"What are you, what are you really? I know the gods, I've met them and fought against them, but what are you?" Salem asked, slowly stepping away from the obsidian skeleton, her hands still shaking from what you just experienced.

"You know what I am, deep within what remains of your soul, you simply wish for me to confirm what you already know. I've said it to you before, but it appears I must tell you once again. I am Death."

"If you are Death, then why are you here? Death is an all-encompassing aspect of the universe, so how could you be Death?" She asked, only to take a much quicker step back when Harry stood from his black throne, his cloak of darkness shifting like some evil creature, before he suddenly stood before her.

"Why were you looking for me?" Harry's question brought realization to Salem, why she had come all the way out here, to this barren wasteland, and what had she had been looking for.

"I thought to find power, power to destroy the beings that cursed me, and power to finally kill the man that betrayed me. I did not know it would be you, just that the legends of this place said that all who came here were given power."

"My power is not yours to have, you would not be able to comprehend it. It would fracture your mind, drive you over the edge of the abyss, destroy your body for all of eternity, and your soul would be erased from existence itself."

With each description, each telling of what would happen to her if she had succeeded, Salem's hellfire eyes widened more more. She could not die, but she could feel pain, and an eternity of such destruction would not be worth it. Yet still, her desire for revenge could not be stated so easily. Those gods, the man she once loved, they needed to pay!

"These gods that cursed you, where are they?" There is something new in Harry's tone, despite it still sounding completely dead, and Salem could only describe it as anger.

"Gone, after wiping humanity from existence the first time and shattering the moon."

"They've tampered with death, given something that wasn't theirs to give, and so have doomed themselves," Harry's power did not rise, his sword did not appear, he did not bring the moon crashing down upon them, and yet Salem had never felt so afraid of one person.

"I know of a way to bring them back, my former love had told me of one such way, but it may take a while," Salem could see it now, the opportunity now presented to her, she could have her revenge and destroy that man's dream.

"Then you shall tell me everything."

(Several Millennia Later, Salem's Castle)

Salem couldn't help the grin that formed on her pale face as she sat on her throne, having gained something she thought once lost forever. Death, or Harry as she had come to know him, had given her hope. For the first time since she had been cursed, Salem felt like almost everything was right in the world. Her own dark God, the embodiment of death itself, the being that she worshiped now, had finally entered the game. It was perfect, now there was nothing that could stand in her way, and soon those brothers would pay.

"You seem happy," speak of the devil, as they say.

"Everything is going just as I'd hoped. Thank you, Harry, for everything you've done," Salem said as the human form of death suddenly appeared behind her throne, "How is your counterpart?"

"He is not my counterpart, he is not separate from me in any way, for I am here and also there. Just like the greater death, I can be everywhere if I so choose," this only seemed to further prove Salem's belief that this man was a true God, even if he said he was only death.

"And how does it feel to have an actual body again?"

"The sensations are not what I remember, but I'm adapting. Yet it's the desires, the basic instincts of lower creatures, that I find the most fascinating. Eating, sleeping, communicating with others, and the desire to procreate are both new and old to me," Harry explained as Salem got up from her throne and walked around it to stand in front of him, red and emerald eyes connecting.

"Then perhaps, if you so desire, I can help you become reacquainted with them," she couldn't deny her attraction to his power, his darkness, the presence of death itself.

"In the last several millennia that I have known you, never before have you looked upon me with such eyes. Yet, at the same time, this new body of mine is also attracted to you and strongly desires you. So tell me, why do this now?" She should've seen this coming, she'd known him for long enough, but still it was a bit frustrating.

"Because, now you have a body I can work with," honesty was the best policy.

Perhaps it was being somewhat human again, or perhaps it was something else entirely, but Harry now felt a new desire. His body grew warm and his right hand reached up to cup her pale cheek. Harry at least remembered how to do this, the most basic form of affection between those that desire to mate. It was his first kiss, in what seemed like eternity, and it was worth it.

"Let me worship you, my Death."

(Meanwhile)

The following day had been rather interesting, given that he had been catapulted into a massive forest and was told to gather a specific artifact that was apparently held within it. This would have been such a problem if Ozpin had actually come up with a better way to form the teams. Even Dumbledore, as crazy as he was, allowed a magical artifact to separate everyone in the proper houses depending on their personality types. Still, Harry couldn't deny how exhilarating it was to suddenly find himself airborne without being the one to do it. However, that did not mean he would not land under his own power. It wasn't anything flashy, flashy was so boring, for instead he just willed his body to slowly float to the ground below.

"Well that was...fascinating," Harry commented, his emerald eyes scanning the area while his true senses enveloped the entire forest itself.

It was as if the shadow had suddenly fallen upon them, if only for a brief second, and for a moment every living creature felt the presence of death. Now knowing where everyone, not to mention everything, was, Harry began slowly making his way towards where the relics were kept. It was along the way that several Grimm took notice of him, their connection to their mistress letting them know that this man was not to be harmed, and kept their distance. They knew what he could do, they knew what he was, and they were afraid.

"Now, which partner do I desire?" after all, since he could be more than one place, Harry had the pick of the lot.