AN: Hello everyone and here we are, to a new story, that was originally a challenge that I decied to take on. This challenge called Najenda's Child created by Quatermass he posted on Gabriel Herrol's forums. Now enjoy the first chapter :)

The Empire - Capital

In a large capital city, we see the Imperial Empire standing out and proud in the night with the lights shining in the night sky. The Empire is a superpower that has lasted for over 1000 years, boasting vast territories and resources. Its capital city is enormous, covering roughly 200,000 sq. kilometers, and is encircled on all sides by a huge wall. The capital's various districts are separated by large canals through which trade ships run. Beyond the capital, the country seems to be mostly rural with an unknown number of cities and villages spread throughout. The exact size of the Empire itself has yet to be revealed. Three other countries border the Empire to the north, south, and west while the Empire's eastern boundary is the coastline of a great ocean.

It may be great but it wasn't and darkness hides in the Empire, evil of corruption and demons among the land of the living that corrupted humans take part of.

The darkness of crime and corruption came strong largely due to the ascension of the current Prime Minister Honest, who cares only for his own pleasure. His time has been marked by an increase in government corruption, an economic recession, eroding public order, rampant poverty, and great dissatisfaction amongst the people. As a result of the Prime Minister's excesses, there have been numerous uprisings from both inside and outside the Empire that have had to be put down by force. In addition, there have been many defections from the Imperial military, including several generals, and this has led to the birth of the Revolutionary Army, a group dedicated to the Empire's total overthrow and change it for the better.

Within the Revolutionary Army, there's a group of assassins that take part in the most assassination and actions on changing the Empire for the better by killing the corruption and the demons. And one of their targets dies tonight.

In a church, we see a priest who was running for his life as the very devil was after him and grunted in pain as he held onto his missing arm that was shot off, not so long ago. This priest was being hunted down for his crimes of using his power of the church and close connections with the Prime Minister. He was guilty of assaulting women & children, having men killed for false crimes he created or he himself had done personally, and using his name to get everything he wanted.

And that draws the attention to a certain group hunting him down like the mad dog he is, one of the assassins was going to finish it off.

Click, Bang!

A sound of a pistol being loaned and fired was heard throughout the church, the powerful bullet blasting another limb off the priest, his right leg and made fall onto the ground hard.

The sounds of footsteps got the priest's attention and saw the young man in his late teens, or in the priest's eyes, the Devil himself walking towards him. He wore a black shirt, black fingerless gloves, black pants with a silver belt holding it up, and black combat shoes. He had a red frock overcoat with a red cape added to it, the color being a kid to blood or flames. He also had a red fedora hat which black hair as night can be seen and wore a pure of glasses which his eyes were green as the forest but are slit like a cat or dragon, hissing at his prey. He had two hip holsters on his hips for his pistols which one was silver and another black in color. He had a blade of some kind in its stealth on his back. This was the Warlock of Night Raid, one of the assassins in the group and a powerful one at that.

"Wel, what do I have here? A piece of shit trying to escape," Warlock said with a smirk on his face.

"Please spare me! I can give you whatever you want. Money! Frame! Women! Children! Hell, I let you kill the men! Mercy please!" The priest begged for his life.

"Mercy? All out of mercy," Warlock said with a savage grin appearing on his face as he brought out his pistols, a pure black one that had the name 'Jackal' craved into the side, unloading his whole clip into the piece of shit into he was nothing but a pile of flesh for people to see.

"Pathetic, no fun but he is a piece of shit," Warlock thought as he put his hat back on and leave the church, his target was done and the mission wasn't over as he must report back to base. He was doing a sole mission due to the others doing another mission and gaining more information for their next missions.

Warlock or we know is Hadrian or Harry for short by that his friends and family called. He once Harry Potter, the Boy Who Live or Wrong Boy Who Live, he didn't care about that or about the pathetic Wizarding World. Bunch of pieces of shit to him and didn't want anything to do with that world, not after what happened a year ago.

Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Harry was adopted two years before he ever gained his Hogwarts letter and his life changed. His relatives, hateful & racists bastards, dumb into the cold and harsh winter in the night with nothing but the clothes on his back. The Uncle and Aunt wanted to get rid of the freak and praying that freeze to death. Oh, how wrong they are and something happened for Harry.

Harry's powerful magical abilities awaken to save his life and teleported him to a whole new world unlike ever he seen before. He woke in the Empire, one of the low streets, Red Light as it was called, being the poorest and harsh one to live in. He was alone and didn't want to do in this strange and new area he was in but felt free after so long and away from the hard treatment he gained from his so-call relatives. They are not family and he will be happy that they die in a hole, or burn in hell.

Harry would have been lost but was found one day on the streets of the capital by a soldier passing by, who pitty such a young boy being left to rote out on the streets like an animal. That soldier happened to be the newest general of the empire, General Najenda who decied to take Harry with her and later adopted him as her own son after feeling a bond with him.

Harry smiled on that memory, how Najenda found him and treated him as her son, in all but blood, and was happy for the life he has. Sure, it wasn't easy on growing up and little time, but Najenda made time for her son and treated him like family should, kindness and everything. His mother made sure to stay away from a good number of the Empire's higher-ups, not going to allow her son to be kidnapped but did allow a good number of people to know her and he to them, which one of them was interesting and aunt/big sister figure for our assassin hero to have.

Harry was happy in this life he had and followed his mother on the path she took, knowing it was the right one and won't leave his mother alone, not after she has done for him.

Our Warlock has work to do as he had a feeling the Wizarding World will try to get him back by force. Won't be the first time and a storm was coming.

But that storm will be pushed back by our favorite assassin group for sure.