The Fallen Renegade

I do not own Harry Potter, Dresden Files, or the Denarian Series.

Based on Shezza's Denarian Series WITH HER PERMISSION.

Summary: He hated his life, his relatives, and most importantly, his own weakness. So when he chances upon an ancient Denarius coin, he took it. Even if it meant damning his own soul in the process. And now, he's a Denarian, the host of a Fallen Angel, and the Fallen is hungry for vengeance, and absolutely nothing will stand in his way. Based on Shezza's Denarian Renegade. Slight HP/FD.

Harry is 1 year older than cannon. He's rather dark and sarcastic. Wrong Boy-Who-Lived theme.

talking

thinking/Parsletongue/foreign language

The Rescue

7 years and 6 months later...

The moon shone through the night as it bathed the earth with its luminous light while the stars twinkled across the vast stretches of the night sky. The forest below was dark, yet had almost tranquil like aura. All in all, it was a beautiful night.

The peace and tranquility of the area was shattered by single, terrified shriek. A small figure walking through the wilderness suddenly stopped as it turned its hooded face toward the direction where he heard the scream. The figure had been wandering through the forest for a while now without knowing the direction to his destination. Now with the sound of faint shriek from a distance, the robbed figure with hood covering upper half of the face began to pick up the pace as he rushed toward his goal.

As he drew closer, the yelling grew louder and he could hear faint sound of struggle and cursing of men. Keeping to the shadows, the robbed figure crouched behind a particularly large boulder and peered over at the source of sound. Three men stood guarding the entrance of rather well-hidden hideout that seemingly melted into the background. Boxes of supplies and crates laid strewn here and there with other camping items while faint rows of lanterns illuminated the passage into the small structure.

The shriek and yelling the figure had heard seemed to be coming from inside the camouflaged, man-made building judging from a small commotion inside.

The figure smirked and thought 'All too easy. They won't know what hit 'em.'

Taking a deep breath to prepare himself, the small figure crouched and jumped into the air. Curiously, he did not fall down rapidly as he should've but seemed to almost glide in the air before landing behind the three guards with cat-like grace. Making a small, almost inaudible sound as he landed, the figure jumped to the back of nearest unsuspecting sentinel and unsheathed his dagger silently before covering the man's mouth with one hand while driving in the weapon onto his exposed neck.

The man gurgled as the dagger drove home before sagging as life faded from his eyes. The sound of man's dying gurgle and a body hitting the ground alerted other two guards as they spun around to face the unknown assailant. Before they could cry out in alarm to warn the others, two ashen wings of bone erupted from the small, robbed figure's back and struck forward, piercing their necks with deadly accuracy.

The men twitched before going still. With careless flick of his ashen wings, the corpses were flung aside so they wouldn't be accidently discovered. Withdrawing his bone wings, he stalked toward the entrance while keeping to shadows. The cursing and decidedly feminine yelling steadily grew louder with each steps he took.

The building he was in was circular with large space in the middle almost like the fabled Coliseum. It was three stories high and on each level, guards were stationed while vast majority were down at the ground floor as they talked and laughed as they leered over at something.

'Hmmm... I'll need an advantage of surprise.'

With that, he made his way to the stairs that led to top floor as men were preoccupied. He could feel the wave of emotions emitting from around him. The men emitted feelings of savage delight and lust while the building was soaked with terror, despair and misery. Frowning at the foreign emotions of others, he peered over at the object of men's attention.

A large cage was stationed off to the side where group of women were trapped within it. They were bound, gagged and blind-folded as tears ran down their cheeks. It was from them that feelings of fear came from.

'Slave traders.' He thought darkly. 'Looks like this building is their base.'

Sneering distastefully at his targets and ignoring the terrified women, he began to concentrate. 'Let's see... Where is- Aha! Found it!'

With his destination found, he made his way toward his target before encountering a guard. Slowly taking out his dagger again, he silently made his way toward the unsuspecting guard as he was leering over at the women. Jumping at the guard's back, he covered the guard's mouth to stifle his scream and plunged the dagger on to his neck as he did a while ago. He dragged the body away before it could fall to the ground and propped it against the wall.

As he made his way toward his goal, he quickly but quietly dispatched guards stationed around the top floor, leaving him to easily stand front of the room that overlooked the ground below.

