Needed time to rest, relax and think on the future of this story.

It's about to get intense and really mind breaking for all of you. This is shorter than my other chapters, but the next one will be much more fulfilling.

Enjoy!

"I've been known by many names throughout my time. Savior, protector, monster, demon, devil, glutton, harbinger of chaos. But not once...not once have I ever found myself calling someone else...my savior. She saved me from that darkness, an angel helping a devil like me, how ironic." ~Natsu Dragneel

Legend of E.N.D.

Chapter 3: Heritage and Revelation

"Are you sure this is what you want?''

A deep rumbling voice sounded within the mind of Natsu Dragneel. The young time traveler frowned at the words of his other persona before peering throw the waves of snow that beat down on him. The rosette haired young man was currently taking residence inside a nearby cave in the mountainous region of the north. The cold didn't affect him as the snow melted before it reached his body, but he had been traveling by foot for the past week without rest. Climbing the mountains and trekking through the northern regions were much more difficult than he anticipated.

So he decided to take residence in a nearby cave, that is after wrestling it from a yeti and throwing said beast off the mountain.

Finally he tore his gaze away from the snow outside and looked forward at seemingly nothing. He had no need for fire to keep himself warm, he was an embodiment of fire itself so his body practically radiated heat. So his black eyes seemingly stared at the darkness of the cave. His long bangs shadowed his black orbs, but it didn't deter his vision as he just stared aimlessly into the darkness. He was deep in thought over what he was to do now and this moment of reprieve gave him the chance to think on his plans.

Plus it gave him the solitude he very much needed now more than ever since his voice had finally alerted him that he had rearranged his old life's memories and was ready to go.

'You already know my answer to that, I've had 3 years to prepare myself for this moment. Plenty of time to ready myself for whatever I see.' he replied in kind. Indeed, it had been 3 whole years since Natsu saved Mirajane and her siblings from the Doomguard in the Demon Village. 3 years of traveling in the northern regions of Earthland, time he spent alone. Training himself, honing his control over his power over his abilities and ones he was reawakening from within himself.

One of which was the very darkness that seemed to settle around him in the cave, it quivered from a movement of his hand.

And he'd spent those three years contemplating and preparing himself for what was to come, he knew that to rearrange his old memories in order would take a lot of time. Which he took advantage of so he could mentally prepare himself for whatever was to come. Two years ago he left the merchant/trade caravan since they were heading back down south, since then he kept himself away from society. Only coming to nearby villages for the most meager of supplies before heading out.

He didn't want to reveal himself to the world, too much attention on him at this point would be counter-productive, he didn't want the Rune Knights from Crocus hunting him down, he'd hate to have to make an enemy out of the Kingdom of Fiore. It was just be troublesome for him and an annoyance at best. This was not counting the fact the Magic Council was already suspicious of his existence due to what he did at the Tower of Heaven 6 years ago, he was also sure that what he did in Demon Village was also told to them.

The thought of the Council made him frown, they were slaughtered in his life down to every member and although he should have felt pity. He couldn't find it in himself to care. He never had much love for the Magic Council or it's divisions. The only one he liked was Yajima due to the old mans support for his former guild and being one of the rare few that supported Fairy Tail when the rest of the Council would have seen fit to have them broken. He didn't exactly hate the council, but he didn't them either. He just didn't care about them or their laws.

But still it would prove troublesome to have them on his heels, given time he could afford some leeway, but as of now he had to be quick and silent in his actions.

He chuckled for a moment if his friends could hear his thoughts right now they'd probably think he wasn't Natsu. The Natsu they knew never did anything stealthy nor did he take the time to contemplate his next move or the result of his actions. But that part of him was crushed and thrown to the winds, he had to grow up and learn when to act and how to do it.

He leaned his back against the stone of his not so humble, temporary as it may be, abode and sighed. 3 years had done an astonishingly a lot to the time traveler, the years were starting to prove to be a big boon in his growth. Both mentally and physically. The time away, without the endless brawls at Fairy Tail and constant partying allowed him to see the world for what it was as he traveled.

