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This was the fantasy of countless men, and Harry was ignoring everything in favor of staring at the ceiling while wondering what was wrong with him.

Rias and Akeno were utterly naked, cuddled up to both sides with their soft curves pressed to his body. Most Gods wouldn't have the restraint Harry was showing. Then again, he wasn't really thinking about sex right now.

Harry was going over what he had done since he had been summoned to this world, and every action he made was more moronic than the last. The first thing Harry did after learning Rias was a devil wasn't to cautiously find out what that meant. No, that was apparently too sensible, so Harry had, for some reason, decided that fucking a self-proclaimed devil was the proper thing to do.

Harry might have forgiven himself if that was the end of the stupidity. But of course not. He added another devil to the notch on his bed, and this one was overtly sadistic. After that, Harry had, for some reason, apparated to Surrey even when his previous attempt almost ripped his soul apart.

To top it all off, Harry got drunk off his arse and again made a genius decision to apparate back to Japan in a still inebriated state. Afterward, he proceeded to shame a devil that reminded Harry of Fawkes before leaving with Rias and Akeno in his arms... All under the watch of the maid that Harry felt had a disgustedly high level of power underneath that silly outfit.

It was a miracle that Harry was still alive.

With great reluctance, Harry slipped out of the grasp of the two busty devils and got out of bed. As much as he wished to stay in that heavenly, or rather hellish, position, Harry had to find some answers to the oddities he discovered about his powers.

Harry was always powerful, and if he wanted to be boastful, Harry would say he could count the ones that could match him with the fingers in one hand. But that didn't mean he could apparate from Japan to England casually like he had done... twice. An attempt like that should have brought Harry down to his knees quite literally. However, it felt no worse than a simple apparition across the room.

He was tempted to give it another try. Harry glanced at the women sleeping on the bed and silenced his feet to hide the sound of his steps before leaving the room. As soon as Harry closed the door, he froze in shock and felt his body with wide eyes.

Harry had been casting all the magic since he arrived in this world wandlessly. The more shocking part was that the strength of his spells didn't seem diminished whatsoever. If anything, it seemed more potent than ever.

[About time you figured it out.]

Harry swiftly turned in place, startled by the voice that seemed to be right by his ear, only to find nobody there.

[Amusing. I am in your soul, wizard.]

That could have been the worst thing for Harry to hear. His mind immediately went to horcruxes and how he might need to die again to rid himself of it.

[Those abominations will never be a problem with me present.]

"Harry-sama. Follow me, please."

Harry looked up with wild eyes at a blank-faced Grayfia, still wondering if he had lost his mind.

[This one is powerful. Or are you weak? Hmm. This is not something I had to consider before. All were equally mortal before me.]

Perfect. Harry had to worry about a voice with a god complex while a woman that could snap him in half demanded his attention. He did as Grayfia asked and walked into an unused room before she sealed the door. Harry was allowed to have his way with Rias under the silver-haired devil's watch, so he hoped that meant he was safe in her presence.

"Lucifer-sama wishes to meet you," Grayfia said in her usual blank tone, acting as if Harry wasn't about to have a heart attack at her words.

Somehow, Harry was able to keep his bubbling fear from overtaking him. "Oh," Harry said weakly, "That's, uh, great? ...Could I not do that?"

Grayfia gave him a disapproving look. "If that is what you wish. But denying a Satan isn't wise, Harry-sama."

Harry wanted to scowl at the woman, but self-preservation told him otherwise. Grayfia might as well say meet Lucifer or else. A bit too much like a crime boss for Harry's tastes.

[You are scared of this Lucifer? Interesting. This is a new feeling for me. Almost as intriguing as what you felt with the two devils in bed.]

Grayfia didn't know that Harry had a voice inside his head, so the changes she saw in his expression made no sense. One moment he was stiff, then flustered with a bit of shame sprinkled in.

Harry cleared his throat, "Sorry. This might be rude, but can we talk about this later?"

Before Grayfia could deny him, Harry disappeared with a loud crack, much to her surprise. She had forgotten that he had appeared in the same way last night. Grayfia followed his soul's signature and was surprised to find him all the way in London. She debated bringing him back, but it might be helpful to keep the fact that he was easily trackable for someone with her power. Plus, the powers that Grayfia had seen him use were impossible for humans to possess without help from the divine. And those type of humans stay far away from devils, unlike Harry, who was quite literally inside Rias. Grayfia didn't want to scare him off before her little sister-in-law could get her hooks into this human.

Harry quickly disillusioned himself after popping into King's Cross. He made his way to a nearby hotel, and a couple well-placed confundus charms were enough to get him a room for some privacy. Harry didn't really want to apparate to England again, but there was no other place that he could confirm to be safe while far enough from that terrifying woman.

