Extra's Stories

"A fucking Hell Gate?"

Fate said looking at the Hell Gate in front of him, a much smaller one than those in Devil May Cry 4 but a Hell Gate nonetheless.

"I should have expected something like this..." He mumbled to himself, by now he already theorized that all this weird stuff that suddenly appeared in the world of Fairy Tail that didn't exist in the original story was because of him.

Being the only link connecting all these different worlds into one.

The identity he takes "Fate Redgrave" originally belonged to a Devil May Cry novel he wrote.

While the magic circuits inside his body and Class Cards belonged to the Type-Moon universes.

Although this is just a theory he came up with to make sense of the changes in the story, Fate was starting to believe it more and more by the day.

He tries to reach for one of his Class Cards, but suddenly a demonic aura appears around the air making the Extra tent up.

A demonic woman with long black hair that reaches down to her back, her hair somewhat covers her nibble, she is almost completely naked, only having many bats around her waist looking like a dress that barely covers her sexy body.

"My my, what do we have here?" The demon said, floating in the air, approaching him, and speaking seductively. "Is this your first time here?" She asks with a seductive tone getting close to Fate.

"Yes it is. And you are?" 

"Oh? How cold. To think this day would come." She floated in front of him leaning back, moving her hand on his chin, looking into his icy blue eyes with a smirk. "I can see it in your eyes. It is just like how my mother describes your father."

"My Father huh? Never really met the guy." Fate answered not bothered by her look and her attempt to flirt with him. His max-out charisma and luck combined with charm could easily land him the attention of most people without trying.

"Aww. How sad, how about following me? I can show you, your true desire." She said with her hand reaching out for him tempting him to accept her offer.

"True desire? Don't make me laugh." Fate only scoffed at her offer. 

"I don't need you to show me what I desire." His body glows installing his Caster Card, Medea. Now wearing a hooded bluish-purple robe over his black clothes holding a metal staff. "Cause I am only interested in power."

"Oh? So be it." The demon's hand flares up with red lightning glaring at Fate.

Jumping back and raising his staff, Fate creates multiple magic circles firing multiple magic blasts at the demon as her body bursts out into a swarm of bats avoiding the attacks.

Annoyed he created more magic circles launching more magic blasts toward the swarm of bats, chipping away at them.

"Tsk!" He used [Slide Trickster] to dodge some of the lightning attacks from the demon.

Change

His body glows changing to his Rider Class, Artoria. Pulling out his pistols and pointing them toward the demon and open fire, the demoness body turns into a swarm of bats again moving closer toward him.

Mirage Edge

Multiple magenta energy blades appear around Fate spinning around him in a circle, creating a ring of protection that kept the demoness from getting too close.

Red Flash

The demon cast her curse, creating a red flash of light blocking the Extra's vision. The demon let out a dark chuckle, firing multiple red lightning orbs at him.

Closing his eyes, Fate used [Mind Rope] to see that attacks before doing his best to avoid the attack, also pulling out Mirage Edge which had now taken the form of a large sword on his back, he swung the blade sending a magenta energy slash at the demon as she jumps up avoiding it.

The demon swung her left hand up, sending multiple red thunders down as the Extra managed to dodge two out of five strikes, he pulled Excalibur Morgan out, wielding both blades in each hand cutting down the other attacks.

The demoness smirk flying back toward the Hell Gate and placing her hand on the altar next to it, reactivating it.

"Get him!" She command as some demons out, they aren't that strong but they are many of them, the Extra cut them down with both blades, and he was annoyed as she was using them as scapegoats to make him tired.

The demoness laugh. "Are you having trouble with some cannon fodder?"

"Tsk!" Fate cut demons from demons with ease but the amount almost seems endless.

'I could easily end this, with just the activation of Excalibur Morgan, but I'm not that dumb to use such a destructive attack in a small cave like this.' Fate glares at the demoness mocking him while standing in the back of her army.

Soul Extinctor!

A blast of dark magic tore through the swarm of demons, sending them flying and disintegrating several in its wake. The sudden attack made both Fate and the demoness turn toward its source.

There, standing with an unmistakable aura of fury, was Mira—fully transformed into her Satan Soul.

The noise of the battle had woken her, and as she took in the scene before her, she quickly pieced together what had happened. Fate had gone off to finish this fight alone. Again.

Her glare sharpened. "You've got some nerve running off on your own, Fate!" she snapped, her voice laced with irritation.

Fate sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He knew that tone all too well.

Before he could respond, the demoness let out an amused hum, her crimson eyes locking onto Mira with a sultry gaze. A slow, teasing smirk played on her lips as she took in Mira's appearance—her toned yet curvy figure, her ample yet not-too-large chest, and most notably, her striking white hair.

