Warning: This blog may contain minor spoilers for those not up to date with Fairy Tail’s Manga. It’s only certain characters you may not know about but anyway just be careful as these guys sound pretty cool.
Even stronger then Jura... now that’s something. Also what you are about to read is probably crap. You have been warned.
Now for the real message
It’s good to be back, who missed me?... Anyone? Really? Not a single person? Oh come on! Anyway I made a little play below inspired by the newest chapter (please take note of the date to avoid confusion). Well the reason for this is that I got bored after my exams and going into town, to celebrate the end of my estimate exams in an attempt to wash away our sorrows, so I fought I make a little something to signal my return. Anyway I hope you enjoy the crappy piece of crap below. There are also some ideas I had if you want to give them a read to.
|Death of a Sales-God|
|The following events take place after the closing of the Grand Magic Games arc. We see Lahar of the Magical Council’s Custody Enforcement Unit sitting in his office working through some paperwork he had left over. Outside, it is dark as rains falls like the world is weeping because of a great tragedy. Suddenly the Communication Lacrima on Lahar’s desk receives a message.
Communication Lacrima: (urgently and stressed) Lahar? Are you there? Lahar!?
Lahar: (slightly worried) Hmm, I wonder what this could be about.
The Lacrima flickers as a picture of Doranbolt’s sweaty and fearful face appears.
Doranblot: Lahar, you have to come to us quickly the unthinkable has just Happened! We need you down here now!
Lahar: Calm down Doranblot, you’re speaking too fast. Explain to me fully what has happened.
Doranbolt: (with a worried and saddened look on his face) It’s the deities from Ishval. They’ve been...
Lahar: (shocked) No it can’t be... That’s ridiculous...
Doranbolt: I’ll be there to take you to the scene shortly. I hope you have a strong stomach...
Lahar falls back into his chair, horrified by the news had just heard.
Lahar: That’s just insane... Somebody couldn’t have done this, not alone. I can’t believe they’re really dead...
Lahar and Doranbolt arrive in a large room decorated with prestigious items and magnificent paintings. A number of council mages scattered looking for evidence. In the centre is a large table covered in delicious food and fine silverware all stained in blood. A body lies on the ground, covered by a large sheet to hide the mess. Smeared across above the fireplace is blood which makes out the saying “There is only one true God, Ishvala.”
Doranbolt: As you can see each of them were killed in different rooms yet the conditions of the bodies are all the same. It appears the murderer was able to separate each of them and take them out one by one, avoiding direct confrontation with each of the four Saints.
Lahar: (worried) What do you mean murderer? You’re saying one single person did this?
Doranbolt: Apparently so. They were having a meal between themselves to discuss affairs I am currently unaware of; however one of the servants witnessed the murder in the upstairs bathroom. The murderer appeared to have snuck in unnoticed through an upstairs window left open from when he entered. The servant saw the murderer’s first victim as he left the bathroom and was gasped around the mouth with the murderer’s right arm. The servant, fearful for her life, hid as fast as he could while the rest was quickly taken out.
Lahar: So we have a witness?
Doranbolt: Yes, the woman over there. She just witnessed something horrible so we have to leave the full questioning for later but we were able to get a brief summary of what she was doing before and what murderer looked like, before she went into hiding. Poor thing was so terrified she couldn’t even scream all she could do was run and hope for her own safety.
Lahar: (slightly annoyed) Alright then... let’s get a look at the bodies. I want to see if there any clues to how they were killed.
Doranbolt: (worried, while trying to convince Lahar otherwise) Are you sure about this? You are aware that this might be too much for you.
Lahar: (determined) I’m fine, we’ve seen many things during or work so I think I can handle this.
Doranbolt: (hesitant) ...Very well.
Doranblot lifts the cover off the corpse, revealing the bloody figure in pieces. One council mage in the background vomits at the sight of what’s left of the corpse.
Lahar: Somebody get him out of here and while you’re at it give him a glass of water too! We can’t have men react like that on this scene, but to be honest I can’t blame him. To think somebody is capable of making such a mess to mages of their caliber.
Doranbolt: They were in pieces... or getting that way... as if they were blown apart from the inside.
Lahar: (with a fearful look on his face) You don’t think that Zeref could be behind this?
