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While the majority of the kids were all glued to the television watching the news and videos of the battle fought hours ago, Hank stood outside in the night with a bandaged Scott Summers and an exuberant Katherin Pryde, or Kitty as she liked to be called, beside him. He had tracked the Blackbird as it crossed to the other side of the pond and while it was returning the sensors installed on the jet had alerted him to heavy localized EMP's being launched just around the plane.
He had tried to reach the plane by connecting the com-link on his end to the one with Charles but the disruptions were so prevalent and violent that not even a single second of contact could be made. Worried for his friends, he had been standing outside the hangar ever since, his eyes trained on the eastern side of the Mansion and the proximity sensor in front of him to see when they would be approaching.
"Who have they gone to rescue this time, professor?"
His eyes flicked towards Scott, the appointed leader of the X-men and currently suffering from a broken arm, a concussion and a myriad of bruises.
"Charles wasn't able to learn the identity of the mutant, apparently they had mental shields already, even though their powers emerged almost 24 hours ago."
"I hope it's a girl this time, there are already too many boys here."
A beep resounded through the lawn as Hank's machine started blinking red and blue lights. His eyes looking towards the machine, Hank turned towards the hangar and started running with the other two following him right behind.
The doors slid sidewards automatically as they reached them and the blue-white lights lit up, showing the advanced tech and a smattering of things lying around the floor. Reaching the table set up nearby, Hank pressed a small triangle on the seemingly clear glass which lit up with a myriad of small screens each showing something or the else.
Scott and Kitty's attention was removed from the highly advanced console as, with a small hissing sound, the roof above them folded on itself like they had seen it do countless times before.
The Blackbird lowered itself into the cavernous structure as its thrusters turned downwards to provide a steady descent. Two rod-like structures unfolded from the wings and supported the plane's weight as the hatch beneath the tail opened up and a ramp touched down the surface.
Jean, Logan, Charles and another girl came down from the Blackbird and the ramp once again blended back into the fuselage when the unknown's feet left the ramp.
While Scott ran over to Jean and started questioning the progressively irate looking telekinetic with wild gestures, Hank walked towards Logan and Charles while beside him Kitty walked towards the new girl.
"Where is Ororo? Did something happen, because the amount of thunder and EMP's around the plane were off the norm."
Logan scowled slightly while Charles just shook his head and said
"Ororo is fine, she is just fixing up a problem which brewed up in the Atlantic when too much thunder and storm force winds ended up creating a small hurricane. She will be back within seconds."
"Ororo Munroe, the woman who rarely even smiles so that she doesn't end up creating a weather anomaly created a damn Hurricane in the Atlantic?"
"No Hank, what Charles forgot to say is that we got a second newcomer today. He was the one who did the shit."
Hank chuckled a little at the thought but stopped when the other two didn't do the same. Having worked with Charles for years and also being a good reader of body language, all Hank was able to do was stare at the telepath. He opened his mouth to speak his mind but was interrupted by a flash of lightning and a rumble of thunder following after it.
"They are here, get Rogue and Kitty to prepare a room for Annabelle. Keep it as near to my office as possible, her powers are telepathic in nature."
Nodding once at Charles, Hank turned around to scour the mansion for the bubbly girl when he half-turned and asked
"Just who did you bring to the mansion this time Charles, because creating hurricanes indirectly is also no mean feat."
Amidst the thunder and roars from the ravens, Charles' response was almost lost to the winds. But when the answer echoed in his head, he almost thought himself delusional and deaf.
Because there was no way Charles would bring Ravager to the mansion. Right?
-"For a secret group of persecuted people with powers, you have a nice place to live."
"Most people are in the awe of the mansion and the grounds."
"Most people don't come from manors which are double the size of this one and have magical animals instead of mutants on their lands."
"...point taken"
Above the Xavier mansion, the pair of airborne humans descended towards the main doors, their forms silhouetted slightly against the faint moonlight streaming through the clouds.
Alighting down on the surface, Harry took a moment to look at the old manor and at the lush meadows barely discernible due to the lights installed along the paths.
"Come, everyone will be in the dining room by now. You can have dinner and then do -whatever you want."
Walking forwards Harry couldn't help but appreciate the view in front of him. Covered by jeans so tight that they looked painted on, Harry had rarely seen such a delectable derriere on anyone other than Veelas and some of his schoolmates. His concentration on those cheeks moving in tandem with Ororo's steps was broken when Ororo asked.
