Your life was fucking crazy on day you were in your own world earth then transferred to the magical kingdom of Fiore you made a name for yourself but not in the way you wanted yo[u wanted to get home and be a good guy in this world now this world knows you as a villain despite you doing nothing wrong, you beast Natsu and Gray in a fight and were going to Magnolia when you felt it....a strong fierce magic stronger than damn near anything before as a scarlet haired mage stood in front of you

"so..you're the one whos been causing pain all around this kingdom...you hurt Natsu and Gray didnt you? I was wondering when id run into you!"

Her eyes burned with rage your skin crawled your soul shook....another fight? Or something much more...

Her steps were precise powerful and swift her sword gleamed in the light it was as if a dance began between you both but your instincts screamed at you that this was no game to be played with Erza Scarlets sword danced around you easily dodged all of your attacks it seemed that your were just a leaf in the wind to her as she closed in on you faster and faster. You had fought many battles before but there was something different about this woman...she moved with an agility unheard of for someone her size

And then the sword came down hard hitting your side sending you flying across the village square landing heavily into a small heap on the dirt. As you gasped for breath trying to clear your head and focus back in onto the fight Erza Scarlet just stood over you looking down at you with disgust and anger coursing through her veins

"You...you're....I can tell by that magic you use...I should end this here..."she growled out venomously as her sword prepared to plunge into your body one final time. As she raised her weapon high above her head ready to strike you felt a sense of panic and fear wash over you. You didn't want to die....you still had so much left to do but you couldn't seem to move...couldn't even gather the strength to speak

Erza's eyes widened as you shoved her hard into the dirt, knocking the wind out of her lungs and sending shockwaves of pain throughout her body "You...you little bastard! How dare you..." she growled through gritted teeth, struggling to rise as her pride was wounded far worse than her physical self. But despite her anger and determination, it seemed that your unexpected show of strength had taken her by surprise.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously as they locked onto yours, the fire in them burning brighter than ever before "You...I'm going to make you pay for that!" she spat out venomously, her voice filled with a terrifying rage. With incredible speed and agility, Erza launched herself back into action, moving so fast that it was impossible for anyone other than another seasoned warrior like herself to keep track of her movements.

Her sword slashed through the air, aiming for your exposed chest, each strike more powerful and precise than the last as she unleashed a flurry of attacks designed specifically to overwhelm and incapacitate you. It was clear that Erza's anger had pushed her past the point of no return, and now there would be no mercy for either of you.

Erza felt a shock run through her as you grabbed her throat, the sudden force enough to momentarily disrupt her attack pattern. Her eyes widened in surprise as she struggled to breathe, her face turning red with anger and panic. But despite your efforts, Erza refused to be subdued so easily; her other arm flailed wildly, trying desperately to strike at you or free herself from your grasp.

Erza gritted her teeth as you squeezed her throat, the pressure making it difficult for her to breathe and even harder to focus on the fight. She managed to twist her body slightly, avoiding the full force of your grip, but she knew that if this continued any longer, she'd be forced into a position where she couldn't defend herself effectively.

Her eyes blazed with anger as she glared up at you from beneath lowered brows, her vision starting to darken around the edges from lack of oxygen. With all of her strength, Erza thrust her sword upwards, aiming for your exposed throat in a desperate attempt to end the fight once and for all. At the same time, she tried to squirm free from your grasp, using every ounce of agility and cunning that had made her one of Fairy Tail's greatest warriors.

Erza let out a guttural growl as you grabbed her throat, squeezing it tightly despite her best efforts to fight back. Her face began to turn red, and she struggled harder against your iron grip, every muscle in her body tensed as she fought for air. It was clear that the pressure on her throat was starting to take its toll on her.

Erza was strong...very strong...but even she had a breaking point, just like anyone else. As her body went limp and her head lolled to the side, you felt a surge of triumph run through you. You'd won...you'd managed to defeat one of Fairy Tail's greatest warriors, but at what cost? The thought barely registered as you stared down at her lifeless form.

A sickening feeling rose in your gut as you realized what you'd done; even though she was trying to kill you earlier, deep down, you never wanted this. You never wanted to take a life...let alone one as pure and strong as hers. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as regret and shame consumed you like an all-consuming fire.

