Lucy and the Definitive... Cat?

Rainy Night

Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail. I own Merlin and this fun little plot.

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"You bleedin' wanker! How dare ye?" Merlin shrieked as she stood up and crumbled a copy of his elaborate plans. Mard arched a brow, he had never seen her angry.

"I have a duty to fulfill, are you quite finished making that loud pitched noise, you are currently calling your voice?" he asked and watched as she dropped the paper ball to the cobblestone ground. They were seated around his cast iron and glass table in the rose garden. Mard noticed his roses, Alba and Velvet in particular, becoming agitated as Merlin yelled. It fit his mood as he was losing patience with her in the fury she was displaying.

"You dare," she blinked and pressed her hand over her black t-shirt clad chest, "me? Your only friend and you would hurt me? Hurt millions to go after that pillock?" she asked as Mard sat back and sipped his Minstrel Sun Roast coffee. He set down the black coffee mug, decorated with a cartoon version of Cthulhu on it, on the table and considered his friend.

She was leaning over the table, her multi-colored dark hair cascading down the side, almost falling into her purple coffee mug. Her eyes were narrowed as her black painted nails tapped against the frosted glass.

"You do not even live there, you killed thousands, Merlin, please, do not tell me you care about a bunch of little mice," he said as she glared at him.

It was because of the story she told him once about the Day of Judgement in Minstrel, that he even had the idea of destroying magic. As the story went, she panicked in the midst of battle and her power went off, destroying all magic on the battlefield, killing thousands of mages in one swift attack. Did not matter their age, ability or power but just that they were gone when all Etheremo was destroyed from the land.

Curse didn't need Etheremo and Mard did not know that such a trick was possible until Merlin said it was. He would think with all that blood on her hands, this plan would not annoy her. She had five hundred years to, as the humans say, get over it.

It was a simple and beautiful plan, destroy magic, make Curse the only true power and end Zeref. This is what he was built to do and all he wanted her for was confirmation that FACE worked as designed. He had no idea that something so trivial would anger her.

Merlin crossed her arms over her bust as her pale eyes started swirling in black instead of their usual white opal. Mard had never seen that and part of him may have even felt something called fear. The sigils along her bare arm started glowing in various colors as her face contorted into pure rage.

She chanted something; it was a language Mard did not know. Perhaps he was going to be covered in glitter again, he hoped not. Once Merlin told him about a little spell she devised called "The Never-Ending Glitter Parade." His fear of glitter was well known since the first time she introduced him to a glitter bomb, he was still finding bits of the stuff fifty years later.

Merlin doubled in size and Mard swallowed hard as he stood up, knocking the iron chair back. His roses started moving, Velvet opening her mouth to show off rows of deadly teeth, he put his hand up to stop the assault. Perhaps he could reason with her, somehow, "M-Merlin? Calm down, this is not you."

"I am Merlin, I am child of the primal force of magic, I am the Living Goddess and I now curse thee Mard Geer Tartaros to take on the form in which you deserve. That until you understand the capacity of the human heart, you shall remain in the form justice chooses for you." Her voice was deep, rich and tinted in darkness from the Abyss itself. This was not expected, Mard had only known her as a prankster with a dark past and a reluctance to meddle in situations that people caused to themselves. Was she going to stop him?