And he hadn't liked what he saw...

Poverty was at an all time high in Earthland, especially in the Northern region, those with money and influence dictated the life's of others. Higher taxes made some go to extremes just to scrounge up the next tax pay. Taxes raises given out by Crocus hadn't helped much due to the rise of higher taxes which made it hard for everyone, especially for those out in the frozen tundra. If also didn't help that they were the most vulnerable to attacks from beast and monsters, they didn't have the protection of guilds and mages, or even the protection from the very kingdom they paid taxes too.

It angered him incredibly, but he could do nothing short of making an enemy out of Crocus, and all of Fiore by kicking that little midget, Toma off his throne. In the end he simply helped with what he could give spare jewels to those that needed it the most and "talking" with the tax collectors. The very same collectors that destroyed the homes of families for not having the tax at the time.

They still hadn't found their remains...

Physically, Natsu had grown, a lot, the standards of his physical growth wasn't even normal because 3 years ago he looked to be a 10 year old boy. However in these 3 years of traveling alone he seemed to have hit an abnormal growth spurt. His body had grown leaps and bounds making him look like he aged 6 years. It unnerved him to be honest at how fast he was growing since it wasn't natural to have grown so much in just 3 years. However his other persona mentioned it having something to do with his acceptance over who he was and because of his demonic heritage taking effect.

Nevertheless, Natsu took advantage of his growth and began training himself more intensely to rebuild what he once was. His physique was returning to that of wiry muscular frame, but his frame was becoming more balance than it had been before his merge and was allowing for more muscle mass without a loss in his agility. His clothing had been worn out during his growth and he opted with a few pieces of clothing with a black hooded cloak that covered his whole body. It served its purpose by keeping his appearance away from the eyes of society and allowed him more free movement of his actions.

With his hood down, you would be able to see the changes that happened to Natsu in a more accurate manner, his spiky hair had grown much longer than it was because. It fell past his shoulder-blades and was reached his mid-back. His hair was unkempt, he didn't much care how it looked and let it go as it wanted it to be. What baby fat that plagued him as a Fairy tail mage was gone due to being burned away by his demonic heritage. Allowing his face to be more pronounced with a sharp jaw and narrowed eyes.

'Hmph, true but are you not currently trying to find that ice brat? Won't this impede on your search?' his persona replied in kind to which made Natsu frown. The voice had a point, he WAS searching for his old rival, Gray Fullbuster, so he help him and send him on his way to Fairy Tail.

The thought of his rival made him wince a bit as a memory of their childhood ran through him. Always picking fights with one another due to their conflicting magical forces and personalities, him picking on Grays tendency to always strip at the most random of times while Gray insulted him for being a flame-brain. It ac tually made him crack a smile at those fond memories.

That is until that smile was wiped clean as the last memory he had of Gray was him tearfully facing him down with the magic he inherited from his father, The Ice Devil Slayer Magic. The magic that was said to be the only thing that could have stood up to him when he merged with his other self, but his flames had been far too strong, far too wild and intense for any magic, even of the opposite element that was meant to slay his kind.

The face of Gray flashed in his mind staring back at him with wide eyes before he too was incinerated by the explosion of his fusion. Remembering the thought made Natsu scowl before he shook his head, ridding himself of those thoughts. What rivalry he once had with Gray died that day and since than he wanted nothing more than to let Gray live a life with Fairy Tail, with Natsu to be there fighting him every chance he got.

That was the main reason he was out here, to search for Gray and lead him to fairy Tail as he did for Erza and Mirajane before him. However recent murmurs of something out in the continent made him tense and ready to spring up in action.

'Deliora...' the very same demon that ransacked Grays village, killed his family and friends and the same demon that his sensei, Ur, sacrificed her life to seal away in her Iced Shell. Worried mutters from refugee's and murmurs from passing travelers indicated that the Demon was rampaging across the mountainous continent. He remembered Gray telling him about the demon and what it had done to him as a child and how it had taken Ur from him and Lyon, how it killed his parents and caused mass mayhem to the world.

