Dark Fascination
by Asurahime
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Chapter Twelve
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You are the devilish angel, who the unbalanced harmony of endless insanity worships. The devilish angel of whom through an illusion, a myth is created. Is it not too late for me to compose a requiem for our sad fate? Your smile is only meant to sunder and our loneliness is beautiful.
Pieces of heaven are falling like ashes from the sky, dancing in the wind like lovers lost in a never ending storm. I can feel the life flowing out of me, as precious as the black roses blooming from an evil god's heart, as the sapphire drops staining the most brilliant gold cloth, and as that legendary flower. The memory of time is being embraced by the night just as the past is vanishing into a cobalt future. The brand you wear upon your person condemns you, but the mark that you are to make upon our destiny begs for me to possess you.
There is an end to every life, but I wait in the shadows for my Angel of Darkness to bring me the light of day. I am faceless, pastless, overwhelmed by the amount of lives that I have taken while searching for my own. How could people be hurt by such loneliness? I can feel my palms burning with the life force of those whose lives I have taken. Whose lives I have destroyed. Whose lives I can and will continue to destroy for my fate to meet you. You will join with me in this illusion, the brink of this dream where the elegy of ghosts bring the comfort of madness.
In this time immersed in roses and dawnless night, I cannot be made into a distant memory. I cannot be as the phantom moon, the Reaper which throws dark shadows with no hope of the light of day. I am proud of this loneliness because you will soon be there to show me paradise. The paradise where only you and I reign and where all the world would tremble against the onslaught of our reprisal. There will be nothing precious remaining in this city stained with greed. Nothing is as precious as blood being spilled like rose petals against white, fallen snow. This illusion would be made into the sweet preparations for vengeance.
My cruel angel, I cannot yet perish. The sound of silence is deafening and I wait for the distant horizon when blood shall be shed.
I wait for the sun to also shine at night.
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Sun colored boots clicked resoundingly against black marble floors, echoing ominously throughout the dark room. The crystals of light threw brilliant golden shadows upon red-gold armor. Hair as crimson as a flame swept back from vermilion eyes as the beautifully terrifying figure made her way towards the waiting Charm Lord.
Arch-Princess Virginia, the Golden Lion, the eighty-first mistress of Charm Lord Severus, knelt down before her lord, laying her head gently upon his robes and accepting whatever attention he chooses to give her. It has been almost a century since she has last beheld the winding staircases and menacing spires of Chateau Aiguille and even longer since she has received comfort from her master.
''My Princess Lion, you have awakened." Severus' voice held neither surprise nor vexation, but simple nonchalance.
Unlike Zero Princess, the spell of Fascination has not faded from the clouded mind of this female knight. Her blood still binds herself to her captor like thorned vines, causing agonizing pain the more she resists the pull. "Yes, My Lord. My blood is boiling from inaction. I have just seen Blaise dispatch of Cedric as I made my way up to pay homage to my liege."
''You did not try to stop them?" asked Charm Lord, running manicured hands through his mistress' wild red hair, entertained by the rising and falling of the strands against the brightness of her robes. It was just like bright vermilion blood against pale skin under a crystal's light. It was how a certain human, so close to death, fascinated him enough to spare the mortal's life. Severus' crimson eyes turned black as onyx as he scowled at the memory.
Virginia looked up at her lord with blank, adoring eyes. "My Lord did not order me to stop them. I am not to interfere in what My Lord has not explicitly directed me to accomplish."
Thin lips curved into a cruel smile. "As you should, love." He bent down his head and kissed her forehead, tilting Virginia's face up with his hand. Severus then looked straight into her eyes commandingly. "You may not know yet, but I turned a human just over a decade ago. A young man with emerald eyes, hair dark as night, and a fire to match your own."
''Yes, My Lord. I have heard of Lord Harry, the Prince of All Mystics, for Blaise and Cedric had been arguing about him as I passed by unnoticed," replied the golden girl. "Unfortunately, I have yet to meet my Prince's acquaintance but I am looking forward to it."
