A Railgun In Fairy Tail, Book 6: Apocalypse

Plague

Diablo Etwatia was normally quite patient. He knew how to bide his time, how to plan ahead, to ensure maximum success. However, this time was a rarity...he felt in insatiable lust to find her...the one called Railgun...to find her...and mutilate her with all his wrath. Never before had he felt such an intense lust to cause pain.

Calm yourself...Diablo thought. Now is not the time to let your instincts grab hold.

Diablo was sitting within a dark dungeon-like dining hall. He sat at the far end of a long table covered in a red tapestry. Around the table, hidden by the shaddows, only partially visible in the torch light were the current top 10 members of Hydra Head.

On his right sat Noiress Blackout, her skull adorned red fidora glinting in the flaming light. The chair on his left remained empty as the current 1 ranked member was standing in the shadows. Somewhere near the middle of the table, a chair sat empty as well, as the ranked 7 member still had not arrived. Though Diablo doubted with that the creature was even capable of sitting with it's anatomy.

Noiress smiled. "My...you sure are tense today...is ol' Zeref standing in the back making you nervous?"

"Don't patronize me." said Diablo. "I have no fear of death magic...I am death."

"Explains why Ghost Slumberer respects you so much." said Noiress. "Anyways...when is Mr. Important going to show up?"

"Yeah!" said the wild golden haired Aurumnus Rager who sat on Noiress's right. "Me and Argentumius are getting really impatient here!"

Argentumius, a man with long neat silver hair, a handsome face, red iris's and a white samurai robe looked at Aurumnus with his eirie calm. "I do not feel such a thing as impatience. Such is the nature of silver...to flow and allow the shining patience to guide one's way..."

"Yeesh.." muttered Aurumnus. "I can't believe you're the 5th ranked guy...and a Silver Dragon Slayer to boot...you lack motivation."

"Wait..." said Diablo. "He's here..."

The large wooden door in the room opened with an eirie creak. Out of the dark pitch blackness beyond the door came the sound of clicking and dragging and skuttling....as if a deathly creature of the night was approaching with calculating treachery.

"Eeww.." Noiress muttered. "As always, it's entrance is as creepy as it's appearence."

As the skuttling noise continued. A tall hooded figure in a black robe that obscured all his features walked through. It was Black Whisper, leader of Hydra Head.

"My appologies loyal brethren....but I have arrived late.....though I have brought somebody along that will ensure my lateness is well worth the wait."

Black Whisper stepped asside as the skuttling got larger. Then a long arm creeped out of the darkness. a long fleshy blood spindly arm with a bone blade instead of normal hands or fingers. Another blade leg peaked out as the 12 legged thing skuttled out. It's twisted red and flesh head moved out of it's humanoid, yet twisted and spiny body. It had multiple green eyes all over it's fleshy head and The Hydra Head symbol was imprinted on the area where a mouth would be if it had one.

Several people at the table made retching noises...as if disgusted by the creature's appearence. The creature stood up on two muscular skinless human-like legs with three toed claws. "Massster....they aren't pleased to see me..."

"Do not worry yourself Plague." said Black Whisper. "They are just a little surprised...you haven't fought along side us for so long..."

Plague...the 7th ranked member of Hydra Head. Diablo could see the plan that Black Whisper was weaving now. He must have had to calculate for quite a while if Black Whisper was to use this plan.