This is something that's been on my mind for quite some time now and I figured to release it. This will be very different from canon and you'll find out why as you read.

Hope you enjoy!

"I am a monster that is unable to love, unworthy of affection, of attention, of friendship. Yet, you...you enthrall something in me...I am the End, but you are my Beginning, Erza Scarlet." ~Natsu Dragneel

The Legend of E.N.D

Prologue: Second Chance

It is said the Earth, the planet that houses all of it's living inhabitants revolves around a set of laws and principles set forth at the dawn of it's creation. Rules set forth and cemented into the very fabric of reality that none dared to break. There were a rare few that did this, either brave, arrogant or just foolish enough to break those laws and in turn they all suffered the consequences of angering entities that went beyond mortal comprehension.

These laws were universal, and to break them other wise meant fatal consequences for anyone, no mercy would be spared, blood would be shed and life's would be reaped by the reaper. Such was the way of things when one so foolishly broke one of these natural laws. It has been said, in ancient scripture, from a time long since gone, that entails a very descriptive scene of what should happen if such a law should be broken.

The Heavens would be torn asunder, Hell would be unleashed upon mankind; the most foul and brutal dregs within it's fiery pits would feast upon the corpses of man as the gods watched on at the bloody savagery, the planet would be torn asunder by hundreds of natural disasters. Earthquakes would divert the continents and reawaken old sleeping volcanoes and destroy entire civilizations, tsunami's would flood entire cities and towns drowning and killing hundreds upon thousands of innocent life's. Hurricanes and Tornadoes would come down from the scarred heaven's with the full force of a scorned and wrathful god, tearing apart the planet. Sweeping across everything and picking up everything so it could be thrown into the heavens only to be crushed when they fell back down.

Simply put, Armageddon.

The Apocalypse, that is what would happen should one of these laws be broken, such was their importance to be kept in check. This is why mortals always perceived to keep a system built around keeping the natural order in balance, a system that revolved around these laws and it's workings. Because they all, instinctual or not, feared the Endwar, the end of all things, the Apocalypse that would bring about the eradication of their life's. It was self-preservation that made mankind as a whole never try and break these laws.

And yet...history was doomed to repeat itself and in the worst scenario possible.

''You doomed yourself the moment you chose to try and sacrifice yourself for these petty little fairies.'' spoke a man, his voice filled with nothing but disdain for him and disgust for the dead around him. Smoke rose high into the air, coloring the once bright blue sky black while multiple inferno's raged on all over the world. The roaring of demons, the screams of dying men and women and cries of children echoed in the air and was carried amongst the air waves.

''Ah~ Such a wonderful melody, does it not fill you with a sense of accomplishment?'' the man spoke again ending with a chuckle. His voice echoed with an untold amount of power that made the Heaven's themselves sunder, such was the raw power in his voice alone. His smoldering black orbs glanced toward the only other individual left alive amidst the battlefield, that at one point had been so lively, was now a giant crater of ash and dead bodies.

His eyes took in the appearance of the person, it was a young man who appeared to be 16 or 17 with a slightly tanned skin tone. He had a lean muscular physique with rosy pink spiky hair. Pink fringes cascaded over his face, but in-between his his bangs a pair of black orbs stared down at the blackened soil with a look of absolute contempt. A scarf, given unto him by his wayward father lay in tatters destroyed in the implosion. His clothing was in tatter's and was barely hanging onto his broken and beaten body.

Gashes and cuts marred his entire body, a fatal hole all the way through his stomach and out of his back was present allowing for a large of amount of blood to spill forth. The wound was so deep bone could be seen as well as ruptured organs, but that mattered little to the rosy haired man. No, the pain of his physical body paled in comparison to the emotional and mental turmoil that was roaring throughout his skull. Such was the pain that his claws, yes claws, clenched and dug into the dirt before he pounded his head into the ground.

''….S-stop...this...it can't!'' the man whimpered, tears welled up in his eyes as the pain began to overwhelm him. The sounds around him began to worsen his state of turmoil, the screams of the tortured and dying, the cries of innocent children, the roars of demons and the ripping of flesh and crunching of bone echoed through his sensitive ears. He tried to block out the horrific sounds, but he could not due to his own state of self-loathing and anguish.

The man who spoke didn't seem to show a shred of sympathy for him, infact he seemed to be disappointed in him from the small frown forming upon his face. ''Tsk, I see that pathetic mortal persona is still clinging on. No matter, it will only be a matter of time until you come to realize who you are, what you are.'' he gave a hmph as the pink haired man gave a not so subtle growl of hatred, his eyes peered up from the ground to give a look of absolute hatred and loathing for the man standing above him.