''You do not mind that he is a half-mystic? An incomplete mystic who continues to bear human blood within him. An undead mortal who bears the irresistible instinct of sheer Fascination. Harry is audacious in every sense of the word, but he is also one I will never regret turning." Severus, in the remembrance of his errant heir, clenched his fingers into fists, the wind of power surrounding him whipped around wildly in his growing rage.
''Have I offended My Lord?" asked Golden Lion, worry shining in her otherwise blank eyes. "If I am not too obtrusive in my request, may I solicit an audience with Lord Harry?"
The wind calmed, but Severus' black eyes remained as mystic energy sparked like electricity through his long hair. "Therein lies the problem, Virginia. Harry, identical to Zero Princess, has managed to elude my grasp and has escaped from the Mystic Realm. His current imperfection prevents him from being subjugated to my will, the insolent, beautiful little fool. The Strategist and Princess Hermione have chosen to follow him in this insurrection."
''Has My Lord not ordered a search? Has General Blaise taken no action? Did Lord Draco not prevent the prince's escape?" questioned Virginia, astounded by the half-mystic's rebellion against Charm Lord. However, she was surprised at the involuntary ache in her heart upon hearing the name of one of Lord Severus' men, the distinguished Strategist of Facinaturu. The name seems so familiar yet so foreign now.
''My dear, I am charmed by Harry's spirit, so much like, yet so different from your own. I have already dispatched Blaise to search and return him, but there have been no favorable results. Two of Blaise's infamous Shadows have already been slain, and this is why I have awakened you. I trust no other." Severus held up his hands and bid Princess Virginia to rise to her feet. "Find Lord Harry, no matter what the cost. I will not tolerate failure."
Virginia rose to her feet and kissed Charm Lord's hands before disembarking. "As My Lord commands, so I shall. However, what has happened with Lord Draco? Is he not a knight as well?"
Severus' gaze returned to the color of crimson roses, his lips twisting into an malicious smile. "Of them all, he is the one held in deepest Fascination. This frigid mien is not brought about by an apt resilience, but by a will as adamant as a candle in the most bitter winter. His belief in a frozen heart is not his greatest asset, but his most fatal weakpoint."
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''They were here." Draco scowled at the Garden of Kyo. He could feel the strong, yet fading magical signature of the three errant mystics. Harry's remains the most prominent of the three, but he could have just as easily discerned that conclusion from the massive area of destruction in the center of the Garden. His charge must have had a meeting with one of the three Sages and it must not have been a peaceful visit.
''Hello, Your Prickness. How are you doing this lovely eternal autumn sunset?" A mocking tone came from Draco's left side—a painfully familiar tone. Seamus appeared from behind what was left of a tree. The once glorious plant had all of its leaves burned off, then was nearly sliced in half cleanly by a powerful hand. "Nice to see how much damage Kitten has caused, isn't it? All you have to do is wait until only a few regions are left intact and that will narrow down your search.""
Mercury eyes narrowed into a cat's pupil, slightly tinged with red as they glared angrily upon the Rebel. "Shut your mouth when you have nothing important to say, you miserable excuse for a mystic. What have you done to him?"
Seamus grinned, but the message in his amber eyes was just as poisonous. "Are you in any position to worry about my kitten, Draco? Why should I tell you when you work directly under Snape's orders? Who is the miserable excuse for a mystic puppet—I mean, prince—now?"
Draco, who never had the sweetest countenance, had his SilverMoon drawn and at the other man's throat in an instant. "I am not in the best of moods right now, Assassin. Do not try my patience or you will wish that you are able to die. There is a reason why I was assigned as the Prince of All Mystic's instructor, for I am the fastest and most cunning knight in Facinaturu."
''Are you done praising yourself now?" Seamus did not appear to be at all fazed by this.
''I said to shut your mouth! Do not forget that I have a certain tendency to accidentally wave my sword that can castrate you faster than your mind can even process pain." The Black Wing's voice was harsh, dripping with conviction in its tone. "Let us see if mysticism would allow the regrowth of that body part."
Raising his hands, Seamus backed off. "Don't be so rushed, Draco. The Eternal Flame has a message from Cedric to give to you."
