I left straight after the games ending, not going to the after party from fighting the dragons.
We won and that's all that mattered now. I made a promise. This is my destiny as a Dragneel. I have may seem like the younger brother of Natsu, but in all actuality I was just reborn after Zeref revived me and Natsu as END. I turn back to a infant every 20 years unless I touch the book of END. I am actually Natsu's twin. I have to touch the book once and I'll finally be who I am met to be. The twin brother of Natsu Etherious Dragneel, and the younger brother of Zeref Dragneel. When I reached Tartouros, I burst the door open.
"Where's Mard Geer?"
"And who might you be?"
I lifted my sleeve showing the dark red guild mark.
"I'll only ask this again. Where is Mard Geer with the book of END?"
"He's in the same room he's always in."
"Good."
I teleported behind the throne and took my book right out his hands.
"Thanks."
"Who are you!?"
I changed into my original form and looked at him.
"That's so much better. I haven't been my self since my elder brother revived me. I believe, Mard Geer, that it is time you give me back my throne."
"Y-Yes my lord."
He stepped out of my way and got on one knee.
"My lord, why now?"
"It would seem that each time I tried to find the guild I found it to late. I kept restarting life every 20 years, but that won't happen this time because I finally got my hands on the dam book my brother made for me."
"It's in your hands now take out all magic or not."
"Bring me, Erza Scarlet first, unharmed. I don't care other wise. Ruling over all of these useless mortals is a necessity."
"Yes my lord. One other thing. Why Erza Scarlet?"
"Because she is important to me."
"Right away my lord."
He left and I sat there with only my mind as comfort.
"Erza, why do I want you? Why do I need you?"
"My lord?"
"Yes?"
"I have killed every current council member it won't be long before we unlock the face."
"Well done, Jax. Tell Vigour to form us an army for this may get bloody. You and the others find the Ex Council and kill them. Leave Seiglein, or should I say Jellal, to me."
"Yes, my lord."