"Alright. Who're you? How did you get there?" Harry had a choice between dealing with Grayfia or talking to the voice in his head. Neither exciting prospects, but dealing with a voice that mentioned his soul was far ahead in priority even when considering a devil that worked for Lucifer.

[Ah. Finally, a feeling that is deserved. You should be terrified of me, wizard. I am, after all, the end of all things.]

Harry blinked. What in Morgana's perky tits did that even mean? The end of all things?

[Ah? I saw that I was mentioned by that title in your memories. Hmm. Perhaps it'll be more straightforward if I say I'm the one who sends you onto the next great adventure.]

The image of an old man with twinkling eyes appeared in Harry's mind before a chill ran down his spine. This voice was saying that it was Death... However, that was impossible. Death wasn't a being. It was a concept.

[Very good. And yes, you are correct. This should not be possible, but here I am, and here you are.]

"You... You are Death?"

[Hmm. In some ways, I suppose I am. But in other ways, no.]

Harry pressed his lips thin, once again frustrated by the riddle-like replies he kept receiving.

[Oh. You are frustrated. These emotions I had no reference to previously are exciting to experience. I was lost in them until I realized I could talk to you to make things more interesting.]

Harry's eye twitched in irritation. So there was something claiming to be death sitting inside his soul. Plus, it apparently had a child-like wonder to its new experiences. Brilliant. And he still had yet to figure out why it was so easy to use his magic, and wandless at that.

[That is easy to answer. This world has abundant magic for you to use, and the wand's power now resides in you.]

Harry frowned and wondered if he could possibly be that lucky. His wand was disintegrated by Rias's summons and seamlessly integrated within him?

[Wrong. Your magic destroyed your wand after the Elder Wand was assimilated.]

"Oh," Harry uttered weakly in shock. He had abandoned that thing in Dumbledore's tomb for a good reason. Then Harry thought about the other two. If the wand followed him here, what about the other two?

[You are the master of all three.]

"Well, fuck," Harry seemed resigned to what happened. He always thought that the deathly hallows were just the result of his ancestors crafting powerful objects, but apparently not.

"So, have you been watching me the whole time I've been in this world?"

[Yes. I saw you pathetically fall for the redheaded devil's seduction.]

Harry blushed even though he didn't think there was anything to be ashamed of. Rias was a woman any straight man would give his left nut to have.

[I also saved your life when you tried to break the dimensional wall to return to your reality.]

Harry's breath hitched. All he got from that was that it was possible to go back home, even though there was a stray thought asking if he even wanted to leave.

[I suggest you not think of impossible goals. Unless you can beat the thing that seems to guard the space in-between.]

A Cthulhu-like being popped up in Harry's mind. If devils seem to be walking freely on Earth, maybe those things were real too.

[It takes the form of a dragon, though that does not mean anything.]

"You're scared of it?" Harry wondered, "How can something that claims to be Death be scared of anything?"

[I am not Death, but I could be considered part of the aspect. As for being scared, I suppose I don't want this interesting existence to end so soon. You meeting that thing would ensure that.]

Harry groaned and rubbed his brow in frustration. The worst part of all this was that he knew nothing about soul magic. There was nothing he could do to confirm what the voice was saying. So Harry now had to deal with an extra voice in his head. Brilliant.

[I should be offended.]

Since Harry could do nothing about his new roommate, the best use of his attention was to think about what to do about Lucifer's maid. It might be a shock, but meeting THE devil wasn't high on the list. Of course, Harry would have had a better chance of not meeting him if he hadn't slept with the sister.

[I could help with that.]

"What?" Harry perked up in eagerness before remembering that making a deal with Death wasn't much better than the Devil.

[I am a part of you as much as your own soul. You would be making a deal with yourself in this case. Though, I suppose there is not much of a deal to be made here.]

Harry wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. In fact, Harry was wondering if he was going insane. Everything he was doing pointed right in that direction. Harry was alone in a hotel room, talking to a voice that was in his head. He was reasonably sure that was the definition of insanity.

[While I would like to experience the instability in your emotions, I would prefer to not have my host deranged. I will prove that I am real.]

Under Harry's eyes, a small pocket knife materialized into existence. There was nothing special about it. It would sell for almost nothing if left in a street stall.

"What's this?" Harry eyed the knife with a bit of disappointment. This was supposed to represent an all-powerful entity like Death?

[Stab something.]

Harry cautiously picked up the knife, ready for some kind of blowback, but it was anticlimactic as he held the small blade between two fingers. When nothing happened, Harry carelessly sliced at the bed frame before standing dumbly. Nothing happened.

[…I did not mean slice. Stab the knife into something and leave it there.]

Harry would have thought he heard the voice a bit mortified if he didn't know better. "Er, right."

This time, Harry used strength to stab into the wood and bury half the blade inside. Just when he thought his insanity caused his magic to conjure the pocket knife, the bed frame slowly started to rot and decompose like years were passing instead of seconds.