Sheathing his sword, Draco's look turned skeptical as he glared at the mystic. The Assassin of Facinaturu is not the most trustworthy mystic around, which is why the title of Messenger was given to him. But why would Cedric trust someone like Seamus to deliver a message? Is Cedric even sane enough to still be able to think coherently?
A fragile, blank black parchment was exchanged silently. However, as Draco touched it, blue letters formed with a flowing cursive hand.
A rose's verdant leaves contrasts with its brilliant petals.
Without bright color, only the leaves, thorns and branches remain.
They are not endless, for deception only lasts as long as a timed seduction.
All will fall to flames and the leaves, despite its serrated edges, is quite vulnerable.
''Do you think that Cedric has finally fallen off the deep end? He sent me to give a message like this all the way to you! I didn't think that you would be the type who would be a good critique for passages like this. Princess Hermione may have been better." There was an expression in Seamus' face which just irked the silver-eyed mystic. It was both confident and mocking. Of course the damn Illusionist would taunt him, if only to pretend that he knows something Draco does not.
''If you know so much, then why don't you give me your own interpretation?" asked Draco, viciously slicing the air in front of him in giving the card to Seamus. "Show that you have more use than being just an insignificant fool, forever unacknowledged by others as an unnecessary ornament of Facinaturu."
Seamus batted the card away with a wide grin while his eyes blazed with ungodly ire. It was simple to bait people, but it is more difficult when the retaliation stabs back like a knife. "I would rather be an 'unnecessary ornament,' 'forever unacknowledged,' rather than a winged bird, forever trapped in a silver gilded cage, where a single word from my master can end even eternal life. However, it is up to you how you want it."
''Do not try my patience, you ingrate," drawled Draco, a hand already at his SilverMoon after pocketing the note in his robes.
''You as so welcome to try, but killing me will solve nothing." An uncharacteristic dark scowl appeared in Seamus face. "It will only put you on the same level as Blaise and put me in the same situation as Cedric--"
Raven wings almost bristled, betraying Draco's surprise, before he had the Assassin at swordpoint. "Explain. Now."
''Put down your sword or this unnecessary ornament will tell the bird in a cage nothing," hissed Seamus, but he calmed down as the midnight-blue robed mystic sheathed his weapon. "In truth the Eternal Flame, Lord Albus, did not divulge much knowledge to me. However, I saw Cedric. The man appeared half out of his mind even in the state of unconsciousness. He had no visible wounds, but I could easily tell by the amount of mystic energy that emanated from his body that he was almost completely drained. Blaise's mystical signature was quite easy to pick up."
''So Blaise attacked Cedric. But Cedric didn't disappear?" asked Draco.
Seamus shook his head. "That's what should have happened unless Blaise did not absorb Cedric's energy completely. Blaise is such a greedy bastard that he would have taken it all and more. In this case, the only possible explanation is that Cedric struggled against the General and escaped, or Blaise actually allowed Cedric to retain some of his power. Either case does not bring welcome news."
''And the message? Did the Eternal Flame tell you anything else?" Draco paced back and forth, impatience radiating from his form like waves.
Seamus remained silent, as if contemplating on the proper thing to say. When the silence became too drawn out, the winged mystic withdrew the black parchment once again.
''Cedric's madness should not be able to have time to create an atrocity such as this. Unsolvable riddles and multiple meanings--if Cedric is still alive when I return, I will kill him myself." Draco turned the words over and over in his head, wondering whether this is a simple message or the ramblings of a madman.
'''Do not delve too deeply lest you find yourself lost, for there is always a straight way to the point you seek.' That is what the Eternal Flame told me. Lord Albus is just as confusing as Cedric." Seamus shrugged his shoulders and jumped, landing on a tree near the edges of the area of destruction. "Well, I'll be taking my leave of you now."
Draco drew five long, thin needles from his robes and threw it in the direction of the departing mystic. Each needle fixed themselves upon the leather-clad mystic's clothes and pinned him bodily against the tree. "Where are you headed for now?"
Seamus glared, baring fangs in the direction of Draco to convey his irritation. "You don't actually think that I would have someone so dull in my company all the time, do you?"