He gnashed his canines, breaking a molar as he ripped out a animalistic snarl from his throat. ''I am nothing like you bastards...''

But the man merely raised an eyebrow, a smirk of amusement stretched amongst his deceptively handsome features before he kneeled down before the red haired man. ''Oh? But you are my dear friend, you may deny it now, you may even deny your history with me, our species and even our master, hell you can even deny your past life all you want. But reality is a cruel and unforgiving mistress, you are like us, our brother, our lord, our God!'' his voice smoke loud and proud, etched into his tone was a sense of pride that only a man of his stature could hold.

Than his smirk turned downright nasty when he saw the man give another growl before he spoke, ''You will come to understand, but let me hasten the progress, just look at the damage done, by your hands no less. I doubt a human could cause so much carnage, so much sweet death such as this!'' he said stepping away and stretching out his arms out wide in a grandiose manner. And what he saw made the man's eyes snapped wide in shock and disbelief as he saw what had happened, what he had done at the pinnacle of his power.

He didn't need to see the landscape to know, the entire continent had been ravaged by the release of his power, by the merging of his soul and the one torn from him when he was young. The land had been left charred and unclean. Dirtied by the unholy powers released from within him, his flames burnt away all life, turning mountains to dust in the implosion of his true power. The sky was swirling creating a maelstrom in the sky over him, caused by such an intense amount of power that ripped out of every part of his body. A storm was approaching as lightning streaked across the sky and rain began to pour from the sunder Heavens.

No, what he saw instead was the corpses laid strewn apart the battlefield, there was far too many to count, but all of them lay in the same position. Cold, unmoving and dead to the world, their cooling bodies lay in the soil and each one of their faces was forever seared into his brain. He struggled to speak, to say something, anything but the words just wouldn't come out. All he managed was a chocked back sob at what he saw. The tears at this point fell, shame and guilt began to fill his entire body, the guilt was beginning to rip his soul apart at what he saw.

He struggled, ignoring the man above him entirely ad he crawled towards them, to the nearest of those that lay dead. He crawled, claws digging into soil and his body becoming dirty from the soil and ash. Desperation filled him as he raced towards them, hoping and praying for some small sliver of a chance that they were alive, for a moment he figured in the fleeting of his childish persona that this was some sort of twisted deranged nightmare. Yet when he reached them and his eyes landed upon the first of his many victims he let out strangled cry of terror.

This wasn't a nightmare...

It had been a horrible mistake to come near them...

Brown eyes stared back up at him, once filled with life were now glazed over forever dead to the world. Long dirty red tresses covered the face of whom he was looking at and seeing her alone shattered his already breaking heart, sobs wracked his body and was clenching his fists so hard blood began to pool into his claws.

''No...no...no...no not you...'' he dared to reach out to her, the woman who lay dead before him, her body was horribly burnt by the resulting explosion of his power. He held her though, feeling her cold body, no heartbeat or sign of breathing destroyed all hopes that she was alive. Tears fell from his face which splashed upon her cheeks as his body began to tremble horribly. Sobs left him in shuddering chocked gasps and he just pulled her close. His eyes glanced to the others and he saw the rest of them. His nakama, his friends, and loved ones all lay dead on the ground, burned or turned to complete ash by the release of his power.

It was a painful moment for him, every single one of dead bodies, their petrified faces of terror and horror was burned and branded into his eyes and soul. His very being was writhing in internal agony at what he was seeing, at what he had done due to his own choice. He sniffled and bent his head down, pushing his nose into the long tresses of the woman in his arms inhaling the last bit of her natural scent, memorizing it with his sensitive senses.

Than he made the mistake of looking at her face and seeing the faint tear streaks broke the last mental defense in him. She had, at her last moment had done what he promised to never let her do.

Erza Scarlet had died crying...killed by his hands, by his dirty filthy hands!

At that moment, Natsu Dragneel, adopted son of Igneel The Dragon King of Fire wept, screams of sorrow burst out from his chest as he cried for the loss of his nakama, the death of his entire guild, Fairy Tail. The very same guild he had come to see as his family, the ones he had sworn to protect above all else.

Only for them to be killed by his very own hands...

The irony was sweet to the man above him yet it was disgusting and unforgivable to Natsu.

'Lucy, Gray, Old man, Wendy, Mira, Elfman, Lisanna, Laxus, Gildarts, Cana, Levy, Happy...Erza...they're dead...they're all dead...because of me...I killed them...' the thought tore him up in the inside as he realized all of them were dead because of him, because of his brashness and act without so much as a thought put into place.

But than...the man he so loathed spoke.

