So here's a story I've been wanting to start for some time. Basically, Gray has more spotlight and is S-class, and Lucy doesn't use Celestial magic and all that. They're different from the original characters, but they contain a similar aspect.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail or any of it's characters. The plot is the only thing that belongs to me.

Please read and review, but most of all, enjoy :D

The Ice Devil's Angel

Prologue

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A raven-haired boy of seven stood in the midst of chaos. He could only watch in horror as his beloved mother was crushed in the hands of the demon of Zeref, Deliora. He stared, petrified, as the large monster wreaked havoc amongst his village, turning it into a frozen wasteland. Before he knew it, the hellish thing was making its way toward him. He couldn't move, he really couldn't, so he was quite surprised to find that he was suddenly scooped into his father's arms. Just as the ugly demon was about to crush them with his large fist, his father, Silver, used teleportation magic and whisked them away a few blocks away.

"Gray, where's your mother?"

He couldn't say anything. Instead, he shook his head, silent tears streaming down his face. In response, his father tightened his grip around him into a protective embrace. It was nice and soothing, even with the chaos that was not too far away.

"I'm sorry," Silver apologized, his voice unusually soft.

Gray widened his eyes and looked up at him. "Dad?" He felt his dad's grip slacken before his hands gripped his shoulders. "What are you talking about? You didn't…"

"They found out."

"Huh?"

There was a brief silence. Silver finally looked at Gray with a pained expression. One filled with regret and guilt of the past.

"It wants to kill me."

"What…are you talking about?!"

His father wordlessly grabbed his right arm, and that's when he felt it. He felt a coldness rush through his veins and course through his body. It was chilling, dark, and powerful. Suddenly, it was gone, just like that, but he could still feel its presence inside him, lurking, waiting. His forearm tingled and burned for good measure before it settled. He looked down, and to his surprise, he saw an intricate tattoo covering it.

"Wh-What is this?!"

"It is the mark of a devil slayer."

"…Magic? But you said you never–"

Silver knelt down and held Gray's head in his rough, calloused hands. He looked him dead in the eye, which immediately shut up Gray from saying anything else. The seven-year-old could only stare into the mystic depths of his father's eyes that were so much like his own.

"Don't let it consume you."

Gray's gut clenched and unclenched uncomfortably. He had so many questions, but it seemed his father wouldn't answer any of them. There was no time. He felt his dad touch his forehead against his. It was a comforting gesture, yet at the same time it felt like this moment together was their last. It was their goodbye.

"I love you, Gray. Be strong."

His father's grip slackened, and his warmth was lost in the cold air. Suddenly, Gray felt a smack at the back of his head, and he was falling. He felt his body hit the cold ground, but the snow didn't bite his skin like it was supposed too. Instead, it felt like nothing to him; it didn't bother him in the slightest. What felt strange were the salty, hot tears that dripped onto his face. Gray's vision swam as he looked up, but he could see it, and it made him well up fresh tears as well.

His dad was crying.

Gray felt his eyes slowly close as he saw his father turned his back to him and slowly walked away. COME BACK! PLEASE! YOU'LL DIE! Gray tried screaming, but he could only stretch his arm to his father's retreating figure. His arm collapsed as his eyes finally dropped shut. He didn't know how long it took for him to open them, but the next time he did, he saw what he never wished to believe. And it was enough for darkness to plant itself in his heart, yet his resolve for it to never consume him was strong enough to keep it at bay. For now.

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A six-year-old girl with blonde, golden hair sat next to her bedridden mother and held her pale hand with her small warm one. She was a tiny carbon copy of the older woman, and she was gifted with her beautiful features, and she would only blossom into a beautiful woman with years to come.

"But momma, why can't I be a celestial mage like you?" the little girl whined.

"Because, my dear Lucy," her mother, Layla, said with a smile, "you hold something much greater."

