Edited 04/28/2020
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It was summoned by him. A green ball of qi hovered in the air crackling with small bolts of uncontrolled energy. It hovered losing energy waiting for his order. Only when he reached out and demanded to be be saved did it move. Suddenly, it moved. It ripped through Vernon's body leaving behind a fist sized hole. It floated upward peaceful like the eye of a hurricane. Only when Harry decided that Dudley was next did it move. It struck down at Dudley blasting through skull and brain matter. The orb spun as Harry turned his attention to Petunia, a tentacle shot from its whole skewering Petunia through the chest. Each kill seemed to increase the orb's qi instead of decreasing it. The orb must have fed off the essence of its victims. After killing three mortals it had more qi than ever. He had no more targets but there were still so many things to sever. It shot across the street cutting until it was starved of new essence and dissipated.
Harry opened his eyes slowly. Everything was blurry, his sixth sense was barely functioning, and his throat hurt. He looked to see Uncle Vernon's corpse on top of him. The dead man's hands had fallen aside after upon death. Using his elbows, he slowly pulled himself out from under the corpses.
He looked over the scene and shook his head. Dudley had a Nintendo upstairs. After a quick shower he sat himself in Dudley's room and turned on the system.
As he played, his thoughts moved to the Dursleys. Harry wouldn't call himself happy about the Dursley's deaths but at least they weren't a problem anymore.
Over the next couple hours his qi recovered. His damaged throat hurt less, and strength returned to his limbs. After using all his qi in a single attack his body began adapting. The next time he used the spell, it would be easier.
Harry changed out the game moving to the next one in Dudley's collection.
He was growing accustomed to breaking rules. Harry hadn't experienced something like this before. Playing games wasn't allowed they were another thing only for Dudley. Now that they were dead and couldn't stop him, he felt like the scales were finally balancing.
As he played, Harry found himself relaxed. Time ticked away until dawn. It wouldn't be long before someone investigated the Dursley's disappearance. He squeezed his hand feeling the controller shatter.
His mind was a pot threatening to boil over. Inside he was a mix hate, regret, joy, and sorrow. This should have been a moment of triumph, but he didn't know what to do. He wanted to know more about his parents but his link to them was dead.
Last night didn't play out how it should have. If his uncle hadn't messed with cultish nonsense maybe things would be different. Harry had an option he was an immortal with a ton of esoteric knowledge burned into his skull. While he searched through the mess in his head, he sat down and played a game.
He flipped through his journal refreshing himself with what he knew about the Dao of puppetry.
An hour later, he made his way to Aunt Petunia's body. He knew a magic like the dangerous Dao of reincarnation. The Dao of puppetry ran dangerously close to the Dao of reincarnation. Harry knew the basics. He hoped he knew enough to raise his aunt. He took a kitchen knife from the dishwasher and cut her blouse open.
Strange symbols covered her corpse. Harry shivered at their appearance. Small fish scales grew around them. He reached out and touched one of the symbols. Pain lanced up his arm as his flesh sizzled against the cold rune. A layer of skin turned black and fell off his hand.
Mixing Daoist magic with whatever this was couldn't be good. Then again was there much to work with anyway. His skin healed slowly over the red irritated spots on his fingertips.
Harry carved strange symbols in Petunia's chest. When each symbol was completed, he pricked his finger with a sewing needle and let the blood drop in each carving. Harry wracked his brain for the next step. There were salves he needed for the process. It would be easier, if he could store the body for a few years and let his magic take hold. That wasn't an option.
If he had time, he could store her organs in a jar to improve his control over the puppet. Petunia would be raised as a weak undead with minimal intelligence. He could ask her questions, but she wouldn't have any emotion, personality, or creativity.
He checked the clock when he finished preparations. It was five in the afternoon. Just preparing Petunia to be raised had taken more than twelve hours. The bodies were starting to stink.
