Chapter 1: In the Beginning
Harry swept his eyes across the field as the battle came to a halt all eyes upon the fallen body at his feet.
His breathing was harsh against his ears as his exhaustion caught up with him.
He'd done it only seconds before, had cast the spell that had destroyed the monster Voldemort.
It was over. Now he just wanted peace to just leave this world behind. All of his friends were gone he had nothing left to live for.
Slowly, mechanically, with tears in his eyes he raised his wand to his chest and canted the deadly words Avada Kedavra.
And those eyes that were left watching on the field looked on in wonder and terror as the Savior of The Wizarding World, their Chosen One vanished in a flash of sickly green.
Harry was cold, not unpleasantly so, just not warm.
Wow the afterlife's a bit of a let down if they can't control the air conditioner.
Harry tried looking out through the darkness wondering where he was.
Harry Potter...My child I have been waiting for you. It has been a long time since I have seen one of your kind in this place, it is a pleasure.
"W-who are you and what do you want with me?" Harry called out in trepidation.
I am many things and have been called many names, you know me as the manifestation of your Magic, others know me as another name, which you'll soon learn. I have been watching over you since you were a babe and yet you still seem to surprise me. I was unsure that this would happen to you. You see Harry, you are the Master of Death. You are the wielder of all the Deathly Hallows, yet when you lived even if you were unaware, you were always the humble one, so servile and that is why the Hallows chose to present you to me. I've come to you with an offer, it is for you to decide what to do with your life from now on because as Master of Death, you are immortal, do not fret over this, I offer you the chance to remain, learning from me and my children until the world needs you again.
Harry was, as any sane person would've been dumb-struck. He was the Master of Death? When did that happen, he knew he had the Cloak, and the Stone, but he thought that Voldemort was the owner of the Elder Wand? It must have been when he disarmed Draco and took his wand which was he one that had killed the last owner Dumbledore. Huh, how ironic.
"If I choose to stay, will you numb the memories for me? I don't think I can bear the loneliness for that long." Harry replied he didn't think he could handle eternity wandering the Earth.
I shall grant it to you Young One. It is not my desire to see you suffer so needlessly when you have granted the world reprieve from a being set in the ways of darkness. So, have you decided which you would take?
"I choose to remain here only if my memories are dealt with and if I can learn to master magic until I am needed again." Harry said hoping to gain something from this offer. He still wasn't sure why he would be needed again but he figured he may as well be kick ass when he returns.
So it shall be...Nakir Master of Death.
As those words were said Harry was engulfed in a blinding sheet of light and with it came the most intense pain he had ever experienced.
Suddenly with a terrifying rip, two black wings burst from his back and with that he passed out unaware of the other changes happening to his body.
Well, fuck me. Was the last thought he had before he sunk into oblivion.
With that his transformation ended and Harry Potter now known as Nakir vanished with the last ray of light and in Heaven, a new angel was born. The Angel of Death, Nakir. For a thousands years it became known that Nakir was God's favorite he was the soother of departed souls, the vengeful spirit of death and the fiercest warrior of Heaven, next to Michael and above all he loved the humans. As always things did not go as planned. For after a millennia of his transformation there were beings that were jealous of the newly made Nakir, because of his deep love for humanity and power many plotted to remove him from his position of power and so they tricked him and trapped and bound him and sealed his power so that he would not escape. So, that was how it came to be in Heaven, the fabled Angel of Death vanishing without a trace and those with evil in their hearts began the fall of the Earth.
"Dean! Dean! No please you can't leave me, please." Sam's yelled out holding the shredded body of his brother.
Sam couldn't take it anymore it had been six months since he had seen and held his brother's shredded body. He had to do something. No demon would hear him out for a deal and he was at the breaking point.
He had to find something that would work. He had been researching endlessly for ways of resurrection when he came across it. It was a small note in an obscure book he had found lying amongst Bobby's tomes, but it mentioned the God of Death.
It stated that very little was known about this entity, it was assumed that he was sealed away a long time ago, and it was rumored that he was the Master of Death and could return souls to those he chose.
Sam figured it was worth a shot. He hadn't had any other option until now. May as well try to summon this god.
It was with a lot of effort that Sam was finally able to find a summoning ritual for entities like god's.
After procuring all of the ingredients necessary for this summoning, which surprisingly enough required only simple ingredients even though he was summoning the God of Death.
So, on a night when the moon was new, Sam took off from Bobby's and went in search of a deserted field.
He drove for a while finding a field, miles from Bobby's, he set up the necessary items.
And with a heavy heart began the summoning.
