I am alive! My Sweet Little Shadow Demons!
I am so sorry for taking so long in uploading something, work had been a total pain in the ass and got busier then normal.
So this chapter is dedicated to Remus!
I decided to make him a background story, especially when I hinted at him being controlled, potioned and spelled up to his eyeballs!
Now I am going to answer a few reviews!
Elfin69: You have a lot of questions I am going to answer a few right now!
Mukuro would still be a Misfit, and a sarcastic Pineapple, but he won't be evil.
Yes, I plan on getting rid of those right away, especially the one in Harry's scar.
No, it wasn't Mundungus, it was more a family member of his, since Mung is more of a thief than anything.
Ah, that will be a surprise for Fanghook.
Deathgeonous: Yeah, I know I messed that chapter up a lot, like I said before I am not a writer in anyway. Its a hobby I picked up last year, I will continue to make mistakes I do not douobt that, but thank you so much for the tips. I'll slowly go through my chapters and fix the as best as I can! And I am very happy you are enjoying my story!
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And Yes, Big Brother Xanxus and Squalo are going to be a riot when the gaggle of kids grow!
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PedoBearLikesYaoi1234: No Natsuki is not a reincarnation of any Harry, I said it a few chapters back, that I may make a story like that someday~
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Natsuki tilted her head to the right, her eyes glazing over just a little bit. Kyouya stiffened a bit when he turned to see her, while everyone else was totally enthralled by Lussuria's and Dahlias shadow puppet show of some story he totally lost track of when he felt his Koneko's power spike and shift ever so slightly. The corners of his mouth tugged down slightly as he scooted closer to his Sky, worry slowly building up in his chest.
Natsuki gently reached out to him and grabed his hand after a few moments, slowly letting out a loud and slow breath of air which got everyone's attention, a very curious and slightly baffled look on her face. It made everyone even more curious and scooched in a bit closer to her, barely hearing her mumbled words of, "I did not expect that at all. Remus is the child of some very interesting people."
Now you may be wondering what I meant with that, well let's go back to when Death personally went to Remus. Why would he personally go to Remus Lupin, besides being a werewolf, who's system and cleansing would be so delicate and need precise use of Death's brand of magic.
Death was mightily displeased with how the young man was doped up to his eyeballs in potions, spells and a ritual or two. He was downright furious when it came to cleaning his blood and magic, he could feel the taint of Greyback's disgusting virus in his body. Considering that Greyback has been one of the worst infected in recent history, sending countless innocent children to his domain, he was intimately familiar to Greyback's lingering magic and virus. But he turned down right wrathful and blood thirsty when the blood work and his families detailed history buzzed through his head at lightning speed while keeping himself in check.
Contrary to popular belief, being a werewolf was not a curse made by some witch or wizard, nor was it a mutation of one's magic or blood, or a mucked-up potion's accident by someone. Being a werewolf could be a literal blessing or curse from a God or Goddess. One popular story and truth was of King Lycaon, and his barbaric and idiotic sacrifice of his son Nyctiums to Zeus. All just to quench his curiosity to see if he was actually all knowing and seeing. And his curiosity got quenched, Zeus was absolutely incensed at what he had done, Zeus cursed him and his family, and brought his innocent son back to life. Thankfully placing him somewhere safe and with an actual loving family. He snorted in complete distaste at him and his brood running rabid a few years later. They completely fell into madness and discord. Infecting innocents, and sinners alike. Out of petty vengeance against Zeus and plain old evil.
Though Death was still livid at Zeus for that fuck up, it made his job absolute hell, especially during some years throughout history, when hordes among hordes of innocent Children, grace his realm absolutely terrified and sickly from the mauling's of his mistake of not outright killing Lycaon and his brood.
(I am totally bullshitting some of this, since I am not so deep into lore or stories. I know some basics and such on, and may research it from time to time. But what I am saying now is kinda true, since Zeus did curse King Lycaon into a werewolf for ritually sacrificing his child or baby Nyctimus just to see if he was all knowing. He got pissed at this and turned Lycaon into a wolf along with his family. He also gave Nyctimus life again, while condemning his father and siblings. So I'mma roll with that.)
Death sneered at the vile virus that was lazily floating in front of him in a disgusting greyish black goop. His sneer deepened and turned almost feral when a purplish green liquid started coming out of his pores in a lazy haze. "Wolfbane potion." he spat out in disgust extremely satisfied he had Remus in such a deep coma like sleep, seeing as the extraction of the potion was making him slightly convulse in pain and discomfort.
Death's magic gently curled around Remus and his wolf Moony, calming them down immediately especially Moony. The magic felt so comforting, so warm and welcoming, it also felt crisp and soothing like Autumn early in the mornings. It took a while for Death's magic to seep into Moony's weary soul and battered magic, but when it finally clicked, he let out a mournful but slightly joy filled howl. But you could still hear the pent-up pain and sadness. Death's frustration and building fury settled slightly, absolutely glad that his Childe's child still knew him instinctively.