Harry thrust his hand forward and released five green strings of qi. They attached themselves to the carvings on Petunia and her body began to shake. Her head turned to one side then the other. She rose from the ground and blinked. Harry saw more life in her eyes than he'd thought possible. She took one look at her husband and son then shrieked.
"Quiet," Harry ordered, and her mouth shut. At least that worked, he would have been up the creak if it didn't. He reasoned his talent with puppetry was greater than average. She rose and charged him mouth shut.
"Stop," Harry whispered. He stepped forward on the blood encrusted carpet.
"Your son was a fat piece of shit who bullied me every chance he had. Your husband was a fat tub of lard more interested in feeding into your bigotry than being a man. Now you're my slave and there is nothing you can do to free yourself." Harry smiled at Petunia and she couldn't disguise her fear.
"Clean up this mess and act normal. If anyone asks, what could you say to convince them to go away?" His words felt villainous to his lips. Each a callous blow that he knew struck with critical force.
Petunia opened her mouth shaking. The strings that bound her to his will shook a sign his control was weak. "I would tell them Vernon left me because I threatened to divorce him. He took Dudley and left for Asia. They would believe it." Petunia said.
"Very good, you'll tell them exactly that." Harry said. Acting in charge was exhausting. After this he'd meditate and restore his qi.
"What did you do to my Vernon and son?" Harry thought of all the nightmares, punishment for accidental magic, and the beatings. He wouldn't lie but he wouldn't be gentle either.
"Your husband brought a cursed book into your home and this was the result."
"Why can't you bring them back like me?" Petunia asked. Harry remembered a certain threat Vernon made once and the lye in the shed.
"I could bring them back, but it wouldn't be them." Harry pointed to his head. "They're too brain damaged. Toss them in the tub aunt Petunia. There is some lye in the shed, dump it over their bodies. I'll return in a few hours to shatter their bones. We can burry what doesn't go down the drain in the garden." Harry said. This felt good, like an actual balancing of the scales.
"You're a monster we fed you, put a roof over your head, and this is how you repay us." Petunia shrieked. Her voice was cut short when Harry pulled on her strings.
"If I'm a monster you made me one. I hope the last nine years was worth it. You have an eternity of slavery to look forward to. Oh, and you're not allowed to kill yourself or cause self-harm. You aren't allowed to hurt anyone that doesn't try to kill you first." Harry said. Harry clapped his hands. "What are you waiting for get to work." There was more work to do than just raising Petunia.
He stepped out of the house and stared at the car. The Dursleys only had one car. Harry had to wonder would Vernon leave with the car or not. Harry was more than willing to drive into a lake. But Petunia would need to it get supplies to repair the house. As he looked at number four private drive, he thought about tearing down some walls for a training room.
There was no time like the present. Harry leapt forward and dashed with an elbow. He spun delivering a knee stepped back and delivered a series of powerful punches to invisible enemies. In his mind, he was fighting a fellow qi expert. He moved about getting faster as his mental enemy's movement became sharper. His strength was equal to 2.2 horses. He was growing stronger by the day. In a few more months he'd be in the 3rd stage of refinery.
Neighbors on private drive were nosy but none watched now. It was dark around seven at night. Harry sensed something was happening inside and pulled at the strings. Petunia would be frozen in place until Harry reached the bathroom.
He arrived to see Petunia seconds away from diving into the slurry of lye and flesh. Harry let out a sigh then tugged on the strings connecting her. She was made to walk away.
"This is what happens when you disobey. Clean the house for the rest of the night." Harry closed the door to the second bathroom and opened a window to let the fumes pour out.
The next morning Harry took a shovel and crushed the remaining brittle bones amongst the brown sludge in the tub. With some healthy application of draino he was able to get the sludge down the drain.
He stepped down to the stairs to see Petunia his cupboard. Harry thought about making that her new room but tossed the idea aside. As fun as revenge was there's work to do and a puppet didn't sleep. Petunia had ripped up the carpet and made a trip to the hardware store. She was busily putting down a new floor while Harry updated his journal.