A small room with closed door stood in front of him. The robbed figure could sense two emotions within the room. They radiated smugness, satisfaction and greed.

'Bingo.' With that, he quietly opened the door and immediately took in the interior of the office. Two men sat on the couches in front of a large table where stacks of gold Galleons was neatly piled on it. A metal storage stood at the corner while several wands laid on top of the desk along with several jewelries and other shiny items that looked valuable.

The men turned toward the door as they heard it open. The robbed figure could easily make out that they were the leaders of slave traders as their robes were more finely made than those of below. One man was fat and balding with beady eyes as he counted the gold coins with look of smug greed while other man was more lanky and taller. He lazily sat on the couch with one leg over the arm of the couch while drinking from a bottle of firewhiskey.

The figure on the door was rather small, almost like a child's. Hood covered the figure's upper half of the face and was dressed in entirely black muggle clothes. Only thing that stood out was a shiny silver coin that hung around the figures neck with thin chain of finely made metal.

"Hey who-" Whatever they were going to say was immediately cut off as the small figure jumped forward with inhuman speed and pierced their necks with ashen wings of bones that suddenly tore from his back. Their eyes widened and gave a wet gurgle as the figure leaned into them.

"To the victor goes the spoils." The figure whispered. With that he roughly jerked his wings apart and watched with satisfaction as his their heads were ripped from their bodies.

The blood splattered against the walls and began to pool around their corpses as it gushed from their now headless bodies. Satisfied that they were silenced without raising alarms he withdrew his wings with wet squelch and turned toward the pile of Galleons lying on the table. With a wide grin, he chuckled "Jackpot!"

Taking out a small, bottomless bag he began to dump the coins into it. After dumping the last of the coins, he began to loot the rest of the valuables that laid on the desk. While rummaging through the office for loot, his eyes landed on the metal storage on the corner. Taking out his wand he pointed at the lock and whispered "Alohomora."

The unlocking spell failed as it encountered rather heavily warded storage. Whatever it housed, it was guarded well. Shrugging at the failure, the figure muttered "Oh well, it was worth a try. Looks like I'll have to do what I always do."

With that he once again brought forth his ashen wings of bone and stabbed at the metal container. The spells and wards around it resisted the wings for a moment before failing as dark magic radiating from the wings easily overpowered them. Ripping the door from its hinges, he looked inside and his face broke into even bigger grin at the more gold stored inside it along with several items and jewelries that looked they could fetch rather high prices. Eagerly dumping the contents into the bottomless bag, he encountered several files.

Curiously flipping it open, he found a map and several documents. On the map, it displayed locations of other bases but this one seemed to be the main one. Brief scan of the documents showed that it detailed their plans and "goods" that they smuggled.

"Huh, well I would love to go visit the other bases and loot them but they are too far." Shrugging, he tossed the files onto the table. As he was about to leave, he paused at wands lying on the desk. After a brief moment of thought, he decided to put them into the bag as well.

With one last sneer at the corpses of disgusting men, he strode out from the office he had stripped of valuables. Upon his exit, he immediately grimaced as foreign emotions bombarded his mental walls. Peering over the rails, he looked toward the source of still-going struggle. A group of five men surrounded a small figure that seemed to be fighting them.

A young girl, with long silver blonde hair that reached up to her upper back valiantly struggled against her attackers. With a snarl, she drew back her hand and a ball of fire formed around it. With a yell, she threw it at one of the men who were holding her. Her target gave a loud scream as it connected with his face and burned his skin along with his hair. One of his friends immediately conjured water from his wand and put out the fire.

'Well what do you know... A Veela. The girl is quite talented to have conjured up the Lustfire at such a young age. Not to mention, she is STILL struggling.'The robbed figure turned his head away from them and looked at the speaker. A woman materialized next to him as she looked at the ongoing struggle with hint of curiosity.

She was the most beautiful woman he had seen during his entire life. Her dark hair sparkled under the dim light and deep, soul-alluring silver eyes regarded him with fondness and affection when she turned toward him. Her full lips were reddish pink that seemed to slightly curve upward with hint of mischief and smile whenever she spoke to him. Her skin was faint alabaster like his although hers was a shade lighter while dressed in a white and silver dress seemed to sway gently along with her movement and hugged her beautifully shaped body. All in all, she looked like a goddess.