As Death discarded his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves then loosened his tie, stance widening slightly to get better balance. The intense healing and mending he had to do was going to be draining, and tedious but worth it. He could not bear to see his practical grandchild in such pain and disfiguration from all that Dumbledore has done too Remus and Moony. Especially the memory and magical binds, he will make Dumbledore's after life the most hellish and vile to ever exist. Making sure to double up the protections and other such things in the cave, he let loose his hold on his magic and Death began to heal and reconstruct Remus to how he was supposed to be. Death snarled in absolute fury as images of Remus being stolen from his rightful family flooded him, of everything Dumbledore did to have a loyal dog at his beck and call whenever needed. Though he did feel a vindictive glee and sadistic pleasure as more images flooded his mind, of a totally livid and furious Gabriel Van Helsing tore down a nest of rabid and crazed vampires down to nothing but cinders.
Though he did smile fondly as he watched his Childe, memories of how he found him so close to Death after defending a small village from a Werewolf that snapped. The infection was killing him, as his magic was rejecting it with all its might. He howled in pain, but was at ease with himself as well for helping the small village survive. It intrigued him so much, so he peeked into his life and what he saw really impressed him and made him chuckle as he finally figured out who he was. He was one of his favored Children. He did so much and didn't ask for anything in return, so he helped him, healed him and took care of him for years after. They had become close and he actually saw him as a Son, so they talked for hours one day, and he offered the Blessing of the true Werewolf. He chuckled again as Gabriel snarled at him, but he quickly explained that he would be in total control, it would be a coexistence between the two. He would be able to transform when ever and where ever he wants, and nights of the full moon he would get a major power boost in his transformed state. His Human form would be 20-times stronger than the average human, then there was his hybrid form which is the typical description many a Mundane got down to a Tee. A 6-foot 9 buff werewolf with the body. It was almost human like, but the difference was the claw like hands and feet, furred body and tail and wolf head and ridiculously strong. And his final form was an actual Wolf, except you know huge, built for speed, strength and hunting. It was a little more feral since it's the base form but it was something that Gabriel used plenty of times for ambushes. It took months and a lot of convincing but he did take it, though the being practically immortal slipped his mind. Which ended up biting him later when Gabriel confronted him and laid into him for not mentioning that tiny fact.
He sighed before more images flooded his mind again. He felt pleased and a little amused as an equally furious Count Vlad Dracula appeared next to him the severed heads of a pack of particularly disturbing werewolves dragging behind him strung on a nasty looking silver dipped rope. "Anything?" Vlad asked in a tired and collected voice as he flung the rope into the burning pile of corpses. You could hear the hope and still burning fury in his voice as the sun slowly peeked through the thick smoke of clouds. His Ruby Red eyes closed slowly savoring the sun, glad that his Love was able to convince his Father after so many years to fix his curse after his major screw up centuries ago.
Gabriel sighed roughly while running his right hand through his hair in irritation. "Nothing..." He grunted as he flung the heart of the leader of the rabid vampires into the raging Hell Fire. "I think it's time to call my Father Vlad. It's been years and our lead has finally gone cold. I..." Gabriel sighed deeply as he scrubbed his face willing his tears away. He was tired, oh so tired of this wild goose chase, he convinced himself that Vlad, Isabella, Frank and himself would be enough. But it wasn't, every lead, every single clue always ended in a dead end or some sort of trap. Vlad sighed lightly and hugged Gabriel closely as he fought back his tears. His own heart clenching tightly as his Love started shaking in his arms. But he swore in the broken and burning room of their son that the bastard that took their precious Remus was going to pay, and pay fucking dearly for what they have caused their little family. Especially when they found Isabella cowering in a corner holding her stomach tightly as her body was covered in cuts and bruises in the midst of labor of her and Franks children. They were lucky that they got there in time to save the three, though Isabella became sadistic when out hunting with them. The bastard was going to suffer a fate worse than Death once she got her hands on him. Especially how the Bastard ripped her godson from her arms feeding him some foul-smelling potion and then tortured her for hours before finally fleeing like a little shit. That is if Frankie didn't get his hands on him for putting his wife and twins in so much danger. And especially for the potion he fed his sweet Godson, it still made his stomach roil in pure disgust once he figured out what it did. It warped the persons mind, made them loyal to a disturbing degree to the first person they saw.