"If you are done, then shall we move inside?"
His eyes raising to meet Ororo's, Harry walked forwards while asking
"Why are you always so calm? Even when you were in London or flying across the Ocean I was barely able to decipher changes in your expression or heartbeat."
"My powers are tied to my emotions so I make an effort to remain emotionless. It prevents my mutation from affecting the local ecosystem and as a result cause problems on a global scale."
Deciding to think upon the emotion-power connection later, Harry opened the heavy doors in front of him. Stepping inside he saw a dozen people standing or sitting in what was obviously a living room. No one other than Charles, Jean and Hank McCoy noticed his entrance, the latter identifiable due to Logan's memories.
On a giant screen at his right side, the news was blaring with the video clips of everything recorded during the attack on New York. He saw himself with his swords captured in a blurry pic with the words 'Ravager' written in bold along it and then a photo of Captain America who was fighting almost a dozen chitauri at once but before anything else could be shown, the screen switched off. The children turned towards Charles without any delay and the telepath spoke
"Kids, we have two new mutants with us today. You have already been introduced to Annabelle by Kitty. And the second person is-"
"Harry Potter"
The children all turned towards him, each face full of curiosity as they looked at the newest member of the X-Mansion. More than one girl blushed at the sight of Harry's tall muscled frame clad in tight fitting clothes that hugged his body like second skin.
Dimly amused at the pink faces Harry walked inside, making eye contact with everyone and using legilimency to scope out the undefended minds for future use. Before he had even taken his seventh step he already had the faces of the twenty-seven minds out of the thirty-four present who weren't telepathic in nature.
Reaching the center of the room Harry stood with his back to the wall and looked around at the teens. Some had more obvious mutations such as a blue skin, animal parts like ears and tails or even wings in the case of a little girl.
Making eye contact with Charles, Harry used legilimency and spoke on the outskirts of his mind
'Are these all of the mutants at the mansion?'
'Three are currently indisposed in the infirmary due to a training accident in the Danger Room'
Nodding once at the man Harry looked at the curious faces in front of him and spoke
"My name is Harry Potter and my mutant ability is energy manipulation. I can create, direct, control any type of energy from Light and thermal energy to Electrical and Kinetic energy. I am here to teach you about fighting, survival and other such things while also getting free lodging at the same time."
The energy manipulation thing was a foolproof way to explain all the capabilities he had shown to the mutants directly or indirectly. The only part which couldn't be explained easily was his changing of forms into the Thunderbird and the Nundu but thankfully, the only ones who knew that bit were those who had been physically present in the battle, and Harry had no plans to reveal himself as Ravager anytime soon. Though he was sure that SHIELD, whose two field agents had been there in Midtown, already had his visible list of powers and capabilities.
'I wonder how they would react if they knew that I am turning into a god at the machinations of the Olympians of my Earth.'
Coming back to the present, Harry turned towards Jean and properly looked at her, his eyes moving from her auburn-red hair falling around a pale face. Her cheekbones were soft and slightly sharper at the cheeks and her eyes were jade as opposed to his emerald green.
Roving his eyes downwards, Harry's eyes roamed over her slender neck, her baggy shirt which was totally covering her up, though going by how the laser guy was staring at her it was for the best. Her legs were laid bare as she lounged in shorts, his eyes tracing every single inch of them, and he admitted internally that those legs were fine works of art. Miles long and lightly muscled, she looke-
'I would appreciate it if you stopped staring at me, one Scott is enough.'
'Why Jean? I was just appreciating the view, you can't condemn me after tempting my poor mind with such viles!'
With a groan in the physical world Jean huffed and stood up. Giving a glare to Scott and then him, the redhead walked away, but not before glaring him and those who dared to look a nice view of her ass hugged by those shorts.
Finally feeling the toll of continuous fighting and magical usage on a scale never done before, Harry turned towards the Professor and broadcasted his thoughts towards his direction.
'Can I get my room now? I want to wake up early tomorrow.'
'Sure Mr. Potter, just follow Hank here.'
