Dealing with a Demon (Natsu x Jackal)

Fates stupid

I did say I had a lot of inspiration for the story, that is still very true, so sorry it took so long. I know most of what's going to happen when and why and stuff. I just need to write it and that's what's taking time. I had no idea what to do until Jackal and Natsu ran into each other again so it's kinda pulled out of my ass, but enjoy anyway.

Fate is stupid, fate is a bitch, a bitch that hates me. Oh right! I forgot, Flashback time~

So after the whole guild thing with Tartarus and our lead, we headed out to where our information pointed us too. The problem with the information is that while we had it, we didn't have any motivation to why they would show up at this particular place. That place being an old forest known as Holbuo. The forest of Holbuo was called that due to the town it was right next to, Holbuo, obviously. The town was strange, but pretty normal. The strange part being their obsessive stories about danger and evil lurking in the forest. All claims that have never been proven, but good enough to check out considering how long we have been waiting for any info.

One grueling train ride later, we arrived at the mediocre town and went to those who gave us the information, the guild there called Potato's Mercy, really weird, but sounds yummy. We all sat in a room, the guild itself seemed really weak, all its members thankful we were here to save them from the nightmare that is Tartarus. They told us about seeing members of the infamous dark guild going into the forest, which sounded really fishy but fine, we would go with it. So after the explanation we walked into the forest and searched everywhere. We had split into teams of two, I was with Lucy, cause Happy abandoned me to stay with Wendy and Carla, stupid fur ball.

After that, it all seemed hopeless until we were ambushed, by guess who, Potato's Mercy, yep turned out they were actually a dark guild who worked under Tartarus as a sub guild. There real name was Potato's Wrath and they were not as weak as it seemed. It was a smart move to separate us, but me and Luce did great, but we were pretty worn out at the end. And that's were it leaves us, 5 minutes before I was cursing fate.

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All around us were the charred unconscious bodies of the members in Potato's Wrath. Lucy looked exhausted as she collapsed on the ground, she had many scrapes and bruises, but over all she was fine. I was in better condition but still pretty tired. While the guild sounded like it was a stupid pushover dark guild, they actually had some tough members. I hope everyone is okay as well. My ears perked up as I heard mumbling from one of the members.

"Haha.... you may have...beat us Potato's... but the fairies will always fall... to the demons" he began to laugh like a maniac before coughing up some blood and falling unconscious comically.

"Ok then..." I commented as I kicked his body a tiny bit to get a response, was he dead? I looked over at Luce when I heard her groan.

"I need a bath, a hot, steaming, bath" she wailed before we heard a snort. Both our heads shot up at the sound, as a dark shadow stepped out of the trees.

He was huge, if it was a he, it kinda looked like a walking purple shark hybrid. He had fins off the sides of his face, a sharp armor like plate on his head and dorsal fins on both his arms. His body covered entirely with purple scales. He wore white pants and a grey brown furred jacket. He crossed his bulky arms as he examined the small clearing the droned from the fighting.

"Seems like the Potato's...." he paused, furrowing his brow at the name" have lost, what a worthless group of humans." He snorted.

Luce began to stand and reach for her keys and I got myself into a fighting stance. A member of Tartarus. If the appearance was anything to go by.

"Seems like I will have to finish cleaning up" He unfolded his arms and was about to step forward before another cackling voice filled the area. A very familiar voice causing me to instantly freeze. I also saw Luce stiffen up a bit. From the other side of the clearing another figure appeared, a very familiar figure.