Disclaimer: obviously, I don't own this, like any of this. Not even the idea. Okay, not that we have this out of the way, read on and enjoy.
Warnings: yaoi, Male!Luna, Demons, Satan!Harry, Luna x Harry (not sure who's on top) um more demons, gore, violence, blood, lemons (more specific warnings on this in the chapters). This will be your only warning (If I have more, I will add). If you didn't read it, then it's your fault, not mine. If you don't like it, stay away. I am not offended if you back away with the sign of the cross in front of your face.
Collaboration Partner: Darkrosegirl (who is awesome, btw)
So, yeah, this is a Harry is Lucifer story. And I hope you all enjoy. It will be rated M later for violence, gore and lemons.
The name means Red Eyes, Screaming Souls
Love, Keta
Akame Sukurīmingu Tamashī
Prologue
"Get back in there, boy," Vernon Dursley ordered, and Harry obeys, fearing that he would be beat for his insolence like he was the night before. So, he sat on his little cot and looked up at his uncle with bottomless emerald pools, no emotion on his face even as the door closes on him, entrenching his cupboard with darkness.
But what no one knew was that an old Devil, Lucifer Morningstar was looking for someone to take his place. He was weak, dying even without a true end in sight. In Number Four of Privet Drive, a soul cried out in hatred and terror, and he responded by coming to the place where that soul was housed: the cupboard under the stairs. When he looked down upon Harry, a beautiful child with night black hair and devilishly dark, green eyes, he saw a demon trapped within a body and life it didn't want, in a destiny it could never desire.
He laughed, one that every soul was terrified of, but this boy. "Hello, little one."
Harry smiled. "Have you come to kill me?"
"No, my dear child." He reaches out to ruffle the boy's hair, grinning viciously when the child all but purrs. "Have you eaten recently?" Harry shakes his head. "Why not?"
"They will not feed me if I don't do exactly as they say, and even then, I may still not get food."
"That's not right."
"I know, but I cannot change my fate." Harry reaches under his bed to find the sketchbook he'd hidden the week before. He flips it open to a page colored mainly with red. "I often think about doing things like this to them."
He shows it to the old devil who's eyes widen with surprise, more so than when he realized just how smart the child really is. 'This child truly is the perfect replacement.' His uncle's been stabbed by numerous knives that are still in the whale's body, and his head is missing. His aunt's skin has been peeled off, so she could bleed to death. His cousin's slumped over the kitchen table, poisoned no doubt, with his father's head sitting on a plate in front of him. "This is beautiful, little one."
"My name's Harry."
"Harry Potter?" The demonic child nods. 'Oh, how perfect is this?!' He fights the urge to cackle madly as he thinks this. "Do you know why you're here, my perfect, little Harry?"
"No. Did someone put me here?"
"Yes. Albus Dumbledore put you here despite the fact that in your parents' will it said specifically that after they died, you were not to go here."
"How did my parents die?"
"They were murdered."
"Really…" Harry leans forward, intrigued. "Tell me about their murderer." For the next couple of hours, they converse until finally, Harry asks, "why have you come to see me?"
"I want you to take my place."
The boy's head tilts slightly. "But who are you?"
"I'm the devil, my boy."
"As in, The Devil, king of darkness, that kind of thing?"
"Yep."
"Will I get my revenge?"
"Of course," he answers, smirking evilly.
"Where do I sign?" A dark, vile smile appears on the boy's face.