"Oh?" The demoness purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "Well, aren't you a cutie?" She took a step closer, licking her lips suggestively. "How about we skip the introductions and head straight to the fun part?"

A shiver ran down Mira's spine. The way the demoness's eyes roamed over her, the husky tone of her voice—it was all too familiar. But for the first time, she was on the receiving end of that kind of look.

Her face flushed, and she instinctively stepped back. "W-What do you mean?" she stammered.

The demoness chuckled, taking another slow step forward. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough, sweetheart."

Fate & Mira: "..."

A sultry, knowing laugh echoed through the battlefield. "Ohhohohoho~!" The demoness's amusement sent another shiver down Mira's spine.

Fate just stared at them and said bluntly. "She wants to fuck you!"

"Don't say it out loud!" Mira yelled, whirling on him with a fiery glare.

The demoness smirked, her crimson gaze flicking between them before resting on Fate. "Feeling left out, handsome?" She gave him a sultry look before returning her focus to Mira, licking her lips. "How about a threesome?"

Evil Orb!

Mira's magic flared, sending a blast of dark energy toward the demoness. But the attack merely passed through as the seductive figure burst into a swarm of bats, reforming behind Mira in an instant. Before she could react, the demoness seized her wrists, forcing them up and pinning her in place.

"My, my… such a delicate body," the demoness purred, one hand trailing sensually down Mira's stomach, resting on her thigh. "For a Take Over Mage, you fit my taste quite nicely." Her tongue flicked out, grazing Mira's neck.

"Kyaa—!" Mira gasped, her body trembling.

The demoness chuckled. "White hair… blue eyes… that demonic aura." She twirled a strand of Mira's hair between her fingers, inhaling its scent. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were related to him."

Mira struggled, but her body refused to move—paralyzed by the demoness's influence.

The demoness's hand drifted lower, her breath hot against Mira's skin. "Now then, where were we?"

Mira's face burned red. "FATE, DO SOMETHING! I'M ABOUT TO BE RAPED BY A LESBIAN DEMON!"

The Extra tilted his head, clearly unimpressed.

"Hey," the demoness suddenly called, her eyes flicking back to him. "You're awfully quiet. Feeling left out?"

Fate didn't respond, but Mira's eyes widened. His clothes had shifted back to their usual form, and in his hands were two short swords—each with a red handle and a dark gray blade. She recognized them immediately.

Scarlet and Redgrave.

'Wait… what?'

Those were Erza's most treasured swords—the very blades she used to defeat Mira in their final battle during the S-Class Trials. And yet, Fate held them now, twirling them with practiced ease.

'How does he even have them now?'

Her thoughts were interrupted as Fate suddenly threw both blades, an action that sent a shock through Mira. She had fought Erza countless times—she never let go of those swords. Even if one was knocked away, it always found its way back into her grip.

The demoness narrowed her eyes, attempting to summon more lesser demons. But nothing happened.

Her gaze snapped to the pedestal nearby—where a shard had once been placed.

"Tsk!"

Meanwhile, Mira's attention was locked on the two blades, spinning through the air. They should've moved in a straight line—but instead, they curved unnaturally, forming a U-shape before suddenly converging from opposite sides, forcing the demoness to let go of Mira and dodge.

"What the—? Eh?!"

Mira barely had time to process the attack before Fate was suddenly in front of her.

And in his hands—another identical pair of Scarlet and Redgrave.

The demoness barely had time to react before she let out a cry of pain.

"GAAAHHH!"

Blood splattered as the blades embedded themselves into her back. Snarling, she tightened her grip on Mira, using her as a shield.

Mira's breath hitched. She knew firsthand how powerful those swords were—she had surrendered to Erza when both blades had been at her neck.

And now, Fate wasn't slowing down.

He was coming straight for her.

Her blood ran cold. 'He's going to stab me along with this demon—!'

The demoness grinned, realizing this, and shoved Mira forward—intending to use her as a sacrificial shield.

But at the last second, Fate adjusted his grip. With a precise flick, he reversed Scarlet's hold and twisted his blade's trajectory—avoiding Mira entirely. Instead, his arm hooked around her neck, yanking her toward him before spinning her around.

In one smooth motion, he slashed Redgrave forward—forcing the demoness to backpedal as the married swords buried themselves deeper into her wound.

She let out a shriek of pain, her once-seductive gaze now twisted with fury. She wanted to rip him apart—to make him suffer for the agony he had caused. In her anger, the demoness rushed toward Fate ignoring Mira who was still on the ground.

But before she could act—

Dark Shoot!

A dark magic blast struck her exposed wound, causing her body to seize.

The demoness's crimson eyes widened in shock.

Mira's own breath hitched.

She hadn't even consciously cast the spell. Her body had moved on its own.