Giving a nod to the telepath, Harry walked after Hank and was silently escorted to his room through the brightly lit corridors of the Mansion. He must have passed dozens of empty rooms and each time a door was left behind, Harry felt more closer to just going outside and erecting a house right in the lawn, the fact that he wanted to remain as inconspicuous as possible regarding his powers was the only thing stilling his hand. The fact that he had sensed almost five people stationed around every possible viewing point into the mansion may have also factored into his decision.
Finally, Hank stopped at the last room of the corridor, having traversed the whole mansion until they were at the back of it. Opening it, he flicked the lights on, showing a well furnished room consisting of a bed, a chair and a desk along with an almirah. There was a door which led to the bathroom, going by the smell of chlorine wafting from it. The walls were white and absolutely bare of anything except for a clock.
"The Professor thought that you would value your privacy, so your room was decided to be a bit removed from others. Also the forest is right behind your window, so that you can come and go as you please without any cameras or anyone else being aware of it. The room is yours to decorate as you wish. Good night Rava-I mean "
Changing his words midway at the growl emanating from him, Hank swiftly exited the room. As the mutant's fast breathing faded into silence, Harry turned towards the almirah and its doors opened, revealing compartments made according to the size of clothes and other things to be stored.
Conjuring a dagger, Harry placed its tip at his finger and pricked it. Extending his finger in front of him, Harry wrote in the air, the blood coming out glowing neon red and actually being left behind in the air as the runes took form. Finally done with the sequence, Harry slammed his hand forwards, pushing the runic matrix at the almirah, where the blood got absorbed in the wood.
Finally done, Harry removed his clothes, the conjurations disappearing as soon as Harry removed them from his body. In their place his basilisk-scale and Nundu hide armor materialised once again. A flick of his wrist later it vanished and appeared in the almirah, folded and hidden behind the minor blood and magic identification charm.
Walking into the bathroom, he found it well furnished with necessities, with a shower, toilet and a wash basin. Vanishing his briefs, Harry turned the shower on and stood underneath it.
As the cold water washed into his face, removing the small pieces of gore and dried blood still in his hair and other crevices of his body, Harry sank into a trance as his breathing became barely noticeable. He once again entered his mind, all of it around him as the lands of the Potter Castle.
Meadows are far as he could see, Harry barely paid the roaming Thestrals and Griffins any mind as he walked up the trodden path towards the massive doors of the castle. After crossing halfway up the path he stopped at the new feeling and things in his mind's representation.
Already he could see the effects of the power he had absorbed on his mindscape. The clouds were dark throughout the sky, at a distance Harry could easily see the humongous cumulonimbus perpetually thrumming with energy as white and blue thunder cracked throughout it. His avian instincts almost leapt out of control as the Thunderbird within shrieked joyously at the sight. Except the shrieking sound reverberated throughout his mindscape as a many-winged silhouette became visible in the storm clouds. Extensions and facets of his soul the animal spirits were, and now that he was changing at the spiritual level itself, this left no doubt that his animagus forms will change too. His further thoughts were stopped by an alarming and surprising sight.
Beneath that mother of all storms, Harry could see a newly formed sea, a representation of his powers over water. Its dark waters churning at some points while at others gentle waves lapped at the shore, each second seemed to reveal some new memory within its depths, the water changing accordingly with the emotion associated with it.
Not able to find the effect of Hades' power, Harry moved forwards and entered the Castle, the doors evaporating at his touch itself. And inside the doors, Harry saw a sight which for the first time in years managed to scare him. The pristine white marbled floor had turned into a cracked black-grey stone, red light shining within the fissures. And on this surface stood a massive Nundu, his animagus form staring at him with its giant tail swishing behind its back.
It was not the sight of the Nundu which had scared him, he had fought many Nundu's in Africa and Asia when he had first changed into the feline.
The gray-black skin along with spikes and thorns and a face which dripped bloodthirstiness made it a fearsome sight, but his spirit had mutated, for the lack of a better word, into a thing of nightmares.
From the tail to the nose, it had previously been twenty-three feet while its head was at the height of eight feet. Now, it had grown to a staggering thirty feet from the tip of the tail to its nose and its height had grown to ten feet. But it had turned even more deadlier in other ways too. The claws and fangs made of bones and minerals had now turned into some kind of metal, while the thorns and spikes on its hide had grown an inch more. The eyes, still an emerald green, had grown snake-like slits in them particularly reminiscent of a crocodile.
