Long ago the gods in heaven – bored with idly sitting in the clouds – descended to the world below.

Those that chose to live amongst the "children" as they called them, denied themselves of their divine power in order to better relate to those who dwelled below and worshipped them. Along with their presence, the gods brought with them "blessings", which when bestowed upon the children, gave them great power and abilities beyond compehension.

Thus the age of adventurers was born.

"Come on! You have to try better than that!"

A Flame Rock swung its massive limbs through the air, but was simply too slow to land any substantial blows on its tormentor. It was growing more irritated by the second - which actually showed on it's cracked features - but its opponent continued to taunt it.

"Aw, don't tell me I'm too fast for ya?!" he taunted.

The heated creature raised its tree trunk-like arms in the air and slammed them onto the ground with enough force the shake the floor beneath it.

"Oh." The adventurer smirked with interest. "Now you're using your brain. Tell you what, I'll give you three more chances. If you can hit me it'll be your win."

The Flame Rock bellowed and stomped forward to accept the challenge. The adventurer jumped out of the monster's path. Its hulking frame to collided with the wall behind him with a thunderous thud.

"One."

The Flame Rock pointed its arm at the adventurer and fired molten pieces of its body at him. It missed its mark again. The adventurer nimbly evaded the salvo and took a stepped forward.

"Two."

The adventurer dashed forward, his fists drawn back to land the final strike. The Flame Rock opened its maw, unleashing a steady stream of molten lava. It was a desperate final attack, but just like before it was only met with failure.

"Three."

Swiftly he crouched under the monster and stood up straight, bringing his bent arm upward as if it were attached to a string on his shoulder. His tightly gloved fist fist collided with the monster's chin with enough force to completely dislodge its head from its body. The monster's last roar echoed throughout the chamber of the 37th floor. Its head rolled along the floor, magma oozing from where it once sat.

The headless Flame Rock fell to its knees and then to ground, breaking into the pieces of rock that held it's frame together. The winner of the battle wiped his hands free of pebbles. "Guess that was all you guys had."

He looked around, slightly disappointed at the sight of defeated monsters around him. There had to be at least ten of them. One oddly out of place Flame Rock, two Obsidian Soldiers, and the rest were Lizardman Elites. The bodies of the monsters disappeared, leaving behind a good amount of items and magic stones in their place. The battle-worn adventurer bent down and picked up the spoils of war, examining them with a smile on his face. "Awesome! This a pretty good haul." He placed the dropped items in his bag – it was almost full – and stood up once more. "Guess it's time for me to head back."

He exited the 37th floor, using back ways and passages he learned through numerous trips in the dungeon to find his way to the proper exit. Even with these useful throughways it would still take him around two maybe three days to return to the lower levels of Babel.

He thought of heading towards Knossos and exiting that way. it would decrease his time by around twelve to fourteen hours, but what was the point if he didn't exchange his items first?

"I guess I could rest in Rivira on my way back."

Two days later, the weary adventurer arrived in the lower levels of Babel Tower. When he reached the top of the stars leading to the dungeon he looked out of the stained glass windows of the guild's main lobby. The sun had already set and the stars now ruled the skies. "That took a little longer than I thought. Maybe I shouldn't have fought those monsters on the upper 15th."

When he was far enough away from the stairs he took off his pack and looked at the loot inside once more. He couldn't take everything he wanted, but it was a good enough haul for a weeks work of exploring. He walked to the reception desk located in the middle of lobby, passing by fellow adventurers who had also finished exploring for the time being. though there just as many going down for the night.

Adventuring never stops does it? He thought to himself.

Seeing a seemingly vacant booth he moved over and placed his bag on the desk with a dull thump, catching the attention of a short girl with wavy cerulean hair. She turned to the smiling young man and removed her red oval glasses as she approached the desk.

"You were gone so long I thought you got lost down there." She teased him, but she was always glad when he came back relatively unharmed. The dungeon was a dnagerous place after all.

"Not this time. Where's the old man?" He pushed the bag towards her.

