Fairy Tail:Celestial Tempest [NaLu]

The Dragons offer

The atmosphere grew thick with tension as Natsu and Lucy stood ready, their expressions hardened with resolve. The air was cool, a chilling reminder of the grave confrontation they faced. Natsu's fists crackled with anticipation, flames licking at his knuckles. But before he could launch his attack, Lucy stepped forward, her eyes blazing with unrestrained fury.

"Yami!" Lucy shouted, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. Her body surged with energy, not from her celestial spirits, but from a darker, more primal force. Her fists clenched, crackling with void magic, a manifestation of her raw anger and grief.

Yami sneered, his figure cloaked in darkness, his eyes gleaming with malevolent amusement. "So, the little girl comes to play? How delightful."

Without warning, Lucy charged at him, her movements a blur of speed and precision. "You know what happened at the Heartfilia manor ten years ago, don't you?" she demanded, her voice laced with cold rage. Her fist, now encased in void magic, collided with Yami's chest with a force that echoed through the chamber.

The impact was brutal. Yami staggered, the air forced from his lungs as he struggled to maintain his balance. He looked up at Lucy, surprise flickering in his eyes. "What...?" he gasped, barely able to speak.

"You killed my parents, Layla and Jude Heartfilia!" Lucy screamed, each word dripping with venom. She didn't wait for a response. Her fists, fueled by void magic, rained down on him with relentless fury. Each strike landed with a sickening crunch, the sound of bone meeting flesh reverberating through the room.

Yami grunted, his body jerking with each blow. He tried to raise his arms to defend himself, but Lucy was relentless. Her fists became a blur, each punch more vicious than the last. Blood splattered across her face and hands, the metallic scent mingling with the damp, stale air of the chamber.

Natsu watched in shock, his flames dimming as he stood frozen in place. He had seen Lucy angry before, but never like this. The sheer ferocity in her movements, the pure, unbridled rage it was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. He couldn't bring himself to move, transfixed by the raw power she displayed.

Even the dragons, Solara and Frostbane, watched in silent amazement. Their massive forms loomed in the background, their eyes reflecting a mix of respect and concern for the young mage unleashing her wrath.

Yami, bloodied and beaten, managed to choke out a response between gasps. "I... I don't know anything... about your parents... I swear!"

"Liar!" Lucy roared, her voice cracking with the weight of her emotions. She slammed her fist into his face, sending him crashing to the ground. She straddled him, her fists continuing their merciless assault. Each punch was a cathartic release of the pain she had bottled up for years. Her knuckles were raw, her hands slick with blood, but she didn't stop.

Yami's face was a mask of blood and bruises, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He struggled to speak, but the words were garbled, lost in the torrent of blood filling his mouth. "I... don't... know..." he muttered, his voice weak and barely audible.

Lucy paused for a moment, her chest heaving with exertion. She looked down at him, her eyes cold and unyielding. "You're lying," she hissed. "You know something. Tell me, or I'll make you regret it."

Yami coughed, blood splattering from his lips. His eyes flickered with fear, a stark contrast to the arrogant sneer he wore moments ago. "I... I swear... I don't know... please..." His voice was desperate, broken.

Lucy's expression twisted in disgust. She raised her fist one last time, void magic swirling around it, darker and more ominous than ever. "Then die," she whispered, her voice devoid of emotion. She brought her fist down with all her strength, a final, brutal blow that silenced him forever.

The room fell silent. Lucy sat back, breathing heavily, her hands trembling. She stared at Yami's lifeless body, her mind a storm of emotions. Blood dripped from her knuckles, mixing with the tears that streaked down her face. She had done it. She had taken a life, but it brought her no peace, no closure. Only emptiness and a haunting silence.

Natsu finally broke free from his stupor, stepping forward cautiously. "Lucy..." he murmured, his voice filled with concern and disbelief. He reached out to touch her shoulder, but hesitated, unsure of how to comfort her.

Lucy looked up at him, her eyes hollow. "He didn't know," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "He didn't know anything."

Natsu clenched his fists, a mix of anger and sorrow flooding his heart. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come. He could only stand there, sharing in her grief and frustration.

Above them, the dragons shifted, their massive forms casting long shadows over the scene. Solara, the Sun Demon Dragon, spoke, her voice gentle yet commanding. "You fought bravely, Lucy Heartfilia. Your strength is undeniable."

Frostbane, the Ice Demon Dragon, nodded in agreement. "You have shown the courage and ferocity of a true warrior. We are impressed."

Lucy wiped the blood from her hands, her expression weary. "It doesn't matter," she said quietly. "I still don't have the answers I need."

Solara lowered her head, her eyes soft with understanding. "Answers will come in time. But for now, you must rest and recover."

Frostbane's cold eyes glimmered with a hint of mischief. "Perhaps, in the meantime, you would like to learn a powerful magic. We can teach you the dragon slaying magic of the Sun Demon and Ice Demon."

Lucy looked up, surprised by the offer. Her eyes briefly met Natsu's, who seemed equally intrigued. But she shook her head, a small, determined smile forming on her lips. "Thank you, but no. I'm strong enough as I am. I'll find my own way."

Natsu, curious as always, couldn't resist asking. "Wait, aren't you guys dead? How can you teach dragon slaying magic?"

Solara chuckled, a warm, resonant sound that filled the chamber. "We are indeed no longer among the living, but our spirits remain bound to this place. We can still pass on our knowledge to those we deem worthy."

Frostbane nodded, his icy breath misting the air. "But as Lucy has declined, we will respect her wishes. The path of strength is not only about power, but also about understanding oneself."

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