Hell's Heir
A being of nothing and yet everything walked into a great golden hall, upon entering this being saw dozens of long tables. At said tables sat hundreds of immortals from many diverse cultures and realities. Some would call these beings Gods; others would call them Devils. However, the being was of the opinion they are all just immortal children. Every one of them knew how they came into existence except the being, it had been born in the same moment the first reality was born. The being did not have clothing like the others in the hall, its body was simple shadow. This being was known to the others in the hall as, the Entity. The Entity would rarely join in the meetings; however, all knew that when it did there would always be a story it would bring.
"Ah so the storyteller has finally come." Said Hades, the first to notice the Entity.
"Indeed, I have. And with me I bring an unusual tale. From a reality you all have yet to observe." It replied in its whisper like voice. This drew everyone's attention, a tale was one thing, but from a reality none of them had seen was unheard of. The Entity now had all the immortals' attention.
"You all have seen countless realities of the one known as Harry Potter. However, none are like this. So, get your drinks and sit quietly for I will not be interrupted." It told them.
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It began how we always see it begin, on that fateful day where a babe loses his parents and is left by an old fool with those who care little for him. I will not bore you with details we have seen hundreds of times. This story truly begins when said boy is 7 years old. You see the old fool had put up wards to prevent young Harry from performing accidental magic, however the fool never returned to check on said wards. Since there was zero magic in the home and no wardstone these temporary wards fell before the boys sixth birthday.
Due to those wards falling the boys magic was released from its prison, and soon things changed. Harry started to practice with his magic, training it, allowing it to grow. Unfortunately for the boy's family he was a bit unstable from all the physical and mental abuse during the last 4 years. So of course, after a year of practicing his magic and growing his core, the boy struck back. His uncle had come home drunk and decided to take the abuse a step further to sexual. That is the day young Harry first bloodied his hands. He used pure magic to tear their limbs off, and a knife from the kitchen to get the satisfaction of killing with his own hands. His first kills were that of his family. Afterwards he sat and looked and his work of arts, blood was everywhere, however his night had just begun; for at that moment his whole body was hit with intense pain. Then in the next moment a blood red portal opened beneath him, and he was gone. Young Harry had come into his inheritance.