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What was happening now, you ask? Harry Potter had stood up, and I'd let him. Dried blood stained his clothing, the outside of the wound covered in drying blood. I wanted nothing more than to tug off those ripped, faded jeans, and lick the blood away. I probably would at some point, but now a lesson had to be learned. I was almost positive I knew what he was going to try. I would have if I was sane.

Harry ran for the wide open door that Hades had so nicely kicked open, leaving the doorway bare. He used those long, pale, legs that had helped him run probably his whole life, to run for the door. I smiled at Hades, and he grinned back.

Harry ran straight into Hades, who was just suddenly there. No sense of movement, nothing seen, just there.

"What the fuck!" Harry tried to struggled against Hades, because Hades was holding him against him. "What the Hell are you?"

"I'm 100 demon," Hades grinned. "Buddies, of a sort, with Lucifer Himself."

Harry didn't exactly seem to know what to say to that. He settled on, "Then what are you, Malfoy?"

"I'm still your basic wizard turned major sadist, Harry, but me and Hades…we're close," I winked at Harry. "I get some of the benefits of being demon, by drinking his blood, while still being human." I watched him closely while I said this, waiting for a reaction.

Harry's face tightened once again, eyes hardening ever so slightly, which was very interesting. Was he being possessive, even without outright saying it? It just got better and better.

"Fine, whatever, it's not like I care."

"Trying to convince me or yourself?"

He scowled at me. "Don't get into that again."

"Then why don't you just tell me and get it over with?" I said, eyebrows raised.

Hades leaned in just a little closer to Harry, and his eyes widened, and he struggled to be let go, something done to him that only he and Hades knew. Me, I was betting Hades had pressed himself into Harry's groin, give him an idea of just how much this was turning us on. Give him an idea of what would come next.

See, you can torture people, you can give them all the pain you like. Scar them? Oh, yeah. They'll have scars no one will ever see, and scars that will be there all their life that anyone could see, on their bodies. They will scream in their sleep, or, maybe they won't sleep. It will have its effects.

But Hades' art, hobby, if you will, leaves scars that won't ever leave. That will manifest itself always, that will leave plenty of things to trigger you. Nothing like getting raped to screw with you. Personally, I've never been interested in the act itself, not me doing it. But the after effects, I just adore. Naturally, we go for a mix of things to insure that our victims won't ever survive it. Rape, torture, wonderful things both, but there is more than just physical torture and rape to really cause lasting effects. Oh, yes, so much more.

"Let me go, let me GO!" the last word was screamed. Unfortunately Harry's dagger had been lost a while before, laying almost forgotten on the cold, stone floor. I know Hades would have appreciated it. If there was ever a bigger living masochist, I have not met them.

As it was, he beat at him with his hands, and when it wrapped around his face, he tore into the arm that held him.

"I need to fuck him, Draco, right now!" Hades ground out. Harry was going slightly berserk, and seemed set upon tearing Hades apart with nothing but his body.

I sighed. "You aren't making this any easier, Harry. If you want to get fucked first, a good way to do that is hurt Hades."

That seemed to get to him. "Why isn't there anything I can fucking do!" he raged. "I can't escape because that bastard is a demon, I can't hurt him because he's a raging masochist, I hurt you and nothing seemed to happen, look it's already healed!" I knew it was, and touched my cheek, not needing to touch my arm, but knowing anyhow that both were healed, the only evidence there had ever been a wound was the dried blood.

"I can't give you anything, because you're fucking crazy and you do this, this, for fun!" his hand hovered above the still bleeding, puffy mass of flesh that was clearly reacting to the salt. "I can't even move because I'm being held against the hard-on of a demon!"

"Let him go, just for a second, Hades."

Hades did so, with obvious reluctance. Not that he listened to me, don't think he does. Only Hades can control Hades.

Harry ran over to the dagger, picked it up, and ran over to me, and held it above my heart. I stayed perfectly still, not making a move to stop him. "You aren't even going to stop me," he said softly.

"No," I agreed. "I'm not."

He tensed, as if to shove it through. They lie, you know. You can't push a dagger into someone, it must be done with force, or, even if it does go in, it won't be all the way. His eyes narrowed, and he drew the dagger back, and then rested it just on the flesh that separated my ribcage from the world. "Fuck!" he swore, and threw it to the ground, hard, as if he threw it hard enough, it would make up for not killing me.

I watched, interested, as he paced around the room, and as he let out a wordless scream. It was a scream of deep frustration, rage, and pain. You think the pain stops when we pull away? Oh no. I knew the salt still burned like acid, that the cut still stung like Hell, and that it still hurt badly.

"PMS much, Harry?" I asked him, still amused.

He spun on his heel to face me, eyes wild, dark hair falling over his eyes. "I've got enough shit in my life without you butting in. Just let me the fuck go!"

"The whole point of this is to put more shit in your life, Harry." I walked up him, butcher knife hanging loosely in one hand. "And I find it fascinating that you can't kill me."

"You let me near you! You knew I couldn't do it, didn't you!" he spat. As a semi-unhuman being, I was sensing a lot of nasty emotions. A mound of self-hatred so thick and so deep, it made me think I'd never seen a worse case before. There was anger, most of it directed at himself, most of it trying to find an outlet and settling on me.

"I was pretty sure, yes," I admitted. "But I've survived a lot worse than being stabbed, even in the heart, or I wouldn't have let you get that close."

"Don't you have any emotions?" Harry asked, anger still in his voice. "Don't you ever feel anything?"

"Of course I do, you stupid boy!" I paused, pretending to think. "Happiness, being dead, disgust, I feel all kinds of stuff. Does feeling sadistic count? That's pretty much always there."

"Being dead?"

"Now be honored, Harry, I'm going to share something very personal." I took another step towards him. "Being dead is an emotion, but that in itself is redundant, because being dead is nothing. When you are dead, you are a shell. You cannot feel sensations as you would when you are not dead, you cannot feel emotion, it's like being in a waking coma, or, as it is so obvious named for, being dead. It's also the emptiness, strangely enough, that allows many people to kill. Those people that don't kill for pleasure, but for purpose, and aren't all the way gone to our side, well, that emptiness gives them what they need to kill. It empties them of sensations that might be distracting, like pain. It empties them of emotions that might get in the way. Psychiatrists have described it to me as the deepest a state of depression can go, (A/N: Truth.) and that can be true."

Harry stepped back like he'd been slapped. "No."

"Actually, yes, it's all true, just kind of varying states of it," I explained, watching his face carefully.

"That can't – you're crazy, you're crazy, you have your own logic, it doesn't apply to the real world," he shook his head over and over again.

"Denial, Harry?" I asked lightly. "That's a bad, bad way of thinking. Denial is what gets people killed."

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A/N: Sorry if it's short, or not a very good chapter ending, the original chapter was 12 pages long, and I thought that was rather long. For those wondering what the H's stand for, it's for Hades, my favorite character ever.