"That girl is a Veela? Why I haven't noticed with her fire-throwing ability." The figure snorted with sarcasm. Chuckling at his antic, the woman turned to him.

'What will you do my beloved Aries? Shall we just go or will you dispatch them?' She asked.

Aries sighed. "Their cursing is getting rather annoying and I might as well finish what I started since I did their leader and friends a favor by ending their pathetic existence. Can't give one without the other. After all, favoritism is not fair."

"Got any plans Meciel?" He asked.

'While you would normally dispatch them from the shadows without exposing yourself, in this situation there isn't much places to hide. This building was designed so that their prisoners wouldn't get away by hiding. Charging in is the only option we have. We have element of surprise for now and change into Bone Wyrm, your magic is still developing and you can't use spells that are too powerful just yet.' Meciel spoke in her melodious voice.

Looking over at the caged women, he said "They are all blindfolded. Good, that will help us out since they won't see anything." With that he leaped into the air and descended onto the five unsuspecting men below.

.oOo.

By now the men had subdued the girl and tied her hands behind her back while blindfolding her and gagging her mouth like other women. Leering at the girl, one of the men grunted in French.

"Damn, this girl took quite a while. Shall we break her as punishment?" He said while licking his lips in anticipation.

"No, we will fetch higher prices if she is undamaged. Some people will pay high prices to have a Veela child as their toy." A burly man, who was the leader of the five grunted back.

"Such a shame. I never had a Veela before." Another man replied.

"Yea well-" One of the man was suddenly cut off as something large crushed him as it fell on top of him with a mighty roar.

.oOo.

As the figure descended, he let the dark power flow through his veins as he felt intoxicating pleasure envelop him along with smell of burning sulphur. As the power flowed throughout his body, he felt his body shift and morph into something bigger. Something much more powerful. With smell of sulphur invading his nostrils, he changed into a demon.

Two ashen wings, made out of iron-hard bone with sharp blades on its edges, jutted out from his back. His entire body lengthened and grew bigger until his small child-like frame transformed into towering seven foot. His arms shot forward as it lengthened and grew powerful, bulky muscles covered with thick armor-like scales and plates of bones. His hands changed as deadly looking claws emerged from his long, thick fingers made entirely out of ashen bones while his hands turned beefy and scaled. His legs thickened and grew longer as it sported powerful muscles to uphold his heavy frame while his pants were sucked into his body. His five-toed feet changed into four-clawed feet with three on the front and one on the back while his shoes disappeared. His chest expanded as his lungs grew bigger and thick muscles, accompanied by armored plates of ashen bones, surrounded his chest. Plates of armored bones formed on top of thick muscles around his shoulders and trailed down to his waist in order to protect his vital organs. A thick tail, with plates of bone armor, jutted out from back of his hips and ended with wicked looking blade. His head transformed as his mouth extended outward in reptilian snout filled with sharp teeth. His nose changed into thin snake-like slits. His hair clumped together and flattened on to his skull and changed into ashen horns that adorned his head like wicked looking crown. Lastly, his eyes finally changed as they became sharp slits. Two sets of eyes appeared on his face, one set glowing eerily green while other glowing luminescent silver. A glowing silver sigil appeared on his forehead, a sword pointing downward with two lightning bolts next to it while bird-like wings surrounded the sword and lightning bolts, the same sigil as the one engraved on Meciel's coin that hung around his neck.

With a mighty roar, he descended on one of the man and crushed him beneath his weight. His wings lashed out and pierced two man on his sides while with his claws tore off head of the leader. The man behind him let out a shriek of terror before his tail swung to the side and slashed open his stomach with its sharp blade before sending him flying across the ground. Other men on the ground floor immediately cried out in alarm as they leaped on to their feet before sending curses and hexes on his way.

With another roar, he leaped on them while dodging the spells sent his way with unnatural speed that belied his towering form.

.oOo.

Eddy was terrified. Things have been going so well for past week or so. They had captured lot of attractive young women through combination of trickery, force and cunning. The highlight of the week had been when they captured the Veela child that they just subdued moments ago. Apparently, she was the eldest daughter of Sebastian Delacour, French Ministry of Magic's head of the Department of Foreign Affairs and one of its top ranking officials and a very rich man. Many people knew that he had married a half-Veela and looked at him with jealousy while some others, especially blood-purists saw this as a transgression for he was a pureblood.

