Thread: 〖Unison Raid!〗A Fairy Tail RP [Frost/Ironic]

The first thing he remembered was waking up to the sounds of screams... The other captives had been dragged off one by one and none of them returned... some of them he recognized, the sounds of their blood-curdling screams making it impossible to sleep even despite the exhaustion he faced. Around his little body were the others people who were kidnapped by this group of monsters in human skins and held against their wills in the darkness, occasionally being taken out of their cells to work... or dragged off to the Keep to never return. They were all afraid, many of them almost as old as he was, some even younger. How many days had it been since he had been taken? He had no idea... he couldn't see the sun in his cell, only able to eat sleep, and do the strange tasks the monsters forced him to do... to pick up crystals that burned his hands or punch dummies on the wall. At times they could come with strange devices to test him or the others. All he could remember was confusion. His young mind did not understand what was going on. Why would they do this to him? Was it because he was an orphan? The children they took were a lot like him, wearing rags that the monsters provided or that they were dragged in with. The prisoners were all deathly quiet save for whimpering and sobbing, any speaking meant that they would be dragged off or tortured on the spot, anyone who tried to resist them were brought to the one they called Master They screamed the loudest. It was the screaming that stirred the boy that morning... they had been taking people with greater and greater frequency over what seemed to be the last couple nights, and the sound of a thick door being jarred open was what shook the boy to action. The red-headed orphan lifted his head to take in the sight of two tall men in heavy robes... they wore strange white masks with an unusual symbol on it, the symbol was stylized, a pattern the boy did not recognize, some sort of plant. He tried in vain to get away, struggle against them but he was so weak, and was easily lifted into the air and carried away, his cries for help unheeded by the other prisoners, met only with blank stares as just another of the cattle was dragged away for the slaughter. They dragged him through several rooms, then outside. It was the first time he had seen sunlight in so long... it was blinding! One of the cultists looked down at him, likely leering under the mask. Its nice, isn't it... its gunna be the last time you feel it so enjoy it while you can Harsh laughter followed as the two men carried him towards a building that seemed to block out the sun... a tower that reached the sky and grasped the clouds! Their pace sped and the tall one murmured something about the master waiting before they carried him through the doors and into a chamber that was almost pitch black where they dragged him to the far end and listed him onto a bed with straps and clamps, tying his little body thoroughly to the altar. The room smelled funny, like metal and sweat a thick smell that seemed to get worse and worse as he lie there... there was also the sound he remembered, shuffling feet and murmuring cultists, but one sound was more deeply disturbing than the wet squelching that came from the center of the room and it was only when the torches lit he discover how horrifying the situation he was really was. More of the cultists stood in a center of a large magic circle that encompassed the entire room, surrounding a lone figure who knelt at the center. The metal smell came from a liquid that flowed slowly through the lines of the circle from the center and the squelching sound was the little girl in the arms of the Master, and the sound of the dagger cutting through her flesh to let her blood spill into the center of the large pit. He worked with the precision of a butcher, slashing her wrists, legs and other arteries, each time making her eyes bulge and throat heave with silent screams she was still alive! The boy on the altar screamed for her, seeming to come to life as he thrashed against his bindings despite his pain and dispair. He knew this girl She had short blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. She had shared a cell with him, come from the same village and here she was having the blood let from her body right in front of him, her twitching body writhing in his arms while his knife carved into her flesh over and over again. What did these monsters want?! He would find out soon. The little girl was finished with a line drawn across her thin neck and her body was dropped to the side like a used toy, after which the Master stood and met eyes with the boy on the Altar. He moved away, swaying as he walked. Unlike the rest of the monsters this one did not wear a scary mask and appeared to be human... well... mostly human. His hair was long and dark, wavy and loose around his face which was pale like the corpse of the little girl he had just discarded... most terrifying were his eyes, eyes that would haunt the boy for the rest of his life, eyes that burned with the most unholy shade of green and glowed in the darkness of the room. Those eyes focused on the boy on the altar and he approached him, holding the dagger he had used just moments ago to drain a little girl dripping in his hand, black metal flashing