She flickers wildly, wisps of shadow releasing from her skin in waves, and covering her body in a cloak-looking attire.
It fans out, the static forming into tendrils of smoke as black
covers Lucy's face.
His Lucy and Death are one?
In Natsu's mind, this spells out that Lucy will be the death of him. He hopes this is some sick
kind of joke.
What crude humor he has.