Now if they could've played their cards right and blackmailed him, they could receive enormous amount of ransom and live the luxurious lifestyle they could only dream of. He was stationed as a guard on the second level and grunted in annoyance; he would've preferred much more if he was on the ground below with others as they leered at the barely clothes women in the cage.

The little hellion turned out to be a quite a challenge. The moment she woke up, she immediately began to kick and scream as his friends surrounded her. They had forgotten that she was a Veela when they saw her throwing fireballs at the unlucky fool. They had managed to restrain her with Petrificus Totalus until they blindfolded, gagged, and tied her like others.

Then suddenly something dropped on top of them and everything turned into a pandemonium. It had dispatched five men in mere seconds and was tearing apart those below as he nimbly dodged spells with surprising agility despite its size as he and others from upstairs sent spell after spell at it.

He watched with satisfaction when his dark cutting spell and Bombarda spell it its shoulder and chest respectively through a dumb luck. To his shock and fear, the hexes bounced back or simply shattered upon impact from creature's armored plates. Shrugging off the spells that impacted with it, the beast simply went on with its slaughter as if it never got hit.

His comrades began to yell out "What the hell is this!" "Kill it!" "Help!"

They were quickly silenced. As he look on with wide, terrified eyes Eddy could see it was something that resembled a humanoid dragon. Its hulking frame was supported by two thick, muscular legs that ended with four-clawed feet. Its arms were bulging with muscles and covered with plates of bone armor while on its hands five fingers that looked like claws tore through flash and bones with ease. The tail swung lazily through the air and ended with sharp blade. Wings of ashen bones that looked like those of bird's were constantly in motion as it slashed with their sharp blades. Its reptilian heads was terrifying sight to behold as two sets of eyes, one set eerily green while other luminescent silver seemed to pierce everything with its merely gaze.

He had never heard or seen such thing, until now. A terrified scream tore through past his trembling lips as he shrieked in terror "Demon! A demon! Run!"

With the battle forgotten, he turned and ran out for the exit since the building was warded with anti-apparation and anti-portkey wards to protect them from aurors. Now, it served as their undoing. Apparently finished with those below, the demon turned its gaze toward those above and spread his bone wings. Dark, black emerald flames enveloped the bones and spread to the space in between them and jumped toward them with wings of fire. With one or two flaps with its burning wings, it was upon him.

He heard terrified screams from his comrades as it tore them apart with its hands, spilling blood on the walls, the floor, and itself but it did not notice any of these things. With his friends dead, the demon turned its searing gaze to him before snatching him up by grabbing his head with its big, beefy, scaled hands and tearing his head from his body.

.oOo.

Fleur Delacour was scared. First, she was stunned by someone and when she woke up, she was in this dreadful place with disgusting looking men around her who leered over her body with lecherous grins. As she turned her head toward the side, she saw scantily clothed woman who were blindfolded, gagged and tied while inside the cage.

Cold weight saddled on her stomach as she realized who they were. Slave traders. She immediately began to struggle and succeeded in freeing her hands while kicking with her feet toward her captors. Immediately, five of them sought to grabbed her but her fear, combined with adrenaline rushing through her body, lent her some strength before she drew back her hand and felt warm power flow into it.

Her mother had explained how Veelas could change into large humanoid, bird-like creatures and throw fireballs when they became angry or under extreme emotional stress. Now with terror flowing through her, her Veela power emerged from its dormant state earlier than it should've and heeded her call for help.

She watched as fire formed in her hands before throwing it at the man who had his hands little too close to her thigh than she liked and watched with satisfaction as his face burned. Unfortunately, one of his friends seemed to snap out of his stupor before quickly casting watering charm on him and petrifying her with Petrificus Totalus.

With her body petrified, she could only helplessly look on as they tied her hands behind her back and gagged her with a piece of cloth and blindfolding her. Preventing her from any form of escape. Then she heard what these men say and it sent shiver down her spine and couldn't help but feel the tears escape from her eyes.

"Damn, this girl took quite a while. Shall we break her as punishment?" She heard one of them say it.

"No, we will fetch higher prices if she is undamaged. Some people will pay high prices to have a Veela child as their toy." At that she felt relief at the first part before sending more fear through her body at the second part.

"Such a shame. I never had a Veela before." Another man said.