in the dim lights. We have finally found you... little one He flashed a devilish grin, teeth showing white in the darkness. The boy tried to speak, tried to ask him why they were doing this, but no words came out, only a choked rhasp. The man's cold hands found their way to his face. All this searching, all this sacrifice for the perfect vessel... you were really hard to find His voice cut into him and put even more questions in his mind, only able to focus on the horrible grin that this man had. Don't worry though, their sacrifices will not be in vain, and neither will yours. My Lord, preparations are complete for the transfer. He glanced to the side and waved away his minion. Very well, start it He glanced back at the boy and gave an almost caring smile, lips parting to reveal a set of long fangs. He noticed the questioning look in the boy's eyes. A long time ago, a very beautiful thing was sealed away... we are going to free it using your body. These things are very hard to control after all, and put in a mortal form we can control it He chuckled darkly and the altar began to move. Soon the boy was lifted up, arms spread out to make his body into a cross. The Master's fingers traced across his skin, from his jawline down his naked arm and finally to his hand which he carefully examined. The boy was unable to move, and sheer terror flickered across his young face Such purity, I envy you... You should be happy... you are about to become my perfect weapon after all His fingers grasped the boy's wrist with an iron grasp, wresting a cry from him and then with a swift movement plunged that black dagger into the palm of his little hand. The sound of the boy's scream was drowned out by the sounds of wind rushing through the chamber. Pain coursed through the dark-haired boy's little body as the blade bit into his skin... bright crimson light spilling out of his hand instead of blood. The dagger did not seem to pierce his skin at all but instead melted into his hand, spreading out from the back of it in thin lines that quickly took the form of thorny vines racing up his arm and towards his heart. His eyes closed and body shook, heart racing and mind breaking. Then... everything went black. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Later --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was raining in Magnolia and the sun was long on its way down past the horizon. The glow of the city could been seen for miles with the lights of windows and streetlights and a flash of lightning occasionally split the sky to herald the roar of thunder. The people of Magnolia had long gone inside to shelter out the storm and the streets were completely empty... Well, almost completely. Bare feet splashed in muddy puddles alongside the cobblestone streets as the boy padded slowly down the street towards the towering building on the water's edge. He had been walking for what seemed like days, was hungry, thirsty, and in so much pain, but he managed to put all that pain aside... at least until he got there. Around him they watched, pale faces and whispering voices of the Dead that had woken him in the forest just outside of town. It was those spirits who had guided him here and given him strength, following him and picking him up when he fell. They were frightening at first but it was clear they meant him no harm, especially the girl in white who they seemed to gather around. He was frightened, miserable, cold... but still she gave him hope where he had none before. She stood several paces in front of him, walking with bare feet soundlessly down the street and unphased by the rain and dirt like he was... She was almost like an angel, only stopping when he would trip or slip to the ground to provide him with encouraging words and lead him further to the light. In time he arrived and she walked easily through the massive oaken doors. They were opened a crack and light poured out from within them, the light of his salvation, just as she had promised. He reached for the door and gave it a hard push, stumbling back when more ghostly hands reached out after him and the door flew open. Inside it was a typical night at Fairy Tail, drinks were being served and wizards big and small were enjoying the night. What a surprise it would be when the doors seemingly flung themselves open with only a half-starved and exhausted child on the other side. Two men near the door stared blankly while he staggered inside out of the rain. He was beaten and bloody, what counted as clothing soaked through and skinny body covered in scratches and bruises. He wore nothing but tattered rags and hastily applied bandages, a single black large shirt provided by his captors covered his modesty and leaving him with bare arms, legs and feet. His left arm was bare, but his right arm, the one that that man had plunged his dagger into was wrapped in bandages that were stained red with his blood and black from dirt and ash. Tears filled his eyes he was here, he was finally here... the place that the girl had talked about, the place where he would be safe. In moments he was noticed, voices rising above the crowd. Hey There is a kid here! Holy Crap, hes bleeding! Get the Guildmaster And in no time at all people were rushing out to get the stray inside, to offer help just as the girl had said. Once again, Fairy Tail was in an uproar.