Here's the prolong of my new story, be sure to tell me what you think.

Hestia sighed as she stroke the fire in the Hearth of the Gods. Her siblings, nieces and nephews were fighting again. Hestia hated how her family had grown apart over the millennia. In the past such fights were fairly rare, only happening every few centuries or so. Now however it seemed every time a counsel was held it almost instantly degraded into a shouting match about one thing or another.

This time the twelve Olympians- thirteen if you were like her and counted Hades, and fourteen if you included herself- were arguing over the fate of Zeus' newest child Thalia Grace who had just met her end at the hands of several monsters under Hades control. Zeus was mad about the death of his daughter and was threatening Hades, while the King of the Dead himself was saying that it was his right to do so after Zeus attempted to kill two of his own children, not to mention breaking his oath to abstain from producing anymore demigods.

Meanwhile Hera was yelling at her husband about his infidelity, Poseidon was saying that the girl should have at least been given a chance at life, and Ares was egging on his father and uncles hoping to see a fight.

Its times like this that I wonder what happened to that Natsu boy… several hundred years previously Hestia was traveling to some of the bordering dimensions that the gods had access to- even if she was the only one who actually exercised the ability- when she came across a destroyed village, burned to the ground and covered in the bodies of those who had once lived there. Sensing that there were two still alive in the ashen town, the goddess had rushed to where she felt the two survivors.

It was there that she met Zeref Dragneel, crying over the badly burned body of his younger brother, trying to save him with his magic. Hearing her approach, Zeref had begged Hestia to help save his brother, saying he was all he had left.

Being the goddess of family Hestia couldn't bear to see such things and do nothing, so she knelt beside the crying boy, and placed her hand over his own, resting both over the dying child's heart and combined her power with the magic the black haired boy, who she later learned was named Zeref, was pouring into his brother Natsu.

Hestia could tell that Zeref's magic was incredibly strong, stronger than even the elder children of Hecate's, but he too was injured and a good part of his power was focused on keeping himself alive. Had he been in better condition, Hestia would not have been surprised if he could have saved his brother without her assistance.

For several seconds it seemed that even with her help the boy would not be able to pull through, Hestia herself was just about to lose hope when something completely unexpected happened, Hestia felt something inside the boy 'click' for a lack of a better term and her power started to flood into the boy without resistance. How is this possible? Could he have such a strong bond with fire that his body is considering my power as his own? Slowly, the boy's burned skin that had been blackened by the fire that had consumed the town brock away, leaving behind skin that was a healthy pink as smooth as a newborns and his breathing that only moments before had been labored and shallow evened out his heartbeat growing stronger.

Seeing this the boys brother began to cry harder, this time in joy. His little brother was going to live. "Thank you. Thank you so much." The raven haired boy wept.

"I could not just leave an innocent to die when I had the power to help. Tell me, what are your names?" She asked him.

"My name is Zeref Dragneel, and this is my little brother Natsu." He told her, his eyes never leaving the now sleeping form of his brother. Zeref smiled and once more placed his hand over his brother's heart, then frowned "he feels… different. What happened?" He questioned her, turning his head to gaze into her eyes.

Hestia herself was confused, what did he mean that his brother 'felt different'? How could that be? Placing her own hand on the boys prawn form, Hestia closed her eyes and searched for what Zeref could have felt that was 'different' about his brother. Almost instantly she felt it, the child's aura that was once human, now closely resembled her own. For almost a minute Hestia just sat there in shock, it wasn't possible, the boy was human just a few minutes ago, so why did he now give off the power of a demigod? "It seems," Hestia slowly began, "that your brother's affinity for fire was even stronger than I thought. He has taken in the power I used to help you heal him and has made it his own. His blood may still be the same but he now carries part of my essence within him, as if he was my child."

Zeref shook his head wildly, "That's not possible, just because you used your power to heal him shouldn't change his. Magic doesn't work like that."

To this Hestia just smiled, "You are right, magic doesn't work like that. But I never said I used magic now did I?" At Zeref's confused look Hestia's smile grew larger, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hestia, goddess of the Hearth, Home, Hope, and Family." She told him with a small bow.

Hearing this Zeref's eyes grew wide before he once more looked at his brother, "Does that mean Natsu's a god now?" He asked her.

"No, like I said his blood is still that of a human, he is now what is known as a demigod, a being with a mortal's body and part of a god's essence." She told him. Feeling a pull on her mind she realized her brother was calling her, "I must take my leave now Zeref, I hope you and your brother live a happy life from now on. Goodbye."

With that the Goddess of the Hearth left the two brothers to return to her own world, never seeing how the look on the elder's face when she described what his brother had become and never hearing his next words. Words that would change young Natsu's life even more than she already had. "The power of a god… and yet still the weak body of a human… no, I won't let my brother be hurt like this ever again, not when I have the power to help." Zeref mirrored Hestia's words, "The power that can rival god, a mortal heart that can feel what an immortal's can't… and a body that can endure more than either of them. Yes, that is what I'll do." He whispered, once more placing his hand on his little brother's chest, and pushing his magic into his body, "Wake up little brother, wake up… Etherious Natsu Dragneel." With one last pulse, Zeref's black magic sank into Natsu's body changing it, mutating it into something else. Into the body of a demon.

Back in the throne room of Olympus, Hestia sighed once more. Time does run differently between our dimensions, maybe I should go see if those two are still alive. It would be nice to know if they were able to live happy lives after I left.

Yes it's a bit short but I figured I'd put a bases for the story first. Anyway now we know how Natsu is a demigod while still being Zeref's brother, what time it is in the PJ universe, got to see Zeref turning Natsu into END and a reason to have Natsu go to the PJ universe without him missing anything in his own world (Weird time relations).

If anyone has an idea for what arc I should take Natsu out of the FT world and put him in the PJ one let me know, and as always...

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