"He went home a few hours ago." She opened the bag and began examining its contents. As usual the items and magic stones were pretty common, but there were a few high quality ones here and there.

"Did he actually do some work today?"

The girl smiled. "You know him. He won't work hard if he doesn't have to."

"Yeah. You're right." The young man laughed. "How much did I get today?"

"Looks like everything comes out to about 100,000 vals."

"100,000? Seriously? I took out like three Flame Rocks down there. Come on, Levy. It's gotta be worth more than that."

"I'm sorry, but that's all it's worth. You had a few basic drops in here. They aren't worth all that much. You might be able to take some of these items to a forge and turn them into weapons or armor."

The young man sighed in defeat, his pink bangs floating over his eyes. "Nah. Don't worry about it. I'll just take the vals."

"Alright. Hold on a moment and I'll get them for you." The young receptionist walked to a nearby safe and gathered the young man's funds. She placed them in a small leather bag and handed it to him. "There you go."

"Thanks." He placed the sack it in his bag.

"Thinking of going to the pub tonight?"

The pinkette stretched his arms over his head and yawned. "Nah. I'm kinda beat. I went all the way down to the 47th floor. I'm going to head back home and rest for the night."

"That sounds like a good idea." Levy giggled. "See you tomorrow?"

"Bright and early." With a toothy grin the adventurer turned on his heel and walked towards the tower exit. "Tell Eina I said hi."

"I will." Levy waved. "Say hi to the Goddess for me."

"Will do! Goodnight, Levy!"

"Goodnight!"

Once he was gone Levy returned to her archiving work.

The city was a spectacle at night. The stalls and shops all lit up, each one promising deals for any who would want to stop by. The pink-haired young man waded his way through the ever-growing crowds, taking notice of all the different species of people passing him by. Prums, Dwarves, Lycanthropes, Chienthropes, Elves, Humans; even Gods and Goddesses. They all intermingled and conversed casually amongst each other. Their thoughts and feelings flowing free in the night air. Auspiciously enough these lingering vapors of camaraderie made him think of a red-haired maiden he had seen some few days ago. The last time he saw her she was none too happy with him.

I'll apologize tomorrow. Time to head home.

Orario. Also known as "The Labyrinth City". As its name implies, this massive town is home to the world's only "Dungeon". Capped by the massive tower of Babel, the Dungeon is home to a seemingly endless descent of floors, each containing all manner of blood-thirsty creatures and other dangers. Adventurers brave the perilous structure every day, and are lucky to return with all of their body parts in tact. All of this in pursuit of power and prestige for their Familia. It was the same reason he adventured as well.

As he watched the people around him, he couldn't help but feel a bit lonely. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, and while he was far from depressed at the moment, he couldn't say he was happy either. Maybe because these people reminded him of how he would walk around town with her. She'd cling to him, pulling him this way and that.

"Let's try this place next! I heard the food is great."

"Stop pouting. It's past time you got rid of that worn down armor."

"Make sure we have everything before going down into the dungeon. We don't want a repeat of last time."

His body on auto-pilot pulling through the streets, he didn't even notice that he was being watched from the window of a nearby shop. Beneath beautiful crimson hair, a single red eye faithfully focused on the pinkette until he was out well out of sight.

"Goddess? Is something the matter?"

The onlooker turned around in her chair, facing the half-dwarf girl in the corner of the room.

"It's nothing. Please continue with the sales report."

Upon reaching the section of town known as East Main, the pink-haired traveler turned down an alleyway. Deftly weaving through numerous nausea inducing corridors, he emerged in Daedalus Street.

This massive patchwork of buildings of various sizes and passageways of numerous length was a labyrinth in of itself on par with even that of the Dungeon. This nearly secluded area was where Orario's less financially stable denizens called home, as well as where his Familia was located.

Greeted by some of the residents who were still awake, the young man made his way to a medium sized building on the north side of the labyrinth named "Magnolia Manor". Once a bustling inn filled with guests, Magnolia Manor was now a shell of its former self. Having enough rooms to house five guests at the most. Even so the Inn happily loaned rooms to those who needed them. All thanks to the benevolence of the Goddess that now occupied it.