Its hide was peeled off in some places, showing its muscles and flesh with dried blood still present over the wounds. And everything about the creature in front of him screamed death and decay better than his necromancy ever could.
'Holy Morgana!, is this some kind of evolution my animal forms are also going through due to the infusion of powers? I expected an increase in size or perhaps a change in color. But the amount of power rolling of this thing is at least two times greater than before. I can practically see the Necromantic energy flowing through it. Hades' power turned an animal with no special powers other than speed and strength into this, what would Zeus and Poseidon' power do to a bird who has affinity for both of their domains?'
Emboldened by the prospect of reaching out to Hades' powers, Harry raised his right hand and touched the Nundu's flank. An uncomfortable feeling came over him as soon as he touched the rough hide. He removed his hand from the animal, only for his hand to stitch back to the surface. His whole mind focused on removing his hand from the rapidly heating hide, Harry couldn't even budge himself as raw, unimaginable pain washed over his very soul.
Cruciatus and dare he say it, Daphne's and Altaria's deaths had nothing on this pain. He could feel his whole mind being torn apart and then being restuffed haphazardly only to be destroyed again. In the throes of agony, Harry blacked out physically as well as mentally as he slipped into a coma due to the pain.
Downstairs, Charles Xavier and Jean Grey both looked up with wide eyes as the pain from Harry's mind bled throughout the astral plane, affecting each and every telepath around him.
Within seconds Jean was knocked out in her room, her face contorted into pain and fear as faceless hands clawed at her feet, attempting to pull her down into an endless chasm of darkness.
In his office, Charles was using every bit of his vast mental power to block out Harry's fluctuating mental blasts of pain. Surpassing Jean in power, experience and skill both, Charles was able to stay awake till the onslaught slowed down and stopped, leaving behind a strong headache for him and the three other telepaths in the mansion knocked out.
Sleep came late for the professor that night, silence in his mind even later as Harry's horrific mental screams came and went through his dreams.
Eyes snapping open, Harry had barely taken his first breath in before he stood up shakily as his whole body protested the slightest of movements. Finally on his feet, Harry looked up only for his mouth to drop open. He was standing in a giant hall, a hall made of so much gold and obsidian-like metal that almost half of his wealth would have been required for so much of the gold.
Alongside the absurd amount of wealth on display, Harry could see many tapestries adorning the walls. Lord Vishnu lying on Sheshnag, Thunder striking down a child with the sun blazing behind, Lord Shiva killing a lookalike of him and so on. Everything from the Hindu mythology and its Pantheon.
"You are in Narak-lok Harry Peverell, the hell of Hindu Pantheon and my, Yamraj's, domain."
The voice was deep and powerful in its command, much more so than Loki and Thor's words had sounded. Trepidation in his every cell, Harry turned around to see the god who had spoken. His eyes were made by pools of red fire, set in a rounded face on which a massive crown of giant horns sat. Yamraj was a terrifying looking deity, his massive yet lean frame muscled and corded like Thor. Sitting upon a throne languidly he was projecting such an aura of danger and fear that Harry could feel his head lowering itself out of the primal fear every organism had in the face of an apex predator. While hating being subservient to anyone, Daphne had tempered some of his hardheadedness enough for him to realise when he was out of his depth.
"What can I do for you Lord Yamraj?"
"You can't do anything for me Peverell, it is my mistress who has commanded your presence here. Meanwhile feel free to ask me any three questions, and I shall answer them truthfully."
While not too knowledgeable of Hindu mythology, Harry certainly knew that gods didn't give out free wishes like this. Hesitantly he asked
"Why am I being given this privilege?"
Yamraj leaned forwards, his hands coming together to lie in his lap as his red eyes stared at him.
"I am in need of your assistance Peverell, while it can be done easily by me, I cannot go in the mortal world without at least a thousand people around me dropping dead. Despite how much I concentrate I cannot reign in my power completely due a curse from millennials ago. And something like this cannot be condoned for rectification of my own blunders, so in return for three answers for any query of yours you, will help me."
If it weren't for the fact that he was in the presence of Yamraj, Harry was sure he would have had an evil, psychopathic grin on his face at the perfect opportunity to solve his biggest dilemma and roadblock.
"How do I return to my dimension or Universe?"
