WARNING: This WILL be M Rated! For mature eyes only for the violence, language and sexual content. This is a VERY dark story so if that's not your thing than I highly recommend that you don't read this!

Alright, now that that's done, I would like to say that I wasn't going to add this story at all. I had honestly forgotten about it for awhile, that is, until a good friend of mine mentioned about dark fics and I suddenly remembered that I had actually started one. So, I decided to give it a try to see how you like it. Once again, seriously, do not read this if you're not looking for a story full of blood, sex, possibly drugs and death. Also, I don't really know why I put this series in the poll since it's not really a story or anything. I will add things to this as I go, simply when I'm still working on others chapters and haven't posted in some time or just when I feel the need to post something to this. Alright, enjoy!

The Darkness Within

"Somebody...please! Help!" The brunette panted. Her elegant yet heavy blue dress weighed her down as she tried to run from the figure behind her. Her heels clicked in rapid succession as she ran through the dark alley. A chuckle was heard from behind her, echoing off the surrounding brick walls and she quickened her pace. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest trying to break free. Her legs burned as well as her lungs, pleading with her for a break that she knew would never come. She had to keep going, if she stopped it would only be the end of her. She continued running, stopping only long enough to pound on a door before continuing to run. She didn't care that her brand new, not to mention expensive, shoes were destroyed. That the dress that she had spent a fortune on was ripped to shreds and stained with who knows what. No, all she cared about was getting away from whoever was chasing after her.

"Tsk, tsk. No one can hear you." The voice was eery, the smile devious. And the deep red eyes were full of malice. This thing wanted nothing more than to kill her. Torture her and lavish in the sounds of her screams. This alley seemed endless as she continued to run. Her shoe caught onto a loose stone and she collapsed to the ground, scraping the palms of her hands and chin on the cement. When she tried to pick herself up, a pair of black boots stood directly in front of her. Immediately, her heart dropped into her stomach, and her fear got the better of her as she trembled beneath her attacker. Dark brown eyes followed the long slender legs of the person standing in front of her.

The brunettes eyes landed on the evil beauty in front of her. Another chuckle was heard as the blond lifted her heeled boot and kicked the girl across the alley. Her back hit against the brick wall as it cracked for the sheer strength that was used behind the kick and the girl gasped for air. The blond walked over to the girl and grabbed her by her long curly locks. She brought the brunettes pretty face close to hers as the girl trembled in her grip. Perfectly manicured hands attempted with what little strength the girl had left to pull the attackers hands out of her hair but that only amused the blond. Such a feeble attempt wouldn't help this girl at all, she was just too weak.

"What do you want from me?!" Tears leaked from the brunettes eyes but stayed locked on the crimson ones in front of her. What had she done to deserve this? Was this really just a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Could she have been targeted? And if so, why? The blond found this girl funny. She was a feisty one, and it has been so long since she had a fighter. She was going to enjoy this. She was going to watch as the life slowly left her pretty brown eyes, listen as her heart slowed to a stop and revel in the taste of her soul as she swallowed it whole. Now all she wondered was just how sweet it would be. Was she an innocent? Or was she truly a sinner but hid it well? The more innocent the soul, the better. Not only did they increase her powers much more than one of sin ever could but the taste! Oh, the taste was just so much sweeter and that much more delectable. But, it's rare to find a true innocent these days, or even one that's partly innocent.

"You really are slow, aren't ya?" The blond teased. Her grip tightened on the brunettes hair as she winced in pain. "I want your soul. I'll kill you, devour your soul then insert one of my pawns in you. They will use your body to do my bidding." The smirk on the blonds ruby lips caused a shiver to trail down the brunettes spine. She could only imagine just what they would use her body for. Before today, the idea of something like this happening never once crossed her mind nor did she believe in creatures like this. Whatever this woman was, she's clearly not human; or at least not anymore. The brunettes eyes widened in terror. More tears leaked down her plump cheeks as her lip quivered. She would have never imagined her life to end like this. She wanted to grow old and have a family, not die in some dingy alley at the hands of some...demon. A sob escaped her lips and her shoulders slumped. The blond narrowed her eyes. It seemed like she was giving up.