"Home sweet home." the young man smiled when he saw the familiar brick and clay before. He opened the door and stepped in with a big smile on his face, the smell of dinner - meat and potato stew - welcomed him back as if he had never left. "Goddess, I'm back!" He walked further into the modest inn, placing his bag on the floor, and sitting in one of the wicker chairs in the lobby. A sweet voice called to him from the kitchen.

"Welcome home. How was it?" a sweet voice called from the kitchen.

"I made it to the 47th floor, but I only brought back 100,000 vals with me." There was a hint of irritation in his voice, but the Goddess didn't seem to mind it.

"That's good right?" A young looking girl – with a body resembling that of a fourteen year old - stepped from behind the bar with pot of hot stew in her mitten covered hands. Her wavy golden-blonde hair was almost long enough for her to step on and trip. She also sported a long pink and white dress that reached down to her ankles – her feet bare as she seemingly glided along the wooden floor. Her emerald green eyes appeared to have no pupils. Her final - and perhaps most distinguishing feature - had to be what looked like small wings sticking out from behind her ears. This was the Goddess known as Vermillion.

"Yeah I guess so."

"Just keep at it. I'm sure next time will be better." Goddess Vermillion placed the pot on a table not far from where he sat. "Come eat. I'll update your status when we're done."

The young man stood up and saluted. "Yes, ma'am!"

The weary young man laid on his stomach on his bed, his goddess straddling his back. "Hey, Goddess Vermillion?"

She pouted. "I've told you a hundred times to call me Mavis."

"Vermillion sounds better." he countered with a smile. His Goddess sighed.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Do you ever get bored sitting around here all day?"

"How rude." Vermillion slapped the boy on his back with an audible smack, but it wasn't enough to hurt him. "I'm not some layabout that spends all their time stuck in one place. I'm a proper lady."

"What do you do as a 'proper lady' then?"

"Walk the town usually. You don't know how much free stuff you can get by pretending you lost your parents in the crowds." She mischievously smiled with a wink.

"That's pretty sneaky, Goddess."

She shrugged as if to say "I can't help it." and continued. "It does have it's drawbacks though. It's hard to get into pubs without revealing exactly what I am."

"I wonder why." The young man sarcastically drawled.

"Just stay still so I can update your status."

The pinkette relaxed as Vermilion held out her hands to his back. A pink light emerged from her palms and ancient writings and numbers appeared on the young man's back. As the light glowed brighter, the numbers and letters present turned like a rotary wheel, finally coming to a stop a few seconds later. Vermillion smiled.

"Looks like you did a lot of work while you were gone."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Yep. Wanna see?"

"Yeah!"

Vermillion grabbed a pen and a piece of parchment from the boy's nightstand. She wrote the status on his back in a language he could understand and showed him the paper with a smile. "Here you go."

NATSU DRAGNEEL

Level 3

Strength: A-862 - S-920

Defense: A-820 - A-890

Utility: B-700 - B-750

Agility: B-789 - A-820

Magic: A-872 - S-912

Magic

(Flames of the Fire Dragon)

Skill

(Dragon's Blood)

(Camaraderie)

Well here is the first ever chapter of my crossover fic! I always wanted to do one of these, but I just never could find two stories to intersect. Until now. For those who may not have caught on, I'll be crossing over Fairy Tail with DanMachi (or Is it wrong to pick up girls in a dungeon?). I have really been getting into the latter as of late (more the LN side. The anime moves a bit too quick for me) and I thought that it would work well with Fairy Tail with a few tweaks.

I have some ideas for this fic, but this may not get regularly updated since I'm still reading the danmachi novels and finding out how the world functions and what limitations there are.

So be sure to drop a comment/review and let me know what you think about this. Thanks for reading! :)

Did a few tweaks to the prologue so it would flow a little better. Also added a couple of plot points, but nothing too intrusive. I will most likely be cleaning up the rest of the chapters like this fairly soon.