Once he began the invoking the ceremony, it was almost electric he could feel the power flowing through the air. It even appeared that the air over the makeshift altar was rippling.
As suddenly as the power came it left leaving a deep anguish in Sam's soul.
"No...no...no, please, I need your help! Please don't leave yet, I need to save my brother!" Sam cried out to the air, tears spilling down his cheeks as he let the despair wash over him.
"Please...I'm all alone." Sam whispered brokenly staring at the sky.
"What the bloody hell did you think you were doing, you imbecile." Came a heavily accented voice from behind.
Sam whirled pulling his gun startled by the voice and prepared to attack anyone, only to be shocked into silence at the most exquisite creature he had ever seen.
Elegant black wings were draped over the front of the lithe well built body of a man who looked to be about twenty-six
Equally black hair matched the darkness of the wings, but the most riveting aspect of the creature was it's eyes a deep almost toxic green color.
"W-who are you?" Sam asked alarmed by the presence of the being. The very air around them seemed to thrum with the power it was exuding.
"'W-who are you?' He asks, who does he bloody well think I am Santa Claus." The creature muttered to himself loud enough for Sam to hear him and make the hunter flush.
"I am the one you summoned, you fool, but from what I can see you barely had any idea what you were doing." He indicated waving his hand at the altar set up. "You didn't even know what I looked like, how typical, I'm sealed for a millennia and then the seal is broken by an imbecile. Great." The being, Sam identified as the God of Death, complained.
"So, you're the God of Death." Sam asked skeptically not sure how to take in the behavior of the 'god'.
"In a manner of speaking. Why? Do I not look divine enough for you?" He asked with a sneer as he pointedly shifted his wings.
"Uh, no...no, you look divine enough for me." Sam stammered out thinking that this was turning out to be weirder than he thought, if only Dean were here to see it, and with that thought he remembered why he had summoned the god in the first place.
"Look I'm probably an imbecile in your eyes, I get it, but right now I'm commanding you to retrieve my brother Dean's soul from Hell." Sam said gathering his will hoping to enforce his will on the winged creature.
Suddenly and with out warning, the distinctly naked male, had a wide-eyed Sam pinned to the ground and a hand closing around his throat.
"I will do no such thing. If your brother's soul is in the pit then that is where he deserves to be. I do not just take souls and return them to the physical realm. I am a judge, I will not remove some sinful soul from the pit for the mere pleasure of some lonely boy. Did you actually think I would allow something like that? You really are an imbecile." The god snapped his eyes taking on a faint glow as his anger presented itself.
"B-but he sold his soul, so that I could live, he doesn't deserve that." Sam muttered feeling as if he had just been punched in the stomach at all the creature had said.
Eyes widening in surprise, Nakir looked at Sam with a searching eye.
Well, this is more interesting than I thought. Nakir thought.
"I think that it would be best if you explained to me what the hell...sorry" He said although he was only a little while rewording what he asked "Tell me what is going on here?"
So Sam told him everything. From the beginning with the demon fire and his mom's death to the supposed plans that the yellow-eyed demon had for him and then on to how he was killed and his brother sacrificed his life by selling his soul so that Sam could live.
Nakir listened intently to the story asking questions when necessary.
"So what your telling me is that, you were designed to be some captain of a demon army by this demon, and your brother killed said demon, but he still had sacrificed his soul so that you could live? Am I right so far?" He asked. "Man you guys have a fucked up life. God, I don't envy you at all."
"So, will you help me?" Sam asked hopefully, choosing to ignore the god's language.
"I can try, but I won't make any promises, I may be the Master of Death, but there seems to be more at work here than I can understand right now." He said to the distraught man.
He had decided to leave immediately to find the soul of the human's brother.
Sam.
What an interesting human. He grew up knowing everything supernatural and the evil that could be exhibited, yet he still remained innocent. Even when he found out about his tainted blood, he still remained faithful to his humanity and this little human was slowly attracting the curiosity of the Master of Death.
And to top it off I can't even retrieve the soul of the brother. It's almost as if something is keeping him there trapped, I think, I might stick around and see what happens around these two. Now I just have to break the news to the man. Nakir thought to himself groaning at the thought of that conversation.
Steeling himself he sought out the soul of Sam Winchester and disappeared from his hiding spot.
"Dude, you can't keep appearing like that! Make a noise or something, I don't know but your going to give me a heart attack." Sam yelled as the 'god' returned from his quest.
"So, were you able to get his soul? Where is he?" Sam asked in a rush a bit excited at the prospect.
"I am sorry Sam Winchester, I was unable to retrieve your brother's soul." Nakir said solemnly to the man. He truly was, he could see the pain this man's soul was going through. One, too many blows had weakened the man's resolve and he was slowly slipping in his faith.