"Tch." The blond lifted the girl by her hair and threw her across the alley. A shriek ripped through her body as she crashed into the wall. She didn't move, just laid there as her sobs echoed throughout the alley. "Giving up already? What happened to the snotty remarks? The quickness of your tongue or the fire that was in your eyes?" Anger was beginning to bubble within the attacker, why can't the humans ever be fun anymore? All they did was cry and beg for their life. They never fight back anymore, or at least not for long. It was pitiful. Utterly pathetic just how weak they are. And it simply disgusts her to think that she used to be one of them.

The blond walked forward, rearing her leg back, she kicked the girl in the gut. The brunette groaned in pain as the crimson liquid began to flow from her lips. Weak. That's all they ever are. Weak, useless, and pathetic humans. They don't deserve the honorable death that she gives them. She is far too kind, in her own opinion. They take life for granted, treat each other with disrespect and hurt others for their own gain. It didn't matter who it was, they were all the same. Each one sinning in some way or another. Whether it be lust, sloth or greed, envy or pride, gluttony or wrath. It didn't matter, there was a reason why they were called the 'Seven deadly sins'. The attacker had once been like that, filled with envy and wrath when she was still human. But none of that mattered now.

The blond withdrew a sharp dagger from her leather boot and knelt down next to her victim. The sweet metallic scent of the girls blood reached her nose and she breathed in deeply. It was one of the things she loved to smell the most. Blood, and fear. They both were something addictive. And once you cross that line, there is no going back. Your body begins to crave the feeling of the kill. The thrill of the torture and the lust for blood. It was like a drug. A high that's sought after by many whether they realize it or not. But, at least she kills for a high purpose, the humans don't need a reason. They kill simply because they want to or for some stupid cause they believe is worthy of it. Like that could ever justify their actions! Like anything could ever rectify their wrong doings and rinse them clean of their sins!

The blond reached forward as the dagger gleamed in the moonlight. With a swift movement, the brunettes dress was sliced from her body, leaving her lying there in just her undergarments. The girls scream only made the blond smirk deepen as she gazed into the woman's deep brown eyes. The fear, ah yes the fear! It was something that she found utterly arousing. This woman was petrified of her and she wouldn't have it any other way. The blonds red eyes traced down the girls long and slender body. Taking in the sight of her supple chest and thin waist. Her pale skin glistened under the stars, making her look as if made of porcelain. Once more the blond used the large blade of her dagger to cut off the black lace bra and panties the girl wore, leaving her bare for the world to see.

Her dark nipples were erect due to the cold of the night and her body shivered from the lack of warmth her dress had supplied. The blond crawled on top the girl, straddling her. She just laid there, lifeless, as if she were already dead. Not caring about the plans this woman had for her. Taking the blade, she dug the tip into the brunettes chest. Blood began to trickle from the incision and only increased in the amount as the blond ran the blade to the girls abdomen. Whimpers came from the girls as the blond once more moved the blade to the top of her chest but this time drew a circle on her torso. Blood began to pool under them as the blond dipped her finger into the crimson fluid before licking it off. She hummed in pleasure as the metallic taste lingered on her tongue.

She continued to carve up the girls body, placing markings on almost every inch of her ivory skin. The brunettes chest heaved with her pants and a cold sweat formed over her body. It seemed the brunette no longer even had the strength to cry out in pain. The blond scoffed at the girl under her. She hated people like this, those who are willing to give up so easily. Like she used to be. But never again would she let herself become so weak, so fragile. Had the humans these days never heard of dying respectfully? Dying a noble death? Going down fighting? It seemed that such things were unheard of in these times. She chuckled once more at the pathetic girl laying there. Even on her deathbed she is still a sinner.

She wanted the fire to come back into the girls eyes. Wanted to be able to actually work for the kill for once. It has been a long time since anyone has truly fought back. Most of the time, they end up like this. They realize that there is nothing to be done and simply give up. Footsteps echoed behind the blond but she paid no mind. No normal human would be able to lay eyes upon the scene down here. The steps stopped just a few feet away and she rolled her eyes. "What do you want Ammut? Can you not see that I am busy?" The blonds voice was filled with disapproval. She was not happy about this interruption.

"I am sorry Lucy-sama, but I come with news." A sickeningly sweet voice came from the cloaked figure. The blond remained silent as her hands did not stray from the position above the brunette. She did not turn to face this man, for she knew exactly who he was. The one who spoke didn't even flinch at the seen in front of them. They paid no mind to the beaten, bruised and bloodied body beneath the blond nor did they care for her state of undress. It could safely be assumed that this was typical for them, to the point where it doesn't even so much as faze them anymore. "It seems that Gello has been killed milady." There was a pause as Lucy took in his words.