''I don't understand why you cry for them, human emotions are such a fickle thing simple to manipulate and easy to crush like fragile glass. Humans like them don't even have a long lifespan, they're inferior to us in every way, weak, pathetic, like ants. You shouldn't be crying Natsu, after all you should be rejoicing in you're rebirth.'' the man spoke undeterred by the sight before him. He wasn't effected, if anything he was content seeing the humans dead, they were annoying, annoying as gnats to a titan, but in the end simple weak humans.

Natsu's cries went silent before he gently tightened his hold on Erza, his body trembled in a feeling that was both foreign to him and yet oh so familiar with. The feeling disgusted him and yet at the same time made him feel as if he was welcoming back a long lost friend.

''Shut...up...''

''This is the result of your emergence, the persona that overgrown lizard implanted into you should be dying, and in it's place who you once were should come back. Take in what we Tartarus has done all in planning for your reawakening. You're own personal welcoming party, a gift from your fellow brothers and sisters.'' his voice was as poisonous as a Cobra and it only increased the feeling with Natsu more.

'Brothers and sisters?!...We are NOT alike...I will sooner rip out my heart than see any of you're kind as family!' he thought with a sneer.

''Shut up...shut up...shut up!'' Natsu continued his voice raising octaves.

He merely chuckled before he snapped his fingers creating a throne like chair formed from the remaining bones of Natsu's comrades. Natsu saw this, watching in mute horror as the flesh and organs of those of his dead friends began to melt away revealing only skeletons which gathered up at the man's beck and call, forming a throne made of bones. Seeing this made that feeling reach the breaking point of no return as the man sat his filthy ass down upon the bones of his fallen nakama. The audacity of him was so great he held in his hand, the skull of his fellow Dragonslayer Wendy who had been like a little sister to him.

''Heh, it is amusing to see you know, Lord Zeref's most powerful creation, the one whose very existence so long ago made the Gods themselves quiver in terror. Reduced to this state, it's sad to be honest, that fire breathing lizard molded you into what he wanted you to be. Since he could not kill you he took the second best alternative, he stole you from Master Zeref, split your soul in half, cast the demon part of you into the Book of E.N.D. and took the other with him to raise. What a joke...'' he spoke, rolling the skull of Wendy Marvell in his hand.

Snap!

It happened so slowly and the man was caught unaware until he was far too late, Natsu went completely still his body froze and the bangs of his rosy pink hair shadowed his eyes. Slowly, he bent down and kissed Erza's forehead before lowering her upon the ground. All of his emotions, all of his feelings changed, grew, and molded together into the new foreign feeling that Natsu was slowly, but surely embracing.

''I'll see you soon...Erza...everyone...'' he muttered under his breath before he turned to face the man who had started all of this and what the man saw brought a wide smile to his face.

''There it is...the face of our lord, I would never forget such a face. Have you returned to us, master?'' he spoke hoping he was right.

He was wrong, horribly wrong.

Natsu's face was in one word satanic, demonic in every sense of the word, his eyes were glowing blood red scales of the darkest crimson began to surface on his face. His claws sharpened and grew and his teeth turned into fangs. He growled, snarled like a predator, his body lurched forward, bending forward Natsu released a deeper growl that surged froth from his chest.

''No...''

That was when the man's face turned into an expression of shock when he heard Natsu speak, his voice was no longer the same. It was deeper and much more rough, yet it boomed with a power that sent a shiver of dread up the man's spine. His bravado began to ebb away as changes continued on Natsu's body.

''I...would sooner die than embrace what I once was...but for this one instance, for this single moment...I will happily take in what I once was and what I am now...'' he continued as his shadow began to change and morph into something that made the man before him take a step back. Some called Natsu something far worse than a dragon, a monster, a demon, a harbinger of chaos. And in the eyes of this man, the Demon King of Tartarus, Mard Geer, if he had heard those words he couldn't have agreed more.

For at that moment when he saw Natsu's form, he truly saw the bringer of death, the nightmarish power of Zeref's ultimate creation. An entity that was so powerful it could bring about the extinction of all of mankind. A monster that went beyond Demon standards, what he saw was in a whole league of its own. The hellish creature of darkness hissed and growled like a demon and yet glared with the ferocity that matched that of Acnologia itself.

And it utterly terrified Mard Geer who took a step back in fright.

''W-wait...''

''JUST TO KILL YOU!'' Natsu ended with a deafening roar that carried so much power it broke the sound barrier and literally pierced the heavens. The initial shockwave was so strong it ripped the ground asunder and blew the man off his throne of bones and devastated the entire area. Strangely, Erza's corpse remained unharmed from Natsu's roar.