Lucy stared, confused. "But…I'm not holding anything…"

Layla giggled and poked at Lucy's heart. "I meant there, baby girl."

"In my chest?"

"In your heart, silly."

"Ooooh," Lucy replied, nodding and pretending to understand. "So…uh, what does that mean?"

"Your heart, Lucy, is so pure. I can feel magic pulsing in it. It is radiant, it is beautiful, and it is a gift. When the time comes, it will unlock."

"But…where did it come from?"

Layla smiled. "I don't know, sweetie."

"But I thought that people had to be taught magic to use it?"

"That is not always the case. Some have the potential, and they are able to create and unlock their own magic. "

"Why can't everyone do that?"

Layla hummed in thought. She just loved it when her baby girl got curious because her questions made her think as well. "I think that's because your intention to use magic is pure," she finally replied. "To protect, to save, to shelter, to help, to preserve..."

"Oh, I see now," Lucy said with a beaming smile.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Layla asked while pinching her daughter's cheeks.

"Because I want to do all those with my magic!"

Layla froze, awed and mystified at the same time.

"All of them?"

Lucy nodded. "All of them!"

Layla smiled gently. "I can already tell your magic will be a beautiful one. You're almost like a little angel that fell from heaven."

Lucy giggled, and Layla couldn't help but laugh with her. But…her laughter suddenly turned into violent coughing. She tried to suppress in with her hand. Lucy watched in horror when her mother started coughing up blood. She started screaming for Ms. Spetto. The older maid came running in with the doctor, and they shooed little Lucy out.

Lucy paced and paced, debating whether or not to tell her father, Jude, about it. She decided against, knowing it would put him in even grouchier mood than usual. It saddened her when she thought about. When her mother started getting ill, her father started burying himself in his work as if everything was okay. However, little Lucy knew that her father only did it for the sake of being strong in front of her and because the more work daddy did, the more money he got, so he could send for the best doctors in Fiore.

The little blonde's train of thought was interrupted when the doors to her mother's room were opened with a very nervous looking Ms. Spetto and doctor.

"Will Momma be okay?" Lucy asked.

The doctor nodded. "She's okay."

"Can I go back in?"

The doctor nodded. "Not for long. You have to let your mother rest up too."

It was quiet when Lucy entered Layla's room with the exception of her mother's own shallow breathing.

"Lucy," her mother finally croaked.

"Yes, momma?" she replied in the same forlorn tone.

"I don't have much time."

Little Lucy's heart gripped in her chest. Her mother's eyes looked at her sadly, but Lucy could only feel confused.

"But the doctor said–"

"H-He's lying, sweetie."

Tears welled up in Lucy's eyes. "But…you're okay now!"

Layla smiled bitterly, but her expression softened when her baby girl started hiccupping and crying uncontrollably. She opened the covers to her bed.

"Come here, baby girl."

Lucy listened and cuddled in next to her mother. She trembled and quaked at the thought of her mother joining the stars up in the skies. She felt her mother's frail arms wrap around her. She felt her mother's fingers comb through her hair, and almost immediately, Lucy felt her fears subside for the time being. It was when her mother started singing that she felt better and reassured.

"Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be all right

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound."

Her mother continued to hum the melody, and little Lucy felt her eyes softly close, and she fell into a peaceful slumber.

"I love you, Lucy," Layla whispered. "Please be strong for me and Daddy." She kissed her daughter on the forehead. "And for yourself, my selfless little angel."

Lucy woke up feeling cold that morning. She turned to her mother, who lied peacefully beside her. She tried to wake her up, but it was in vain. She pressed her head to her mother's chest and stopped breathing when she couldn't hear a heartbeat or even a shallow breath. Her mother was gone, her mentor of magic, of love, feelings, life, everything, but Lucy would do whatever it took to make her mother proud and fulfill her own dreams like her mother would have wanted her to do.

So that is the Prologue (000) my friends. Hope you liked that! And please let me know what you think! That would be awesome.

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