Something he could stop from happening...

'I can give a moment to rest and begin the process of my memory recovery, now would be the best of times before I leave in search for Gray.' he replied in kind to the other persona within him who seemed to hum in thought of his words.

'True enough, but also keep in mind the longer you stay here the better chance for our little spy to find you.' he asked to which made Natsu frown. He'd grown aware of someone watching him from afar, he'd known for quite some time now, but he never could pinpoint where it was coming from. It was as if it was utilizing a magical cloaking spell that kept its magical presence at the bare minimal and invisible to the naked eye.

He'd caught it a few times, but never enough to stop it so he went to trying to hide himself with more effort which proved to be useful as he could escape whoever it was that was scouting him from afar.

'I'll deal with whoever it is when the time arises, for now I need to do this, no obstructions need to be in my way when I begin.' he thought and with a flick of his wrist the darkness of the cave bended at his will and covered the entrance and become one with the rock formations. Becoming like that of a camouflage for the rocky cave, it would prove to evade the one that was scouting him for the time being, plenty of time for him to begin his first trip down his long forgotten memory lane.

Seeing his work done he leaned back and closed his eyes, 'Alright, let it loose...'

''Very well...''

And the last vestiges of Natsu's senses blacked out and he soon he found his consciousness succumbing to the eternal dream of his sleep.

Upon awakening, Natsu's black eyes narrowed once he grew accustomed to his surroundings. What he awakened to was a wide area of immense forestry that had long since died. Trees were rotted out from their roots and the grass was as dead as the soil he stood upon. He looked up to see the sky only to see it full of black clouds, rolling thunder streaked across its vast ocean of clouds while the air around him seemed to increase in fluctuation.

'What is this...something feels...wrong.' he said to himself before he began to trek through the woods and as he made his way through he found himself standing before a moderately sized hut of sorts built into the side of a mountain. Feeling this strange feeling pull him in he followed his instinct and went inside. The foreboding feeling grew as Natsu found himself walking past the bare necessities for a single person to have for him or herself. But hanging from the walls was a vast assortment of amulets and necklaces with sigils hanging from the string. He found a bookcase filled to the brim with books, scrolls and ancient tomes that escaped him yet at the same time was familiar to him.

There a single bed made solely from a pile of hay and a makeshift blanket made from the skinned pelts of bears.

However this mattered little to him as he felt the feeling from before grow strong and pull at his soul even more and followed where pulled him to. Leading him down a stone carved staircase that led him downwards into the darkness. The only light was the flickering torches hanging from the walls, but this little light showed up something quite surprising.

Tens, hundreds, even thousands of multiple diagrams and runic symbols were etched into the walls as he walked down the stair case. They were all etched into the stone with what looked like chalk and each diagram was different from the other, but yet the further he went down the more saw each one shared one distinct similarity.

And that was of a upside down 5 pointed star...

'Levy said something about this star...she said something about it being cursed or something. Having to do with demons and Hell. What was it she called it...the...Pentagram? Yeah that's it.' He kept seeing the pentagram as he went down, it was the one thing each diagram shared.

Woosh!

Suddenly he halted, Natsu frowned as a sudden shift in the wind made him stop in his tracks before he looked down into the darkness. The torches all flickered out due to the sudden shift in the wind, but his eyes peered through the darkness as if it was daylight and easily stepped further into the abyss. The change in the wind alerted him and put him on edge due how it was howling, howling like a thousands souls that were damned to the pits of the underworld.

His ears twitched and his eyes narrowed as he finally reached the bottom of the staircase and what awaited him was not something he was expecting.

'Zeref...!' he muttered out in shock, indeed the man himself, his arch-nemesis stood just a few feet away from him. However he was ignorant of his presence as he stood before a much larger diagram than the rest. It was most certainly Zeref, but he seemed younger than he remembered. Emotions filled his being when he saw Zeref, but the most dominate flooded his body, and that was rage.

