Lovely | Jerza One-shots

Villains

He had a master plan and sure enough it worked. He was surprised himself that it did. He had actually captured the world's best hero. She was currently being held captive in a dark room below his secret base. He had half an idea of what he wanted to do to her, half of no idea what he wanted to do to her.

So, to make up his mind he went down to go see her. He opened a door and walked down a small flight of stairs. The light from upstairs was the only thing lighting up the room. Once he got to the bottom, he could see her in the back of the room across from the side of the staircase. She was stripped of her Superhero suit and was left in a beige, skimpy, ragged dress which exposed her thighs, her shoulders and her cleavage. Her scarlet hair was loose from it's usual ponytail. He stared down at her, her arms up in the air chained to the wall, her legs bent underneath her chained to the floor. She had a blindfold on so she wouldn't be able to see where she was. He walked closer to her and she lifted her head at the sound of his footsteps.

He stood above her, his gaze cold. He studied her figure and somehow, his gaze changed. He watched her as she trembled beneath him, tears running down her face and dampening the blindfold. "Funny," his cold voice spoke up, "I never imagined I'd see the number one hero in such a pitiful state."

She flinched and bit her lip, holding back a cry. Somehow, he felt sorry for her. But that wasn't right? Why should he feel sorry for her?! She has tormented him for so many years, foiled his plans and destroyed his dreams. He had no reason to pity her.

His gaze hardened again, not from his malice toward her, but the disgust he felt for feeling sorry for her. He turned sharply around, his black cape trailing behind him, heading for the stairs. On his way, he made a simple hand gesture which only one person- a demon who hid within the shadows of the room, watching and waiting for him to give her the command- would understand. A grim smile made it's way onto her face as he left the room and she stepped out from the darkness.

He had decided since he didn't know what else to do with her, he would at least grant her pain from the depths of this world's darkness: Tartaros. He wanted to torment her. For as long as she was here, she was his to do whatever he pleased with. How he would enjoy destroying that beautiful body of hers. Honestly, there wasn't really much else he could do within this shabby base. He was a villain and somehow, without realizing it, everything he had made was close to one another. All torture devices or amplified machines that could end lives. Unfortunately, he didn't wish to kill her. But he would violate her. Violate her in the most horrific ways possible, beginning with his companion from the underworld's league, Kyouka.

She had a power so strong it was dubbed a curse. One that could change her body into a weapon, she was a living torture device. One look and she could plant the seeds of her power within your body, amplify everything you feel to such unimaginable extents. If she pushed that to it's highest extent, no person would survive that. She could easily make a person's power destroy themselves from within, sending it into overdrive. She could amplify any kind of nerve, receptor or drive to its full extent. However, with the number one hero, Erza Scarlet, she would take her time. First, she would rob her of her sanity through immense pain and then she would rob her of her beauty, after that, her will to live. She would completely destroy her, and all she needed was the hour she was given, to do so.

Jellal watched from a camera from a room upstairs. He and Kyouka both lived in darkness but even so, no sane villain would keep one of the Nine Demons of Tartaros for more than a few hours. He watched as Erza suffered— beatings, more whipping, electrocution. All things that would come. He watched the brutality, hearing every scream vividly, seeing the pain on her face, he actually began questioning her survival. This was just the beginning; it was nothing but a few whippings. Although he eventually turned it off. He persuaded himself that was because he got bored, but that was a blatant lie.