The Wizard the Knight and the Pragmatist

This story is written in 1st person narrative. Both Harry Dresden and Methos are telling us the story. The transitions are clearly marked for the reader. The story takes place in the Dresden Files Book Universe immediately after the end of Small Favors (2008).

Disclaimer - The Dresden files are the sole property of Jim Butcher. Highlander (Methos) is the property of Davis-Panzer Productions.

I wish to thank my editor BCF for correcting all my crazy spelling. I wish to thank my Beta Reader RJ Bingham who spent much of his own time learning the Dresden Files Universe so he could Beta this Fan-Fiction. I would encourage everyone to go read his stories, they are both well written and fun. The can be found at (.net/u/2428181/R_J_Bingham)

Chapter 7

Methos and the power of Amoracchius?

Methos' narrative:

Tessa and her lieutenants never left my side. I still remembered seeing her as the child when I saw her father sell her to the Temple of Isis in Thessalonica to pay the bills from his failing business. Polonius Lartessa was the name I called her back then. She was only five years old the first time I saw her, so sweet and still innocent. I did my best to tried to buy her contract back from the Temple but I found there was nothing I could do to save her from her servitude to the Goddess Isis. So I moved on, but she never forgot me and what I tried to do for her. Years later, after Polonius, Lartessa (Tessa) had become possessed with Imariel a fallen angel and became a member of the Order of the Blackened Denarius. It was then she went looking for me. Lartessa finally found me, Methos the immortal, and found I had a traveling companion with me, another immortal named Kronos. Then she seduced both of us with the power of the Order of the Blackened Denarius. Polonius Lartessa seduced me too and took me as her lover. As for The Fallen for me she picked Lasciel the fallen angel, also known as the Seducer, the Web weaver and the Temptress.

I do not know which of the Fallen Kronos held, I never asked. As for Lasciel, I only wore her symbol maybe the few hundred years and then placed it in a lead box, and I carried it with me from camp to camp. But the shadow of the fallen angel Lasciel exists in my mind for almost one thousand years more. She continued to offer me power during that time and she took up residence in the unused portions of my brain, with the intent of tempting me to continually to take up the amulet and becoming a member, a full member once again, of the Order of the Blackened Denarius. Lasciel often tempts me with various abilities, which I refuse. Some of the time I bargained with her, saying that I needed her help to fool Kronos into believing I was one of the Order of the Blackened Denarius. She did manage to bribe me with my love of learning, typically in the form of her photographic memory. In exchange, I continued to be death on a horse and rape pillage and murder until found a way to push her out of my mind completely. I always retained that photographic memory, it has been my curse for there are many things I wish I could forget. Tessa never forgave me for jilting her as a lover; I guess she always cared for me in her own sick way.

Kronos never wanted to be anything but an Order of the Blackened Denarius, but had reached an agreement with his fallen angel where Kronos retained most of his own personality, he was back enough to make the fallen angel happy I guess. Tessa knew Kronos had died in 1997 and I had the amulet of the fallen angel he had possessed, and she wanted it back. Tessa had Lasciel's coin and wanted her to join with me again. She did her best to get me to take the coin up again, but I was having nothing to do with The Order of the Blackened Denarius again. Tessa and I were old friends and lovers and she could tell after a short time that getting me to take up a coin would be a fruitless action. She knew I was immortal, and she also had the options of finding the immortal wizard and offering him my head or having some fun with me. But she hadn't found him yet, and she decided it would be much more fun to torture me instead. I was chained to a wall naked, but I wasn't about to give in.

Tessa choose to rip off pieces of my skin hoping this would cause unbearable pain or suffering to me. When mutilation wasn't getting the results she wanted, Polonius Lartessa tormented me by cutting me, then sticking knifes, nails, throwing stars, really anything sharp and metal in my skin. The pain was agonizing and she let my skin heal around the objects then pushed then in deeper or turned them. I was a living pin cushion. I must have died many times but I would revive, still in anguish, misery, torment and suffering.

"Methos you will break and give me amulet that Kronos wore" Tessa told me. "Even if you do not, I will give you to the wizard who is like you, an immortal, and he will take your head. So you are not leaving here alive, unless you take back Lasciel. Methos we are old friends, I do not want to see you die, perhaps if I give you some time to think about your situation. Remember the nights we spent together, we shared a lot you and I. You have survived over 5000 years why died now? When it so easy to stay alive," Tessa taunted me.

"Tessa I spent over to one thousand years raping, murdering and destroying, at Lasciel's command. I will never be controlled by a demon again. I have thousands of regrets I have to live with every day of my life because of that time. The first time I was seduced by the power, the glory, and you. I was young and knew nothing but death and killing. I did not trust mortals but now I have changed, I refuse your offer; maybe it is better to die than to fall back into that world again." The idea of Dresden saving me was looking less and less likely; this might be the end, I didn't want to die because I believed in death there would be only nothingness, no heaven or hell to greet me. I surprised even myself that I would choose death over the coin; could the power of Amoracchius really be affecting me?

There was a time not long ago that I would do anything to survive, but not now, I felt different I knew I couldn't live with the idea of becoming that monster again. I cursed Dresden it had to be the power of that bloody damn sword Amoracchius why else would I choose death over the strength that coin could give me? I am Methos and I always survive; now I am dying just because I have possession of a magical sword? Worst of all it isn't even my sword; Amoracchius is only a loner!

End chapter 7

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Chapter 8 -Methos and the Archangel