"Yea well-" Whatever he was going to say was suddenly cut off something large seemed to land on top of him and she could hear the bones crack on the impact and felt the shock as the ground trembled.

Among the cries of surprise, Fleur heard something that sent her into panic: a powerful bestial roar that rattled her teeth and sent her shrinking back as her Veela side immediately recognized a predator unlike any other. She tried to scream out in terror and struggled against her binds but all she managed was a muffled scream.

Screams of pain and gasps of dying invaded her ear along with mighty roar of the great beast. At that moment, Fleur never felt so scared in her life. She had literally flown out of frying pan and into the fire as she instinctively drew her legs close to her chest in effort to hide and make herself as small as possible. Among the sounds of slaughter, she could barely make out the sound of whimpers of other woman as they too, felt primal fear course through their veins.

Then Fleur suddenly heard a terrified shout "Demon! A demon! Run!" Then a sudden rush of air as the sound of fire roared into existence before hearing a flapping sound that sounded more like a small thunder with each beat.

More screams followed before the last shriek was cut off with a loud SQUELCH.

All was silent until they heard a loud roar that echoed throughout the place as the thing roared with satisfaction and victory in a primal way to proclaim its triumph to the world. Then with a flapping sound, it landed on the ground where she and other woman were. Unlike them Fleur was still out in the open where the men had left her while the women were inside the cage.

'So this is it. This is how it ends, devoured by the beast that killed my captors.' She thought.

Footsteps sounded as it drew closer to her and Fleur began to whimper in fear. Whatever control she had left was destroyed as it stopped right in front of her. Squeezing her eyes tight she prepared for a blow to finish her.

'Please let this painless! I don't want to be hurt!' She prayed.

She was very surprised when soft, human hands removed her gags along with her binds. Finally they removed her blindfold and opened her eyes to look into the swirling pool of piercing, dark emerald eyes that literally glowed with raging power and darkness. They radiated such intensity that made her bit uncomfortable and feel as if she was a tiny bug under that muggle device called microscope. It seemed pierced through all her defenses and leer into her very soul.

.oOo.

The demon flapped its flaming wings before landing on the ground with a small thud, where it first landed before. Releasing the dark power that flowed through him with intoxicating pleasure and rushing power, the demon began to turn into its original shape.

'You did well Beloved. You got the money and disposed you enemies.'Meciel softly spoke in his mind.

Sighing as pleasure faded away from his consciousness, Aries turned around to look at his surroundings. Corpses lay strewn here and there missing limbs and in some cases, literally torn in half. The walls were splattered with blood of the fallen and pooled around the bodies. He, himself was almost soaked with blood.

'Well I got the money, did the world a favor by killing these pathetic assholes, and saved a bunch of almost naked girls. Not bad for a day's work.' He thought smugly.

A faint sound of muffled whimper caught his eyes. The young girl with silvery blond hair from before was trying to edge away from his direction while the women in the cage seemed to shrink away from him and huddled together to find comfort in each other's presence before their supposed "doom."

He stalked forward to the girl who seemed to shiver more violently with each step he took before stopping in front of her. Sighing in annoyance, he gently untied the gag and the bindings before removing the blindfold. The girl slowly opened her eyes and they widened as she looked into his eyes. They were a pair of brilliant sapphire blue that seemed to sparkle with life, surprise, relief and exhaustion while having a dazed expression on her face.

"Somebody ordered a heroic rescue?" He said while smirking smugly down at her.

That seemed to snap her out of stupor as she curiously flicked her wide eyes upward, away from his eyes and blood splattered face, to where his lightning shaped scar lay half hidden by the bangs of his messy black hair.

"You saved me..." She replied in French as her wide sapphire blue eyes took in his appearance.

His eyes widened as he realized his mistake. 'Shit! I forgot to bring my hoods up!'

Quickly bring up his hood to cover half of his face while turning away, he still replied in English. "Where are the damned keys?"

Looking around the bloody carnage, he growled in annoyance and whipped out his wand. He said "Screw this! Accio cage key!"

A chain of keys flew out from a pocket of one of the mangled corpses and landed on his hand. Twirling his wand around his fingers, he handed the keys to the girl. "Here, take this and unlock the cage. Go free the prisoners."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Here are the wands I found." He took out his bottomless bag and reached inside and took out dozens of wands or so before tossing them at the girl who clumsily caught them as she was still in the state of shock.