''Pathetic little ingrate. I have no use for someone like you," drawled the platinum-haired mystic as he walked towards the shadows of the trees in the Garden of Kyo, disappearing from sight with nary a whisper or indication that he had been there.
The trapped mystic held out a hand and the needles which pinned him against the tree dissipated into thin air. Turning around, he fixed his gaze on the shadows where the Messenger took his leave. In his mind, the words of the message ran clearly:
A rose's verdant leaves contrasts with its brilliant petals.
Without bright color, only the leaves, thorns and branches remain.
They are not endless, for deception only lasts as long as a timed seduction.
All will fall to flames and the leaves, despite its serrated edges, is quite vulnerable.
Fangs bared in a smile as Seamus mockingly bowed in that direction. "Is it just a simple message, or is it something more, Prince of Darkness? After all, the affliction of madness allows for the most terrifying prophecy." He turned around and disappeared with the smirk still on his face.
''You are still blind if you see a winding road, Draco."
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''Hermione, where are we?" Harry held up a hand to block out the light which streamed through the open door of the Ravenclaw. After gleefully eating the treats from the region of Kyo, Terry was more than happy to go region-hopping. Currently, they were in a region which appeared to be the total opposite of Facinaturu. It was filled with light and the undecorated, cavernous limestone walls seemed to magnify and reflects the light everywhere. There was not a single plant in sight, but all of the colors of the prism reflected like a rainbow net across the skies.
''Luminous, one of the major regions of magic," replied the white rose-crowned princess. "It is a proper name, if I might say so myself."
Ron squinted painfully. "After so many years in Facinaturu, something like this is just bloody torture on my eyes. At least that insane pilot of ours has stopped spinning us around the globe."
''It is just such a pity that there are no longer any safe places in this world," smiled Terry sadly. "Enemies can just strike at anytime and anywhere."
-You are certainly a knowledgeable pilot to be able to discern something like that. Or maybe just unfortunate.-
The voice caused all three mystics to jump in surprise, but moments later, they saw where the figure came from. The figure was clad from head to toe with green robes with a stature and power reminiscent of two earlier sages. A long green staff was held in the Shadow's right hand, sparking with an evil green light. Harry's eyes grew dark as he looked upon the staff. He has seen a light of the same color before but cannot remember when or where. Nevertheless, he is not happy in the turn of events. His eyes burned dark green, but bubbles of topaz raced across their surface. He forced himself to speak, but the world was quickly spinning in his vision. "All of you mystics are agonizingly persistent."
-At least your vocabulary has grown from what Lord Blaise had earlier implied. However, it is most deplorable to know that this is the end.-
''Terry, get away," warned Ron as he took a defensive stance behind his prince. "It's not good to have mortals involved in these fights."
''But--"
Hermione held up a hand and raised a barrier, preventing the pilot from crossing. "No, Terry. This is just so troublesome to have to fight again so soon."
Teal hair covered amber eyes, but Terry held back at the gaze Harry gave him. "In a lifestyle as the one I have chosen, I understand that peace can turn into a struggle in just an instant. How many of there are you?" asked the half-mystic, drawing Asura.
-Enough to bring you back. No one would be harmed if your highness would simply return.-
''Sorry, mate. We're keeping our winning streak," snarled Ron as he jumped, gracefully leaping from the cavernous walls towards the GreenSage. "Dammit!" He shouted as he his attack was blocked.
Harry was uncharacteristically silent as he swung Asura. It was as if he swung blindly, missing the target in his confusion. A vision, or perhaps a memory surfaced in his mind, making the world cease.
"This is not the end of me, Harry Potter. My body may be destroyed, but my spirit will live on. I will not rest until the wound of that scar runs deeper than the false emotion called love. No matter if you live on and forget this moment, know that you belong to me. You are mine."
Looking straight, Harry saw crimson eyes staring down at him as white needles of light tore through his body. Through the pain, he could barely feel himself fall. However, Hermione noticed.
''Harry!" Hermione angrily brought up a hand to eye level and from it fired a crystal white arrow at the Shadow, drawing out a cry as the shaft tore through green cloth, drawing dark blue blood.
