[Adoptable] Time Demon - Ultear by AiArdha on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

In this alternate timeline, Ultear Milkovich’s fate turned her into a weapon of destruction. Taken by the demonic guild Tartaros at a young age, she was never trained under Brain, never softened by glimpses of her mother’s love or the redemptive path she once sought. Instead, Tartaros stripped her of humanity, subjecting her to painful rituals and dark magic, turning her into something neither human nor fully demon—a creature bound by curses, cruelty, and bloodlust.

As Tartaros’s dark rituals warped her soul, Ultear awakened to a sinister power, a curse named Time Shift. Unlike her original Time Ark magic, Time Shift allowed her to manipulate the flow of time over anything or anyone—transforming them into aged, frail versions of themselves or dragging them back to their helpless youth. This curse, imbued with demonic energy, held no restraints, and each use fueled her with a twisted satisfaction that only deepened her bond with the darkness within her.

Ultear’s demonization didn’t stop there. Driven by her masters in Tartaros, she delved into ancient, forbidden magic, learning Ice God Slayer Magic, a twisted version of her mother’s magic but imbued with the ferocity and chaos of a god. She trained relentlessly, mastering the frosty, merciless arts, gaining the ability to consume any ice magic directed at her and weaponize it with a level of ferocity that even demons feared. Her mastery of both Time Shift and Ice God Slayer Magic turned her into a living nightmare, a specter of frost and time that haunted the dark halls of Tartaros.

As her powers grew, so did her ambition. No longer content to be a mere tool, she began hunting Ur’s students, seeing them as relics of a past she wanted to destroy. The memory of her mother was a thorn in her heart, festering into hatred, and she became obsessed with erasing all ties to her former life. Her masters in Tartaros were all too willing to support this vendetta, sending her on missions to track down and exterminate any trace of her former family.

One fateful day, Ultear finally crossed paths with Gray Fullbuster. The icy ruins where they met became the setting for a confrontation that would shatter Gray’s very soul. Gray recognized her, though the twisted aura that radiated from her left him in horrified disbelief. She was no longer the Ultear he had once known; her eyes glinted with malice, and the chill that emanated from her was different, darker, as if the cold itself had turned venomous.

As they clashed, Ultear mocked Gray, taunting him with memories of Ur, warping her mother’s legacy into a twisted justification for her own actions. She unleashed her Ice God Slayer Magic, its cold unlike any Gray had felt—a bitter, venomous frost that seemed to sink into his very bones. Every strike from Ultear was designed to break him, each spell a cruel reminder of how much she had surpassed him.

Gray fought valiantly, but Ultear’s powers were overwhelming. With a sadistic smile, she activated her Time Shift curse, forcing Gray’s body to age before his own eyes. His strength faded, his hair turned white, and his once-strong form became frail and bent. Now an old man, barely able to lift his arms, Gray stood helpless before her, a broken shell of his former self.

Ultear reveled in his suffering, taunting him, twisting his weakened form with dark magic that left him writhing in pain. “This is what your mother’s kindness led to, Gray,” she hissed. “Weakness. A naïve belief that humans can redeem themselves. I am the true heir of Ur, forged not by her softness but by Tartaros’s might.”

Each attack was laced with her bitterness, her deep-seated hatred for the life she had lost and the monstrous being she had become. She used her Ice God Slayer Magic to carve ice into his skin, branding him with cruel symbols and shapes as she laughed at his suffering. Gray could do nothing but endure, trapped in his aged body, his strength utterly drained.

Finally, when Gray was on the verge of collapse, she stepped back, leaving him to suffer in the freezing remnants of her godlike ice magic. She could have killed him then and there, but the sight of him broken, haunted, and defeated was enough to satisfy her. She left him there, alive but ruined, a relic of the past she had chosen to destroy.