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Derek POV;
Derek woke up with a roar that could only count as feral. The pain of losing a pack bond was like losing a limb. The pain of losing a mate was even worse, even if the bond wasn't completed yet.
It felt like his heart was cut out straight out of his chest.
The fog he had felt for the last couple of weeks was lifted, but the pain made him crumble to the floor. He withered on the floor, grasping at the broken bond and hoping that he could pull it back. He was panting heavily, and he could feel cold shifting over his body from the breeze that blew through the apartment.
He started sobbing uncontrollably, not knowing who it was he lost. The pain was too much and blocked everything other.
Derek could feel his beta shift come forward, and he roared again.
His anchors weren't enough.
He was lost.
He couldn't be found, not by himself.
He needed his mates, but they were gone.
He let the beast take over.
Somewhere he heard a door open, and he snarled, transforming fully into his second form. The form that could comfort him for now, now that all other was lost.
''What the hell?!'' A shriek sounded. But he didn't understand the words anymore.
He snarled at the intruder. Warning them off, but the intruder didn't listen.
''If I wanted a puppy, I would've asked for it!'' They yelled before throwing something at him.
He howled in pain for a moment from the strange intrusion before he took control again.
Without a second warning, he lunged at the intruder. Biting, scratching, and tearing through clothes and flesh. They screamed in pain, and he reveled in it.
They tasted black as tar, and he shook out his snout, trying to get rid of the nasty taste. But he was soon back on the attack when he saw that it wasn't done.
When he finally didn't hear another heartbeat, he deemed the kill a success.
He knew that the flesh wasn't for eating. And left the body, he made his way out of the structure he was in. Sniffing out where he needed to go. Soon he found himself in the forest. Between the trees, he took off on a run.
Instinct telling him where to go.
When he finally reached a house, he whined. The house smelled like smoke and death but also like family.
He made his way up the porch, whining when he smelled all the fear and death inside.
The hurt inside him wasn't gone, but he would stay here for a while.
Somewhere he knew that his pack would find him. He lets out another howl, full of sorrow and grief. Hoping that his pack would come soon.
Harry's POV;
Harry opened his eyes and was met with endless white. Groaning, he sat up. He rubbed his face, choking back a sob.
This time he wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to leave the world. He didn't want to leave his new friends, his new family, his pack.
His mates.
The last time he died, he accepted it, sure he would miss Hermione, Luna, Neville, and at the time also Ron, Ginny, and all the other Weasley's.
But this time, this time, he hadn't accepted anything.
He wanted to live, for the first time in.. he couldn't even remember. He wanted to grow old with Stiles and Derek. He wanted to watch the pack grow, even more, grow even closer.
He wanted to finish American High School. He wanted to go to college. He wanted to see if Hermione got her head out of her ass and would end up with Lydia and Draco.
He wanted to see Teddy grow up. Be with the pack, play during the full moon in his wolf form. Running with Harry, his godfather.
He wanted to see Erica and Boyd being completely besotted with each other.
He hoped George would find peace with the pack. Would find his happiness again.
He wanted Stiles and Derek to be okay. To be safe. He hoped they would still stay together. But something in him told him that they would never be together in the way they had with the three of them.
This time he couldn't choke back the sob, and he let his tears fall. He curled around his knees, feeling the emptiness inside him where his pack bonds and partial mate bonds had been. The ache of feeling completely alone hits him hard.
''Master,''
Harry swirls around and looks at the deity that is tethered to him. Something he still isn't completely comfortable with.
''Death,'' He swallows heavily and looks down at his knees again. He feels Death walking closer but doesn't look up at the deity. He feels like a failure for being here again.
''Pretty pathetic, isn't it?'' He mumbles, still staring at his knees. He hears Death hum, but doesn't get an answer. ''I'm probably the only Master of Death that keeps dying.'' He looks up when he feels her fingers under his chin, tilting his chin up so she can look in his eyes.
