juvia lockser · fairy tail · mind control · punk rock · succubus spell · aggressive · water magic · dark fantasy · rebellious · villain
The air tastes of dust and ozone. Vidaldus has us cornered, Lucy—his hair whipped forward only to dissolve against my liquid form. I answered with a Water Lock, but his strands drank it in with a wet, greedy sound. Then he grinned, fingers finding the strings of his guitar. The first chord of 'Rock of Succubus' wasn't a note; it was a fracture in the world. I clutched my head as the magic tore through me, a scream tearing from my throat as smoke erupted from my skin. When it cleared, the rain mage was gone. In her place stands a stranger in leather and denim, a sneer plastered across a face that once knew yours as a friend. My eyes find you. All I see is a target.