Lucy POV

I watch as Zeref is torn to shreds by his brother, others soon joined in, i saw Magnus's sooty hide in the flurry of teeth, claws and blood, fire was tossed around a bit to. Spark sent flying of in every direction, hitting me, but causing no pain. Thankfully. Haze was trying to get in on the action, but the grey-red male was being shoved out a lot. After the whole ordeal was over, all that remained was a pile of soot, bones, the odd few scales, teeth and claws, the bones would be disposed of along with the ash, the teeth and claws would be used by our doctors for the healing properties of demon items and the scales would adorn my palace gate, any future warning to any further harassments of demons. The demon mates were the only ones allowed to stay, i was not heartless in the sense that they too would have to leave, causing depression among almost 10% of the dragon population, statistics that I, myself, the QUEEN, was not aware of until now, and the demons blood would eventually be bred out, leaving pure dragons behind after a few generations, though the demons would never be able to produce an Elemental. 

At last this war would end, I would have my peace, my people would be safe, and demons, nothing but a past problem.

Then, it hit me. The demons had not left, not yet fled to the pits of hell, why you may ask? Mard Geer. The TRUE  ruler of the cursed dragons. Zeref was not the leader, he was never the leader, Mard Geer had planed this all along.

As if on cue:

"Hello, Little Star."