''You know, just as I do, that Death is unavoidable. Something you have seen in your years on Earth.''
Harry nods. He does understand. Death doesn't discriminate, and everybody needs to meet their end eventually. He just hoped it wasn't his time yet.
Death grips his chin harder, and Harry forces his eyes to the deity again. A little startled from the treatment. The last time he was here, he talked to Dumbledore's form. Something he needed at that moment.
He doesn't know what he needs now, but it seems like Death is going to give it to him.
''But it wasn't your time, Master.''
A little sliver of hope seeps into his stomach. He doesn't dare to ask the question out loud, afraid of the answer, but he knows the hope shines in his eyes.
''You need to return. You will not get a choice in this.'' How she says, it seems like an order, but there is a little smirk dancing on her lips.
It doesn't last long, though, because she sobers again.
''Your mates will be lost without you, correction. They are lost without you. You anchored them, just like you anchor me.'' She gave him a sad smile, and Harry couldn't help but return it. Somehow he seemed to finally understand what it meant to be Master of Death.
It wasn't about the extra power he got or the title that would make the regular witch or wizard shake in their boots.
Death needed him to anchor her to the mortal realm.
''But- I died.'' He tells her with a pleading look. Hoping that this isn't a joke, hoping that she means what she is saying, hoping that he isn't misreading her.
A twinkling laugh escapes the deity. It startles him for a moment. She then leans down and kisses him on the forehead. It's such a loving gesture that Harry is completely taken aback.
''My apologies, I sometimes forget that you are still a child. You foolish boy. You're the Master of Death, and you can just ask.'' The smile she gives him warms him even if she is insulting him.
''It can't be that simple,'' Harry says with wide eyes.
She settles on her knees in front of him, and it's such a mortal gesture that Harry feels unbalanced. She seems younger somehow, even if she looks as if frozen in time. She seems more approachable at this moment. Something Harry appreciates.
She takes his hands in hers, and for some reason, Harry expected to feel cold fingers, but she feels warm.
''For you it is. Just ask, Harry,''
Harry takes a deep breath, knowing she is trying to make him feel more comfortable. He breathes out.
''Can I return to my world, please?''
She gives him another smile, and Harry feels himself blink, and when he opens his eyes, it's with a gasp, and he falls off the couch he was lying on with a yelp.
''WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! YOU WERE DEAD!'' He hears someone shriek.
Harry is still shaking out his head which feels full of cotton when he's tackled to the ground. He groans from the impact and spits out several wild curls that have flown in his mouth.
He tightens his arms around his best friend, who is sobbing uncontrollably on his chest.
''I'm okay, I'm okay, Hermione, I'm here,'' He tries to soothe her, but the words don't seem to register.
He keeps his hold on her while he sits up, wanting to look around desperately for Stiles and hopefully Derek. How long had he been dead? Could it be that Derek is free again?
Hermione just clings to him, not wanting to let him go at all.
Harry feels the same, but he needs to know where Stiles and Derek are. He looks around the room and sees completely stunned eyes on him from everybody.
Draco seems so freaking relieved that he's trembling and sagging against the wall, something he hadn't expected, but oh- yeah, Harry jumped in front of Draco so he wouldn't be killed by his own father.
George has an arm wrapped around Isaac, and his eyes are full of tears, but his grin is wide. Lydia is staring in awe at him, which is a little uncomfortable, so he looks away. The flabbergasted looks on Boyd, Erica, Jackson, Danny, Peter, John, and Chris are something Harry wants to bottle to laugh at later, but not right now. It's probably still a bit raw.
He also thinks it was Jackson that shrieked earlier, but that's not important right now.
The naked relief in Andromeda and Narcissa's eyes is something that makes him blush.
''Where are Stiles and Derek?'' He finally asks, fearing that something has happened. Could Derek still be in Darach's claws?
That's possible, but where the hell is Stiles? He expected Stiles to be clinging to him, just like Hermione is. But he's nowhere to be seen.
