Chapter 2
Jahan Steel is the adopted son of the fierce military leader Vlad Steel, who in charge of formally protecting the Queen of Britain. Steel is both the knight and the shadow that watches over the Queen. The knights were the pretty boys who guarded the Queen during the day time, the shadows were the those who protected the Queen from assassins and could be as messy and sadistic as they wanted as long as it didn't disturb the Queen or 'innocents'.
Jahan quickly moved up the ranks from grunt to soldier to officer, and then finally to general of his own forces. His powers and strengths were of his own blood, sweat, and tears as he works from being a shortie which many people picked on him for a month before he sent them all to the hospital for grievous injuries.
At the age of 10, he reached his growth spurt when the abuse he suffered when he was younger finally worn off, making him shoot up like a weed as the years trailed away from him. He grew his hair out so it reached passed his shoulders, his looks made him very desired and despised throughout the land, however, his sadistic and ruthless personality quelled many weak-hearted attempts.
When it was his eleventh birthday, he received a strange letter by a brown owl. He stood there for five minutes thinking as the owl felt very uncomfortable, then Jahan took out a pen and wrote his reply, with the simple two letter word of 'No.' He attached it to the owl and then watched as it flew, thinking that if what the letter said was true, then he would going to see if it was real or not.
Apparently, his father when he explained the letter, gave him a six-month reprieve to find out anything and everything he could about magic, in general, and see if he wanted to go. Jahan accepted the task and found books upon books of magic and found that other countries had their own magical communities, not just Britain. However, he was disappointed to find the magical Britain was severely lacking compared to other countries as they still lived in old times and that was not something Jahan wanted to deal with.
He found that with other magical schools students could actually be homeschooled and he could travel from Britain to another country to learn to control his magic as he still had his duty as a shadow to the Queen. He would not endanger her with his magic if he couldn't control it. The Queen accepted his reasons and said that he was to make her proud, which was what he would do anyways.
She was a grandmother to him from the moment she first saw him, he would he devote himself to her and did what she asked, she spoiled him, but at the same time gave him morals, which were used in formal settings, but he was a monster on the battlefield and protecting those he cared for. He killed, tortured, and maimed and he didn't care. He loved it as he did it his father and his grandmother.
Jahan strived to be the best and only lost to those who barely overpowered him, before crushing them, their minds, and their spirits all the same as the rest. He never stopped training and soon all his hard work paid off, after a brutal training session, his father called a servant to bring his son to that room.
Jahan waved the servant off and made his way to change into his white uniform with his white and black hat and the shield of the British Queen on his right arm and his father's shield over his heart. His black boots clicked on the polished tiled floors as he made his way to that room, his face blank as his knocked twice and then opened it.
He saw his father and another girl standing beside him.
"Commander Steel, General Esdeath."
"General Steel, General Esdeath. Both of you are here this evening because you have done the Queen and the shadow legions proud. Because of this, you will receive a reward and that is to pick your poison."
"They are not assigned to us, sir?" Jahan asked, staring into the hard eyes of his father
"No, General Steel. You will know when you find them. Now...Both of you. Choose."
Esdeath and Jahan made their way around the room, looking at the imperial arms with no expression and then Esdeath stopped, staring at a golden container and Jahan found himself drawn to a chalice that was solid black with red rubies on it. Calling out to him.
"So you both have chosen then?"
Esdeath and Jahan didn't respond but grab their perspective imperial arms and chugged it. Esdeath's tasted like blood, she drank all of it until the container was empty and Jahan did the same with his. It tasted like black liquor, but it went down like thick honey.
After they finished emptying both their containers, they both felt a pulse of power surrounding him and they both heard words pouring into their minds, trying to force them to their will, but Harry would not be put under anyone's control. Not anymore and Esdeath snarls as she forces all the promised, honey-tinted words back as she kept up her mantra, 'The Strong survive and the Weak die.'
Soon their powers settled down inside their bodies as they turned to look at their commander who smiled and said, "Welcome both of you, into the world of Imperial Arms."
Jahan's hair was still black, but it was black as the jewel of onyx with scarlet red tints, his eyes remained green as emeralds, but his pupils were slitted along with Esdeath's who's hair retained its usual form.
"You will be training with your Imperial Arms and then you will be assigned missions."
"Of course, Commander."
That evening was two years ago...
Ever since then the fear for the two demons protecting the Queen was well-known throughout the magical world, Jahan was well-known for his swordsmanship with his katana, rapier sword, daggers, and broadsword.
He is considered an idol among many witches across the globe and fucks many women, most of them can't even find a lover who could satisfy them after sleeping with him.
Jahan is now sixteen, going onto seventeen years old.
He could be found resting on his bed of black satin sheets and scarlet blankets. Jahan stared up at his reflection in the mirrored ceiling, but a rustling from beside him brought him from his thoughts as a woman with long, sky-blue hair stretched out of the covers with several snaps.
"Good Morning, Esdeath."
She smiled at him, turning to him fully showing her firm breasts as he sat up. They silently talked, rarely having any need for words, however, a sharp knock interrupted their morning as a woman in a standard maid's outfit opened the door.
"General Steel, General Esdeath."
The two generals stared at the woman waiting for her to continue. "Commander Steel is waiting for the both of you at the dining table."
"Dismissed." They both said, the maid bowing before leaving swiftly as she could
Jahan and Esdeath left the bed and changed into their uniform and went downstairs, servants bowed in submission as they passed, until the pair reached the dining hall.
"General Steel, General Esdeath."
"Commander." They both replied
"Come. Sit."
The pair sat and ate the meal on the table in usual silence until Vlad finished and tossed his napkin on his plate, making both of the young adults look up at him.
"Jahan. The Queen has asked for you to do an assignment."
"I will head there, immediately."
"Best that you do so."
"Goodbye, father, Esdeath."
"Jahan, have a nice day Commander."
"To both of you as well." He said, leaving the table
Esdeath went to train and Jahan went to the awaiting limo to take him to the Queen.
Jahan walked into the hall of where the Queen sat on her throne. She smiled at him and he removed his sunglasses, placing him in his uniform jacket as his boots clicked across the polished hall floor and when he made his way towards the steps, two guards tried to stop him, but a massive air pressure befell the both of them, making their necks snap in gruesome ways.
Jahan kneeled in front of the Queen and said, "Your order, my Queen."
"Jahan Steel, my lovely shadow." She smiled
Ending it! I am ending the chapter! I thank you all for your reviews and for your favorites and follows on my story. It makes me very happy, I love it. I thank you once more and I will see you all in the next chapter! Also, for those who will nag me about Harry's name change, it is different. He doesn't want to be related to the name of Potter and he already knows the truth of Britain and he is fully trained. You could almost think of him as a ruthless Mad-Eye Moody with no limitations.
~Kourtney Uzu Yato