Weapon Wielder - Rogue Cheney x OC ( Fairy Tail )

Chapter Nineteen

Third PoV:

"I really hate war..." The way she spoke it, indicates she didn't mean to speak it aloud, Lavita planted on her shoulder as she steps back, closer to the tube which was retrieved from the mountainside. 

Rogue frozen as her back presses against the glass panels of the tube as the sudden magical pressure spikes in cue with the contact. Lahar, and any council members who were standing on the stage suddenly get blown off as a shrill scream echoes in the air. The smoke suddenly corrupting the makeshift stage shifts as Errie's body suddenly falls forward, limp. Lavita gone.

"Lahar! She's not breathing!" Mest exclaims to the moment he reaches the body which has opened, soulless eyes, no pulse and suddenly has veins pulsating along her forehead, chest and cheeks. 

Rogue darts forward easily due to the council being distracted and tenses as he sees it's true. Eyes wide and heart thumping in his chest as he drops to his knees. Months of searching to get answers. 

He's lost sleep, appetite and made a vow for the day he was to find her again, he would get all his answers, ask his questions and hopefully have her returned to Sabertooth. The place she felt at ease and made his heart beat firmly every single time she entered the room.

Yet now... she's not breathing - and he doesn't want to believe it. The thought of him suddenly dropping and feeling no pulse is something he doesn't want. 

"Was this her plan...? Do something with those... night crawlers then end her life as punishment?!" Rogue growls, feeling an ounce of betrayal. Frosche running up with cascading tears and hugging Rogue's leg.

"No... No... NO!" His eyes narrow in rage. Pent up rage. Sting quickly launching forward and grabbing a hold of him as his rage builds, trying to aim it towards the Council who dare touch her.

"We've got movement!" Someone yells from far back. "Two figures! Standing tall both - back up on the stage!"

"Ah! This body is something I've missed..." A sudden voice sings, echoing through the air as the . "Oh My Days! Absolutely bo-o-ney!" The smoke that corrupted the smoke due to the explode slowly fading to reveal a completely shattered holding tube.

The glass shards scattered with the smaller, cylindrical tubes that hovered in the air before laying across the ground with their original contents spewing out. The green liquid in particular starting to corrupt and corrode the framework. The strange substance that was held inside no-longer in sight.

"Ah, Magnificent! I wouldn't move if I was you... Council. That threat earlier really did do me no good." A wicked laugh follows as heads snap towards the centre of the tube. "Erstera..." Rogue mutters, eyes wide and form shaking as another laugh echoes from the females' lips.

With eyes a glowing violet, matching her hair that falls in a large clump on the floor behind her. Strands tumbling over her shoulders and her body bare. Skin glistening with liquid from the confines she was kept. Lips pulled into a smirk. Body skinny due to lack of proper nutrients.

"The last time I was in my proper form... There was no such thing as the council..." Errie murmurs softly suddenly, stepping forth as the strands of her long hair slowly wrapping around her bare breasts and around her feminine private area almost like undergarments. The glass shards slicing up her feet don't seem to bother her as she raises her head to the sky. 

"You're four hundred years older than them! Of course there was no such thing!" A childish squeal halts people from replying. Lavita, standing on all fours with a thick, bushy tail and a tilted head. Large fangs and matching claws and ears expanding out of the thick mane of fur shimmying down the back of her head and spine. Wings scaled and spiked. "Now that I think about it... I prefer my exceed form..."

"Years... Years I've watch generations fly by in that form. That small night crawlers' body held me. All because I no-longer wished to make them... But hopes and plans always come crashing down." She sighs, jumping off the stage and clicking her fingers for Lavita to jump and travel at her side. The people around her suddenly backing off in fear, holding up their hands in fear. 

She sighs deeply and sadly.

"My name is Errie... I suggest you remember it, as i'm one of the first born Goddesses' to wonder Ishgar. I gave you magic. I created your magic. I build the magic. I evolved magic." She gives a pointed glare towards Lahar. "I created magical restraining cuffs, and you thank me with wrapping my old form in them?"

"You... created magic?" Yukino stutters.

"Not all magic... Dragons have their own magic, obviously, same goes to celestial... But... most I created. For the sake of humanity." She raises an arm to the air as the sky suddenly explodes into a mass of colours. 

"Rogue... you finding me in that forest was a mistake. I thought i'd be safe... to never show my despicable face again, and never have to return to this form." Her gaze emotionless, yet, somehow solemn. "But you did... and brought me to Sabertooth." Her fists clench. She halts metres in front of him, with her back facing him.

"You're going to run again!?"  Rogue growls, Errie vanishing from her spot metres from him, only to appear behind him, skinny arms wrapping around his neck from behind. Her touch, freezing him like ice. Lavita smiling sadly as best she can towards Frosche whose hugging her leg tightly despite her demonic appearance. 

"I'm not running... Rogue... I'm protecting you..." She whispers softly, running a thumb over his bottom lip, turning over "I'm trying to erase my mistakes. First the night crawlers... then the dark guilds who follow me... But... no matter what good I do... I will always be seen as Goddess of War, instead of the Goddess of Affinities."

"You're-..." Rogue mutters, shock lingering around him as she slides off his back and walks slowly around him before glancing at Rogue with tears glistening from her eyes. Glowing eyes of violet shamed and dignity ripped.

Her demented and tortured eyes locked on him, and him alone, as if the council aren't there, and the other guilds including her old comrades. In the small amount of time they knew her, he treated her in a way she hadn't experienced in hundreds of years.

"I'm such a poor excuse of a Goddess, huh? Errie, the Goddess of Affinities, such a disgrace."

Just as she was about to walk off, Rogue wraps his arms around her bare stomach and halts her, his hold tight, and unforgiving. Eyes closed and muscles bulging with tenseness. 

"Yeah. You are. But... that darkness can easily be replaced, if you just let it... Instead of running away every time." 

"You know Rogue... I'm not scared. I'm not wanting to run away... But, being immortal... does make you really hate yourself." Her fists clench. "But How..."

"How what?"

"How is it... that in four hundred years... Four hundred years I don't fall in love... yet I meet you... and that instantly breaks?"

"Erster-..."

"A mortal and Immortal. A goddess and a human. A murderer and a dragon. Makes you think Rogue... Why must I be so messed up?" Her body becomes transparent as she steps out of his arms. "I hate war, yet I led dark guilds in war. I tell you this, and many people surrounding us... but I still hold secrets that would change the course of history. But I can't seem to tell you."

"Errie..." Lavita murmurs. "Calm down. We may have eradicated the night crawlers, but you can't lose focus now and attempt to make more. That form will make more than one with a simple affinity lycrim."

"It's alright, Lavita." Errie smiles softly. "Tell me one thing, Rogue. Sabertooth. Lahar. Guilds." She rolls her arms and cracks them perfectly. A challenge, yet curiousness in her tone.

"The fact you can't arrest me now, can't harm Lavita, and you know my crimes, her crimes, yet my magic and status. What are you to do?"

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Soo! News is out, i'll have it back to her PoV from next chapter on, and expect drama!!! 

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