The pack suddenly isn't meeting his eyes, and even Hermione is pulling back out of his arms, but he tightens them again, not ready to let go right now. He thinks he needs the support.
Nobody answers him. He sees John sitting down heavily and putting his face in his hands.
''Where are they?'' He demands, now filling his voice with his magic. It's an automatic response to his emotions, he knows, but he still feels guilty to use his powers to demand answers.
''Derek is wild, his bond-'' Erica starts but can't finish. She twists with a harsh swallow and puts her head on Boyd's shoulder.
''We think Derek has gone feral.'' Cora finishes with a stoic look. Something Harry knows is a self-defense mechanism for her.
''Can he come back from that?'' He twists to look at Peter, begging him for answers. Knowing he will have them.
Peter swallows but nods.
''It's possible, but- but not alone, he needs his anchor to pull him back.''
Harry nods, now understanding what Death meant. He was also Derek's anchor, and with his death, Derek became feral, but if he was Derek's anchor, he just knows that Stiles also was Derek's anchor, but they-
''And Stiles?'' He looks at John now.
John still has his face in his hands, but he seems to know that Harry is talking to him because he drops them, and Harry sees a heartbroken man.
''He-he isn't dead, he can't be, Death would've told me!'' Harry starts angry, just knowing that the deity would never lie to him about something like this.
''Harry,'' Hermoine says softly, touching his face so he will look at her and look away from the broken form of Stiles's father.
When their eyes meet, her eyes are brimming with tears. ''Stiles went to the Nemeton alone, and-and something happened. We don't know for sure what exactly, but Scott is with Allison talking to Deaton, he seems to have an idea what could've come out of the Nemeton, but he needed to verify it with a Kitsune or something. But Stiles-'' Hermione looks lost for a moment and looks back at Lydia for support.
Lydia looks at Harry. ''Stiles seems to be possessed.'' She whispers before putting her hand on her heart.
''I feel his bond, but- it's dark, it's not the same. From what I've found in the books, a pack bond can feel like that if a pack member is terminally ill, or if magic is thrown in the mix, when the pack member is possessed.'' Lydia finishes explaining. Still rubbing her heart as if it hurts.
Harry immediately touches his own chest, now focussing on his own pack bonds.
He feels what they mean with Derek's bond. It seems wild, feral as if Derek isn't at home anymore in his own soul.
He then reaches out to Stiles's bond and immediately recoils from the sheer sickness that seeps from the bond. He shivers and gags. He cannot imagine what Stiles must be going through.
Harry feels himself shaking, and Hermione leans into him some more. He takes the comfort gratefully.
''Okay, so we are getting Derek back first, and together we are going to find Stiles and take down whatever is happening. Deal?'' He looks around the room, and he doesn't get an enthusiastic response.
''And how do you think that will work? We don't know what Derek's anchor is, and we don't even know for sure what is wrong with Stiles! We certainly don't know how to fucking stop him from being possessed!'' Cora explodes, turning into her beta form in her anger and snarling.
Harry stays calm and coaxes Hermione off his lap before standing. Jackson and Isaac are in front of Cora, afraid that she will attack.
''We do know what Derek's anchor is, and let's hope that Deaton will give us some answers. Otherwise, we still will find out how to help Stiles, even if it will take some time. We will find a way. Do you want to know why?'' He speaks to the entire room, not only to Cora, but she answers him with a shake of her head.
''Because we are the Hale pack 2.0,'' He says with a smirk looking around the room when he hears some chuckles and giggles.
''You can laugh, but you know I'm right. We are the Hale pack of Beacon Hills, and we will get our pack members back.'' He sees the determination return in most of their eyes.
He looks at Cora again and sees the raw fear in her eyes, but she nods. ''We are the Hale pack 2.0,'' She looks around the room and shifts to her beta form before throwing her head back and howling.