"I had prayed to Narayana that you won't ask that, but I will not turn back on my word. Your answer shall be given to you. You already know of the time stone which is being safeguarded by the Ancient One and that there are five others like it. The Tesseract houses another of those, the space stone, which as the name suggests, can take the bearer anywhere in the universe. If you have the Space, Time and Reality stones with you together, you will be able to get back to your world and back, but beware. As weak as you are now, you won't be able to wield the stones without burning yourself out of existence in the cataclysmic amounts of power that will be generated by the stones being brought and used together. And don't go searching for them, they have brought nought but destruction to everyone who has ever tried wielding them."
Remembering the Ancient One's words about the Time Stone being more powerful and efficient than Chronus himself, Harry could easily believe the God of Death in front of him.
"Who brought me here to this Universe?"
A frown came over Yamraj's face at that before he said
"No one did so Harry Potter, from what I was able to sense, you had unknowingly opened a portal into a dimension which is a bridge for every Universe and Dimension there is except for the divine planes. Coincidentally my mistress felt you at that time and the elder wand while merged with your magic and soul was still a speck of Lord Shiva's power. Gravitated towards his impossible power, you were also tagged along. By the time Mahadeva felt it and cut the connection off, you were left stranded in the dimensional space nearest to the Earth you are on. My mistress and Lord Shiva's own power was present in that space for a nanosecond and along with the space stone being active with another infinity stone so close to it, it was no wonder that the dimensional boundary was torn asunder and you dropped there."
"How didn't I feel any of that? I was standing before the MACUSA at one moment and the next I was in that building without any time lapse!"
"The events on such a scale are too fast for mortals to see, but now that your body is evolving along with your soul, it may be probable for you to remain conscious of such things."
Now it was the last question left and two of his foremost queries were answered. Who knew that he would be dragged to an alternate Universe just because he opened a portal and the elder wand reached out to its creat-, wait! He could ask about the origin of deathly hallows!
Turning towards the death god in front of him, Harry asked
"The Origin of Deathly Hallows."
Yamraj raised an eyebrow at him, apparently not expecting that question when Harry could have asked for anything else. His next words confirmed this
"I had expected you to ask for revival of your dead wives or at least how to bring them back, not in love with them anymore?"
Fire blazed up in his emerald eyes as he glared at the god in front of him with undisguised fury and hate on his face.
"How dare you? I loved them more than anything else in the world. I held them as I felt the final vestiges of life and magic leave their bodies along with my unborn children. There is not a day where I don't wonder about the family we may have had, but I realise that bringing their souls back would incur repercussions of some kind. Otherwise countless wizards before me have had the opportunity to peruse the libraries of the Black and Peverell families both which contain some of the most heinous and effective necromantic rituals"
"You are smart Peverell to realise the temptations and falsehoods created from the fantasy of an emotional mind. You would have been able to bring their souls back, but their bodies would have been nothing more than facsimiles and within days they would have fallen apart."
Harry shuddered with revulsion at subjecting his wives to such an act. While he missed them dearly and would do so for all of his life, it had been years since their deaths and he had learned to cope with the hole they had left behind in his life.
"The Deathly Hallows, three most powerful objects of the magical world gifted to the Peverell Bloodline by Death. All of it was true, but instead of the Death it had been one god of death and two affiliated with it. Antioch, Cadmus and Ignotus Peverell had called upon Thanatos, Lord Hades and Mahadeva."
'So the tale of the Hallows being gifts of some powerful being was true? People have literally been frolicking around with divine artifacts for millennials? Merlin! If Voldemort or Dumbledore knew about how easy gaining such things was, I don't think the Earth would have survived!'
"Antioch, the most powerful of the three, wanted to be the most powerful of all and after scouring the libraries of Alexandria and Vaikunth, he came across the mention of the god known as 'Bholenath', the one who gifted and blessed without any offerings and praise.
After that Antioch came to the Himalayasfrom where the dimensional entrance to Kailash is the nearest than everywhere. Fifteen years he sat on a stone beneath a waterfall and not once did he move or open his eyes as he chanted Mahadeva's name again and again. Impressed by his devotion when he wasn't even a worshipper of the Hindu Pantheon, he graced Antioch with his presence and granted him three wishes. Antioch asked for the most powerful wand, and he was given the Elder wand. For his second wish he asked for the wand to unleash its full potential in the hands of a Peverell only and for his third wish he wanted the wand to be indestructible. Granted all three of his wishes, Antioch returned to his home."