His black eyes narrowed and flashed crimson, glowing with demonic fury, Natsu let out a feral growl as his hair piked out even more influenced by the sudden surge of his hatred and magical power. ''ZEREF!'' he roared out the mans name before charging the man who had caused his entire life to have turned out the way it had. It because of him. HIM! He started it all and it was because of him he lost his friends, if it wasn't for his pet demons, his friends wouldn't have been killed! He wouldn't have made that damned choice of becoming who he once was.

It was because of him that he suffered this pain! It was because of him that was going through this hell! It was because of him...that Erza cried...

That image flashed within his mind, a painful reminder at his own failure which only seemed to fuel his rage as he charged the black wizards back, but just as he reached him.

He blinked when he suddenly went through him, he stumbled in confusion mixed with shock before he turned around only to see Zeref still continuing whatever it was that he was doing. As if he didn't acknowledge his presence in the slightest. Blinking dumbly at this, Natsu stood back up as his inner persona spoke to him.

'You...are a certified dumbass. Did you forget that you're in a memory? Or did your rage blind you to that fact, hm?' the voice scolded him made him blink as his rage slowly, but surely subsided while replacing it was a dawning of realization.

'Oh...'

'Oh? That's all you got to say? Why am I not surprised? Anyway, shut up and pay attention, you're about to witness something very important.' the voice demanded him and for once Natsu did as he was told, feeling a bit ashamed for exploding like that. Straightening himself, he kept silent and watched at what Zeref was doing.

He saw it, Darkness swirled around, beckoning at the pale hand of the black cloaked Zeref. Magical power of the most unholy nature was mustered up by this mages will and bended at his command. Death magic and Living magic was conjured at his fingertips, such was the power of the two combining that it caused the chamber of which he was in begin to shake and crack in places. Despite the many barriers and runes he placed inside to ward off the damage.

The combination of magic turned into waves of a multitude of different colors ranging from black, purple, crimson, gold, blue, white; among others. It waved around the man before it slowly began to swirl around in his palm condensing and compressing, taking the shape of a moderately sized sphere. Swirling with magical power that held no equal and held no limit to its potential, the young man seemed to hold the orb, as if it were its own child before letting it loose from his palm.

And slowly the sphere fell, more like floated, down onto an elaborate upside down pentagram diagram with 5 torches lit around the elaborate star design. The torches flickered, causing wisps of orange and red to blow up into the air as the sphere slowly floated down into the center of the pentagram where awaiting it was something else.

It was a vast assortment of objects and vases all of which contained a specific ingredient needed for the spell the black haired man was casting. Each held objects taken from every corner of the world, all for this purpose of his creation, his very first creation. Items that were so invaluable that you could build yourself a Kingdom or two with just one of the few he had acquired in his long search.

But such things mattered little to him, no the only thing that was important to him was the success of this creation, it was his very first creation. Years of extensive research and training made him feel as if he was ready to defy the will of gods and breathe life through forbidden magic that was long since outlawed by the Gods.

''Tibi dico, et spiritus ex inferno, et ossa eorum, qui occisi draconum Titanas carnem renasci. Coquite rejuvenate et ceciderunt de sanguine numen, quod movet, et unitas fiat. Et respondendum est, precem meam!'' He spoke in a long dead language lost in the sands of time, but it seemed to do something as the sphere slowly melded into a the center object which was a small casket and soon enough the pentagram seal slowly lit up in a unholy purple light. It lit up the dark chamber as fires from the torch stands threatened to flicker into nothingness.

Only to burst to life once again, only each fire was of a different shade, one being azure, another the darkest crimson, another jet black with streaks of purple and another being white with streaks of gold. This didn't seem to deter the young man as he continued his long incantation, even as the pentagram began to grow brighter and brighter with each passing second.