All the wolves follow immediately, proud that they are in this strong pack. The humans join quickly, and Harry can't help the laugh that escapes him. He's filled with hope. Knowing that he has his pack. His family.
John walks up to him and claps a hand on his shoulder, and squeezes.
''We are not going to give up.'' Harry declares, looking John straight in the eye. John takes a deep breath, steeling himself before he nods in understanding. ''You're a good kid.'' John croaks out, and Harry smiles at him.
''Potter!'' Draco hisses, and Harry swivels around to look at his former enemy. But Draco hasn't felt like an enemy for a long time now, ever since he threw his wand at Harry in the final fight against Voldemort.
''Malfoy,'' Harry replies warily when Draco seems to stalk towards him. He wasn't reading this wrong, right? If Draco was going to hit him, he would seriously be pissed off. But before Harry could do anything, Draco has pulled him in a hug.
Harry is frozen for a moment before clapping Draco awkwardly on his back, he meets George's eyes over Draco's shoulder, and George is clearly hiding his laughter. Harry probably looks very shocked at this sudden progress.
''Thank you for saving me,'' Draco says stiffly before pulling back. ''But if you ever do anything stupid like that again, I will make sure Hermione will kill you.''
''I-I... I'm so confused right now,'' Harry finally says with a frown.
Draco scoffs and rolls his eyes. ''Of course, you are, Potter.''
Harry shakes his head, done with the weirdness for now and desperate to change the subject. ''What happened with your father?'' Harry asks, feeling a little reluctant to know. Afraid that Lucius got away again.
What he doesn't expect, however, is for Draco to turn pink.
He mumbles something, but Harry doesn't catch it. ''Sorry, what did you say?'' He notices that Erica has burst into laughter.
Draco sighs. ''Granger turned him into a ferret.''
Harry is stunned for a moment before he doubles over in laughter. ''You're kidding, right?!'' He finally gasps out between laughter, but Draco just shakes his head with a facepalm.
He laughs again, knowing that it's probably a little hysterical because of the adrenaline and all the shit that is happening at the moment.
''Okay, okay, okay,'' He says when he finally has calmed down enough. He wipes the tears from his face and takes a deep breath.
''I needed that,'' He says and is met with a couple of chuckles. ''Now, I'm going to bring back my feral boyfriend, sorry, mate, and then we are going to save Stiles.'' He declares and is immediately met with skeptical questions and incredulous expressions.
''We don't even know where Derek is!''
''How do you think you're gonna do that, Wonderboy?''
''Are you trying to get yourself killed again? Feral werewolves are dangerous!''
''Harry James Potter! You need to rest first. You can't just barge into the forest and hope for the best!''
Harry shrugs, ''You clearly all forgot something.'' He declares, and it shuts everyone up. They are now staring at him with various frowns.
Harry looks at Hermione and smirks. ''I'm the chosen one.''
Before Hermione can open her mouth to give him probably a good smackdown, he apparates away.
When Harry lands on the porch of the old Hale house, he should have known that Derek would end up here if he had gone feral. To be honest, Harry doesn't know what to expect, but after taking one step, he is being pinned down by a big black wolf with emerald eyes. And that was definitely not it.
''Derek?'' He gasps out. The wolf growls, but not in a menacing way, more like a warning not to move.
''Derek, it's me, Harry-'' The wolf growls again, and Harry groans when the wolf pushes down on his sternum.
''Ugh, now I truly understand why Stiles calls you Sourwolf.'' He whines out. The wolf huffs and Harry thinks he's getting somewhere, but maybe he is approaching this the wrong way.
''Don't kill me, Der. It would be a bitch to come back, again.'' Harry grumbles before tilting his neck, offering it to the feral Alpha in front of him.
The wolf stills on top of him for a moment before he's in movement again. Harry feels a cold nose running from his collarbone to his ear.
Before he knows what is happening, he feels the wolf shift. Harry opens his eyes again and is surprised to see Derek above him in his human form.
