Part VIII
Harry and Draco stared in awe. The son of the Dark Lord… they've summoned the son. Harry couldn't help but feel disappointed as their week's effort was for nothing as the two stared at the scantily clad demon. He fell to his knees which caused the demon to smirk. Harry's hands shook as he moved them up to stare at his mark, tears starting to fill his eyes. "We failed," he said in a weak voice. "Draco… we failed to summon him!"
"Harry, it's okay," Draco said.
"We've done everything—everything! I fricking bled for the summoning!" Harry cried out. "And we didn't even get Lucifer!"
"Ha! Was that your goal mage?" the demon Blaise laughed. "Summoning my father?"
Harry frowned while Draco squeezed his hand. "How do we know that he even is your father, demon?" he asked.
"Easy… why don't we have the marked one describe him?" Blaise smirked. "Well cutie?"
Harry looked up at the demon. "You want me to describe Lucifer?" he asked.
"Correct mage," Blaise nodded.
"He's beautiful," Harry said automatically. "Indescribably so. His skin is black as obsidian like yours… with eyes that burned with the passion of Hell… I haven't really gotten a good look at him but I know that our Lord is extremely physically strong."
"Yes my father is," the demon smirked, "and he bore me to be his perfect heir. In every way like him with no other stupid demon or human's D.N.A. to get in the way."
"So our Dark Lord gotten himself pregnant by himself and gave birth to you?" Draco asked.
"Indeed, and why shouldn't he? After all Father should not lower himself to mate with humans or demons when creating his perfect heir," Blaise smirked.
Harry looked up at the beautiful demon. He took a breath and took a step forward. "Lord Lucifer is your father," he said.
"Correct mage."
"Then… you should know what this is," Harry said, holding up his hand to Blaise. The demon moved faster than either Harry or Draco could react. Blaise took hold of Harry's hand. A surge of heat ran through Harry's arm causing him to gasp. Blaise pulled Harry's hand closer and examined the two black horns turned towards each other.
"Of course I do," Blaise said after a while. "That is my father's mark. He has chosen you, Harry Potter, for a very important task."
"That is why I've summoned you," Harry said with a fake confidence. "Our High Priest, Lord Voldemort, refuses to tell me your Father's purpose of choosing me. So, tell me, Blaise, Heir of Hell and Prince of Darkness and the Inferno, why did your father choose me?"
Blaise stared at Harry's mark before looking up at the small boy. Grinning, he said, "You know Harry, up close I have to say you are very beautiful, more beautiful, in fact, then all women in existence both on Earth and Hell."
"I am not a girl!" Harry yelled instinctively, trying to pull his hand out of Blaise's but fail.
"Of course, you're not, girls are annoying and disgusting and too whiny," Blaise said. "I rather have a boy who's smooth and gentle, perfect for rough treatments."
"I have a boyfriend—and this is not what I wanted to talk about!" Harry said heatedly. Blaise looked disheartened as he looked between Harry and Draco. Harry got his attention again when he demanded, "Why did your father put this mark on me."
"Hmm I don't know," the demon shrugged.
"You don't know?" Draco said angrily, "What do you mean you don't know!"
The demon Blaise looked over at Draco now, smiling lewdly, "Don't worry Draco Malfoy, I'll share my love with you too."
"That is not what we're after!" Draco fumed angrily, now openly glowering at the demon. "Demon! We summoned you, you are in our summoning circle, you have to obey our commands!"
"Oh?" Blaise said, licking his lips slightly as he looked between the two of them. "The mages believe they can command me… very well, I'll play along."
Harry was starting to get irritated. He forced himself to take a breath and looked at the beautiful demon. "Do you know why your father marked me?" he asked simply.
"I thought I told you sweet mage," Blaise purred. "No. I do not keep up with how my father treats his worshipers… whether he marks them or not it is none of my business. However, there are some things I can tell you Harry."
"Like what?" Harry asked. Blaise smirked and pulled Harry's hand closer, forcing the boy to stumble forward, almost stepping onto the stump.
"Well… for one, my father is a very bad father… having such a cute boy all to himself… and to think he wanted to break up this cute couple," Blaise chuckled. "Mage, you've mentioned a High Priest, correct?"
"Yeah… Mr. Riddle," Harry said apprehensively.
"What did he tell you about my father's mark?" Blaise asked.
Harry glanced at Draco. The taller teen quickly got to Harry's side and grabbed his free hand. Feeling is boyfriend's heat gave Harry the courage to speak freely without any hesitation to the demon. As long as he's with me, I'll be safe, he thought to himself. Looking at Blaise, he said, "Mr. Riddle… Lord Voldemort told me, told us, that I was picked by the Dark Lord, by your father, chose me in order to… in order to get me pregnant. My mother has saw him too however she did not feel the way I felt. Mr. Riddle… he had his wife do this test on me, smearing this disgusting gel or something on my stomach and use that to say that I have a womb! But the next day we went to Mrs. Weasley and she didn't see anything," Harry explained.