Unsheathing his MysticSword, Ron charged at the GreenSage and in his rage, brought the mystic down to earth. Then, he jumped back to avoid the staff as he forced his muddled thoughts to clear upon the verge of a hidden battle rage which he has concealed since the last time he felt the danger of actual battle.
"Ron! Something's wrong with Harry!" yelled Hermione in fear as another diamond arrow tore through the downed mystic's shoulder. At each gentle release by Hermione, a piercing shriek tore through the air. "What did you do to him?"
-Nothing. However, I now understand that I must kill the two of you before I could reach him,- snarled the GreenSage. -None of the Shadows may be powerful, but the fact that the three of you can never be free of Lord Severus will break you down better than a blade ever could. The spell of Fascination cannot be averted.-
''So all of you are simply pawns in this amusing little game." Ron brought his hands over his head in the formation of a cross, then rapidly slashed down as twin spikes of granite tore two fresh wounds into the enemy. Before the first spell was finished, the cerulean-eyed boy began his next spell. As his fingers wove in and out of the complex gestures of the spell, Ron saw Hermione get knocked aside by a particularly vicious blast of wind. He was worried for his two companions, but losing concentration was the worst thing he could do. Focusing his attention in front of him again, Ron turned pale when he noticed two razor-edged blades heading straight towards him. Stumbling, he knew that he would not be able to dodge it in time and hurriedly shut his eyes to wait for inevitable pain.
"Get down, Ron!!" cried a voice, high with panic and terror. Then another hissed in a breath with an underlying edge which told of distress.
The agony that Ron was expecting never came, and so he opened his blue eyes in great reluctance. However, they fully opened with surprise and his pupils dilated in defiance of the light when he saw several drops of violet stain the ground before him: Harry's blood.
The fire-haired mystic immediately glanced up and blanched whiter when he saw a dark, cold aura emanate from the other boy as he silently parried, blocked, and returned the Shadow's attacks on him and an unconscious Hermione. Almost sick at heart, Ron saw that there was much more to his companion than the other probably knows. Once green eyes were turning a shade of amber and there was nothing he could do to stop it. There is great power, but a greater danger. This is power that should not belong to a compassionate being.
-Why do you keep on fighting against your destiny?! Lord Severus wants--- started the GreenSage as he screeched hatred towards his prey. He threw his staff in the air, motioned once with his hand, molding the air into blades to strike down its enemy from above.
''Shut up," hissed Harry, all formalities put aside as he glared at the Shadow, the forms of Hermione and Ron at the edges of his vision. All he could feel was the cold burn of power from within him, coercing him to extend his sword and tear his opponent apart. This sharp lancing of energy called for blood and death to be cast. It terrified Harry to hold so much power.
Expelliarmus! Lacarnum Inflamare!
The three mystics froze at the sound of the unfamiliar words. The energy Harry felt from before still burned, but has slightly calmed at the sight before him.
-What have you done to me?- screeched the GreenSage as his staff flew from his hands and his robes set aflame. -I have failed, My Lord!- Just moments later, nothing was left of the Shadow aside from silvery ashes which were quickly dispersed by the wind.
''Are all of you all right?"
Hair as crimson as Ron's framed a pale, freckled face with blue-green eyes. The stranger was clad in well-traveled red and white robes, black boots, and a white knife and ebony wand were sheathed on his belt. However, his most distinguishing features were several bead necklaces. One of the necklaces also had an extremely familiar pendant on it.
''Thank you. But, who are you?" asked Ron suspiciously,he appeared to be the only one of the four, Terry included, who was currently capable of speech. This was not saying much, for he was equally startled to find the man in front of him resemble his features.
The newcomer stared at Ron without a word, surprised at the people in front of him.
''Fred!"
Harry broke out of his trance and glanced at both Terry and Fred. He once again glanced at the pendant on Fred's necklace and remembered Terry's apparent recognition of their new companion.
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He took out what looked like a sunburst, galaxy-cut white diamond from a compartment next to his controls and got up to move back with the three mystics. He stood up in front of them and took out a strange necklace from his shirt. The necklace seemed to be made up of blue-green and amber crystal beads with a large pendant in the center depicting a crescent moon within another crescent. He set the diamond on top of the necklace and made the diamond spin. Momentarily, a map appeared on top of the spinning diamond, consisting of triangles to separate regions and small pictures of what the regions consist of.