Harry grins, and just when he wants to open his mouth to talk to his boyfriend, Derek shifts into his beta form and bites him on the shoulder.
Harry gasps when the mate bond comes to life inside him, and it's so intense that tears spring to his eyes.
''Derekderekderekderekderekder-'' He practically chants while the bond settels. He feels more than hears Derek growl.
When Derek finally pulls back, Harry feels a little fucked out, he feels like he had a very passionate orgasm, and the bond inside him feels so full of DerekDerekDerek, but it sings to him with extreme love and devotion. He has never felt anything like it.
Derek is staring at him as if he's the moon and stars, and Harry can't help himself he surges up and takes Derek's mouth in a bruising kiss.
Harry tastes the metallic of his blood, but he doesn't care for now. The only thing that matters is that Derek is his, the only thing they are missing is Stiles, but this is the first time that Harry has ever felt this whole. He can't imagine how it will be when Stiles joins them.
''Stiles is gonna be so pissed he's the last one,'' Harry breathes out to Derek's lips after a heavy make-out session.
Derek's voice is like gravel, and Harry doesn't even bother to suppress his shiver. ''He'll get over it eventually. It's not like we have had sex without him,'' Derek noses Harry's neck again, and Harry tilts it back without a thought. Derek makes a rumbling noise that Stiles would definitely make fun of.
A pang goes off in Harry's chest. They are not out of the woods yet. Yes, Derek is back, but Stiles still needs their help.
Derek doesn't know this yet and is now kissing Harry's jaw, making his thoughts trail off.
''No, but that's probably going to make him even more pissed off because we're now mated without sex. He was so looking forward to sex,'' Harry replies, a little breathless.
''Can we please stop talking about sex?'' Derek asks strained.
''Derek, you're twenty, and Stiles will be eighteen in ten months. I am already eighteen. We know we are going to be together forever. Why do we need to wait? You are nothing like her. Get that into your thick skull.'' Harry says exasperatedly.
Derek pulls back and frowns. It's then that Harry notices that Derek is completely naked, and he seems a lot more interested in sex than he says.
''Harry-''
''Derek, you know I'm right, just think about it. But we have more important stuff going on right now.'' Harry says, and he pushes Derek's chest a little so he will climb off.
Derek seems confused, and Harry sighs. He rubs his hands through his hair and bites his lip.
''Harry, what is wrong?'' Derek asks, he grabs Harry's hand, and Harry lets himself be pulled into Derek's warm chest.
''Stiles- he's-'' Before Harry can finish, Derek lets out a painful-sounding whine.
''Stiles- is Stiles the one that died?'' Derek looks absolutely wrecked with that question alone.
''No! No, Stiles is still alive, but there is something else wrong with him, and he really needs our help, so we need to go-''
Derek shakes his head as if getting rid of something that's stuck in his head. ''But- I felt one of you die, I know it was one of you because of the partial mate bond, and you're right in front of me- Harry, what is happening?''
Harry grimaces. ''Well, technically, I was the one that died.'' He rushes out, hoping that Derek won't overreact.
Derek blinks at him before giving him a stoic look. ''That isn't funny, Har-''
''It's not a joke, but you know, you do remember that I'm like, the Master of Death? Well, Death told me that it wasn't my time yet, and let me go again, you know I'm not entirely sure either how it happened-''
''WHAT?!'' Derek roars, making a couple of birds fly away.
''Salazar, Derek, inside voice-'' Harry says with a wince before he's being pulled into Derek's arms again and heavily scent marked.
''But-but- H-how?''
''Der, I honestly don't have any idea about the how, but I'm here, and I'm okay, and you're not feral anymore, and we need to help Stiles, and after, I'm probably going to collapse for about a week-'' He's rambling, he knows he is, but it's a little like a coping mechanism. He misses Stiles, even if it has been only a couple of hours to him. He misses him so, so much. Derek saves them both for more rambling by putting his hand over Harry's mouth.
''We will talk about this,'' He says without it being a question. Harry just nods.
