"Talking"
Thinking
"Dark Star Speech/Demonic Speech"
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Chapter 2 - A New Haunting Ground
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† Timeskip: Two Years Later †
The very ground beneath his feet shook with a violent force, and Harry grinned. Whatever was happening on the surface, it was a party he did not intend to miss. He turned from his work, heading toward the vault's door, but stopped when the doors were thrown open by a mist, a green mist, that circled him and tried feeding on his life,
And it was in those moments of exquisite pain that Harry finally remembered that encounter countless years ago, the promise of a fraction of the Dark Star's power. The mist could not consume him, not in the manner it wanted to anyway. Instead it twisted and reformed his body, so the outside reflected the creature within.
His cloak ripped and tore as ethereal bones of the dead, the people he'd killed for fun, fused themselves with it. The cloak remained opened, and his torso in plain view, the edges of his cloak now held bones of the dead, from the collar to the end, near his calves. Around the back of the cloak, at his waist now resided a belt made of bones, with a deformed skull at his back, horned and mouth hanging open, in a last scream of sweet agony.
The hook and chains were next to change. Both hook and chain twisted on themselves, turning from purely metallic constructs to extensions of his depravity. The chains looked like the bones he now wore; whereas before they were simply wrapped around his forearms for presentation, they penetrated his skin, tearing into his flesh, truly becoming an extension of him; while his hook glowed in the light of the mist, and he could feel there was something quite different about it from before. His skin suffered no change, his eyes, already green before it all happened, gained a new light of power within, turning them from emerald green to the color of the mist, the same color of the new adornments on his clothing, a lighter shade of green.
His hair remained the darkest of colors, but it wasn't hair anymore, at least it didn't feel like hair. It was almost like a part of the mist instead. It was long and swayed with an unseen wind behind him.
The mist left him, its work finished, and he moaned as the pain receded, eyes opening to see the world once again. Harry remembered his conversation with the Dark Star, how it'd consumed untold worlds and deities to grow stronger, and the promise of their encounter down the line, a fight to remember, if he became strong enough.
His attention turned from his memoirs to the warlock, twisting and agonizing as the mist worked its necrotic magic on him. Harry licked his lips hungrily, twirling his hook with his right hand as he walked close, chains dragging behind him.
"Let the tale of the all-consuming begin anew…" he whispered, noting that his voice had stayed the same, only gaining the growl of death, giving him a deeper, raspy tone.
For the first time and countless years Harry walked out of the vaults, into the world outside. The isle he once lived in, simple and ugly in its peaceful beauty, not held the unrelenting screams of the tormented dead, rotten nature and destroyed man-made constructs. A truly beautiful sight to behold; he stopped his musings when he felt a strong presence somewhere close by, and as he descended the stairs of the temple, he could see someone, being reanimated by the magics that corrupted the Isle.
He watched as the corpse was reanimated, he noticed it was a woman once she groaned as she awoke once again, the weapons used to murder her still piercing her torso. Her armor was simple, a mail that covered her torso, but not her arms, a helmet that on her head with some sort of plumage atop it. Harry stopped his twirling momentarily, a frown on his face.
"Such a pity…" he said, her head turning in his direction as he spoke, the hook already thrown. "I could have used the company." There was no real sorrow in his voice, it was as though he was simply joking to himself as he pulled, the hook rending her flesh and grasping at the soul that had been once more bound to her now dead body. "Alas…I hunger." He grinned at the woman, even as the soul once more separated from the corpse, joining the warlock as his second meal in this new, delightful existence.
He still scoured the Isle for more, he needed to feed, his hunger had not been sated, his desire for agony less so. Harry discovered a very interesting ability of his as he wandered the Isle in search for other meals. He could turn himself into a wraith, invisible to all eyes but those he would allow see him.
Harry laughed in glee as he heard the sounds of a horseman galloping away. He had turned his attention to his next meals and while the average wraith he came across did little to appease his hunger, this new acquaintance looked much…juicier.
† Flashback: An Hour Earlier †
He'd found the man-horse as he wandered, idly consuming the wraiths unlucky enough to cross his path, when the man-horse galloped his way, the sound of the hooves hitting concrete alerting him to his approach.
There was a sinister grin on the creature's face, but Harry held place in his soul for fear of only one entity at the moment, and that was the Dark Star itself. He could feel his latest meal; Kalista, he'd learned the name of the beautiful woman he'd nearly spared was; bristle in her hatred of the man, and searching her memories, he found the betrayal of Hecarim, her death at the hands of the man she'd once trusted and confided in, and Harry chuckled darkly.
"Shall I make him pay for you?" He wondered aloud, hook no longer in movement. The dark entity raised its spear to strike at him, but Harry simply allowed his form to become ethereal, and he passed through, harmlessly. Harry turned as Hecarim passed him, walking slowly toward the man-horse, his chains dragging behind him, the dooming sound echoing through the otherwise quiet; well, quieter since he'd consumed so many of its wraiths; Isle.
He threw his hook at the…what was he called…Knight Commander? Successful in his desire to bring pain to the man-horse, who wailed as the hook sunk into the skin of his horse half. Harry yanked at the chain, the satisfying tear, followed by another wail of pain enough the send a pleasurable shudder across his body. The bits and pieces that separated from Hecarim drew to him like a moth is drawn to the flame, and he consumed the flesh, as well as the power of the mist the enveloped the Isles.
At that moment he saw Hecarim struggle with his binding and flee once he was free. Harry laughed delightfully. Making the beast suffer for betraying Kalista would have to suffice as his way of apologizing for following his hunger when consuming her outright.
