This is my first Fanfiction in English , so please be nice.

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Disclaimer : I don't own Kuroshitsuji or Harry Potter.

Warning: Yaoi, action and a bit blood.

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Sadistic!Sarcastic!Demon!Harry, HarryxUndertaker, but HarryxSebastian will be main parring

also HarryxGrell ( one side)

Chapter 1

Boring. Boring. Boring. It's sooo boring. Everyday the same. Nothing new. It's now 400 years since the death of my Soul mate and I have nothing to do. 400 years since I became a demon. 400 years since I became the ruler of the living and the death. I'm the Master of death. My name once was Harry James Potter. Now I'm known as Lucifer or Satan, but also as God. Nobody has realized that heaven and hell are the same or does God and Satan are the same person. But I don't care. It's not my problem if they are believing in the wrong religion or person.

Who was God before I came? Or who was Satan? Did they even exist? I don't care.

But more important, for the first years it was fun to play with the dead souls. But now after these long years of doing everyday the same, it's boring. Just boring. I want to do something interesting, something new. But I can't I have done everything.

" Master, if you allow. I have something new and funny for you. But it has his catches." Behind me a dark voice whispered.

" What I've said about reading my thoughts. But what do you mean with something new, death?"

I turned around and looked at a hooded figure. Yes this person- more like this thing- is death. I may rule over the dead but I don't bring it. That is the work of death.

" You could travel into another dimension. There you could start to live again."

" And why should I? There's nothing new. Just like here."

" No, in there are other beings. Here are wizards and humans, but there are demons, angels and death gods. Naturally you are the Master of death. That means you are the master over the death gods, also known as Shinigami, but you don,t have to rule over them. You can even ignore them, if you like."

Interesting. But didn't he said something about a catch?

"What did you mean with catch?"

" Ah yeah, the catch. In this world you were once a human, but if you go there you will become a demon with the powers of an angel and Shinigami. Also you look will change. You may have your memories and magic, but only to a limit. You won't be able to perform the unforgivable hexes. So do you except, master?"

Hmm, a new world with a new body with new powers. I don't really care about my look or my power, I only want to be free. I want to talk with normal people. Why not? I have nothing to lose. I can't die and I have nothing better to do. I could even find a new love again. After there endless long years of being alone, I want to feel something again. A new chance to live. I will accept it!

" I accept. But one last question. Will I see you again?Or are you remaining in this world?"

" This will be the last time you will see me. I bring only death in this world. In the anther world are the Shinigami bringing the death. But will be their master." He nodded sad his head and waited for my answer.

I nodded. " I can't say I didn't expect that. I will miss you my old friend. Stay safe and do what you want to do." I smiled for the last time to my oldest and most loyal friend, before darkness hit me.

I was awakened due to a loud discussion. I let my eyes closed to hear what they are talking about.

" We can't just let him lie there. He seems ill or hurt." , said a feminine voice.

"Yeah, but what will the young master and Sebastian say when they see him.", this time a more male, but childish voice answered.

"He seems to be no older than seventeen. Don't you think so?", asked a third voice, who was definitely male and a lot deeper than the other.

" Oh yes, and he's so pretty. If his chest wouldn't be covered, I would had thought he's a girl. So pretty!" A shiver ran down my skin, and I thought I hear something drop that smells like blood.

I thought I heard enough and slowly open , my eyes.

A maid with broken glasses, a boy with blond hair and a big hat on his shoulders and an older man with burned hair are looking at me. Okaaay, not creepy at all.

Suddenly I heard footsteps coming my direction. A blue haired boy with an eye-patch and a tall, good looking butler... wait what! Why do I think so? I just meet him. He has black hair and red eyes. Eyes who tell you ` Do something wrong and I kill you`. I know from the beginning that he's dangerous. And I like it. But something about him seems wrong. It's like as if he was too perfect. A demon. And a high-ranked too. My luck. The first minutes in the new world and I meet one of those creatures which I avoid.

I tried to get up, but realized that my beg hurts. I led out a cry of pain and laid down again. The demon appeared right next to me and examined my wounds. When he touched me I felt a connection. I can't describe the feeling, but it feels good. It seems he felt it too, because he looked shocked at me. He backed up and talked with the boy. I couldn't hear, because of the pain in my back became more. Slowly I lost conscious.

The boy nodded after a while and the last thing I saw before I blacked out again, was the distressed look of the demon.

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