''Come on, let's go home. Then you can tell me more about what is happening with Stiles and what we can do to help him.'' Harry nods again and then pulls Derek's hand away.
''Hold on, and don't puke,''
Derek grumbles something, but Harry is already apparating them home.
Void Stiles POV;
They kick the bloody remains of the Darach and grimace. Not because of the sight, they couldn't care less, but they hoped to create some chaos with her.
Eh, too bad.
''Stilesssssssss, you're being boringggggg,'' They whine, already knowing they won't get an answer from the young wizard whose body they are in.
As expected, the boy doesn't respond. They sigh dramatically. ''Stilessss, you were so much more fun when screaming.''
They had hoped to create some despair through Beacon Hills. With Stiles's mind, they had been sure it would be amazing. The boy had been called Mischief when he was younger. Go figure! But the little shit had blocked his mind as soon as they had taken over. Shut every attempt at helping, he just lends his body, and with it, blocks out his own emotions and despair because damn, the boy has some issues.
They sigh again very dramatically.
''If you don't respond, we will go kill some random people, your choice!'' They exclaim with a manic grin, knowing that the boy will respond to that. Righteous bastard.
You won't.
''YES! We will,'' They're ecstatic that their move worked. Finally, the boy responds!
You can't.
They snort, feeling amused by the boy.
''Of course, we can, we just walk out of here, and maybe into a hospital or- or- or the Sheriff's station,'' They smile broadly, already imagining all the ways that the people will scream and shout. They get all tingly inside.
You can't.
And this time, this time they listen a little more closely to the boy.
Does he sound amused?
''Why are you amused?'' They ask with a frown, what is the boy doing?
Because you can't leave this place.
They freeze in the pacing they had started, still frowning. They turn to the entrance/exit.
''Of course, we can, Dummy. Why couldn't we? The door is right there,'' They wave towards the door and are already walking towards it.
The boy is silent again, and they sigh. That was that part of the entertainment.
They step through the door and cackle, nothing happened, of course, nothing happened. What was the boy going to do? They can't do shit like this.
They take another couple of steps, singing to themselves, still bored, but there is violence on the horizon, so they feel better.
That is until their body lurches, and they double over in the middle of the loft they started in. Nauseous and confused for a moment until rage slams into him.
''What the-''
Told ya.
They grind their teeth together. ''Stilesssssss. What. Did. You. Do.''
Make sure you can't leave.
They can feel the boy gloating. ''What. Did. You. Do!?'' They screech into the room, but no answer comes.
They start throwing furniture, try to shatter the windows, and destroy a couple of walls, but every time they try to leave the loft, they find themself back in the middle, feeling sicker to their stomach every time they try.
''You're going to pay for this.'' They snarl, but a non-amused laugh is what they get back.
You can't hurt me any more than I'm already hurting.
They laugh at the dramatic answer.
''You're pathetic, so you lost your boyfriend-'' they scoff. The boy is silent in their head.
''You could have made something out of your life still after losing him,'' They roll their eyes, can't believe they are actually saying this, ''-but you chose to surrender your body to a chaos demon, a dark kitsune, and now you are playing with them, which is seriously pissing them off.'' They end darkly.
The boy hums.
You haven't felt the pain of losing a mate.
They start to laugh, and laugh, and laugh, tears stream over their cheeks.
''He was your mate?! My, my, no wonder you went all -'' They wave their hand around to encompass themselves.
Then they grin ferally. ''Oh, Stilesssssss, you forgot one thing,''
What?
They rub their hands together, knowing that they have the boy now.
''We can't leave, but we can make your pack come here,''
No.
''Yes!'' They laugh harshly and immediately pull on the bonds they can feel inside the boy. The wizard is screaming in his head, chanting nonononononononono, but they ignore him.
They know that the pack will come to the distress call Stiles sends their way, not knowing that the pack will meet them.