"I see…" Blaise said, looking strangely thoughtful. "But why would he… Harry, let me touch your stomach."
"Excuse me—" Blaise's free hand moved and pressed against Harry's stomach. Draco and Harry protested but the demon ignored them. His hand glowed a fierce red and Harry felt a heat inside him that boiled and brewed. He winced in pain, but Blaise did not seem to care as the boiling heat continued inside Harry, spreading out until his entire torso felt as though it was on fire. Then, as soon as Blaise removed his hand, it stopped. "Nope, no womb… however there is a space for it, which some male mages naturally have. However…" Again his hand pressed against Harry and the boiling pain returned. Harry screamed and Draco moved to pull Blaise's hand off—however as soon as he stepped towards the demon a third arm burst out of nowhere and grabbed Draco's hand in an iron-tight hold.
"I swear Draco darling, I will pay attention to you too but right now I'm busy with sweet Harry," the demon said. "Kindly wait."
"Bastard," Draco cursed.
"Bastard?" Blaise laughed. "Please, if you actually did summon my father, and the goal was to impregnate Harry, then he would have burnt you to ash and just take sweet Harry here. Compared to that devil, I'm a sweet angel." Finding his comment funny, Blaise laughed jollily before he continued his work. Harry's screams rang out into the forest as tears welled in his eyes. Draco struggled fruitlessly against the hand holding him back as his other hand kept tight on Harry, both boys never wanting to let go, fearing what would happen if they did so.
Once again, the pain stopped instantly as it started, and Blaise stared at Harry with a curious, almost fearful look. "I see…" he muttered. "Mage! That salve this woman used, do you remember anything about it?"
Still in shock over the pain, Harry cried openly as his breathing quickened, trying to catch a breath that wouldn't come. He could hear Draco continue to struggle and squeezed his hand for any support. Draco stopped struggling against Blaise's third hand and turned his focus on Harry.
"Will you…" Harry panted in a weak, soft voice, "will you hurt me again?"
"Excuse me?"
"He asked if you would hurt him again, bastard," Draco cursed.
"Ahh, if I was going to inspect Harry's body like that again," Blaise smirked. "No, no, the next time I'll be inspecting Harry's body it'll be more personal… but I think we can talk about that later… for now… how much do you know about this Mrs. Riddle?"
"Nothing… really," Harry said. "She doesn't talk."
"Interesting…" Blaise said. "Well, I can tell you two things Harry Potter, and don't worry Draco, I am being very serious this time, my father did mark you, that is obvious, as I can also tell you that the woman lied. You have no womb, just the natural susceptibility to developing a womb through potions and rituals that you have been born with mage… however I can sense that whatever this Mrs. Riddle did to you, it increased that susceptibility."
"Why would she do that?" Harry asked.
"I do not know… it's not like my father needs help impregnating people," Blaise hummed. He had a thoughtful expression as he considered Harry and Draco for a long moment. Harry and Draco felt like they were frozen in that moment, unable to move. "However maybe… this could be interesting indeed."
Smiling to himself, he finally released the two boys, his third arm disappearing as he took a step back. "I think I may have an idea of what is going on here, my sweet mages," he purred.
"And what is that?" Draco asked, rubbing his wrists to soothe it. Harry made for Draco's side and wrapped an arm around him protectively.
"Simply Draco," Blaise said, purring the human's name, "my father does want you for some reason Harry, perhaps some sexual reason to be sure, or maybe another… he's always looking for more humans and demons to add to his little collection of a harem. However whatever these Riddles do seemed to increase your susceptibility, why, who knows, however Harry I know a way to stop it."
"Which is what?" Harry asked.
"You need to come closer," Blaise said, glancing around cautiously the clearing at the heavy mist of essence. "You never know who might be listening in and my words are for you alone." Blaise beckoned them to step closer. Harry and Draco looked at each other hesitantly.
"Should we believe him?" Harry asked.
"I don't think we have a choice," Draco said. "Don't worry… I'll protect you." They both stepped onto the stump. They took a full step into it and Blaise's cautious face fell to a gleeful one.
Quick as lightning he grabbed Harry's and Draco's hands and laughed, "I think I'll interfere with their plans!" The flames around the stump once again burst with an angry fire, green of color that towered high into the sky. Harry and Draco shared a look of fear as they felt their bodies trapped in place, unable to move by an invisible force. Blaise was smirking at them, leering at them openly as he said, "Don't worry boys, you'll thank me in the long run but fore now, let's leave a little mark." He took Harry's hand and brought it up to his mouth. Opening his mouth wide like a snake, far wider than any human could, Blaise bit down on Harry's hand, two pointed teeth landing directly in the center of the Devil's mark. There was no blood but still Harry screamed as he felt something seep onto his hand. Draco tried to yell out to Harry but found his voice lost. After a minute of the agonizing pain, Blaise finally opened his mouth to remove Harry's hand. Still throbbing in pain, Harry stared at his mark to see that there was a new addition. Furious red, it looked like a sharp spiral perfectly in the center of the two black horns. The spiral was perfectly spaced with no imperfections, yet looked strangely pointed at times, as though it was moving when Harry stared at it long enough. Draco's screams filled the air and Harry turned his head to see that Blaise has bitten him too.