Doranbolt: (swallowing his fear) I’ve seen his magic... though the victim end ups in the same result as these guys, Zeref’s powers are instant... The only similarity is the result of death. Also I believe they would have sensed such a massive amount of magic and the description just doesn’t match that of the Zeref I saw all those years ago.
Lahar: Sense the magic... (horrified) are you implying that the murderer didn’t have any form of magic? This couldn’t have been done with mere weapons... just look at this body, the mess is too great and I don’t even think weapons would have worked on these guys knowing their power! How could this happen! Doranbolt: Yes, I think we’re dealing with something completely different here...
Lahar: ...This is ridiculous. What does the murderer look like and how can he do such a thing...?
Doranbolt: Not much is given but apparently he is a rather tall muscular man with a dark complexion but, most noticeably is his red eyes and large X-shaped scar across his forehead... it looks like a religious attacked if anything and for all I know his powers are something that should be taken lightly...
Meanwhile under a street lamp in an unknown location a large dark complexioned man with a scar on his forehead stands beside a young man with short hair in the rain.
Scarred Man: So the heretics are eliminated... to think somebody could stray so far that they would even claim themselves to be gods... Such a disgrace.
Young Man: Well with what they’ve done it doesn’t surprise me. At least the world will be better off without them. Some of things they were allowed to get away with and the council just turned a blind eye to it all. Do you truly believe they deserve forgiveness?
Scarred Man: That’s not for me to decide. All I can say for them is that they are at the mercy of God. Four new souls have returned to him.
Young Man: Pfft, if you say so. I don’t get why they are considered Gods anyway. If anything they should be known as “devils” instead of “deities”. What a joke. Scarred Man: One thing I must ask you though. Young Man: Well if I answer that then you have to answer mine.
Scarred Man: Very well, now tell me what other reason did you have for wanting me to eliminate these so-called deities? You’re not the kind to go out your way and plan such an act just for the sake of it?
Young Man: Huh, so you figured it out? Well let’s just say I’m helping a "friend" work his way to the top. Now my turn, a man such as yourself has gone through a lot and must be someone of interest. What I want to know is that man’s name.
Scarred Man: Well I can’t say I have one; people just label me as Scar.
Young Man: Interesting enough but I guess we’re quite similar in that case.
Scar: How so?
Young Man: Well people here seem to label me as Kong.
Now here are a few extra's if you want to have a read of them as well.
|The Best Sitcom Ever!|
|Scar: Huh, by the way didn’t you think it was a bit much to write that message on the wall?
Kong: (confused) What message?
Scar: The one in blood.
Kong: I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just needed to check if they were actually dead.
Scar: Then who was it?
Then out of the darkness, a b*tch appears.
Minerva: It was me of course.
Everybody: Oh Minerva, you sadistic b*tch.
The audience laugh and applaud as the screen rolls on to the credits.
Make sure to tune in next week to see how Minerva deals with cooking a dinner for her hot date! Who knew children tasted on B*tches Be Crazy!
|The Council Really are Useless|
|Suddenly Doranbolt and Lahar walk on to the street. They notice the two men in the distance.
Doranbolt: Wait as second that man describes the description of the murderer! We need to stop him!
Lahar: Don’t worry, I have a plan.
Doranbolt: Let’s hear it them.
Lahar: We are going to stand and watch him walk away.
Doranbolt: S... se... seriously?
Lahar: What? It worked with Jellal on the third day of the GMG.
Doranbolt: Oh for the love of God! We have been over this so many times before! That was the most stupid decision of your career!
Lahar: You’re just Jealous because you didn’t think of it first.
Doranbolt: You let the country’s worst criminal just walk away! How was that a good idea!
Lahar: Well why didn’t you chase after him then?
Doranbolt: It’s Jellal! The man who deceived the council and constructed the Tower of Heaven! I couldn’t take out a stripper and a sex pest, how do you think I would fair against... you know screw this I’m going to get drunk again.
Doranbolt then teleports to a bar and begins drinking to his heart’s content. He later found himself in a similar situation like that movie, Dude Where’s My Car? That was a funny movie.
Lahar: (feeling smug a the potential suspects leave off to their next killing spree) Hehehe, I always win.