They gather the shadows around them, and out of it, step nine Oni. They grin ferally at the display. ''You will protect us against the wolves and magic people that will come barge in here, are we clear?!'' They growl, demanding obedience from them.
The Oni nod in response, making them laugh.
''Stilesss! We can't wait for the party to come here!'' They croon, hoping that they can rile the wizard up even more.
The wizard, unfortunately, stays silent inside of them. They sag a little and pout. ''You're no fun.'' They growl. They take a seat on the stairs and rest their head on their knuckles.
The chaos it will create when the pack sees their beloved packmate struggling, ah, it feels incredible. They take a deep breath, feeling indestructible.
It doesn't take long before they hear the thundering footsteps on the stairs. They grin and stand, spreading their arms in welcome while the Oni take their place around them.
''My, my, my, what a welcome,'' They croon, grinning when the wolves enter the room fully prepared for a fight.
''Stiles?'' A blonde wolf asks with pleading eyes, saying the name as a complete sentence.
''That isn't Stiles. That isn't my son!'' The boy's father hisses with tears in his eyes.
They start to laugh. The voice echoes through the empty room, making it sound hollow.
''Stilessssss, your loving daddy even joined the party, what shall we do, what shall we do? Ripping? Slashing? Whatever shall we do?''
The boy whimpers in their head, and he cackles.
The pack is starting to shift with nervousness and anxiety. They just know that chaos will erupt soon, and they can practically taste it. They close their eyes and moan in anticipation.
''Puppies, the lot of you, and here we thought we would get a real fight. Stilesssssss, too bad your mates are lost, gone, pooffff, away from this world.'' They blow their hands apart in a motion of an explosion and laugh again when the boy starts to sob in their head.
''I think you need an update about his mates.'' Someone growls, and they can't pinpoint the one that spoke. The boy wizard perks up in their head, and they don't like it.
''What do you mean?'' They tilt their head while watching the pack shift again.
This time two boys step forward, one radiating power in his Alpha-ness. Blegh, they hate Alpha wolves. And one-
They stumble back in shock. The power radiating from the other is- it's something they haven't ever seen.
''What are you?!'' They hiss while making sure that they are surrounded by Oni. The Oni take a fighting stance, agitating the wolves even more.
The mouth of the powerful one lifts in a smirk. ''I'm your worst nightmare.''
The lame response makes them shiver, and suddenly the boy starts to fight back.
They double over when the boy tries to take back control over his body.
''STILES!'' They snarl. They see the pack starting to move and order the Oni to attack.
They crumple to the floor while the fight starts around them.
GET OUT!
''Fuck off!'' They start to cough and spew black bile all over the floor.
Get. Out!
They whimper, not expecting the boy to be this powerful. How can he suddenly fight back? Stiles had lost his anchors. He had lost his mates- They snap their eyes to the Alpha and powerful wizard - those are the boy's mates.
''Kill them! Kill them first!'' They bellow to the Oni. Who immediately attack the powerful wizard and Alpha.
They wipe their face, and their hand comes back full of black blood.
''Silver is their weakness!'' They hear someone shriek in the distance, but they need to focus on getting the boy back in control.
''Stiles! Stop fighting! You already let me in! You can't kill me!''
Watch me.
The world tilts, and they find themselves gasping on the floor of a complete white floor with Stiles hovering above them. Stiles pulls his fist back and hits them full in the face. They are disorientated for a moment before bucking Stiles off them.
The wizard doesn't give up easily and tackles them back to the floor. Hitting everywhere he can reach. They start to laugh, louder and louder, until Stiles falters.
Then they grab Stiles's neck and pull him close, snarling in his face and spitting the black blood in his face.
''I'm a thousand years old! You can't kill me!''
''Maybe I can't, but I know someone who can.'' The boy snarls back. He then pushes them both, and the world tilts again.
They are heaving on the floor, disorientated, when they suddenly see they are no longer in the boy's body.
