The Demonic Swordsman Of Fairy Tail

In the forest near Onibus was an old man on his way to the city of Magnolia. This old man was an extremely short and elderly man. He has black eyes and becomes bald with only the outer edges of his head containing white hair. He also has a thick white mustache. He wears a black stamp of the Fairy Tail guild mark that covers the entire area of ​​his c.h.e.s.t. He wears an outfit consisting of a white shirt with a black Fairy Tail stamp in the middle under an orange hoodie. Her outfit was complemented by matching orange shorts and an orange and blue striped jester hat. He is the third master of the Fairy Tail guild, Makarov Dreyar.

He was returning from the Guildmasters' annual meeting, when surprised by a storm he decided to cut through the forest to avoid the rain.

After several hours of walking, he stumbled upon a clearing containing a large stone building. You could see a flag fluttering there with the symbol of a demonic skull spitting flames.

Makarov thought: What is such a big building doing in such a remote place? Probably the hideout of an illegal Guild. Well, it is better to take care of it, moreover it will make the trip less boring.

For a holy sorcerer like him, taking care of a dark little guild like this would not take much effort.

As he approached the doors, he noticed that the guild was making no noise, which was strange since it was the middle of the day. Makarov alerted himself in case it was an ambush.

When he opened the door, what he saw was not a room full of dark wizards. But rather a scene worthy of hell, which widened the eyebrows of the Wizard Saints.

Corpses were scattered throughout the room, for many of them missing either one or more members, for those who were the most mutilated it was their head that was missing. Whether on the floor, the walls or the ceiling, blood spattered every corner of the room. The dim light produced by the lamps made the scene even gloomier. In the middle of the room was the only person alive in the guild, his back was facing the front door and he was on the body of one of the criminals. It was a young boy with black hair that stretched to his shoulders, he wears a black garment similar to a kimono but it was soaked with blood giving it a dirty appearance. In his right hand was a sheath containing a katana, the pommel of the blade was resting against the shoulder of the same arm.

Makarov did not believe those eyes, the last thing he thought he saw on a battlefield was a child. But his great experience allowed him to calm his emotions quickly, he knew that in this world we should not just rely on appearances. He decided first to see how the child was doing.

On his way to the young man he asked him:

Makarov: Are you okay my boy? Are you hurt?

In response to his words, the young man turned the left side of his face slightly so that only his eye could be seen. The simple movement stopped Makarov's steps. What he saw froze his blood. The boy's iris was blood red with two small commas around his pupil, but what really shocked him was the indifference in his eyes, it was as if the slaughter in front of him was not even there.

No! Worse than that it was as if he was disappointed with life itself. The look that a child should never have.

The child was only fixing the old man without answering the question. This only added to the already heavy atmosphere of the room.

The guild master quickly regained his composure, he really wanted to know what was happening in this building.

Makarov: Can you tell me what happened here? Do not worry I do not want you any harm I just want to know what to do with this slaughter.

The boy continued to stare at him for more than a minute before answering him in an emotionless voice.

Young boy: These men tried to imprison me, while I passed by chance before their mark. So I eliminated them.

Makarov was shocked by the boy's words, he must not be over 12 years old yet he was talking about taking human lives as if he had cut grass. If he could already eliminate a complete black guild at his age he would not imagine what he could do when he was an a.d.u.l.t. He did not doubt his words because the blood on his body and his eyes had already convinced him. Yet he did not show his shock to the person in front of him, he had to learn other information before knowing how to deal with the young man in front of him.

Makarov: Is there another person accompanying you? Are you parents?

The slight flash of sadness he saw in his eye was the only answer he had to his question, but he did not need more to understand his situation. He decided to continue his investigation

Makarov: It is obvious that you are someone who does not hesitate to take a life, I only want to know in what kind of situation do you do this kind of thing?

The young man did not hesitate to answer him with a slight angry tone: Do you take me for a beast? I only eliminate those who have bad intentions towards me.

Makarov gave a small sigh of relief to his answer. Although he did not approve of the murder, he was satisfied that the demon before him had some sense of humanity.

Makarov took a slightly more friendly tone: I think we should have started there, my name is Makarov Dreyar.

The young man turned completely in front of his interlocutor, which allowed him to see that these two eyes had the same peculiarity that he lives in his left eye. He put his left hand on his c.h.e.s.t and bowed slightly

Young man: Astaroth vi Lucifer.

The holy sorcerer was satisfied with the turn of events, he had managed to establish some confidence between the two and he had only one question to him.

Makarov: Astaroth, could you tell me why you came to such a deep part of the forest.

The young swordsman looked away slightly before saying in a cold voice: I survive. Someone your age should know that this kind of environment is great for training and getting stronger. No?

The old man felt sad for the boy in front of him, the children of the age of Astaroth, should be carefree and play without worries in the world, not worry about whether he would have a next meal or kill criminals. He decided he had to help the kid in front of him.

Makarov: Tell me Astaroth would you like to come with me and register in a guild?

The child frowned at his question, suspiciously he asked him: Do you mean in the same way as those who are at my feet right now?

Makarov corrected it quickly: No, do not worry, these criminals were part of a dark guild, they only do illegal work and are considered a nuisance to society. In the guild that I would like to bring you will have to answer certain tasks and in exchange you will receive monetary compensation. I'll explain the difference later if you want.

The young man understood what was said to him but still had a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

Astaroth: Before making a decision I would like to know, why would you want to bring someone like me to a place that is, how to say, so pure.

Makarov took a deep breath before replying: I would like you not to brandish your sword to defeat your enemies or use it to protect your body. I would like to see you brandish it to protect your friends and your new family. Although I never approve of murder, it is obvious that you are not doing it for p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and I hope to change your point of view on the world.

The image of a certain group of people flashed in the mind of the young swordsman.

He mumbled sadly, as various images appeared in his mind: A family ...

After a few minutes he looked at Makarov with a certain determination although the old man could not see him because his face remained marble.

Astaroth: I want to follow you but do not expect you to change my habits.

Makarov was pleased with his response, he did not expect Astaroth's opinion of his methods to change overnight anyway.

Makarov said to him with a smile: Come on I'll take you to Fairy Tail's.