Just as he turned a page his journal the doorbell rang. With a sigh Harry closed his journal and went to the door to open it. On the other side of the door was Mr. Capper. The cane in the man's hand really brough out his 1920s captain of industry image. In reality the man gave off more of a cult leader vibe.
"Hello young man, may I come in, it seems your relatives have misplaced their prayer book." The man held up a copy of the book with a fist sized hole ripped through it. "Do you understand what I'm saying, you little shite?"
The man moved swiftly smashing the end of his cane against Harry's face. Harry's head fell to the side before the man hit him again for good measure. When the cane came for a third hit Harry caught it.
With the cane in his hand Harry was able to get a measure of Mr. Capper's strength. He was roughly one and a half times as strong as a human. The man struggled to get his cane, but it didn't budge from Harry's hand.
"You infidel wizard let go of my cane." Harry smiled because he could feel it. Now that the book was dead it had no more power here.
A sense of danger swept through him and he dove to the side. Whip like tentacles flew out from within Mr. Capper's suit. Harry's eyes widened when he realized he'd been ignoring reality. The suit the man wore was a collection of black tentacles.
Just behind the man were vans full of cultists in salesman uniforms. The stepped out of the vans and left for each door carrying their strange books. Mr. Capper straightened up.
"I thought before that you were just a dumb infidel. But now I know that isn't the case. You will never be part of the faithful. I declare you apostate. I wouldn't leave this house if I were you." Harry couldn't help but wonder why this cultist didn't escalate. Harry grabbed one of the golf clubs near the door.
Harry swung it at Mr. Capper's face. Only for the tentacles to move to block and attack. Harry twisted around the attack. His qi was singing something about this guy made Harry want to kill him.
Harry brought his hand up and produced two green spheres. He decided to name these spells Sever All. The two orbs rotated around Harry ready to sever anything that got close. The suit formed a set of spider's legs that lifted the Mr. Capper into the air. He hovered there as the limbs yanked him forward.
This was the first time he consciously used the sever all spell. He pointed his finger at Mr. Cappers head and the green orb shot forward. Tentacles bunched up in front of the cultists face as the orb hit. Severed black tentacles fell on the ground only to quickly regrow.
"This is the power of worship the gift of a god's love." His orb returned to hover next to the first orb. Harry restored its qi while the cultist closed the distance.
"No god answered me in my time of need. I was afraid and willing, but no one came." Harry moved forward and slammed his golf club into the cultists mass of defensive tentacles. One of the orbs lurched forward and extended hundreds of green tentacles. They quickly pried open the black tentacles. The spider legs slammed down onto Harry only for his other orb to form a hovering shield.
"The Gods give our lives meaning. Without them we'd live without a purpose." The cultist opened his mouth as his neck elongated. His teeth had become fangs.
Harry's fist shot forward with the full power of his cultivation base. The blow sunk the cultist's head in before its body flipped over.
"A wrench has a purpose should we have lobotomized you and bend you to task. Truly that is the epitome of happiness. Don't worry I also have a purpose for you." Harry caught up to the cultist to see its skull rapidly healing. One of the orbs shot down.
Just when the creature's head reformed the green ball shot through it. The sever all pulped the creature's skull.
Mr. Capper died but Harry's sixth sense was still going haywire. Harry dodged to the side as the tentacles struck out. Before he could act the tentacles quickly detached from the corpse and began to crawl away.
Before Harry could stop them, the tentacles crawled into a sewer drain and vanished. Harry looked around to see no one outside. Through a window he saw another door to door salesman who looked exactly like Mr. Capper. They had the same cane, the same suit, and the same smile. Harry looked at the body to see a different face.
From their battle chunks asphalt were missing from the road. Whatever this was it was spreading quickly. Harry was just one qi expert and his reserves were bone dry. He couldn't kill them all.
"I'll stop you kill your god and bathe in his blood." Harry yelled out before turning back to the number four.
It was time to ask Petunia questions about his parents. He needed to get the wizards involved going at this alone won't work.
Chapter end
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