With that, he turned to leave but was stopped as the girl stumbled after him while saying something in French, which he had no idea of.

"Wait! Who are you?" She cried out.

Suddenly, he stiffened before whirling around to face her. No, his eyes were looking at what was beyond her.

'Aurors! Looks like they finally found the place due to high level of magic being cast and the sound of battle!' Meciel hissed in his mind.

"Tsk! Gotta run!" He replied. With that, he turned and swiftly ran away from the direction of entrance to back door exit he found while slipping in.

Kicking open the door, he quickly scanned the area before muttering simple disillusionment charm to hide himself. As the yelling of the aurors grew louder along with number of pops as they apparated outside of the structure, the boy began to run. His demonic power allowing him to run faster than any normal human could and quickly vanished into the night

.oOo.

Fleur watched as the boy turned and ran away from the entrance. Desperate to know who had saved her, she was about to follow him but a cry forced her to stop.

"Fleur! Where are you! Are you here!" A voice cried out.

Turning toward the source of the yell, Fleur turned back and yelled back "I'm here daddy!"

Sebastian Delacour, along with dozens of aurors, blasted open the entrance door and strode in. Upon seeing his eldest daughter running toward him, he rushed past the aurors and got down on his knee as silver bullet slammed into him.

"Thank Merlin you are safe! Are you ok? Are you hurt?" Sebastian asked frantically after hugging his precious daughter to his chest in a bear hug.

Fleur wept with relief as she cried tears of joy upon seeing her dad. "I'm fine daddy! They didn't hurt me! I am fine."

"I was so worried when I found out you were missing! I searched everywhere for you and I'm so sorry it took so long." Sebastian said with relief upon hearing his daughter was fine.

"They tied me up but someone rescued me!" Fleur said while hugging her father.

It was then he actually looked around his surroundings. It was an utter carnage. Blood was splattered everywhere and pooled around mangled bodies that were brutally torn apart. Aurors had opened the cage and were helping untying the scared women while conjuring up blankets to cover their shivering bodies.

"Somebody saved you? Who?" Sebastian asked.

"They blindfolded me and tied me up but I heard a bestial roar. Something landed on the ground and fought the men who kidnapped me!" Fleur said frantically.

"I thought it was going to kill me but a boy came and removed my binds and blindfolds!" She continued.

"A beast? That was what caused all this? And who is the boy? Where is he?" Sebastion said as his brows scrunched together in confusion.

"I don't know papa but he ran away as soon as he freed me. He ran toward the exit at the back I think." Fleur replied.

Leading his daughter out of the bloodbath, he gave her to the mediwizards and witches as he quickly conversed with the other aurors. They revealed that women they spoke with all said the same thing. Something landed in middle of the floor with bestial roar and proceeded to slaughter the men. Next thing they know, they heard a young voice of a girl speaking with another voice that decidedly sounded like a male child before he hurried off few moments before their arrival. It was said that the boy spoke must be a British as he spoke in English.

.oOo.

As Fleur was being examined by mediwizards and witches, her thoughts wandered to her mysterious savior. The boy had the most piercing emerald eyes than anyone she knew. She didn't know what the bestial roar was but was sure it was connected to the boy somehow. She wasn't stupid, she was very intelligent and could deduce that the boy had somehow saved her from her captors although she couldn't figure out how he was connected to the roaring beast.

The boy had an almond shaped eyes and messy, raven black hair that seemed to reached up to his jaws while his bangs reached just above his eyes. It contrasted sharply with alabaster skin and his eyes. It was his eyes that commanded the most attention. They were swirling pools of power and a hint of frightening darkness and they pinned her to where she was. A lightning shaped scar on his forehead and was half hidden by his bangs but her sharp eyesight caught it. Judging by his size, he would be no older than she was. He must be around nine or ten. Despite his age, he was quite handsome.

She blushed and shook her head to clear those thoughts. 'I need to get stronger. I was saved by a luck and I can't afford to be in another situation like this again. I won't be as lucky then.' She thought.

Turning her thoughts to her mysterious savior once more she thought. 'I hope one day we see each other again so that I may thank you. I will be stronger when I see you once more and I hope to learn your name next time...'

Whew finally finished with this chapter! Took quite long but I'm satisfied with it. I know Meciel was created by Shezza88's Denarian Series but she essential for this story and I got the permission to base my story off hers.