''Veni! Exite, et factus est! Relinquite vincula teque tibi caelestes, aperi oculos tuos, et in anima est, fili mi!'' he said before he took a step back as the pentagram suddenly burst to life in a storm of magical lightning, pitch black bolts of lightning danced across the upside down star before the purple glow slowly, but surely began to turn into a dark crimson. The darkness in the room seemed to be swallowed by the pentagram, even the young mans of power and essence seemed to leave him, more than he had expected as it was absorbed also into the design.

There was no light at that moment, nothing of significant light was seen only the pitch ebony that flooded the chamber. Only the crimson glow from the pentagram was all that was seen. For a moment the young man thought he had failed, but he was literally brought to his knee's in both exhaustion, and in a surge of emotional upheaval as the gathered objects and ingredients slowly melded with the small casket. The combination of such unholy power and magical energies created a sphere of jet black in the center.

It didn't last long either...

The sphere grew from it's spherical shape becoming taller and more of a oval shape, it was just a the young mans knee's. Suddenly, it stopped its changing before a crack appeared in the oval like dome before another crack appeared. Then another and another before pieces began to fall, hitting the floor and shattering like fragile glass. And what the man saw inside the sphere was a pair of black eyes faintly glowing crimson, staring back up at him curiously. Finally it completely broke apart revealing...

A boy...

A boy that looked no older than 5 years old standing in the center of that crimson pentagram, tuffs of spiky hair of the darkest crimson fell over his black/red eyes while tear like markings were etched at the ends of his eyes and pointed downwards. He wore nothing to hide his modesty, but the sheer sight of the boy, alive, looking at him, breathing life made the black haired man burst into tears of joy.

''I did it...I did it I did it I did it.'' he repeated his mantra as he crawled toward his very first creation on his hands and knees, tears streaming down his eyes as he looked into the face of the one who would end his eternal nightmare once and for all.

''Who...who are you...Who...am I?'' the boy asked the man who could only smile at the boys question before replying in kind as he removed his long tattered black cloak and wrapped it around the boys small naked frame.

''I am Zeref...and you...your name is...Etherious...Etherious Natsu Dragneel, my son.'' the man that is and would be known as the Black Wizard Zeref, he smiled happily as the young Etherious tested his name off the tip of tongue before giving the smallest of smiles to his creator/father.

And watching from the sidelines the ghostly form of Natsu Dragneel looked on in silence, his black eyes were wide in disbelief while his expression was frozen in shock.

''This...can't be...''

''But it is, this is how you came to be, it is hard to accept I know, but the fact is right there before you. You were Zeref's first creation, when he was just becoming known as the bane to all of Earthland.''

He knew that, deep down he knew in the very depths of his heart he knew, no matter how much he wished to deny it. The truth was before him, in memories that had been locked away from him. How he was created, who gave him his name and brought him into this world. No matter how much his eyes stung with tears of denial he couldn't deny what he saw.

''And my name...my true name is...Etherious? He named me Etherious...Natsu...Dragneel.'' it was a mind numbing experience to be sure. But his inner persona took it in stride with a sense of pride.

''You are half right, your name is Etherious, but he was not the one who named you. However it is ironic since that name is the origin to all of his other lesser creations. Etherious...is spoken as a term for Zeref's demons, but in reality it all stems from your...very...first...name. Quite fitting really.''

Natsu could only take that with a frown of frustration, but very reluctant acceptance as he watched the scene play out before him. He wished for nothing more than too leave, but he couldn't. Not only was he forced to watch this as his other persona no longer had control over his recovering memories, but he had sworn to himself to remember who he once was. No matter how he ended up in the end, he needed to know.

And he would be damned before going back on his word.

So he watched, viewing his first life with the smallest glow of interest in his eyes as he watched himself interact with Zeref, his archenemy, his nemesis, his father. For a moment he took notice of the difference in his hair color and the tear like markings at the sides of his eyes, but his other persona seemed to hear his thoughts.

'That is what you truly looked like, when you came to existence this was your original appearance before it was sealed away. Your rose colored hair was the only link you once had to your red hair and the tear markings were sealed away with me.'