She stared at her outstretched hand, the lingering glow of magic fading from her palm. Dark Shoot was a spell she had long deemed weak—too reliant on precision, lacking the raw power of her other attacks. Her impulsive nature made it nearly useless in her arsenal.

So why had she used it now?

To fulfill her promise to protect him?

Instinct, from sensing the demon's bloodlust?

Or… was it something else entirely?

The truth was much simpler.

It was Fate.

Through [U&I], he had linked his abilities with Mira—granting her temporary access to his skills. [Magic Resistance] had cleared the paralysis. [Lock-On] and [Blitz Draw] had ensured her attack would hit. And [Payback Ten Folds]—a skill that amplified damage based on the user's emotions—had turned her seemingly weak attack into a devastating blow.

The demoness collapsed to the ground.

Mira stood frozen, staring at her trembling hand.

Fate approached, the married swords in his grip dissolving into magenta dust.

"You okay?"

Mira snapped out of her daze, scowling as she glared at him. "Do I look okay? I almost got raped by a demon!"

Fate shrugged. "Hey, you're both girls. No harm done."

WHAM!

Mira's foot slammed into his gut, sending him stumbling back.

"No harm your ass!" she shouted, beyond pissed.

A weak, rasping laugh echoed from the fallen demoness. "Hah... hahahaha..." Despite the pain wracking her body, she still managed a smirk.

"That charisma… it's just like how my mother described your father…" Her breath grew shallow, her body trembling. "Charming… carefree…"

Her vision blurred as her life slipped away, but with her last ounce of strength, she gave him one final gift.

"Well… let me help you… on your… journey."

A brilliant white light engulfed her form. The air crackled with energy as her body shifted, becoming a bright light that flew into his hand. Morphing into a battle axe—no, a guitar. Red lightning flickered across the strings like veins of raw power.

Fate tilted his head, he ran a hand over the axe-guitar's surface, feeling the lingering power within.

Mira narrowed her eyes, watching as he turned toward the Hell Gate. "What are you—?"

Then, without warning—

He started playing.

A heavy, electrifying riff filled the cave, vibrating through the air.

"WAAAAKUMEYAAAAHHH!!"

The opening scream nearly made Mira jump out of her skin.

Then came the lyrics, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

The flinch in your eye calls your bluff

Feel free to die when you've had enough

Useless cause is breaking your back

Your life will end when you attack!

Fate leaped into the air, still shredding, flipping the guitar behind his head while continuing to play flawlessly.

Mira's jaw dropped.

"Since when the hell can you play the guitar?!" she blurted out, completely baffled.

Make your move

Make your stand

Make the win,

(Ha,) Like you can!

The Extra swung the axe-guitar mid-riff, smashing a chunk of the stone tablet in front of the Hell Gate. In the next beat, the weapon shifted into pickaxe form, and he brought it down again, shattering another piece while never missing a single note.

The pickaxe then split in two, transforming into a pair of scythes, which he spun with a flourish before slicing through the Hell Gate's foundations.

See the war

See me rule

See the mirror, you'll see a fool!

With one final movement, he reconnected the scythes, shifting the weapon back into its original guitar form. As the Hell Gate crumbled into ruin behind him, he slid forward, stopping just in front of Mira with a smirk.

"Yeah!"

Fate let out a satisfied breath, admiring the weapon in his hands. 'I always wanted to do that. Luckily, this thing counts as a weapon, so I already know how to use it. Nehala, Crimson Lightning… not bad.'

For several seconds, Mira just stood there, staring at him. Her left eye twitched. Her mind raced.

Angry?

Confused?

Impressed?

She didn't know what to feel anymore.

But she did know what to say.

"I ALMOST GOT RAPED BY A DEMON—AND YOU GET A COOL DEMONIC GUITAR?!"

Fate barely had time to react before Mira tackled him to the ground, straddling his chest and wrapping her hands around his throat.

"Let go of me, dammit!" he choked out, grabbing at her wrists. But after using [U&I], his body was still weakened—making it impossible to push her off.

"You owe me!" she growled, tightening her grip.

"I owe you nothing!" Fate snapped, struggling beneath her.

"Fuck you, asshole!"

"Fuck YOU!"

Outside the cave, the distant sounds of battle had faded—replaced by the unmistakable echoes of cursing, bickering, and the occasional thud of fists landing on faces.

Sometime later, the two finally walked out of the cave, both glaring at each other.

The odd part?

Mira was now wearing Fate's hoodie, while the Extra himself was completely shirtless.

"What happened in there stays between us. Got it?" Mira muttered, not even sparing him a glance.

"Agreed," Fate responded just as coldly, staring straight ahead.

They had fought demons.

They had fought each other.

But judging by their appearance, most people would assume something else entirely.

Their clothes were disheveled.

