the once lush greenery, the air heavy with the crackling remnants of their battle.
Hovering amidst the destruction, Raze chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with mockery. "Is that all you've got, brat? You'll have to do better than that."
Gray scoffed, casually batting away a lingering ember with a flick of his hand. "You call that fire? My best friend is THE Dragon of Fire and Stars. These pathetic flames are nothing. If this is your idea of trying to fill E.N.D.'s shoes, you're even sadder than I thought. You're not even a shadow of Natsu's power."
Raze's composure cracked, his growl deep and menacing as his green flames flared violently around him. "You dare compare me to that insolent traitor? I'm going to kill you—slowly—for that insult!"
Gray smirked, his icy aura intensifying as Frostbite Reaver began to glow with an otherworldly frost. He pointed the sword at Raze, a defiant gleam in his dark eyes. "Try me, punk."
Their magic surged again, the battlefield trembling as the two warriors prepared to unleash everything they had. The stakes were clear—only one of them would walk away from this fight.
Raiden stood atop the roof of the Hunter Division's main hub, the crisp night air swirling around him as he reviewed the mission in his mind. In his hand was a photograph of a blonde woman with captivating brown eyes.
Invel's message echoed in his thoughts, "Your mission is twofold: assist the Hunter Division in eliminating the Rebels in Clover Town and capture Lucy Heartfilia. She has achieved Celestial Ascendance, and we must secure her keys. Keep her alive at all costs."
Raiden's lips curled into a smirk as he replayed Invel's words, relishing the challenge.
"Lucy Heartfilia is to be brainwashed into believing she has always served the Empire. Killing her or forcibly taking her keys would anger the Celestial King, likely leading to the closure of the Celestial Spirit Realm—a risk we cannot afford."
"To solidify her allegiance, you are permitted to take her as your consort, but until she is under our control, any form of abuse is strictly forbidden. Such actions would undoubtedly provoke E.N.D., and the resulting retaliation would lead to catastrophic casualties. She must be broken carefully before E.N.D. becomes aware of her capture."
Raiden's smirk deepened, his storm-gray eyes flickering with amusement as he rolled Invel's explanations over in his head. He had asked the question earlier, one that still piqued his curiosity.
"Why does Lord Zeref care about the Celestial Spirit Realm?"
"Without the Yamato, which resides with E.N.D., we lack the tools necessary for large-scale Space-Time Manipulation. The Celestial Spirit Realm, however, operates not only on Celestial Magic but also on Space-Time Magic. Moreover, it is an ancient realm containing traces of Primordial Energy. It would serve as an adequate substitute for the Yamato."
"Then why not simply take the Yamato? We know where E.N.D. is."
"The Yamato is part of E.N.D.'s very soul. It will respond only to him or those he deems worthy. Any attempt to wield it without his approval would result in death—if not worse. We dare not make such a reckless move."
Now, Raiden turned the photograph over in his hand, his smirk fading into a thoughtful expression. The stakes were clear, and the mission was delicate. While the idea of bending Lucy Heartfilia to his will appealed to him in a twisted way, he knew the weight of failure..
"Let's see if the famous Celestial Mage is as formidable as they claim," Raiden murmured to himself, his voice carrying the faintest trace of excitement.
Raiden landed effortlessly in front of the Hunter Division's main entrance, his movements fluid and precise. He straightened, only to be greeted by a tall man with blue hair, a distinctive tattoo over his right eye, and a knowing smirk.
"Done with your dramatic Dragon Slayer contemplation?" the man teased, crossing his arms.
Commander of the Hunter Division
Former Wizard Saint
The Cursed Star
True Heavenly Body Magic User
Jellal
Raiden arched an eyebrow, his storm-gray eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you questioning me again, Jellal?"
Jellal chuckled, the sound low and mocking. "So defensive. I was just curious why you spent the last five minutes staring at a photograph. Someone special?"
Raiden smirked, brushing off the jab. "My target—and, as the Empire sees it, my future bride."
Jellal's expression shifted, a hint of amusement flickering across his face. "Ah, I see. I hope it isn't Erza? I'd prefer to keep that one to myself."
Raiden threw back his head and laughed, a deep and genuine sound. "You intend to anger E.N.D.? Are you not aware that your former friend—the one you tried to murder—is E.N.D.'s consort? Dragneel already beat you to within an inch of your life once. It's safe to say he'd tear your soul apart if you made another move against her."
Jellal's smirk faltered, replaced by a scowl. His fists clenched at his sides as he growled, "It will not end the same way this time."
Raiden's gaze hardened, the playful edge in his voice vanishing. "You're a fool if you think you stand a chance. Dragneel isn't the same as before. None of us are."
Jellal took a step closer, his voice low and steady. "Neither am I."
Raiden's smirk widened, but it wasn't a friendly one. It was the smile of someone who knew they held the upper hand. Without warning, he raised a hand and gave Jellal a mocking slap across the cheek—not hard, but enough to sting both pride and skin.
The casual, humiliating gesture made Jellal's eyes blaze with anger, but before he could respond, Raiden leaned in close, his voice a venomous whisper.
"Remember your place, Jellal. You're not as important or as powerful as you think you are." His tone dripped with scorn. "You never were. That's why Dragneel took you down when his real power was sealed, and his mind and soul were fractured. You're a joke—a fucking joke. Don't you ever forget it."
Raiden stepped back, his storm-gray eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched Jellal struggle to control his temper. The wicked grin on Raiden's face only deepened when he saw Jellal's fists tighten, his nails digging into his palms.
Jellal's jaw clenched, his body trembling with restrained fury, but he didn't retaliate. Raiden knew he wouldn't.
"See?" Raiden said with a chuckle, turning away as if Jellal were beneath him. "That's what I thought. You're not even worth the trouble."
He began walking away, his confidence unshaken, leaving Jellal standing there, seething in silence. Raiden didn't need to look back to know he'd struck a nerve. He knew Jellal wouldn't act—not now, not when Raiden's words cut too close to the truth.
As Raiden disappeared into the shadows of the Hunter Division's main hub, Jellal stood rooted in place, his rage burning hotter than ever. But deep down, he couldn't shake the bitterness of Raiden's words—or the part of him that feared they might be true.