Natsu hummed, acknowledging that bit of information as he watched the scene play out before him. He was curious about who it was that sealed him away, but he figured his memories would be the one to tell him who it was that did it. He watched as Zeref clothed him and bathed him as a parent should. Even going as far as teaching him how to read and write and talk more fluently. The scene was...strange to him, he wanted to deny what he saw, he wanted to hate it all, but he couldn't deny a feeling of parental warmth from the man whom was and still is, his arch-nemesis.

'Why...did Zeref do all this for me if I was to be the one to end his life? Why did he care so much about me? Why...?' he thought to himself as he watched Zeref started teaching him the fundamentals of magic and and theories of its craft and history.

'….Do you remember the casket that was in the diagram he had laid out amongst the rest of those ingredients?' his persona seemed hesitant to speak, but he did nonetheless. Natsu nodded at his words and seemed to continue with reluctance.

'...Well the reason he acts this way is understandable because you see, that casket held something important to him. That casket housed something that when it was first brought into this world he was filled with absolute joy. It was a life he helped create with another, a woman. A child he helped bring into this world...a child that was to be...his firstborn. His very own flesh and blood son...'

Suddenly a chill crawled up Natsu's spine as he quickly connected the dots and his expression morphed into morbid shock as he watched what was playing out before him. 'No...'

'Yes, it was you, Etherious. The name that was truly gifted to you by your mother. Zeref was happy, truly benevolently happy for the first time in his life, but on the night you were born his emotional state caused his magic to rebuke and strike out uncontrollably. This resulted in his own magic...killing your mother and you.'

The words that were spoken echoed through his eyes as Natsu watched with no small amount of shock, faintly for a moment he could see a scene of something like that play out. Yet it was washed away with own grief and realization that was dawning upon him. He found his throat to be dry and hard to swallow as the truth laid out before him.

'I'm...I'm his son?'

Zeref...was his true father?!

'That incident broke him entirely, he lost his lover the only one that saw past his vile magic and could see the man for who he was. And he lost his own son due to his own lack of control over his magic. It shattered Zeref's beliefs in a God and...he went mad with grief, he fell into darkness. But he forged one resolute ideal in himself and that was so you could breathe life again, even as he caused total anarchy across Earthland. He knew the only one who could stand up to him was his own flesh and blood...which was you.' he spoke, explaining in detail as to what changed in Zeref and how he went to bringing Natsu back from the grave.

'He kept your remains safe and did years of extensive research on necromancy and other types of resurrection spells. Theories on the lost art of Living magic. Until finally he came upon a spell that was forsaken by the pantheon of Gods and was forbidden by the hands of mortals. But he defied them all for your sake and went to lengths that no other father could ever do, just to bring you back.' he trailed on in memory of the lengths Zeref went too so he could revive his newborn son.

Upon hearing this information Natsu's eyes became misty while in contrast he felt both sick at what...Zeref had done to bring him back, but also a warmth that he once felt for his foster father Igneel. Slowly, he closed his eyes letting a single tear fall as his persona continued.

'He gathered the ingredients needed, mastered the dead language for its incantation and at the moment of your revival it sped up your state of growth by 5 years due to the ingredients that played a apart in your resurrection. This is why he acts like this, because he can for once act like the father he wanted to be. You know...its ironic really, he DID create you with the aid of woman, but he killed you also. Only to bring you back by resurrecting you with the powers of forbidden magic and alchemy.'

Natsu could only nod at this information as he watched himself play and begin to laugh with his...father. The scene was surreal in a sense due to the fact that deep down, when he was but a child, he always wanted to know where he came from. Who were his parents, why did they leave him, where had he come from?

Now he had his answer, only his answer was twisted and demented from what he originally wanted.

Tears of grief fell from his eyes as watched on, he couldn't stop them and he didn't want to, for this moment with only himself he felt like he could shed these tears. One time only, he let himself weep at what he lost, of the fate bestowed upon him by destines wicked nature. He stumbled toward his father, reaching out to him, to try and comfort his father.

