One almost beautiful morning Makarov came and sat down next to Acnologia.

"So... You knew my mother right?" Makarov asked... well there went Acnologia's happy morning.

"Yeah," Acnologia responded slowly.

"What was she like?" he asked.

"Why don't you ask Weeran?" Acnologia sighed.

"His name is Warrod, and he left the guild," Makarov said.

Acnologia sighed knowing the argument was pointless, "Your mother was... Kind, selfless, pretty... Basically, everything your father struggled with, especially the pretty part."

Makarov smiled to himself sensing Acnologia's fondness when he spoke of his late father. Then a woman named Porlyusica walked by. She was in a team alongside Bob, a creepy guy that scared Acnologia a little bit, Rob, a nice man who Acnologia didn't mind, Yajima, a man that seemed to act way too old for his young age, Goldmine, a rough a tumble man who loved dogs, and of course, they were with Makarov. 

Acnologia realized that Porlyusica smelled exactly like Grandeeney. He grabbed Makarov violently.

"Who is she?!" he demanded.

"What?" Makarov asked.

"Porlyusica, who is she and where did she come from?!"

"What does it matter to you?" Makarov cried.

He obviously knew something. Acnologia gripped his shoulders tighter.

"That woman smells exactly like a dragon under the name of Grandeeney. Grandeeney was like a sister to me and disappeared almost four hundred years ago! Who is she?!" he demanded almost forgetting how to stay in human form.

 "She came from the dimension of Edolas, she doesn't know how she got here... but she did! She is Grandeeney's counterpart! That is her real name!" Makarov squeaked, Acnologia released him, "She is a gifted healer and a nice woman... when she doesn't hate on the human race."

Acnologia nodded, his hopes fell... She was not the Grandeeney that he knew.

As the years went by, life became a normal pattern of guild life. Acnologia watched with admiration as Fairy Tail grew. However, the Phantom Lord guild was beginning to bother him. They struck him in the same way as the Blue Skull guild did in Mavis's story of the founding of Fairy Tail. 

Then one fateful (and almost beautiful) day Acnologia walked by Porlyusica and noticed many things. Number one, she smelled like Makarov, number two, she was pregnant. Once again Acnologia's want of a happy day was chucked out the window.

'Makarov... Really?' a voice within him sighed.

He walked up to Makarov who was drinking at the guild bar. "How long?" he asked.

"How long what?" Makarov asked coolly. Acnologia sat down next to him.

"How long have you and Porlyusica been together, and when is the baby due?" he asked.

Makarov spat out his drink before he could choke. "HOW THE..." he quieted down when everyone looked at him, "How did you find out?" he hissed. There were stronger words used.

"I am a dragon slayer... I know things," Acnologia replied.

A few months later Porlyusica secretly had the child in her own home in the middle of the woods. Acnologia was the only one there with Makarov when he looked at his son.

"Look at him, oh he's so cute," Makarov smiled holding his child.

It reminded Acnologia of Yuri when he had his first child. Then 'Ivan' was handed to Acnologia. Something felt off about the kid. As Acnologia held him he had a strange feeling that the kid was messed up, and had the even stranger sensation to chuck the child. He quickly dismissed the feeling and handed the child back to Makarov... murdering Makarov's firstborn child would not help their friendship.

Ivan was taken to the guild, everyone knew that Makarov was the father, but no one was sure who the mother was. Porlyusica grew distant and as Ivan grew and became more messed up, she left and vowed to never return. Acnologia couldn't blame her, Ivan was a weird child who was interested in all the wrong things from the beginning.

Ivan despised Acnologia, the dragon king didn't know what it was and couldn't blame the child for it... but still, sometimes he wanted to smack Ivan into purgatory where all the other demons were. Lucky for Zeref, not even he could claim that abomination.

Right about the time that Ivan was ten, Acnologia found a teenager with incredible capability for magic. The boy was wandering the streets and seemed alone. Acnologia could also tell that this kid was starving.

"Hey kid what's your name?" Acnologia asked throwing him an apple.

"Gildarts," the kid responded catching the apple that he looked at skeptically.

"What wrong?" Acnologia asked.

"Do I have to pay you for this?" he asked.

Acnologia chuckled, "Nah, but I think you should come with me to a guild... You'll find some more free food there."

"Really!" Gildarts jumped up eagerly.

"Yeah, come one," Acnologia beckoned. And so, the child called Gildarts joined and was immediately loved by everyone. Perhaps it was the love that made Gildarts so great, and the lack of love that made Ivan so twisted.

Gildarts grew up and became a chill and fun adult. Ivan, on the other hand, grew up to be sour and severely messed up, he became obsessed with power, something that just rubbed Acnologia the wrong way. Ivan then had a child with some unlucky woman, Acnologia, of course, was there with Makarov, despite Ivan's protests. He held Ivan's child for only a millisecond before handing it to Makarov... but at that moment Acnologia had felt a connection with him instantly.

"He is strong... and gifted," Acnologia noticed absentmindedly looking at the child. The baby lay in a crib and Acnologia watched him sleep a sense of peace descending on the dragon king.

Ivan snatched him out of the crib, "You must be losing your touch, oh wise dragon. He nearly died when he was born."

"Strength comes in many different forms... Your son has one of the strongest, something he obviously did not get from his father," Acnologia growled. Had anyone said anything in that tone two-hundred years ago, they would have been incinerated, Acnologia, however, was trying to be a good guild member... Ivan was testing his self-control.

Ivan sneered at him and his child had begun to cry.

"Are you going to name your son Ivan, or are you going to need someone else to do that for you to?" Acnologia hissed.

"His name is Laxus, and he will grow to hate you," Ivan jeered.