Fallen Celestial (Fairy Tail fanfic)

Fallen Celestial Part 7

Lucy squinted her eyes as she looked over the black plains that seemed to stretch out endlessly before her. It had been two months since her pact with Ira and their group was now headed south to the Domain of Sloth in order to collect her third pact. Things had not gone as smoothly as Lucy would have hoped though, they had the option to take this worlds version of a magic transport but Abaddon had informed her that half dragons suffer from even worse motion sickness than a simple dragon slayer. If they were to take transportation then Alva could possibly die from severe motion sickness.

And so their group began their long journey south to the lands of Sloth. Lucy couldn't help but feel slightly depressed at the constant view of the black, charred lands that had been their constant companion. According to Abaddon; the lands under the control of a Lord of Sin each take on an aspect of their master. That was the reason at the lands under the control of Ira always seemed to be burnt down while according to him the lands under the control of Sloth are quite swampy. Something that Lucy was not looking forward to moving through.

The journey had not been all bad however, Lucy's physical and magical training had continued nearly every evening since they began their trip. She spent nearly every night training with her rapier against Frederick and her reaction speed had risen to ungodly levels. She still wasn't nearly capable of fighting against Abaddon and even Alva had surpassed her level after her constant fights against the Lord of Pride.

Frederick on the other hand was much better at pulling his punches and therefore made a much better sparring partner. Frederick would test Lucy in new ways nearly every time to improve her physical strength as well as her critical thinking on the battlefield. He was also a much more respectable gentleman than Abaddon could ever hope to be. Frederick remained respectful at all times, always referring to her as "Lady Lucy", and was the first to set up the camp for the night and the first to volunteer for the first watch.

He was not entirely perfect however, as he kept at least a few secrets to himself. A few nights after her pact with Ira when it had been just him and Lucy she had asked what exactly he had meant by what her answer would be. However he had been less than forthcoming in his answer.

"Unfortunately, Lady Lucy, I am not at liberty to discuss that with you. Only one of the Lords of Sin can answer your question. What I can tell you is that someday you will be given a choice, and that the path you take then will determine whether many people live or die." He had answered before returning his attention to the fire he had been attending to. Lucy tried to get more out of him but he was surprisingly tight lipped and Alva only gave her a blank stare when Lucy asked her. Even when she asked Abaddon he only changed the subject or simply disappeared from sight. Lucy was forced to give up but it was constantly at the back of her mind.

At that moment a deep rumble pulled Lucy from her thoughts. She looked around in confusion and saw a large dust cloud forming on the horizon.

"Oh? It appears that a wild herd of Wrath demons is approaching." Abaddon said with clearly mock surprise as he moved to stand alongside Lucy.

"Wild wrath demons? Is it normal for there to be that many? Because I don't remember seeing anything like this in these last three months." Lucy asked as she shot a glare at Abaddon.

"Well they aren't exactly common, but they do show up from time to time. Normally a team from the capitol would be deployed to deal with them." Frederick answered from behind her. "But this far out it would be almost pointless to deploy a team, they wouldn't arrive for days and the pack would simply have moved on."

"Are we in danger here?" Lucy asked nervously.

"Of course we are. Wrath demons are considered to be the most aggressive and some of the strongest demons in the realm." Abaddon answered as if it were an obvious answer.