Lyon Vastia x Reader

The Start of the end

A/N: Oh, how I love suspense ^_^
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Rogue holds Frosch in his arms protectively, the look of shock still staining his, usually emotionless, face.

He really couldn't believe that the one causing all of this chaos is him, with his real name, and from the future.

The main fact that shocks him the most about this whole ordeal is the reason for him becoming like this is because of the death of Frosch, resulting in him killing Sting, and gaining Sting's White Dragon Slayer Magic. All of the newfound information is still difficult to absorb right now.

Right now, all he wants to do is attempt to save (Y/N) from the darkness inside of herself that his future self has influenced into her heart. Since they both have the same Shadow Dragon Slayer magic, his own won't have much effect on her, so he will have to, reluctantly, place his trust into both himself and the man known as Lyon Vastia.

He may not be as fond of the ice make mage as he is of his fellow dragon slayer, but they will have to team up to save (Y/N) while Natsu deals with his future self as Lucy tries to close the Eclipse Gate to stop anymore dragons from coming into Earthland.

"Oh, Frosch sees the ice mage from Lamia Scale!" The frog suited exceed points his paw towards the pile of rocks, which Lyon was standing on top of with a look of pure anger on his face. The pair run over to the white haired male; Rogue looking at him with the same anger filled expression and Frosch becoming worried for both Rogue and (Y/N).

Their anger is aimed towards the large, purple, yellow eyed dragon coming down to land in front of them with a certain apprentice standing on top of its head. "Alright Rosalina, just wait here while I finish these two off for master. They seem to not like my appearance. I wonder why that is..."

The (h/c) haired female says to the dragon, whose eyes are closed in concentration and calm. Raising her hand up into the air, a sphere made of poisonous purple light, with a smaller sphere of yellow light inside of it, and a shadow swirling around it appears.

Looking at the two males in front of her, a ghost of an innocent smile curls upon her lips, promising the opposite, "Now, who is ready to die?"

The beginning of the end approaches, waiting to see who will come out victorious.