Vlad's head twisted to the side, his sharp eyes squinting slightly into the smoky black haze as heavy footsteps crushed broken pieces of vampires. His forming scowl relaxing into a tired smile as he saw Frankenstein drag the body of the leader of the deranged werewolves behind him. Frankie was one tall mother fucker once his Love's father finally fixed him up proper from the mess that crazed doctor made him from. Though he was tall before, now he actually looked Human, and very handsome he was. His new height is 7 foot 5, (I know he is supposed to be like super taller but felt like bringing it down a bit) built like a brick house and just as sturdy. He still had faint scars over his body from the stitches, he decided to keep them to not forgot and keep moving forward for something better and amazing. His electrifying green eyes roving over them, assessing them for critical damage before flinging the carcass of the "Alpha" into the still raging Hell Fire. Frankie ran his fingers through his matted black hair letting out a deep sigh. Though he did cock his head to the side when he caught Vlad's gaze sharpen again as he saw the blood on his fingers and hand after running them through his hair. He chuckled lowly, walking over to them a tired smile tugging at his lips. "It is not mine Brother. Some lowly little bitch tried an air drop on me. I skewered her with my short sword." He said in an amused voice and sat down next to his brothers in all but blood.
Yes, he was still a little peeved at Vlad for the problems he caused long ago, but is also very grateful for him for saving his wife and children. Though he still feels a deep pang of rage and shame for what happened to his godson and family. He sighed again and looked over at his brothers, a smile a bit happier tugging at his lips as he watched Vlad sit down next to him, carefully maneuvering an exhausted Gabriel in his arms as he finally passed out from exhaustion, stress and rage. "So, what will we do now Brother...?" He trailed off lightly, the "Now that we know this is a dead end and a trap as well." not said but still implied.
Vlad sighed, and gently rested his chin on top of Gabriel's head a slightly pinched, hopeful but resigned expression fliting across his face in a matter of seconds. "Gabriel already decided on what we do next," he paused a little reaching into the inner pocket of his cloak and taking out a Black Crystal with a flicker of Neon Green and Fire Red in the middle. Frankie's eyes widen like saucers before he sighed and nodded, it was only a matter of time before they had to call him. And frankly, he was glad, it's been some 20 odd years, it was time to call in Father. "Very well." He nodded slightly and watched Vlad sigh again he swallowed thickly before crushing the Crystal in his hands. They waited a moment eyes closed tightly as they held their breath waiting for the slightly oppressive pressure their Father gave out when summoned.
When a few moments passed and nothing happened Vlad opened his eyes and stared at the Crystal eyebrows furrowed in worry. Did something happen to the Crystal, was their Father okay, before his worry could amount into anything more serious a portal about the size of a medium mirror opened in front of them. It rippled slightly before the image of Death appeared in front of them, his swirling magic manifesting around him in a beautiful display. It glowed and danced in beautiful hues of Green, Purple, Blue, Yellow and Red. His eyes fully concentrated on the cocoon of raw magic in front of him. "Sufletel?" Death grunted out slightly a small drop of sweat on his brow as he concentrated on his Grandchild. "What is the matter?" His Romanian coming out with an English accent as he wasn't really paying much attention to them. Though he had an inkling as to why they finally called, he huffed in his mind, his Childe and Son-in-law where stubborn.
Vlad shuffled around a little, a slight blue tinge coloring his cheeks as he held Gabriel a little closer to his chest. "Father, we need your help..." He took in a deep breath letting it out slowly, then he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, his mouth suddenly felt dry and his throat closed slightly. He swallowed before biting his lower lip. His left hand gently caressed Gabriel's face his tight hold on his emotions snapping as the comforting magic and power of their father gently flowed through the mirror. The damn burst open as he sobbed harshly as the words flowed through his mouth like vomit. About how Gabriel and himself where finally able to conceive, how their precious son looked so much like the both of them, but had Gabriel's stunning chocolate golden eyes. How their precious little family was getting two more a year after Remus was born because Isabella and Frankie where finally able to conceive as well. How all of that was almost destroyed as their little home was invaded while Gabriel, Frankie and himself where gone to make a treaty with the Prussian Magical Royalty, as was agreed three years before. Seeing as he was the actual King of the Romanian Magicals and the King of Prussian Magicals was actually Vlad's younger Brother Dan, who married the then Kings only Daughter Constance.
A vein twitched on Death's jaw as he heard his little Sufletel anguished voice of what happened to his son and sister when they raced back to their then home. Seeing as the castle was under construction after his and Gabriel's fight centuries ago. He felt his power and magic spike slightly at how Frankie recounted what the potion was and how his wife and children where. Seeing as Vlad sobbed into Gabriel's hair, after a few moments he continued his tale of how much they went through to get their son back. How many traps, and wild leads they followed? The rural and savage villages they had to fight and decimate of the feral vampires, werewolves and other such nasties that no one will miss or mess up the balance. The vein in Death's jaw twitched again when he noticed how close they actually where then they were led far away from Britain and into dangerous situations.