''Well, my Lord Harry, a RegionMap is a tool created by the house of Realm Magic to show all of the regions that you have been to. Combined with the Gate spell, a magician is able to cast a spell to take them to a region that they have been to before in a heartbeat, a little like mystic teleportation. Both require having to have been in the place one is going to. However, while mystics such as yourselves can teleport anywhere by picturing the place in your minds and could go to a specific place, magicians must have the RegionMap and can only appear at an entrance point of the region that is unhindered by barriers and shield charms."
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It was simple to put two and two together. "You're from the Magic Kingdom." It was not a question and Ron immediately went into a defensive stance in front of Harry.
The magician named Fred went wide-eyed at Ron's immediate reaction. Looking past Ron, Fred met with the most intense emerald eyes he could ever hope to see. Their brightness put the sparkle of the region of Luminous, the shining region in the Ocean of Stars, to shame. He could feel himself falling, but his view was blocked as Ron moved Harry behind his larger frame. Fred immediately tore his gaze from the two back to Terry, fully disconcerted. However, it also did not take him long to realize why the others were so wary.
Lavish robes.
Unearthly jewel-like eyes.
Pale white, bloodless skin.
Rose-scented Fascination.
Mystics.
''Mystics. All of you are mystics." Fred's lips twisted into a grimace before bursting into a mischievous, yet sincere, grin. "No need to be so jumpy, mates."
''What do you really expect?" asked Hermione, surprising the red-clad magician of her presence as she woke up and got to her feet. "But if you know Terry, I hardly think that you would be a threat towards us. After all, he did dispatch of the GreenSage."
''Quite right!" reassured the teal-haired pilot as he jumped out of the Ravenclaw and cuffed the magician on his head. "This worthless git would hardly be able to harm a mouse, let alone anyone as powerful as the three of you. Fred, these are my traveling companions, Lords Harry and Ron and Arch-Princess Hermione from Facinaturu. Harry, Ron, Hermione, this is my good friend Fred from the region of Magic Kingdom. Despite differences, he's not really all that bad."
''Pleased to meet you. However, I never did understand why there is such antagonism between the mystics and magicians to begin with?" asked Harry, stepping out from behind Ron, sizing up their new acquaintance. The threat of the GreenSage was all but forgotten.
''Mystic magic is the opposite house as that of Realm magic. One cannot master both, for mystic and realm magic can be properly used only by certain individuals and the forces of each conflict. This is the same for Light and Shadow, Arcane and Rune, Time and Space, Mind and Mirage, Life and Evil. However, I have heard that there have been extremely powerful Master Magicians who were capable of mastering both Light and Shadow magic at the same time. Those who are able to are the only ones capable of mastering Life magic. Also, only those who have signed a pact with demons can learn the curses of Evil magic." Fred smiled at his explanation, knowing full well that he said more than he ever needed to.
Hermione's eyes were shining with barely contained excitement at hearing the explanation as Ron just groaned on Harry's shoulder. "That is fascinating! Research is never conducted in Chateau Aiguille aside from where it would be nice to add another pillar or which unsuspecting region to enslave. How would it be possible for someone to actually contain two opposing forces in one body?"
Harry waited for either Fred or Terry to answer, but only grim silence greeted him. "Terry?"
The pilot fixed his eyes upon the other man, a somber expression akin to worry and fear in his eyes. "............"
''Honestly, if it is that difficult to say, you don't have to tell us. After all, am I not already an example? I am human yet I am also mystic."
Fred visibly started at that. "It is nothing to worry about, mates."
Ron looked tired. "Look, we may not know you too well, but it is clear that the three of us owe both you and Terry a lot for saving our necks. If there is a problem, let us help."
''This is different, Ron. There is no use to hide it, Fred." Terry mused. "Their reasoning may be a bit off, but perhaps they really can help."
Hermione listened attentively as she strove to absorb every bit of information.
