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The moon turned deeper crimson by the minute. An ominous power filled the skies, and Evanora felt it emanate as if it were her own. She relished the surge within her body. It was pure adrenaline, pure ecstasy.
She soaked in the red moonlight dripping into her chambers.
It was almost time.
"This child..." she glanced at the baby sleeping in Ivory's arms. She'd ordered the child to be cleaned and dressed warmly, not wanting it to die before it was time. She returned her eyes to the window, up to the sky, the sliver of sky breaching the mountain peak for the moon to peer down onto the temple. "I've waited centuries for this moment, and to think the key to my success was a child."
Ivory said nothing. Her mother had many convictions, so many, in fact, she'd stopped counting ages ago. There were many plans, schemes, and blood on her hands. The child in her arms was no different than the men her mother killed to maintain her youth. But she supposed this time...it was.
This child's life would bring about an ancient demonic god whose sole purpose was to devour everything, including the magic.
Ivory peered down, the pink-haired newborn cooed softly in her arms. She frowned.
So new to life, and it would never know life.
"I must prepare, daughter." Ivory looked toward her mother. Prepare meant magic and blood. Ivory knew that too well.
She bowed carefully. "Yes, Mother."
"Leave me," the woman commanded. "I must prepare.'
Ivory turned around to leave, taking the newborn with her.
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(LUCY'S POV)
I cried and cried until I couldn't cry anymore.
Lisanna lay unconscious, and I couldn't reach her. All I could muster with what strength I had, was cry. From the painful delivery to knowing my baby was going to die at the hands of these cultists was almost the same.
My chest burned.
I shook, placing my hands gently over my deflated belly. The touch had my stomach feeling as if it were on fire, and it felt like someone forced acid up my vagina. I hiccupped.
"Lisanna!" I managed. My throat was raw from screaming. "Lisanna!" I tried calling her again. This time, she groaned, stirring but only just.
"Lisanna!"
Another minute passed, and she finally began to wake.
She groaned, coming to. Confused, but alert, she sat up. "Lucy! Oh, Gods!" She crawled to me, wincing. "It's going to be okay." She bled from her forehead, and she was comforting me.
I shook my head, fresh tears burning my eyes. My chest tightened more, and a new knot formed in my throat. "They took her," my lip quivered. "They took my baby."
Lisanna narrowed her eyes. "And we'll get her back."
"How? We're locked in here. And..." I glanced down at my post-birth body.
For a second, she looked lost, but her eyes hardened with the will of a Fairy Tail Mage. "We're going to get out of here. We're going to find Wendy, get her to heal her, and we'll find your baby."
"Can you use your magic?" I winced, trying to sit up.
"I think so." Lisanna closed her eyes to concentrate. For a moment, nothing magical happened, and then suddenly, her body glowed and she transformed into her Cat Take-over. She exhaled sharply and raised a paw, poking a nail out. "Stay still for me, okay?"
She goes to work on the shackles binding me.
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"Way to go, kid." Erik was impressed by Wendy's quick thinking, who got out of her restraints by chewing on them.
The thing about some magical cuffs, some were metallic, and some were made of a silicon-like jelly. And as it happened, the cuffs on them happened to be the latter. Lucky for her.
Erik ripped off chunks of his cuff, spitting them out with a disgusted grimace.
"Hurry, Happy, Carla," Wendy told the cats.
"This stuff is yucky!" Happy complained, chomping on the magic-erasing cuff.
"Got it!" Wendy discarded the rest of the cuff onto the ground, eyeing the cell bars now. "Now to get out of here."
"Leave it to me." Erik stood, summoning his magic, dark violet poison oozed from his palms as he clamped his hands on the bars. A hissing sound echoed in the dungeons, and then the metal beneath his finger began to bubble.
Clumps of liquified metal fell to the floor and Erik squeezed out of his cell, smirking in triumph. He stepped before Wendy's cell, gathering what strength he could to melt the bars.
"You're hurt," Wendy raised her hands to heal him, hands going for his wound.
"We need to get to Lucy." He shook his head and started toward the end of the hall.
"Cobra!" Wendy dropped her hands as the Exceeds floated beside her head.
"He's right, Wendy. Lucy needs us." Happy flapped his wings and flew after the criminal.
Wendy's expression turned serious, and she and Carla took off after Happy.