"What, b-but..." Sam began only to be stopped with a raised hand from the 'god'
"Don't assume I didn't try my hardest, it is as if he is trapped down there but from what I can tell it is not just a demonic force that has him trapped, their are telltale traces of divinity around his soul that makes me wonder what is so important about your brother's soul. I could've gotten his soul out, mind you but at what cost I was unsure of, I did not want to damage his soul if he indeed is being contained by other entities. It would've been unwise for me to attempt such a feat." Nakir said explaining his reasoning to Sam.
"So, what? He now has some divine being trapping him down their?" Sam asked as he tried to take in all of the information.
"Yes, I believe he does have some sort of restraint placed on his soul that only something with the 'key' so to speak would be able to retrieve his soul." Nakir explained
"However, I will try my best to find a way around it for you and your brother's sake." Nakir said looking into Sam's eyes, trying to convey to the other man his sincerity.
Sam, was so confused, this being exhibited such a cold exterior that this statement blindsided him.
"I-why are you so determined to help me?" Sam asked softly. Uh, definitely not what meant to come out, he thought.
"You two interest me..."Nakir answered as the contemplative look passed over his face again.
"Oh..." Not entirely sure how to interpret that statement, he decided to change the subject.
"Umm, what exactly should I call you." Sam asked hesitantly, for he realized he had no idea what to call the guy other than 'god'.
"Ah, yes, sorry, you may call me by my given name, Nakir, wouldn't want you going around calling me 'god' all the time people might think your insane." Nakir said with a wolfish grin.
"But I mean, your wings, how are you going to go out in public like that, they are kind of obvious." Sam said.
"Like this" Nakir said waving his arm as if he was swatting a fly, his wings folded up on his back and then disappeared, and he looked like a normal human being, albeit an extremely attractive one.
Sam noticed that with his wings gone Nakir was far more muscled and well built than first appearances indicated. He was definitely not effeminate there was a definite roughness to him.
"I do know how to handle myself in the human world Sam, even if I was just released." Nakir said admonishing the younger male for his assumption.
"I didn't think you couldn't, I just was wondering how you were going to do it." Sam said balking at the chiding tone from the other man.
The other man seemed to just hum as he continued went back to what Sam guessed was thinking.
Suddenly Nakir's head snapped up as he felt something shift.
"No...it's not possible." Nakir whispered as he searched out for Dean's soul, which at this time appeared to be moving at top speed toward where he could only imagine his body was buried, but what puzzled him was the entity that was doing the transporting, it was similar to the divine aura that had surrounded Dean's soul and had trapped it but now it was missing as if the entity carrying it was the thing that had broken it.
What are they doing involving themselves? They haven't shown there faces on earth in nearly two millennia. What is so important about these two men? Nakir thought to himself as he snapped out of his thoughts.
"Samuel, I do believe we shall be getting a visitor soon." Nakir said mysteriously. Turning his back to the other man in the room.
Sam not understanding the situation looked at the other man with a confused look.
Deciding not to pursue that topic Sam just shrugged it off as another odd quirk to the god, then he heard Nakir's next question.
"So, Sam. Why is it exactly you never looked for that demon-girl? You said she had helped you before?" Nakir asked the human.
He had thought that his desire to be powerful and innate desire to protect the innocent would have sparked the desire to gain power where he could, but he hadn't and that is what confused Nakir. Even with his human past he still was intrigued by the actions of humans.
"Dean asked me something before he died, he didn't want me using my powers he thought they would lead down a path that would ruin me." Sam told the other man.
"Good, I'm glad you didn't follow her, she is a demon and despite what you would think she will manipulate you into something that would go far over your head." Nakir said.
"How do you know these things?" Sam asked confused "I mean you just woke up from the seal." he stated.
"I know many things Sam Winchester, I understand when something is dark and something is just evil, I consider you dark Sam but not evil." Nakir said gravely looking over at Sam from where he was sitting.
"You see, it is not just what you do with those powers, for you could be using them for the best intentions, but how you go about gaining them." He said explaining. "I can read your soul Sam, that's what you desire, to gain power to save lives and you would do anything to gain that power. Even twisting your self into something that you're not." Nakir continued seriously as he examined Sam.
Sam for lack of a better word was stunned, even Dean did not know about these desires. He hadn't even examined them openly himself. It was uncanny how true it was and a bit alarming to think he would do anything for power. He just wanted to be normal, and since he could never be normal he wanted to do something to make himself worth something.
"I...I don't know...how?" Sam whispered looking up from the ground where he had cast his eyes as the other man began to talk.