Than fire erupted from his demonic form, engulfing his body in the flames of Hell itself. His opened his mouth steam escaping him as the flames licked at his body and embraced him like a long lost lover, he embraced this feeling of power, of absolute ultimate power for this instance and this instance alone. He would use it all, all in one, to kill the who started all of this. If it wasn't for this guy and his guild of demons, none of this wouldn't have happened. Murderous rage built up, fury unlike anything he had ever felt before erupted from Natsu's form causing his flames to churn and burn with such intensity the climate was beginning to change and the atmosphere of the planet began to burn.

The flames of his hatred burned with fury and passion, rage fueled his once broken and near dead body. Adrenaline pumped through him, as his increasing health regeneration healed up his wounds at astonishing rates. Yet he didn't care, all he cared about was Mard Geer and that as it.

He hunched forth gripped his clawed calloused hands and ignited his hands ablaze, his once short spiky pink hair lengthened and billowed in the wind of his waving fire. Than he set his sights on him, eyes burning crimson, rage and hatred glowed in his eyes and at that moment, Mard Geer knew he was in fact in deep trouble.

''Wait...no this wasn't supposed to be how it was supposed to go...wait!'' Mard actually pleaded with Natsu, hoping against all hope that he could reawaken his old friend within Natsu, but it was long gone now. All that was in in place was Natsu Dragneel, a man born with a singular cause and filled with such hatred it could overshadow the Gods themselves.

''I'll kill you...I'll rip you too pieces like the monster I am, and soon after I'll kill Zeref and end all of this. I'll freely go to Hell for my actions, but I'll be glad to take you bastards with me!'' and he reared back and roared one last time.

''Now DIE MARD GEER!'' and in a flash of power Natsu crossed the distance faster than the speed of light, his body blazing in his fire and magical power, eyes flashing crimson while Mard Geer quickly put up his own defense. Yet his thorns did nothing to Natsu, and once he reached him, Natsu's hulking form crashed into Mard Geer and in a final roar of hatred and defiance they erupted in a sphere of destruction that expanded and obliterated everything in it's path.

And after that all Natsu saw was eternal oblivion...

''No, I will not let you go out like this Natsu-kun!'' the voice of a woman that sounded so familiar to him resounded within his own hell. It was gentle, filled with warmth, love and compassion yet the familiarity was so strong...

Than a bright golden light pierced his eternal darkness that was his oblivion disturbing him from his thoughts.

Black eyes snapped wide open only to close just as fast as the one with those eyes let out a annoyed hiss as the bright ray of sunshine peaked through the forests. The boy grumbled profanities before he opened his eyes again so they could adjust to the sunlight. With his vision beginning to clear up, the boy sat up ignore the feeling of his stomach growling and the mild irritation of the birds chirping. Short rosy pink spiky hair moved in the path of his eyes and he pushed it away as he continued to stare at seemingly nothing in particular.

''That damn dream again...'' said, Natsu Dragneel who soon let the expression of a scowl form on his now 7 year old face. Questions still plagued his young mind as to how he ended up here, but he had more important matters to deal with.

One of which was just a few hours away...

Looking up, Natsu marched forth until he came upon a cliff overlooking the sea, and his eyes narrowed, peering out into the distance and soon he could see a small island formation. And the blurred image of a large foundation being made, a tower like-structure of sorts.

He remembered what this was, it's where he had nearly lost Erza the first time...

''The Tower of Heaven...'' the young boy muttered to himself in disdain, contempt washed over his face before began to trek down the cliff to reach a boat from a nearby village.

'I don't know how I ended up here, back in time and as a kid no less, but I won't let this chance slip me by. I can change so much and undo so many of my mistakes, but the first of which is rescuing Erza from the damnable Tower.' Natsu thought with a scowl.

''I still haven't sorted out all of these memories of what I once was and what I am now, but one thing is for sure, I will never let what happened in the future come to pass again. I will control this power and use it for my own means. I will protect my friends...even if I am unworthy of their friendship, I will still protect them with this hellish power of mine.'' he said to himself, narrowing his eyes as his nails lengthened into claws and the irises in his eyes turned into slits.

Than he looked, eyes peering at where the Tower of Heaven was being built and let out a snarl.

''I'm coming, Erza.''

Done! Finished this one fell swoop, I had some good inspiration from my own theories and dark fantasies of which I hope you all enjoyed.

If some of you are confused by this than let me explain a bit, what happened is a summary of what I think may or should happen somewhat in canon FT. What I mean is that Natsu is in fact E.N.D, Zeref's greatest creation. But in my version of this story, Mard Geer let loose the book of E.N.D on Natsu causing what you saw at the beginning.

I won't go into detail since it will be spoiling too much, but that's the gist of it.

Now Natsu is older than he is in canon so about 2 year's older than Erza.