Unexpectingly, his hand hit solid and went wide eyed as Zeref stopped and seemingly looked up at him, peering directly into his eyes, the same black eyes as himself stared back into one another. Before Zeref smiled, revealing a smile of a loving father, pride was evident in his eyes. His mouthed moved in a soundless discussion between himself and his long lost wayward son.

"I love you, Etherious, my son...''

And suddenly his vision went black...

Unconscious, Natsu eyes twitched before a single tear filled with emotions such as happiness, sorrow, anger, confusion and regret trailed down his cheek and fell from his face. He muttered only one word as his body started to give off a crimson glow which soon encompassed his entire being.

''Father...''

Unknown to Natsu however, outside his cave a spherical object suddenly sensed his fluctuating magic and it quickly began to hone in on his location. It hurled itself through the blizzard before it came upon a mountain just overlooking Natsu's cave. It hovered in the air, held up by its master magical influence. It was camouflaged by the stark white snow that blew harshly in the wend, and the negative zero temperatures did nothing to effect its overall performance.

It began to float downwards until it stopped when it suddenly feel the whole mountain tremble and turned only to see a pair of glowing crimson eyes before a titanic shade stood above. A demonic entity towered over the orb as it climbed its way over the mountain. It seemed to sense its presence, but ignored it entirely as he continued its trek toward the general location of its target.

''I smell it... where are you!'' the titan like demon roared, its giant blue frame towered over most of the mountains before it beat at the nearby mountain which presumably housed Natsu. It's mane flowed as it roared to the sky, its giant scaled claws dug into the mountain and began to tear it apart as if it were wet paper. Feeling its patience wear thin of not getting to its target the demon opened its maw where it began to charge up a highly compressed beam of condensed magical energy.

''RARGH!'' the demon roared, forcing out its attack to cleave through the land that held the entire mountain. Cutting through rock and limestone, the giant demon watched in satisfaction as what it smelled fell along with the entire mountain that began to fall down into the snow filled plains below.

Pain...

Lots of pain!

That's the very first thing Natsu felt the moment he felt his consciousness begin to awake to the world of the living.

Pain wracked every part of his body, his whole body felt as if it had been put through a shredder, only to be thrown into the jaws a crocodile. The wind itself made him hiss in pain, it hurt to breath and he could feel a coppery liquid fill his lungs making it hard to even breathe.

''-e's...alive!'' he heard muffled screams and shouts which only irritated his heightened sense of hearing than anything, but as his eyes began to creak open he could see someone pulling off the rubble atop of him. His senses thrummed with anguish as whoever it was kept yelling at him.

''-on't...sleep...!''

He heard the brief distinction in the voice, it was a woman, he thought to which was confirmed as a piece of rock was uplifted off him and he saw a milky white hand reach for from the light. And for a moment...he saw...

''An...angel?''

Indeed, that was what he thought he saw once he found himself looking at through his dim eyes. His black eyes looked into a pair of worried coal orbs, tresses of purple hair fell around her face as she reached for him and began to pull him out of the rubble. This was the last sight he saw before darkness overtook him once again, exhaustion and emotional upheaval left his body at the mercy of this wonderful, beautiful angel that just saved his hide.

He'd have to thank her when he woke back up...

But for now...

Rest...

End!

Hoped you liked it, this was based off my own creation of theories and my own insane mind and although my mind may very well shatter if it happens in canon, I doubt it will.

Now I'm off, reading more into this very interesting light novel Ichibai Ushiro no Daimaou!

Translated Incantations used in this chapter:

First Incantation: I call upon thee spirits of hell, thy bones of the slain dragons, grow back flesh of titans. Boil and rejuvenate blood of the fallen deity, move and become one. Answer my call!

Second Incantation: Come! Come forth and become one! Relinquish yourself from the celestial chains that bind you, breath in life and open your eyes, my son!