''I am traveling the regions in search of the gifts of magic." Fred started. "Although I may not have been the best at studying in my school of magic, I graduated first on just raw skill alone."
Terry's eyebrows shot nearly to his hairline. "Bloody hell. What does your version of 'raw skill' imply, Fred?"
The crimson-haired magician gave an impish grin. "At the first wave of my wand and before I could say the spell, the target, along with three-fourths of Pettigrew's Workshop was obliterated. I passed because no one really cared too much about the place since Pettigrew's insane experiments froze everything inside in stasis, along with himself. However, they are all still repairing the damage."
A low whistle came from Ron and Terry, both surprised at the power this man could possibly wield. Harry and Hermione just listened without comment.
''So you're a Master Magician," said Ron.
''No, and I can't become a Master Magician.''
''Why?" questioned Ron, wondering why a slight whistling sound was sounding in his ears.
''Because I am incomplete."
Terry, who momentarily closed his eyes, opened them to stare directly into Harry's. "In the Magic Kingdom, it is both a blessing and a curse when twins are born. They are both destined to be gifted and resourceful. However, they cannot become full fledged Master Magicians because both are incomplete. They are two halves of the same soul."
''My twin, George and I, are believed to be the two parts of one of the most powerful Master Magicians ever. However, neither of us are 'him' because our souls are incomplete. In that way, having a twin is one of the most unfortunate things to have, especially if the connection the both of you establish is strong." Fred leaned against the side of the airship with a faraway look on his face. "I am not allowed to lay eyes on or communicate with my brother until the last day."
Harry's eyes hardened, hands clenching into fists at his sides as the three mystics felt dread pass through them at the forlorn tone of the other. "What do you mean 'until the last day'?"
''The Magic Kingdom's doctrine preeminently states that it only needs one Master Magician, not two incomplete magicians," replied Terry, eyes downcast.
''So what is that supposed to mean?" Hermione clutched on to Ron's arm.
Fred looked back with a bright, false smile on his face. "It means that I must gather as many of the gifts of magic as I can for now. On the day I finally meet George again, either he or I must successfully kill the other."
''Such is the fate of an incomplete soul."
''..............."
''Fate is not necessarily fixed."
''Your soul may be incomplete, but it does not mean that you are lacking one."
''Let me go with you."
''I said fate is not fixed, not that you can run away."
''Please."
''You don't know what we are up against."
''We don't want others involved."
''You just said that people shouldn't run away."
''.........."
''I promise not to play pranks on the Ravenclaw."
Four heads nodded assent, albeit reluctantly.
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Soft angles and high cheekbones gave his partner's face a feminine grace, but certain lines and the aura of power gave him a distinctly masculine beauty. Draco rejected it at first, sneering with a cold veneer at how a human could possibly hold his attention, let alone is interest. However, as time passed, the interest has grown to an obsession. There was a need to possess and to mark. To shelter that form in his black wings and to see that person cringe in pain as rose thorns and serrated leaves scored the pale white canvas of skin.
It may be due to the lack of light, or the dull crystal light which gave a hazy feel to everything around. Secrets are hidden in the darkest part of night, but in a region immersed in eternal midnight, lies can become truth. Yet at this sudden revelation, no amount of sarcasm, wit, or rhetoric can save him from falling.
It was unnerving. Lord of All Mystics, why was he thinking of that half-mystic in this way? He who despises everything and holds everything at a distance with his sharp tongue ready to spit out poison at all who come near is unbalanced. Has he become as steeped in madness as the green-haired Black Knight? Or is this self-inflicted? It matter not, aside from that it is neither his fault nor his choice.
Draco's quicksilver eyes widened slightly in surprise. Gazing upon his partner, deep in the hold of Fascination, made him act without thinking. He grasped the other and moved his lips closer.
The Messenger heard a gasp, but the sound was ignored as he looked into the deep, stunned jade. "You--"
The other did not have a chance to say anything further as Draco felt him shiver against him. He could feel every quiver as the trembling boy could barely stand, his voice barely working.
Not that he had the chance as Draco pressed forward again.