The same mark appeared on Draco's hand, throbbing angrily like Harry's as Blaise took the time to admire his work, his jaw back to looking human again. "Perfect," he smiled to himself. "This will show that you two belong to the Prince, as well as protect you from whatever nonsense the Riddles and my father are planning… if they are working together."
Harry tried talking several times, his voice rough and ashy before becoming his normal, somewhat feminine voice. "Why did you do that to us? What are you trying to do?" he demanded.
"I am trying to figure out a few things, one of them including how a mage so young and inexperienced was able to summon me, of all demons, as well as putting the two of you under my protection until this whole thing shows itself for what it really is," Blaise said. "You should be thanking me for those marks, these will protect you if the Riddles decide, for whatever reason, to go hostile. Or worse if my father appears. Because believe me Harry, you are too pretty and too innocent to join his harem, if that is what he means to do."
Harry and Draco both felt a heavy crushing feeling within them. As if the reality of the situation finally fell on the clearing as they stared at their new marks on their hands. Harry shivered as Draco's lip whimpered. Both of them were on the verge of crying. Blaise saw this and sighed, wrapping an arm around both their shoulders and pulling them closer. "Come on, buck up, eh? Not ever mage can say they've been personally marked and protected by the Prince of Darkness, eh? We three are about to spend a lot of personal time together so you really should just get used to my being here. Besides! Down the road, you two are going to be like 'thank you Blaise for marking us as yours! We love you very much.' No… alright give it some time."
Blaise shrugged and pulled the two, Harry and Draco forced to walk with him off the old stump and onto the forest ground. The mist trembled at Blaise's presence and fled. "They prude or something?" Blaise asked. "It's like they've never seen a sexily clad demon before. Well, I'm not changing. Father hates that I wear this, he thinks it's not living up to who I am, but I like it…" He looked between Harry and Draco and gave an annoyed sigh, "you know it's very hard to keep a conversation going by myself, so a little help would be much appreciated. We have a long walk to Harry's home, and my new one."
This caught the boy's attention. "What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Well it's simple really," Blaise said. "Because of those new sexy marks on your hands, you two are now bound to me… and I to you. Or more specifically, to Harry since he is the more magically powerful between the two of you, sorry Draco dear, and so because of that, where he goes, I go. Think of me as a sexy demonic familiar with all the parts you boys would ever want."
"As if I'll allow you to stay with my boyfriend!" Draco yelled. "Are you completely mental?"
"It's fine," Harry sighed. "He'll sleep with me…"
"But Harry—"
"He will sleep in my house… after my Uncles deal with him," Harry said. Draco's face brightened with realization. Harry shook his head and sighed, "We are in so much trouble Draco," he said seriously.
"Yeah well… could be worse boys," Blaise said, giving them a rather joyful smile. "You could be suck with my mother."
"I thought you said Lord Lucifer birthed you," Harry said.
"Exactly! Then we would all be in huge trouble," Blaise laughed. "Trust me mages, you certainly do not want to meet my father…"
Draco frowned, "But we worship your father," he said.
"Yeah, and all it does is inflates his ego… except the goat bits, he hates those, but past mages were prude and did not want to worship the more erotic statues I guess," Blaise shrugged. "Did you know that my father was crafted from a raven? Don't know why that guy did it though… the other angels were all made from doves but my father… guess he wanted him to be special. Oh well." Blaise gave another shrug and pulled the two closer together. Harry could feel Blaise's heat against his body and cursed his body as his cheeks reddened and his pants became slightly tight. The only strange relief was that the same thing, as far as Harry could see, was happening to Draco.
"Can I… can I ask you something?" Draco asked after five minutes of silent walking.
"Of course, you can Draco," Blaise smiled. "I'm not like my father who thinks he's so mighty that he can't be questioned at all."
Draco paused, stunned, for a moment, before saying, "You… you kept calling Harry and I mages," he said. "But that's not what we're called. We're witches. Warlocks…"
This caused Blaise to stop. "Warlocks?" he frowned. Looking down at the two boys he let out a sigh and shook his head, "This worldwide?" he asked.
"As far as I know, yes," Draco said. "Every coven is full of witches and warlocks. None of this mage stuff, that's just fantasy."
"By Satan what have you humans been teaching each other the last century or two?" Blaise sighed. "Know what? I'll sweeten our deal even more. I will personally teach the two of you everything that I know. No need to refuse sweeties, because I know that what I'll teach you two will be very useful… but before that, my dear sweet Harry Potter, let's go introduce me to your Uncles. I'm sure they're going to be thrilled at our new relationship."
