Down Into the Fires of Hell (A Soul Eater x Fairy Tail crossover)

Akemi's True Form?

Hey, guys. I realized that other writers have notes to their reader before the chapters. Sorry for not really doing that before. Well, enjoy this new Chapple and please comment on what you thought of it. On to the story!
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Akemi's POV

I blinked and groaned at the bright light shining right into my eyes. I squinted and adjusted before it could blind me forever. I mean, not literally of course. I started to get up when I froze at Uncle's voice behind me.

"You love her, don't you?" Who was he talking to? I shifted my head towards the voice that spoke. My eyes widened as I registered Natsu standing in a fighting position. He growled in response. He didn't answer?! Damn Salamander Boy! I fumed silently and thought over his growl. Did it mean something? I vaguely heard Uncle say something and Natsu shouted back at him, but I was only dragged back to reality when Natsu crashed into the wall. He grunted and his face contorted with pain.

"Natsu.." I whispered.

Uncle clicked his tongue at Natsu."Tsk, tsk. Seems that no one bothered to tell you. Only witches can use magic in this world. You have a weapon soul, so your old magic is useless."

        Natsu...is a weapon?! That means that I can use him to fight this crazy guy off! Natsu was silent and and got out of the dent in the alley wall.

        "Bring it on, you piece of disgusting shit." You had to admire his fighting spirit, at least. I mustered my strength and stood up. My arm still hurt like hell, but I could pull through. Both of their gazes flitted to me and I death glared my uncle. I walked proudly over to Natsu and put my hand on his arm. He still didn't know how to transform, so I had to do this alone.

        "Let me handle it." His eyes widened and he slowly nodded. I turned to face Uncle Evans and released my held-back demonic power that worked in any dimension. A red light swirled around me and my hair floated upwards. My eyes turned a demonic red and my hair faded to a deep black. My old clothes disappeared and replaced themselves with my battle gear. My eyelids flitted open and gave my uncle a cold glare. He was trembling and chains flew out of my hands as I whispered,

        "Time to begin."