The way the kiss started was far from intimate, just a mere brush of lips upon lips. However, the lack of movement from the other allowed the Prince of Darkness the advantage. He knew that this could end at any second, but at the moment, he quite conveniently discovered that he didn't care. The thought of someone else like Blaise or even Severus claiming this innocent/tainted creature angered him. However, he simply licked his lips and watched, fascinated, as the raven-haired half-mystic in front of him attempted to struggle.
''Just give yourself to me, Harry."
''Draco..."
A growl was ripped from the older mystic's throat as his eyes flashed darkly. "You are treading on dangerous ground if you say my name like that. Give unto me."
Once again, he did not allow respite as Draco descended upon Harry's lips with bruising force. It only took a moment to part the smaller boy's lips apart, but prying the boy's teeth apart took a longer time. Although barely conscious at the heady kiss of the other, Harry still would not surrender without a fight. However, Draco's insistence triumphed as he was welcomed into Harry's mouth, albeit hesitantly. Finally allowing the intrusion, Harry tilted his head at an angle to better accommodate the platinum-haired mystic's kisses. He really had no choice, for the desperation and the utter branding by the frenzied kisses upon his skin allowed for no rest, but a tight anticipation upon both parties.
Draco grasped at the ribbon tying Harry's jet black hair, languidly watching the strands spill over his leather gloved hands and against the white skin. He released the other's lips and smirked at the slightly violet lips parted before him. Green eyes met silver and held, both dark with lust and an unknown desire. Breaking his gaze, the Black Wing moved down and tugged at the nape of the neck of the Prince of All Mystics, baring a pale throat. Light violet veins traced faint lines across Harry's throat and rather than feeling repulsed, Draco found himself fascinated and famished.
It did not matter that the person before him has a higher status. It did not matter that he is a half-mystic. It did not matter that he is male. All that mattered was that Draco desires this person and that Harry is his. Fangs elongated from Draco's teeth as he prepared to sink them into the unmarred skin before him, both cold with mysticism, warm with life, and irresistible to mark as his own.
Draco suddenly opened his eyes to stare at the rainbow bridges and crystal light suspension across the region of Luminous. The visions are more intense than expected and the mystical signature of the three mystics are still strong. He is getting tired of this chase and of not seeing the only one who counts.
But he is getting closer as he unfurled his black wings again.
Everyone is changing because reality does not remain in the same place.
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to be continued...
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Disclaimers:
Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and SaGa Frontier belongs to SquareSoft. I hold no claim on anything.
Notes:
--Yes, I'm alive. Does anyone even bother to read the Author's Notes? I must admit that I'm guilty of this. However, I still apologize for taking so long. Writer's block, Disgaea, Naruto, PoT, AnimeExpo, and the third Harry Potter movie do not mix well. Actually, the reason I even got off of my slump was because it turns out that Hikari Nanase's (my best friend's alias) friend was capitulatedDream. Small world, eh? A promise is a promise.
--Speaking of promises. There's Draco. I promised Draco and you got him. I'm really uncertain about high-rated scenes and the R rating in this fic is honestly only due to dark themes. It's just a light R, high PG-13 because of how insane and obsessive and insanely obsessive some characters here are made out to be. I like to focus on plot because I am totally useless when writing even kissing scenes. I don't know. I just get really self-conscious of how I suck.
--Fred and George's twin predicament makes me want to write a totally separate fanfic just on that idea. What if twins in the Magical World really were two halves of the soul of an extremely powerful wizard? What if they actually had to kill each other because only destruction would come from having two incomplete wizards? It would definitely make me cry and hate myself, but the concept truly fascinates me.
--Thank you all for the reviews and I am glad that you have enjoyed my fic so far. I would thank each of you, but in reading some of the fics so far, I sometimes find myself saddened by the amount of thank yous versus the amount of fic. I am not necessarily saying that it is a bad thing, but I will wait until the very end to do so to spare some people the scrolling.
--Draco? Fighting off evil? Ask yourselves if Draco is a "good" character. Ask yourselves this after: is Harry a "good" character? winks Do not take things at face value, for you will be trapped in the unbalanced harmony of endless insanity. If you are really strong, try to decipher the prophecy. Don't worry, it's complete.