Weapon Wielder - Rogue Cheney x OC ( Fairy Tail )

Chapter Fourteen

"I'll rip you to shreds."

"Threatening me, are we?"

"It's not a threat at all."

"Oh? I wonder how much you'll suffer underneath my own strength."

"Wench! You dare speak of my own demise, when you nothing but a runt... Your days are limited."

"You'll have to find me first. Bastard. Because you won't be able to track me. Not for the next-..."

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"It's interesting." Lavita mutters, glancing up to me as we watch the fire burn brightly. The candle's wax dripping in agony from the burning orb of light which in turn, has a flowing array of embers, yet burns, scalds and kills.

A perfectly disguised weapon.

"What is?" I hum, holding the handle of the candle's stand in a loose grip, allowing it the swing rapidly in the never-ending, gusting wind. The hood of my cape naturally fluttering and tugging at the fastener in front of my neck.

"That dark guild... It owns this town. Doesn't it?" I nod my head softly, watching with a bored interest on the multiple mages ruffing around the streets. Our vantage point being our advantage. My hand rubs over Lalita's spectral head, a sly look still plastered in her eyes.

"Actually Lalita, it's an assortment of dark guilds. They all stood under Grimoire Heart but after its pathetic demise, they all forged together for their own sinister intent, and protection." I drone, kicking my legs out and in. The slated roof at my sides sticky with a corrupting substance that releases no smell.

Perfect.

Fucking perfect.

The substance will be their own demise.

"Then we should leave no survivors." Lavita suggests, I smirk slightly in agreement. "There is no good, even remotely in this town." She continues. Her ears flickering as she jumps up, and circles my shoulders and chest. Her glittery claws leaving a normal, searing pain which I'm used to.

On an average human, they'd be scarred and blood would be shed.

Yet they could never cease the pain and blood.

For her spectral form is the dominant being. A force in which, no human can defeat, or comprehend.

"Define good, my little chaos bringer." I reply, raising an eyebrow in question. However, I know what her answer will be. "Do tell." I insist, watching her halt her movement and grip her claws into my wings. Her pupils contorted into that of slits.

Her paws alighting in black mist.

"Well, we're not good, I mean. The amount of lacramatic oil we placed around the streets, houses and farms will prove that. We are more than the protagonists. We rip the life of people. We make our points. We are the goddesses of Destruction and death itself."

"Ah yes... We destroyed many lacrima's to get enough. Haven't we, my dear little kitten. The lives of humans are pointless. I've seen it. The years I've witnessed them taking life for granted." My voice tinging with greed, laughter and mockery.

"These dark guilds harbour many... many night crawlers. They are all worthless in my eyes for doing such a distinctive crime." I muse, feeling a sudden pulse of magic beneath us.