Where in the World is Harry James Potter?
Chapter 8: Azarel's story
Nearly a year after Harry had vanished from the Wizarding world, Harry was called down to the courtyard, without his armor or spear/staff. As usual, Harry admired his drawings before jumping out the window of the tall tower. Harry knew he had been fighting Azarel at somewhere near his true power now, and presently that level was at least twice what it was when they first started dueling.
Merlin and Azarel were there.
"Harry? We need to talk." Merlin said in a let's-get-to-business tone
"I didn't exactly tell you the entire truth about me." Azarel said, his pale face showing no emotion like usual.
Azarel raised his hands in the air and stretched. There was a sound similar to knuckle cracking mixed with cloth being ripped as large feathery wings, eight feet log each popped out of his back. His eyes lost their usual watery blue color and turned white, the pupil disappearing. As he spoke, his voice seemed to linger around and had an authorative quality to it. He told his story.
**Azarel's POV years ago**
I am an Angel. An Arch-Angel to be specific. I was general of Heaven's army. I was revered and respected. If God ever were to step down, I would have been the next in line.
Hell had enough of sitting back and watching, and decided to take the world you live in today. Thousands of Deamons, monsters, dead and even Satan himself came out of hell to take earth. It was to be his new stronghold.
Naturally, it was my job to mobilize my forces against them. The minions of hell brought forth pestilence and death across the land, destroying the great race of creatures that roamed the planet.
Seas boiled. The sky rained fire. The land blackened, and the Angels of Heaven battled the creatures of hell.
Many brave warriors fell during that war, but Hell was pushed back. That only made them more determined to win earth from us. Within a few months, mortal time, they had reopened a gateway to hell and released chaos upon the earth yet again.
Satan was determined to either win, or die trying. Every last Angel and deamon, Monster and dead were either banished or slaughtered.
It was me and Satan, right in the middle of the continent. With zeal, cunning and honor, I fought him. He with his whip, me with my sword.
With the mighty force of our powers clashing cracked the continents. Years our battle lasted, yet it might have been only moments. I injured him then. Pierced his stomach. In a fury, he fled to hell, banishing me into the mortal realm for eternity. I have remained here ever since.
**end Azarel's flashback**
"Is there any way to send you home?" Harry asked after a long, stunned silence.
"I was just getting to that. You're sharper than you look, mortal." Azarel replied
"And?" Harry asked impatiently
"And, I have to be defeated by a mortal in hand to hand combat while I fight as hard as I possibly can." Azarel replied grimly
In the time following, Harry trained more diligently than before, Inlcluding strength training, (pushing boulders) endurance training, ( being hit by Merlin's Crutatius curse repeatedly) concentration training (singing one song while Merlin, Azarel and a few magical mouths sung different ones) and speed training (running, in his armor, carrying Azarel in his armor while Azarel held weights.
Harry would do what he could, and nothing else. Azarel deserved to return to Heaven, despite the belief of Satan.
Nearly a year after Harry had vanished from the Wizarding world, Harry was called down to the courtyard, without his armor or spear/staff. As usual, Harry admired his drawings before jumping out the window of the tall tower. Harry knew he had been fighting Azarel at somewhere near his true power now, and presently that level was at least twice what it was when they first started dueling.
Merlin and Azarel were there.
"Harry? We need to talk." Merlin said in a let's-get-to-business tone
"I didn't exactly tell you the entire truth about me." Azarel said, his pale face showing no emotion like usual.
Azarel raised his hands in the air and stretched. There was a sound similar to knuckle cracking mixed with cloth being ripped as large feathery wings, eight feet log each popped out of his back. His eyes lost their usual watery blue color and turned white, the pupil disappearing. As he spoke, his voice seemed to linger around and had an authorative quality to it. He told his story.
**Azarel's POV years ago**
I am an Angel. An Arch-Angel to be specific. I was general of Heaven's army. I was revered and respected. If God ever were to step down, I would have been the next in line.
Hell had enough of sitting back and watching, and decided to take the world you live in today. Thousands of Deamons, monsters, dead and even Satan himself came out of hell to take earth. It was to be his new stronghold.
Naturally, it was my job to mobilize my forces against them. The minions of hell brought forth pestilence and death across the land, destroying the great race of creatures that roamed the planet.
Seas boiled. The sky rained fire. The land blackened, and the Angels of Heaven battled the creatures of hell.
Many brave warriors fell during that war, but Hell was pushed back. That only made them more determined to win earth from us. Within a few months, mortal time, they had reopened a gateway to hell and released chaos upon the earth yet again.
Satan was determined to either win, or die trying. Every last Angel and deamon, Monster and dead were either banished or slaughtered.
It was me and Satan, right in the middle of the continent. With zeal, cunning and honor, I fought him. He with his whip, me with my sword.
With the mighty force of our powers clashing cracked the continents. Years our battle lasted, yet it might have been only moments. I injured him then. Pierced his stomach. In a fury, he fled to hell, banishing me into the mortal realm for eternity. I have remained here ever since.
**end Azarel's flashback**
"Is there any way to send you home?" Harry asked after a long, stunned silence.
"I was just getting to that. You're sharper than you look, mortal." Azarel replied
"And?" Harry asked impatiently
"And, I have to be defeated by a mortal in hand to hand combat while I fight as hard as I possibly can." Azarel replied grimly
In the time following, Harry trained more diligently than before, Inlcluding strength training, (pushing boulders) endurance training, ( being hit by Merlin's Crutatius curse repeatedly) concentration training (singing one song while Merlin, Azarel and a few magical mouths sung different ones) and speed training (running, in his armor, carrying Azarel in his armor while Azarel held weights.
Harry would do what he could, and nothing else. Azarel deserved to return to Heaven, despite the belief of Satan.