Laxus walked upon the desert path, his footsteps heavy and lonesome as the sun blared upon his weary back. It had been near a month since his exile from his former guild. He had left behind his 'bodyguards' as well. They didn't do anything that got everyone to hate them completely. They did everything under his orders as their leader. He requested the old man to let them stay at the guild as members. They still had a chance, unlike Laxus. His blood boiled with his lightning magic, and his eyes gazed upon the lonely path which he must travel upon. His mark used to be on his right arm, but now... He had no mark. They removed it using magic. He was an exile now. The scum guilds spat on, and shunned so badly they had to join a dark guild. Laxus wasn't gonna join a dark guild that easily. They were still pieces of shit to him.
Always.
He wore a brown cloak that reached to his ankles, his headphones playing loud rock music and a stripped polo under it along with some cargo pants and boots. He was going to Hargeon Town now, and the road was hot. There he might find some missions at Storm Cafe. He never liked taking missions there, guildless mages playing poker and having bar fights... They didn't deserve to be called mages, and he was one of them now. One of the fucking bastards he so hated. Ironic, wasn't it? Storm Cafe was a few more miles from here, and he couldn't stand walking anymore. Growling, he charged forward right before jumping, twisting in mid-air and fired a beam of lightning behind him which evolved into a whirlwind of lightning, propelling him forward at an impressive speed.
He arrived after ten minutes feeling refreshed. He missed using his magic regularly, but it didn't feel right. The mark of Fairy Tail was missing, and he couldn't get it back. Walking through a crowd of people, he made his way to Storm Cafe without any difficulties. It was ordinary, to say the least. There were drunkards passed out in front of it and some of the windowpanes were broken. It looked extremely dilapidated and should've been shut down by the health inspector long ago. Oh well.
Walking inside, the smell of strong liquor and not bathing for ages attacked his senses. He growled, looking at the bar fight which even the bartender participated in. Roaring, he raised his fists and charged lightning magic in his hands before opening his fists and letting rip a shockwave of yellow lightning which caused all of them to pass out on the ground. Weaklings. They couldn't even stand a shockwave of that level? Fucking dumb-asses. He made his way to the request board and ripped off all the missions off it and stuffed it into his pocket. They didn't deserve the ability to go on missions. He exited coolly, maneuvering his way through the unconscious bodies.
"Luxus!" a man yelled. Luxus turned around and saw a hulking man standing at 7 feet with large muscles and shit and piss running down his calves. He breathed heavily and was gathering a large amount of magic. His face was ugly as hell with a lightning scar going from his left eye and through his mouth, it wasn't treated properly it seemed. Oh, yeah. Luxus just remembered that it was him that gave the man his scar. It was when him and his bodyguards did a raid of a dark guild, and this one was the 'strongest', they said. Laxus dealt with him personally to show him what true power was.
"What is it?" he replied coolly.
The man charged with shit falling behind him, and Laxus waited till he was a few inches away from punching him in the face before slamming his right palm on his chest and lightning him up with yellow lightning streaming through his body. His eyes went white and was shoved a way with smoke coming from his body. The man stumbled back before attempting to charge again, but Laxus gave him a little shove and he fell right on top of the thin bartender. Ouch. That has to hurt.
At this point, Laxus exited the bar. Or at least he wanted to, but the men woke up. Fuck. He waited till they were all back on their feet, standing awkwardly because of the shit in their pants. Ugh. Looks like he had to destroy this place before they'd just leave him alone. They were all charging their magical power, most chanting spells, others getting weapons from thin air. Laxus allowed himself to fall on his knees and slammed the bottom of his fists on the hard-wood floors and the entire place lit up with a glowing yellow light. He heard yelps, but they were all silenced almost immediately. Once the light went away, everything in front of him was destroyed, and bodies were everywhere.
"Finally..." he thought as he left the place to go on an S-Class mission.
Subject: Laxus Claim 