"Sam, I understand your situation all too well. You think you are abnormal, you think you are not worth anything because of the demon blood flowing through your veins, yes Sam I can sense it even if you forgot to tell me about it's long lasting status. I don't care, if you wish to be good then be good but do not ever think that you are evil by nature Samuel Winchester." Nakir said as he tried making his point to the youngest Winchester.
At these words Sam broke. It was as if a dam inside of him broke and all the pain and fear of rejection and abandonment by his brother rushed off in a torrent of pain and he began to sob.
"Everybody always treats me different. Even Dean. It's as if I'm suddenly going to turn into a monster and he has to be there to stop me if I do. My own Dad told him he had to kill me if I ever started going dark. I can't handle it anymore I'm so alone." Sam cried out sobbing in pain as his self-disgust welled up inside. Suddenly he felt a pair of arms wrap around him in a tight protective hug.
"Sam, Sammy. Look at me." Nakir said firmly lifting the younger man's chin to look him in the eye. "You are special. Never forget that and even if everyone treats you different I want you to understand that yes you are different but that does not make you evil." Nakir said locking eyes with the crying man conveying his message to the other man. He proffered a tissue from the night stand.
"Why do you care?" Sam asked bitterly as he began to calm down.
"Sam do I look like a normal being? I look like something evil you would hunt. I am innately dark because of my association with Death, yet I am not evil. I understand what it's like to be treated with velvet gloves but I also know that I was not created to be evil." Nakir said gesturing to himself as he removed his glamour revealing his regular appearance.
"Be strong. I know you have it in you." Nakir said with a smile as he looked down at the other male.
"No one has ever said anything comforting like this to me." Sam said with a sniff, really embarrassed that he had just started sobbing and on the God of Death of all people, realizing he was still wrapped in the older man's arms he moved back quickly making room between the two of them with a blush on his face.
"Do not worry." Nakir said indicating the situation that just happened. "I tend to bring out these type of situations with my charges." Nakir said with a light chuckle reading the embarrassment off the young Winchester.
"You've had charges before?" Sam asked curiously.
"Not exactly." Nakir said with a pensive look " I guess you could say when I was sealed I had many a time to hone my skills and so I became aware of this ability, it's a side affect of one of my powers. It's not exactly on purpose mind you it's just something I can do it's because of my empathic ability it tends to draw out the feelings of the other and I try to heal it, that is all." Nakir said dismissively.
"So basically you are a big softie. At least when you aren't playing the Master of Death." Sam said with a smirk.
"Yes, you could say that." Nakir agreed with a nod, looking thoughtful at that declaration.
"Now, I'm going to leave you for a few days. I need to scope out the situation that is developing here so I am better prepared to protect you if necessary." Nakir said.
"Protect me? Why would you do that? I don't need protecting I'm an adult." Sam said indignantly. He always hated being treated like a kid. Dean always was pulling that big brother crap.
"Yes, I understand you are an adult." Nakir said rolling his eyes at him "But you've already died once, for some reason you are on the demon hit list, and you constantly are in danger, just to name a few things." He said smugly. "So, yes I will protect you, and besides you interest me immensely." Nakir said explaining his reasons to the human.
"I will have no argument out of you. I have been sealed from this plain for a millennia but that doesn't mean I don't know how to win an argument, especially with you." Nakir said giving Sam a look as he seemed ready to argue.
Sam was taken back by how protective this being was of him and they had only just met. He was overwhelmed with the oddity of the situation. His brother was the only one who had ever considered protecting him, and that's who he had always relied on, it threw him off balance to find that someone else wanted to protect him.
"Uh, thanks then, I guess." Sam said awkwardly not knowing how to take this situation.
Seeing Sam's growing discomfort with the idea of a protector other than his brother, Nakir decided to change the subject
"Now, just so you know you will probably be receiving some visitors in the next few days but if you ever need my help and I'm not around you can just call out my name and I'll come to you as quickly as I can." Nakir said firmly hoping to make his point to Sam.
"Okay. I doubt I'll need any help." Sam grumbled as he crossed his arms in a childish manner.
Nakir couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips at the other man's attitude.
"Yes, but if you do then know I'll be there." Nakir said affirming his promise.
"Oh, just a suggestion. Why don't you study up on demonic possessions and for that matter angelic entities? It might do you good." Nakir said as he stood reapplying his glamour.
"All right. If you say so." Sam said skeptically as Nakir vanished in a blink.
Okay, so my Sam is very OOC, if you don't like I'm sorry. Also if you haven't gathered this will be a slash story, but you probably won't see that anytime soon. Now, tell me what you think it would be much appreciated.