They start to laugh again. While turning, they spot Stiles struggling upright, glaring at them with the effect of a puppy.
''Who's help, huh, Stiles? Nobody can kill me!''
''I bet that Death could do the job,'' Stiles pants with a grin.
''Death? Death?!'' They lose it and laugh harshly.
''You are a mere boy. You wouldn't know Death!'' They spat at the boy.
The boy smirks, and it's eery.
''But I do know the Master of Death,'' Stiles tells them before turning his head to look at the powerful wizard.
The powerful wizard is already walking toward them. With every step, more power starts to curl around him, and his eyes turn luminescent green.
They scramble back away from the wizard. They look around to find the Oni, demanding protection, only to see that the pack is standing victorious between the shadows.
They know they lost, but they still laugh.
''You can't kill me,'' They snarl. The powerful wizard, the Master of Death, as Stiles called him, stops walking towards him, just five feet away, but it seems so far and also so close.
''Death comes for everyone, even if it's in five minutes or five centuries. They will come for everyone. You are no exception.'' The Master says with certainty.
They lunge at the wizard, wanting to squeeze the life out of him. How dare he stop their plans? How dare he stop them!?
But before they can reach the wizard, something even more powerful slams into them. They scream and scream, but nobody seems moved in the room, as if they can't hear them. Or simply don't care.
You have quite caused me some work over the years, Void.
They can only gape when the deity they just know is Death steps up to them from out of nowhere.
''We-'' A cough rattles their body, ''-are your mere servants,'' They would bow if it would be possible, but even they seem to understand that it's over.
Death gives him something like a smile, but on the deity, it seems unnatural, out of place.
Then you can stop serving.
Stiles POV;
The screaming that follows Death's entrance is something that will probably haunt Stiles until the end of days, but he can't bother with feeling sorry for Void.
He has seen Void's thoughts and ideas. The chaos and destruction he wanted to unleash would've been devastating for Beacon Hills, and after that, America, and finally, the world.
Maybe he could've been stopped by someone, eventually, but Void had learned to see the patterns that Stiles prided himself on being so good at.
It would've taken a long time before Void would've been stopped. Stiles started shaking on the floor. He couldn't believe he had been that weak, that desperate, that he allowed Void in his head. He felt so ashamed of himself. And now the whole pack had seen what he had done. His father had taken one look at Void and immediately knew that it wasn't Stiles.
Dammit, Stiles had given up way too soon. After finding out that Harry was dead, he just lost it.
And now, now he would lose everyone.
He had tried desperately to stop Void from leaving the loft they had come to. When he had noticed that Derek wasn't there and that the Darach had been killed thoroughly, he couldn't quell the hope he had felt.
But he didn't dare to hope that Derek was fine. He couldn't be after what happened.
And then Stiles had seen through Void's eyes that Derek and Harry were both alive, ready to fight, ready for Void, even if he was wearing Stiles's face.
Stiles deserved it. Seeing the disgust and anger on their faces, but he couldn't get himself to look them in the eye right now. He just couldn't.
He knew that if he saw it right now, he would break beyond repair.
Stiles stiffened when someone knelt next to him, touching his shoulder softly.
''Stiles?'' Harry asked softly, and Stiles shook his head.
''Stiles, look at us.'' That was Derek's voice, and Stiles choked back a sob. He thought he would never hear it again.
''Just do it.'' He croaked out, already knowing that they wanted to kick him out. Well, he could keep it together until the harsh words had passed.
It was silent for a moment, ''Do what, Stiles?'' Harry asked, still in a soft voice that made Stiles ache inside.
''Yell, scream, kick me out of the pack, just do it,'' Stiles whispered.
Pained whines were heard through the entire loft, surprising Stiles for a moment.
''Oh, baby-'' Derek started before pulling Stiles to his warm chest and placing a kiss on Stiles's head. Stiles held himself stiff, not completely sure what was happening. ''-we finally have you back. We aren't ever going to lose you again.''
And Stiles broke.
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