Their hair was a mess.

Handprints were visible on both their necks.

Mira had a bruise on her cheek.

Fate had a scratch on his.

A bite mark marred his neck.

And his back bore a long, angry red scratch.

The trip back to town was painfully silent.

The mayor, grateful that the mission was a success and the town was still intact (a rare occurrence where Fairy Tail was involved), happily paid them for a job well done.

As they walked away, Fate side-eyed Mira, his patience wearing thin.

"So… are you gonna give that back or not?" He asked, now in his Lancer class, eyeing his hoodie draped over her shoulders.

Mira crossed her arms, casually strolling beside him. "I'm taking this. You ripped my shirt, after all."

Fate scoffed, annoyed. "That wasn't my fault. You got it stuck on a rock spike and ripped it."

The moment her shirt had torn, there had been a brief ceasefire between them—before Mira had immediately kicked him square in the face, sending his head crashing into the wall while she screamed in embarrassment.

"You got a full view of my breasts," she muttered, still irritated.

"Not worth it," Fate deadpanned.

Mira's eye twitched. Jap!

Her fist jabbed into his side, making the Extra double over with a pained grunt.

"You asking for another beating?" she growled, cracking her knuckles.

"I'd rather wait until we get back," Fate coughed, clutching his ribs. "Wouldn't want to walk around with a shirtless girl, after all."

Her eyebrow twitched. Oh, this bastard…

Most men in the guild wouldn't dare talk back to her.

Makarov was the guild master, so he avoided fighting his kids.

Gildarts? Powerful, but a goofy man she respected.

Laxus? A jerk who hid behind his lackeys.

Natsu? An idiot who was just fun to tease.

Gray? A shameless pervert who would inevitably scar Lisanna with his stripping habit.

And then there was Fate.

The bastard had always hidden behind Erza's back—but now?

Now, he had the gall to talk back, even when they were alone.

Now, he could take a hit—and actually hit back.

Now, he even dared to curse at her.

Oh, he was so going to regret this.

Fate, lost in thought, hadn't noticed her glare until much later.

"…What's with that look?" he finally asked.

Mira huffed, leaning back in her seat and looking out the window. "Nothing."

She had been testing something.

Whenever Fate was deep in thought, his body became almost defenseless. If something dangerous were to happen, his instincts would react on their own—but otherwise?

She could almost do anything to him.

And she had tried.

Lifting his shirt? No reaction.

Touching his toned abs? Still nothing.

She had even considered touching… that part… but no. She couldn't bring herself to do something so shameless.

The guild doors slammed open as Mira strode in with a smirk.

"WE'RE BACK!"

All was normal for a second.

Then Erza's eyes snapped to the hoodie Mira was wearing.

She immediately charged forward, Redgrave already drawn.

Before Mira could even react, the blade came down—

SLAM!

The short sword embedded itself right between her legs, the Take-Over Mage barely dodging in time.

"You…" Erza's voice was cold.

"The hell is wrong with y—?!" Mira started to yell but froze.

Because Erza was already raising Scarlet for another swing.

"You thieving cat!"

CLANG!

Sparks flew as swords clashed.

Fate had stepped in.

Kneeling between them, he had raised both Scarlet and Redgrave in an X-shape, blocking Erza's strike.

The entire guild froze.

Fate was standing up to Erza?

Few realized what this truly meant.

Scarlet and Redgrave, when wielded together, could cut through Ethernano, or magic itself. Even Erza didn't know that, she just love the blades given to her.

Mira, however, did.

And she knew something else—

The weapons in Fate's hands were fakes.

CRACK!

The downgraded projections splintered under Erza's strength—

Then vanished into a magenta mist.

Erza blinked in shock. "What!?"

Fate smirked. "They were projection, not the real deal."

The redhead pouted. "That was stupid. You shouldn't step in front of our blades like that."

Mira's eyebrow twitched. This bitch…

Fate, still using his max Charisma, took the opportunity to disarm Erza. "And you shouldn't go swinging those things around in the guild. You could hurt someone."

Erza narrowed her eyes. Then, she asked the real question.

"Your shirt?"

Mira instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, realizing she was only wearing the hoodie.

Her original shirt was destroyed in their fight.

"…Do whatever you want with it," Fate muttered.

Erza wasted no time.

"Take it off!"

Mira barely had a second to react before Erza was on top of her, trying to yank the hoodie away.

"Bitch, are you crazy!?" Mira shrieked, struggling to hold onto it. "Let go! You're gonna tear it!"

"That hoodie is mine!" Erza declared, still fighting to pull it off.

"IT WAS NEVER YOURS TO BEGIN WITH!"

The guild watched, equal parts amused and horrified, as the two mages wrestled across the floor, neither willing to give up the hoodie.