"By whom?" Now this man had Lucy's full attention. Her red eyes burned with anger as she turned to him. The quickness of her movement nor the fire in her eyes could make him flinch. Such things are quite common and the being had expected such a reaction to begin with. He knew what he was possibly walking into when he was sent here with the information and he knew the risks. The blond demon tended to have a quick fuse and hated to be interrupted during a ritual, but at least it seemed that she considered this worthy of interruption.

"It seems that it was at the hands of a shinigami." The blond turned back around and sighed. This would cause her to rethink her plans. Gello was a major part of what was to come and for him to fall at the hands of one of those freaks then they must have been extremely powerful. Gello was no normal demon. Balling her hand into a fist, she slammed it down into the pavement directly beside the brunettes head yet still she didn't budge and the blond paid it no mind. Her thoughts were far from the woman below her at the moment.

"Must everything be done by my hands? You guys are just as worthless as the humans who once inhabited those bodies. Leave, I must finish the ritual." The one named Ammut bowed before vanishing in a cloud of smoke. Lucy's lips were pulled into a thin line as her eyes lingered on the blood stained ground beneath them. She took a moment to think things over, debating on just what had to be done next before sighing in frustration. "Guess I will have to make this quick. Pity though, you could have been so much more fun." Crimson eyes glanced down the woman bare chest once more, gazing at her craftsmanship with the dagger on the girls skin. She had become quite good at this over the years. Using the dagger on skin was as easy as taking a pen to paper these days.

Lucy sat the dagger down before lifting her arms back up to hover over the mark she had made with the blade. A faint red light was emitted and engulfed the girl under her. The incisions began to light up, glowing their own shade of red as the brunette screamed in agony. It seemed that the ritual was able to stir the brunette back from where ever her mind had taken her to escape the pain and that only made Lucy smirk. Words began to fall from the blonds lips as she chanted the spell to complete the ritual. The red glow stopped and was replaced with a green one. It grew stronger and stronger until it began to manifest into a round yet smoky orb outside of the girls chest. Lucy grabbed the soul with a gentle hand as she looked it over. It was a dark green mixed with a bit of yellow upon the middle.

"So she was still quite innocent, compared to others." At that moment, Lucy placed the tiny orb into her mouth and savored the flavor as if it were some sort of delicatessen. She moaned in pleasure before she swallowed the last bit and could feel the energy pulsing within her. Yes, this was a powerful one. She looked back down to the brunette to see that her eyes no longer held any form of life, her chest no longer heaved and her heart no longer beat. The girl who once inhabited this body was now gone, forever doomed the live within the blond as a never ending source of power. The blond placed a hand over the girls head and once more she began to chat the words for the second ritual. A black cloud of smoke began to surround them as the spell started to work. The smoke gathered and formed into one large shape that loomed over the blond and the now dead brunette.

"Vessago, let this body be your vessel. Use it to fulfill my wishes and carry out my will." The strange shadow grunted before flowing forward and entering into the body she sat upon. The eyes clouded over before burning a bright shade of red similar to Lucy's. The blond stood up and allowed her newest pawn to adjust to it's new body. The wounds on the girl began to disappear as it bowed before Lucy. She smirked as she watched her pawn in motion, it was always quite amusing to her to see a once dead body being reanimated. "Yes, Lucy-sama. As you wish." The deep yet feminine voice came out like a growl. Any normal person would have been petrified but for Lucy, this is normal. She was used to the ways of the demons she summoned and most were none too happy to have to take orders from anyone let alone her.

"Come, we must go to Lord Zeref. He won't be pleased with the news of Gello." At that, they strode out of the dark alley not caring of the mess they had left behind. Lucy was furious with the shinigami and was anxious to set her plan in motion. They will end the reign of those stupid shinigami who claim to do the bidding of god and claim this world as their own.

So, what did you think? I know that all of the characters will be dramatically OC in this but that's to be expected of such a dark fic that's AU. Anyway, please leave me a review or message telling me what you think. This is definitely new territory for me and it's a bit unnerving. Thanks so much! Angel.