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Chapter 1
I am Kratos SaDiablo, a Black Jewelled Warlord Prince. My father is Saetan SaDiablo, High Lord of Hell, Black Jeweled Black Widow Warlord Prince, Prince of Darkness, and High Priest of the Hourglass. I was found in Kaeleer, the Shadow Realm, over 2000 years ago, and adopted into the SaDiablo family. I was taught by my father, who adopted me until my Birthright Ceremony.
I came away wearing the Red, and that bitch, Dorothea, took me away from my father, and forced me into service. She placed the Ring of Obediance on me, and made me into a pleasure slave.
After 300 years, she brought in Daemon, my brother, and put the Ring on him, putting him through the same things she put me through. After watching the torchure she put him through, I escaped, and made the Offering to the Darkness, walking away with the Black. I helped Daemon to edure the cruelties that bitch put him through until he made the Offering, and helped at a distance.
It was centuries afterwards, that Tersa, Daemon's mother, prophecied that Witch was closer to being born. The Blood who were in the room at the time are long since dead, but we still remember. Daemon and I remain strong and patient, but Luciver, our brother, gave up in waiting. Poor, poor Luciver. Last I heard he was in the Salt Mines in Pruul, serving under that bitch Zuultah.
Daemon was sent to Beldon Mor after he killed, no, mutilated, Cornelia's body. I must admit, I like what he did to her. I followed Daemon, keeping watch on him like I promised Father, and my blood boiled while I watched as the bitches Alexandra and Leland used him so blatently and cruely.
But, what pissed me off so much, was the child, Jaenelle's, treatment in that so-called 'mental hospital' Briarwood. Oh yes, I know exactly what that place was built for. I was ordered to watch the building work being done. That bitch Dorothea knew what I though of Kartane, her son's, 'hobby'.
It sent me to the killing edge thinking about that place, and Witch was sent to that place since she was 5. I knew who, and what, she is since I first saw her. Alexandra Angelline allowed me to visit in her home for a small time, in which time I saw Jaenelle, when she was only 6 years old. I know she's met Saetan, and Hell's other occupants. I know she's been walking roads that none of the Blood has ever walked before.
I can only wish to the Darkness that those roads don't lead her to Dorothea, or Heketah, why Father once married her I don't know. I watched as the Angelline family celebrated Winsol, and the child was left alone, as Daemon usually was. I watch as Daemon laid claim, unbeknowest to him, on Jaenelle.
I also watch as Kartane's group made unwanted advances on the girls at the 'party', and as Jaenelle protected her sister, Wilhelmina, as Jaenelle was, once again, sent to Briarwood, and Daemon threatened Alexandra. I watch as Greer, who got his slimy hands on the secondary controlling ring, bring Daemon to his knees through the Ring of Obediance, and as Daemon broke the Ring, causing half the Blood in Beldon Mor, and beyond, to die, sent to the madness that is the Twisted Kingdom, or brake them down to their Birthright Jewel.
Luckily, I had a Black Shield around myself, since my Jewel is slighty darker than Daemons, I survived the Wave of Power. I also had to watch as Daemon struggled to bring Jaenelle back to her body due to the safframate and sedative those bastards gave her. Although I desperately wanted to help, I knew I couldn't. Jaenelle asked me not to, and I did as a Warlord Prince did when their Queen requested something from them. I obeyed.
It cost my honor dearly, but I did.
Which leads me to where I am right now. One minute I was watching as Daemon, and Titian's assassin daughter Surreal, escape from Briarwoods uncles, and the next minute I find myself sprialling through darkness. A small bit of light appeared, and it got bigger. I found myself speeding toward the light and, as I hit it, I surrendered to the abyss that threatened to over take me.
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This time of the year at Hogwarts was usually busy. With a few short weeks left until the school year began again, and all the staff were preparing for their classes. Since there was no students, the castle was peaceful. The grounds were being watched over by Hagrid, who was currently walking the outskirts of the Forbidden Forrest.
He was about to return to his cabin, when a bright flash of light appeared behind him, seing it from the corner of his eye. The light was bright enough to be seen from the castle. Hagrid could tell that the Headmaster was aware of the light, and, as he was the closest, went to investigate.
He was shocked to see a man, about 21, maybe 23, lying on the ground, face down. Even from the distance he was, he could tell that the man was uncontious. He went over, and, carefully, turned him over. The man's features were so familiar, yet so foreign.
Hagrid went to check for injuries, when his eyes opened. Golden green eyes stared at him, boreing into his own brown eyes. Then, his eyes turned predatory, and he leapt back, adopting a tight fighting stance.
"Who are you?" He hissed, his eyes uncontiously darting to the side to find an escape route. Hagrid looked shocked, then he took a cautious step toward him. The man responded by letting out a snarl that would do any feline predator proud.
"Who are you?" He demanded more clearly.
"Meh name's Hagrid. What's your name?" He said in a voice that would be used to soothe a scared and defensive animal.
"Kratos. Kratos SaDiablo." He peered suspiciously at him.
"Where is this?" He asked, adopting a calmer fighting stance. Hagrid blinked owlishly.
"Hogwarts." He replyed. Kratos looked confused.
"Where's that?" Hagrid was baffled at the genuine look of confusion on his face.
"It's in Britain." He received a confused look, and didn't know what else to say. Kratos looked toward the school, and raised an eyebrow.
"It's like the Hall. Minus the dark, almost creepy, look." He muttered to himself, but then tensed as he sensed someone coming closer. His lips curled into a snarl, growled slightly. Hagrid looked confused for a second, before remembering that the Staff in the school would have seen the light, and would be coming to investigate.
Hagrid looked around, trying to find where they were coming, when he saw several figures coming closer. He turned to Kratos, and saw a flawless cold facial mask on his face. His eyes were as cold as ice, and his posture was rigid, but ready to fight should the need arise. Hagrid watched as the figures came closer, and immediantly recognised Severus Snape, Dumbledore, McGonigall, Flitwik, James Potter (the DADA professor), and Remus Lupin (just visting).
When they noticed Kratos standing there, they pulled out their wands, and pointed them at him. Kratos merely raised an eyebrow, and made a lazy flicking motion with his hand. The wands flew out of their hands, and landed a little way off. They stared in shock at their wands, then at Kratos, who gave them a lazy, sleepy, smile. They exchanged looks of shock, then gaped at him. Kratos smirked, then he seemed to vanish into thin air.
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A/N: Well, that was fun to write. Stay tuned for the next chapter.