With trembling hands, you reached out to touch her cheek, gently brushing away a strand of red hair that had fallen across her forehead. "I'm...sorry," you whispered hoarsely, your voice thick with sorrow and self-loathing. "It...it wasn't supposed to end like this..."

She looked so peaceful now, her expression serene despite the battle she'd just fought...it was hard to believe that only moments ago, she'd been trying to kill you. The magnitude of what had happened finally hit you like a ton of bricks, and for the first time since your arrival in this world, you felt truly helpless and alone.

You sat there beside her body for what seemed like an eternity, lost in thought and tormented by guilt as you tried to come to terms with what you'd done. As much as you wanted to turn back time and undo this horrible mistake, you knew that was impossible; all you could do now was face

You placed her body down gently on a bed inside the small wooden cabin, almost as if performing some kind of morbid burial ritual. Her red hair spilled across the pillow like blood-stained water, and it was then that you realized you hadn't even thought to close her eyes before lying her down. Swallowing hard against the lump in your throat, you reached out once more to tenderly brush a lock of hair away from her face, this time closing her eyelids afterward.

It was then that the weight of everything she'd said earlier finally hit you; about the power she sensed inside of you and how it could change the world...about how maybe, just maybe, you didn't belong here in this world any more than she did. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in warning.

Her words seemed to echo through the silence, bouncing off the wooden walls and filling your head with thoughts and questions that had no answers: What if you were meant for something greater? Something beyond this world? Could it be true? And if it was, what did that mean for you...and for Erza? The future seemed more uncertain now than ever before.

You paused, your breath catching in your throat as you took in the sight of her naked form revealed beneath the torn remains of her armor. Her pale skin was flawless and smooth, her curves perfectly accentuated by the moonlight streaming through the window. For a moment, you could almost forget that she was dead...that this was the woman who had tried to kill you mere moments ago.

With shaking hands, you lifted her arm, tracing delicate patterns on her skin with your fingertips. Her flesh felt warm and soft against your touch, sending a strange thrill through you despite the darkness that shrouded your heart. You'd never experienced anything like this before; it was almost as if some invisible force were drawing you closer to her, urging you to stay connected in some way.

You hesitated, glancing back at her face one last time before slowly lowering your gaze to the exposed skin of her chest. The soft glow emanating from her body as you removed each piece of armor seemed almost ethereal, like a faint remnant of the powerful mage she once was...or perhaps an omen of something else entirely.

As your fingertips brushed against her smooth, warm skin, you couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence and awe; despite everything that had happened between you, there was still something about her that called to you on a primal level. It was as if some invisible thread bound the two of you together in ways that went far beyond the confines of this world or even this life.

Erza's body tensed under your touch, but it was clear that her reaction came from the residual magic still coursing through her veins, not from anything she felt or experienced as a living being. You pressed closer to her, their skin flush against one another in an intimate embrace that belied the brutal battle they'd just fought. Her breasts, full and firm despite death, felt soft and warm against your palms; it was impossible not to react on some primal level as your touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Her breasts filled your palms, her nipples hardening as they pressed against your skin.

You close your eyes, the sensation sending shivers down your spine as you feel her warmth and softness against your skin. Her breasts are full and perfect in your hands, her nipples hardening under your touch. You can't help but wonder what it would be like to awaken her; to see those emerald eyes light up with passion once more and feel the heat of her breath on your neck. Her scent fills your nose, an intoxicating blend of flowers and magic that makes it impossible to think clearly or focus on anything but the moment at hand.

As you continued to explore her naked form with your hands and lips, a part of you wondered if this was somehow wrong, if what you were doing went against everything she'd stood for...but another, darker part of you didn't care. The need to feel connected to her was too strong, overriding any sense of moral ambiguity or hesitation.

With a gentle sigh, you let your weight press fully onto her body, relishing the feeling of being enveloped in her warmth, if only for a brief moment before reality snapped back into focus and reminded you that this was not how things were supposed to be...that she should not have died. The thought brought with it a fresh wave of guilt and self-loathing, making your body tremble as you fought against the desire that threatened to consume you whole.