"His brothers were awed by his tale and that such a thing was possible, and after much thinking, each set out to please gods of their own choosing and gain a magical gift too."
"Travelling to Alexandria like his brother, he sought out a temple of Hades, and as an offering gifted him something that impressed Hades so much that he bestowed Cadmus' wish upon him. A gemstone that was tied to his blood and magic, which would allow him to call upon the souls of the dead from any place in the living world for one hour. During that one hout, the summoner would be able to command anything of the souls and they wouldn't be able to refuse."
"Ignotus however, went on a tour of the land and returned two years later with three 'Horcruxes' as you know them, all three belonging to Herpo the Foul. Sacrificing them to Thanatos, he asked for a cloak that would hide him and his descendants from Thanatos himself. Honour bound by his oath he had given when Herpo had first created Horcruxes he gave Ignotus a piece of his own cloak."
Curious on one more matter, Harry asked "When Loki had been taking over my mind, someone who called himself Death called me Death's champion. Can you tell me anything about this?"
"He won't, it is my purpose of coming here to do so, Harry Peverell."
The voice washed over his ears, bringing with it the coldest of winters and screams upon his soul. Shivering, he saw Yamraj get down from his throne and offer a deep bow to the person behind him, further increasing the jitters in his body at the powerful deity bowing before someone.
Turning around, he saw a woman adorning a black robe and a skull mask standing in front of him. Yamraj was nowhere to be seen or felt, and suddenly, Harry realised how out of his depth he was amidst immortals and powers like these. Insignificant and infinitesimal in front of them, he realised this was what common wizards had felt like in the presence of Him, Voldemort, Dumbledore and countless others who had attained the title of strongest wizards over the years, only for him the feeling was utterly new and not welcoming at all.
"You seem scared my champion, was Yamraj frightening you before my arrival?"
Half of his mind stuck on the fact that Death was somehow now a female, Harry hastened to shake his head, practically feeling the glare of Yamraj at the back of his head.
"It is just the fact that last time you were a man...and now a woman."
Even as he gave an excuse, Harry could see the lameness rolling off it and for a second he thought he could hear Daphne slap her hand on her forehead at his stupidity.
The figure, Death!, tilted her head to the side and said "It was I speaking to you last time, but I was using Thanatos as my speaker, I once made the mistake of giving an audience to someone and it isn't something I am going to repeat with a relatively unknown male once again."
'Did Death, the real Death just admit that she has a stalker, who isn't dead yet?What the fuck is happening to my life?'
"I assure you, stalkers don't sacrifice half of a planet's life on a regular basis to appease their object of attention. And therein lies the reason for me bringing you here. While I am one of the most powerful beings in the multiverse, there are restrictions upon me, limitations which stop me from directly harming anything or anyone until I or anything belonging to me isn't harmed. Therefore, you will be my hand in the multiverse and bring me the souls of all those who have escaped me for longer than they should have. Demons, Empires, ancient beings, you shall be my sword to strike them down."
'Fuck me! Now I am a bounty hunter for the strongest force in the whole Multiverse, can this be any worse than this?'
"Knowledge on some of the things you should know will be in your mind when you return to the physical plane, Farewell my hand."
Before he could even get a word out of his mouth, Harry was back in his room. Drenched in sweat despite the water flowing over him, Harry just dropped down to his knees as the final vestiges of pain faded from his head even as the shock of all he had learned settled in his brain.
'How the hell did all this happen? I learn that Hallows which I had thought merged with my body are in fact welded to my soul, I was brought here by Death to be her contractual assassin-cum-bounty-hunter and finally I have a way back, but for that I have to become much more powerful while also gathering the bloody stones!'
His frustration overcoming his Occlumency for a moment, the pipelines all around him burst open, hitting him with metal and cement along with water from all sides. A reparo ready to take effect, Harry was stopped by something utterly awesome and bizarre.
Due to the tiles and pipe shards a small gash had opened up on his wrist, and instead of magical healing that was always done by him, water was moving towards the wound from the droplets on his hand. And then they covered the wound in water completely, barely a hint of red visible underneath the globule of liquid.
And when the water dropped back like it usually did, there was not a hint of injury on his forearm, the three inch gash completely healed by water of all things!
'...What the Fuck?'
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