A Draconic Journey { Fairy Tail x Oc }

Chapter 5: A Demon in Heaven (Tower of Heaven Arc)

As the Adresta made landfall on the small island, Yu wasted no time in leaping from the ship onto solid ground. Surveying the scene before him, he observed the crew bustling about, preparing to defend themselves against potential threats while simultaneously working to repair the damages sustained by the ship.

As Yu turned his attention to the island surroundings, a sense of dread crept up his spine, reminiscent of the feeling he experience when tasked with taking out of the the ominous R-System Towers. His keen observation revealed cracks in the landscape, evidence of past battles or perhaps the passage of time itself, the island bore scars that spoke of its tumultuous history. 

"Well, lad," Barney's voice called out from the ship. "We'll wait here for your return," he declared, his tone echoing with unwavering support and confidence in Yu's abilities.

"Thank you, Barney," Yu replied gratefully. "You've been a great help," he added, his words carrying genuine appreciation for the captain's unwavering support throughout their journey.

"The feeling's mutual, Laddie," Barney responded with a hearty chuckle. "Break a leg, in fact. Break a lot!" he exclaimed cheerfully, wishing Yu luck with a touch of humor.

Nodding in response, Yu wasted no time and dashed towards the nearest entrance. With the recent battle having already drawn attention to their presence, there was little to no need for stealth. As he entered, he was greeted by the sigh of numerous unconscious bodies scattered about.

Yu crouched down and carefully inspected the unconscious figures, relieved to find that they were still breathing. "What happened here?" he muttered, concern evident in his voice as he surveyed the scene.

As Yu stood up and prepared to leave the scene to continue his investigation, he couldn't shake off the unease that gnawed at him. As he ventured further into the deserted hallway, a sense of foreboding washed over him, intensifying with each step he took.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, and a chilling sight unfolded before him. In his mind's eye, he witnessed the once unconscious bodies now lying motionless, surrounded by pools of blood that stained the pristine floors. Shocked and unsettled by the gruesome scene.

Yu took a step back, his eyes wide with shock as he surveyed the scene before him. "What is this...?" he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Suddenly, a shrill laughter pierced the air, causing Yu to snap to attention. His instincts on high alert, he swiftly formed his arms into gauntlets, ready to defend himself against any potential threat.

As the shrill laughter ended and the area returned to normal, Yu put his guard up again, ready for any threat. "Ah... So this is what your soul sees..." a voice called out to Yu, causing him to tense further. "Interesting... Interesting..." the voice added before disappearing.

Surveying his surroundings, Yu found nothing amiss and refocused on his investigation. He hurried through the hallways until he reached a room illuminated by bright lights. As he approached, he heard voices emanating from within.

"I don't know, maybe it's just me, but the name Zeref sounds familiar," the voice from within the room remarked.

"I'm sure," another voice chimed in. "He was a legendary black wizard," she added.

"Wait a minute... I remember someone saying the monster that came out from the Lullaby flute came from Zeref's demons," another voice recalled.

"I've never mentioned it," she clarified. "But I suspect Deliora is a demon from the Book of Zeref as well," the second voice added.

"If this wizard is as evil as you say, then why is it that Jellal wants to resurrect him?" the fourth voice inquired.

Just then, they heard footsteps approaching from the hallway, and fearing an enemy intrusion, they tensed. However, their surprise turned to relief when they recognized a familiar voice. Yu stepped into the room, interjecting his thoughts on the matter.

"Dark guilds are notorious for playing with fire... Unfortunately, the ones who get burned to a crisp are the innocents," he remarked solemnly, his voice echoed.