Harry looked on in interest until nothing was left of the bed frame, and the mattress dropped to the floor.

"Alright. I'm convinced. So… how is this supposed to help my Lucifer problem?"

[Stab him. He should die in a couple years.]

Harry's hope immediately died in its tracks. With someone who had the power to reduce him to molecules, what could a slow-acting death do to help?

[Hmm. This misery is not as potent. I wanted to elicit the same feeling you had when you learned you were in a different world.]

At this point, Harry was sure he was stuck with a sadistic soul leech.

[As much as I wish to release the restrictions placed on me when we entered this world, it seems that you must earn the right to use my power.]

"Who could have put a restriction on someone like you?" Harry asked in shock.

[A being with false eternity. One that is not under Death's purview.]

"Brilliant," Harry said with a sigh. That sounded like some sort of god. Why couldn't that be true? Since Satan and his maid were walking around freely, it wouldn't be much different if a couple of gods were thrown into the mix.

"Right, what do I have to do to use your power?"

[Kill the supernatural.]

"...Sorry?" Harry asked after picking his ear, even though this conversation was happening inside his soul.

[The stronger the ones you kill, the more progress you make in unlocking my powers.]

This wasn't as bad as Harry initially feared. With the voice claiming to be part of Death, he feared that souls would be the fuel to use this power. With a broad term like Supernatural, it surely included some that a Harry would gladly wipe out of existence.

"That's not too bad. In fact, let's get started right now!" Harry said with the first sign of happiness since the voice spoke to him. He waved his hand at the disintegrated bed frame to repair it but frowned when nothing happened.

[When my blade is used, it is permanent once it achieves its goal. Nothing can reverse it.]

Harry picked up the knife carefully and said, "That sounds excessively dangerous... How do I store it?"

[Just think about it. The knife is a part of you.]

Harry relaxed when the perma-death knife disappeared with little effort from him. With that taken care of, it was time to get a little power up so he wouldn't be pathetically weak. When Harry made to find some supernatural creatures to feed his potentially sadistic soul leech, he realized he had a problem.

The only supernatural creatures Harry knew were off-limits. They were either his lovers or their friends, or in Grayfia's case, could kill him without much problem.

New plan. Time to go back to Japan.

"Harry!"

Harry grunted as he caught the redheaded devil in his arms. Rias didn't keep the hug innocent for long since she started to rub her breasts around Harry's chest while looking at him like she had been betrayed.

"You left me in bed!" Rias stated crossly.

"Sorry," Harry blurted out automatically, "It hit me all at once after I woke up. I had to get my thoughts in order."

"Soo," Rias drew out while narrowing her eyes in suspicion, "This had nothing to do with my brother wanting to meet you?"

Harry looked away from Rias's accusing eyes before saying, "Not entirely. But I need more time for that."

Rias was silent for a beat before nodding in agreement. "Fine. I know he can be scary, but my brother is a big softy. I know he'll like you!"

Harry very much doubted that. The devils of this world might be much different than the fire and brimstone demons he was imagining, but Lucifer was Lucifer. And that by itself would get Harry's alertness raised to the maximum.

"Right," Harry said before changing the subject, "You don't happen to have criminals that need to be put down, do you?"

He felt that was a safe way to phrase that question. Surely the criminals of the devil race were truly horrendous monsters. ...Unless being kind was a crime for the devils.

"We do," Rias said with curiosity, wondering why Harry wanted to know, "I'm charged to keep Khou safe from the Stray Devils. I need to hunt them down occasionally."

"Ah, brilliant... And what would be the crimes they committed?"

"It varies," Rias replied, "It could be killing their master or eating too many humans. Stray Devils are driven by their sin, so their crimes are far too many to be listed."

Rias didn't notice Harry's sigh of relief after she said that. He was doubly happy that the devils he found were similar to the humans in charging criminals. In addition, there was now an easy path to feed the resident in his soul.

"Do you mind if I helped you take care of these Stray Devils?" Harry asked casually.

Rias hummed in thought. With a serious look, she said, "It's my responsibility to take care of them. But there might be a way to give you the job."

Harry was ready for what Rias was about to ask. No matter what it might be. This was his only lead, and Harry didn't intend to let it pass.

"What I want, Harry," Rias whispered in his ear, "Is for you to eat me out like you did our first night together. I deserve it after what I did last night, don't you think?"

Harry stood still for less than a second before throwing a squealing Rias over his shoulder and marched to her bedroom.

"Harry-sama."

That toneless voice stopped the lust-drunk couple dead in their tracks.

"I believe we have a conversation to finish." Grayfia was blocking the path to the bedroom by standing in front of the door.

Harry gently put Rias on her feet and felt like his Firebolt was taken away.

[Interesting. The frustration you feel now is different from before. I believe your memories call it blue-balls.]

Harry's eyes twitched in irritation. He had forgotten about the sadistic soul leech.

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