As their story tapered off into a heavy silence, the only noise the swirling magic of Death, and slight heaving of Vlad. Death grunted again a feral and enraged look morphing his features, he was pissed this happened and he had no clue seeing as the Death of many children and adolescents happened during those years which kept him extremely occupied. Fuck Greyback and his deranged pack, they were going to fucking die in the most painful way. And their afterlife was going to be so much worse he swore it, he shot out a small bit of his magic to Gabriel, to revitalize and awake him. He needed to tell them now and arrange things with them in a few hours. Thank fuck for being able to manipulate time to his will like nothing, because healing his Grandson would have took weeks in normal time on Earth.
Gabriel grunted and coughed as he awoke, his throat felt sore and itchy from repressing his sobs, he froze after a moment when he felt Vlad breaking down. He sat up and pulled him close, rubbing circles on his back to calm him down. Then out of nowhere he felt his Father's magic wash over them, calm Vlad down and making him turn his head to the Mirror the portal a few feet in front of them. "Puisor." (I think it means Cub in Romanian, correct me if I am Wrong. Ah Sufletel is supposed to mean Little Soul, again correct me in I am wrong.)
Death greeting lightly before his eyes narrowed a bit before his hands clenched lightly and twisted inwards, his arms going down a few inches before widening again. His fingers seemed to dance in front of his, it was mesmerizing. "Father..." Gabriel said in a soft murmur and he gently stroked Vlad's soft and slightly bloody hair.
Death just grunted again, then cut off his Son before he began to talk again. "I know Puisor, I know. Vlad told me everything." He said in a gentle voice, he took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. Better get it over with now, just like taking off a band aid. "Listen Puisor, Sufletel and Ursulet, I have him, I have him." All three froze to their core at his words before Gabriel and Vlad launched themselves forward a desperate and slightly crazed look in their eyes. "Puisor, Sufletel, I need you both to calm down. He...he wasn't in very good condition when I found him." Death said in a stern and commanding voice, though his heart hurt a bit when a look of devastation crossed their faces when they registered his words of their Childs condition. "I promise you I will tell you how I found him, what he has been through and who took him." His voice sharpened and hardened at his last words. "So please return home, shower, then get patched up, then eat a filling meal then go to sleep. Because what I have to say is long, and I have to concentrate on him right now."
They both wanted to protest at this, but their boost in power was waning, the swallowed back their demands and simply nodded. Frankie just nodded and wrapped a thin leather rope around the three. He simply nodded at their Father and promised just that. Before they vanished in a smooth jump back home, he saw the slight smile on his Father's lips as the Mirror faded.
Death sighed that felt like months ago as he was finally finished the healing of his Grandchild. He quickly redressed him and gently set him down the slowly started waking him. Remus woke up slowly, feeling weird and disoriented as all fuck. He groaned lightly and gently massaged his temples trying to stave off a migraine. God the cleansing was hell, his mouth felt dry and his head was pounding in pain.
Death smiled a bit before handing Remus a glass of cool water, Remus smiled a little taking the glass and taking small sips of water for a few moments before drinking the water swiftly. Then he grinned more as Death handed him a vial of pain relief potion. He chugged it quickly then smiled blissfully of the migraine ebbing away.
Death sighed lightly before conjuring a chair and sitting down in front of his Grandchild, he chugged his own vial of Pepper Up Potion, happy of the small boost in energy. He cleaned his face with a wet cloth this talk was going to take a lot out of him, he was glad the calming potion he added to the water was scentless, tasteless and colorless. It was a small amount so he wouldn't explode.
And explode he did when the talk got underway, he raged, and cried, destroyed and snarled in rage, sadness and slight emptiness from the years lost. The manipulations and deceit and everything that is raw and ugly of what happened to him. Remus sobbed for hours in the arms of his Grandfather; his body shook harshly as he choked in trying to repress it. Death just sighed and rested his chin on his Grandchild's head a pained but slightly fond smile on his face, remembering how his Dad's do the same thing.
After a few more hours, getting more detailed answers and a fresh shower for the both of them and a filling meal and fresh change of clothes they sat down and planned. And all that brings us back to the day Remus left for Daniella's Small Cottage at the edge of her forest of her Villa. He sat in the living room in a recliner next to the roaring fire, thinking about all that's happened. His repressed memories clear in his mind now, tears gently rolling down his cheeks. He was drained, emotionally, Spiritually and Magically. But he felt so clean, his body didn't ache at all anymore, and he very carefully reached out to his wolf. So many years of fear, self-hate and so many other things, so he was cautious and slow with contacting him. It'll be a process they both knew, but now they had all the time in the world. He slowly swirled the whisky in his tumbler, the ice gently clicking against the glass. God he was totally taking a page out of Padfoot's book and getting black out drunk. He will deal with the bullshit and mess tomorrow, he slugged back his drink and poured himself another.