Back from his trip down memory lane, Harry continued his slow paced chase of Hecarim, the dragging chains hauntingly echoing as he walked after the man-horse. There was no escaping him, and he would ensure Hecarim knew that before the end.
He stalked the man-horse, and as he walked past a cave Harry stopped, a shiver of excitement crossing his body. He could feel something deep within…something dark, powerful and ancient. Perhaps the most powerful being he would encounter while roaming the Isles. His mind distracted from Hecarim, the newly reform entity walked into the cave, humming a toneless tune as he did, and his humming somehow coincided with the sound of his chains dragging along the rocky ground.
"Well, you're big." He stated simply, looking at the visage of a gigantic spider. It seemed to recognize him as a threat as instantly upon his proclamation, the arachnid spewed a form of gas, that like a wave advanced on him, and idly, he noted it to be poison as whatever life there was around; something Harry had found curious, given the mist had decimated everything else on the Island; withered and died at its touch.
The poison hit him dead on and he could feel sweet agony as it tried and failed to kill him once he breathed it in. He moaned at the feeling, letting the pleasurable wave of exquisite pain wash over him momentarily, before setting his gaze once again upon the giant spider. His lack of dying seemed to give the creature pause, and Harry wasted no time in using that time to his advantage, as he swung his trusted hook toward it, hitting its front legs as it raised them to defend itself.
A yank of the chain later and he could already feel the immense power he would be consuming soon. It seemed to be unused to the pain, as it thrashed wildly and aimlessly. He didn't want things to be easy, but once more the hunger took over and he once more threw his chain, this time hitting the beast's maw, and it was a simple yank later that caused it to crash down in pain, whimpering.
Harry approached it, chuckling darkly as he did so and feast on it he did, consuming soul and flesh alike, the influx of power was like the first time he used magic in his life, the rush, the joy…but it was tenfold the feeling, the freedom it brought to grow in strength.
He let out a happy sigh as he finished, hunger completely sated, at least for the foreseeable future, and Hecarim completely driven from his mind as he thought to test his growing powers. He remembered the Dark Star once more, specifically how it stated it could travel dimensions, and decided to test his own ability to do so, concentrating his magic on his desire to be taken to an alternate version of this world, where he could once more feast upon…Vilemaw, if the memories he was receiving were to be trusted…and maybe save Kalista from her fate.
Harry raised his arms, close together, his palms touching and slowly separated them, envisioning as he did so the opening of a rift in time and space that would take him elsewhere, to an alternate version of the world he currently inhabited. There was a tear in the air as his arms drew apart, but apparently he didn't use enough power to complete the spell because moments later it closed completely, causing him to sigh heavily. So he would to use more power.
It were two or three attempts later when Harry finally got the desired effect, as a rift big enough for him to pass through opened, and pass through he did.
The rift disappeared once he had crossed, leaving him alone with this world's version of Vilemaw, who was watching him way more carefully than the first version he'd slain. Not one to throw away a free meal, Harry set upon the beast once more, this time not giving it the time to defend itself.
The second battle had been even faster than the first. He'd consumed the spider quicker this time, not needed as much time to adjust to the power increase he felt as he feasted upon its flesh and soul. But now he was not only sated, he was full, Harry could honestly say that hunger was not an issue for him, and he knew for certain it wouldn't be for a long, long time yet.
Now he was curious, about this version of the world he was in, and the first place he was going to turn his attention to was the vault, he wanted to see just what poor soul would become the guardian of those artifacts in this plane.
The trek toward the…temple, where the order kept the dark artifacts was rather boring. The Isles had yet to suffer their ultimate fate, the trees were a lively green that would bring peace to his heart, in his old life, but new the color simply annoyed him. The people were lively, talking amicably to each other, and irked him, memories of the companion he never truly had resurfacing, the years he had suffered because of that, the manipulations of the dark magics still plagued his mind.
Harry stopped momentarily to watch a young couple, speaking sweet nothings to each other, very much unaware of the despair and devastation they would experience soon. The thought of their suffering brought a grin to the sadist's face, his green eyes alight with desire. Oh how he longed for the day the Isles burned once more.
Luckily enough he'd arrived at the order just in time to witness the damnation of this planet's version of…well, of him. They spoke of the importance of such an undertaking, of how she should be proud for being considered for the role, given only the best among them had the privilege; a lie, he knew all too well, as he'd been with the order for mere five months before they threw him away with the dark magics.
He followed them close by, adopting his welcome ability to remain invisible for an untold amount of time. Harry watched as the woman was ushered inside the vault, and followed her in, before the man simply wished her luck in her task and closed the door. He knew it was a matter of time, before she snapped, much like he did. He watched her for a time, as the magics in the vault worked their…well, magic on her psyche.
They played with every fear she ever had, her insecurities, illusions so real he had to watch as the woman curled into herself and cried the days away. He wanted to watch until she began her path to torturing the artifacts so he joined in, but the way things were going, that was not the fate awaiting her, so a different approach was needed, and thinking back to his own haunting, he knew just what to do.
AN: Yo yo yo! What's up guys? So, new chapter for this story, hope yall enjoy a more sadistic Harry...I could make things more graphic but I didn't want to scare people away '-' anyways, Kayle is a femThresh! Well not yet but...ahh...spoiler? xD
Anyway, this fic is going to be among my darkest so don't expect Harry to be happy for long...at least for now, first I'm going to make him less evil and more of a sadistic, blood-grayish character '-' only AFTER that he's going to start seeing to the Happily Ever After we all know he deserves...just a heads up '-'
Silver D. Wolf: Thanks =3
I'll try answering your comments every new chapter, I keep forgetting to do so, but I'll try that's something right? xD
Anyway hope you enjoy the read, and I'll see ya next time o/
