Edited 05/04/2020
It was in the train station that for the first time Harry felt a powerful foreign qi. Harry kept his own qi concealed to that of a sixth stage refinery, only his controlled aura gave away the truth. As of leaving platform nine and three quarters he brushed against a seventh stage. Harry was shocked that such a being could exist let alone wait for him at the train station. Or was it waiting for him at all? This could just be a coincidence.
The only way to find out was to test this individual. He made his way through the crowd. The qi expert followed behind him. A sudden violent hand brushed against his mind. It was the first time he felt another's sixth sense. He pushed forth the power of a mid-level refinery expert. The sensation lasted for a moment, but the presence dug no further. It was like being bit by an ant and not crushing it. His aura smoldered ready to spark and light up this foreign cultivator.
The crowd was congested; pick pocketing the few richly dressed gentlemen around him was simple. It brought him back to late nights when he snuck from his cupboard to sneak food. Like in those times, he made sure to take what might not be noticed. He took the cash and left the cards and large bills.
Harry made his way out and haled a taxi. Just as he added his luggage to the trunk the figure emerged. A man in his mid-twenties dressed like any other Englishman moved with very human speed. His eyes flashed a blue color upon seeing Harry. The chase was on.
He directed the taxi to number 4 private drive and promised him a little extra when he arrived. The man looked strangely at the promise of an eleven-year-old but drove on with Harry's luggage.
Each public place Harry entered was darkened by the shadow of the man. The eateries, bus stops, and shops always held the figure. He waited patiently as Harry finished his errands, even taking a table himself in a restaurant and flirting with the pretty waitress. Never had Harry dealt with another true cultivator. Hermione didn't count, she was barely above a mortal. Nomine wrapped tightly around his neck in cobra form when he brushed by his pursuer. He met the eyes of his pursuer and felt a tiny message travel between them, he made his way to a back alley.
"Why are you following me?" Harry asked.
"Lad my name is Carl Brown and your dangerous. The source asked me to collect our wondering brothers and sisters who gain great power. You are one dangerous child. You're nearly as strong as I am. Boy, and I'm bloody strong." Carl said.
"My name is Harry Potter. What source are you talking about?" Harry asked. There was no source to their power other than the essence of heaven and earth. Essence had no consciousness by itself.
"You aren't the first child we've found there are others. You'll have a family of those like you. Qi experts who understand you more deeply than any mortal could." Carl said.
His words held little appeal to Harry. Except for a burning curiosity. What would the first sect look like? Harry had always imagined them as violent unsophisticated tribes. Who was this source and how powerful was he?
Harry left with the man and they haled a taxi. They left the small shops near the train station and entered the jungle of skyscrapers. Soon they reached one such sky-scraping building where essence was incredibly thick. He resisted the urge to draw upon it and suck the essence dry. He stalled his own refinery to pass off the mid refinery stage. It felt like holding his breath.
He pulled his wand and whispered," confundo."
Mortal men moved upon strings and opened the doors for them. They were dressed in fine clothes and smiled happily as they opened the doors. On the surface that was all but Harry's sixth sense was powerful. He could look beneath the flesh and see the depression. They were human's bound by the will of another incapable of resisting. Their flesh was their prison.
"They used to bully me in college. There was a girl I liked. I was kind to her, gentle, and loving. Despite doing her homework, working a second job to pay her rent, and being her shoulder to cry on. She chose to be with them. They who treated her like a toy, a tool, and then cast her aside. I begged them not to take her and I begged her not to be with them. Anyone but them, I begged her. She said she loved them, and I should accept that. Don't feel sorry for them Harry." Carl said.
"Why here of all places?" Harry asked.
"I wanted them to know that everyone who walked through these doors would be above them. I wanted them to suffer, serve, and despair." He said.
"Why didn't your master stop you?" Harry asked. Carl looked shocked at his words.
"He doesn't stop us from chasing after our desires. He encourages them but if we ever disobey him, he'll use them against us. That's what he does." Carl said.
"What happened to the girl you liked?" Harry asked. Carl looked at Harry blearily he blinked trying to battle Harry's consciousness for a moment. Harry slammed his own will down crushing Carl's.
"He took her for himself. If I ever disobey him, he'll give her back to me one limb at a time." Carl said. Harry let the spell fade as they entered the lobby proper.
"Ah elder Brown you've found a powerful new addition to our sect. Please take the elevator to the top. The source will finish with his business shortly and meet with your young friend."
The elevator quickly took them up to the highest floor. Harry stepped out and saw fresh blood on the floor.
"Do not worry, young Harry. The blood is mortal and foreign at that. We import our sacrifices to keep the authorities none the wiser. Consider it us doing our part to limit over population." Carl said.
They entered a room covered in an archaic language. Harry pulled long recorded memories from Gondor. This was the language of the order of Lucifer. It was based on ancient Babylonian script and updated throughout the millennium. This text had been transformed again.
This place was a well of essence powered by death. Beyond the door was a woman that wasn't a woman dressed like a secretary. Her true appearance couldn't be hidden from Harry's senses. This was the mechanism, the machine that turned death into an outpour of essence.
"Oh, is this little guy a new member of the sect. He is a powerful one. Come to me child let me have a taste of you." A force unlike Harry had ever felt swept over his consciousness. It entered his mind through his vision and there was no protecting himself. Seeing this woman's naked flesh left his defenses useless. It was an optical magic unlike any he'd ever felt or could deal with.
"Come to me." He walked towards her before he could rip himself free. With delicate hands she removed his trousers and underclothes. A touch from her sent his mind into chaos.
Harry raised his hands and wrapped them around her throat. A smile like he'd never seen and may never again stretched her face.
"Go away now Carl, I'll take him the rest of the way." She croaked.
"I could stay and keep you company after. Surely a boy can't satisfy you." Carl said dreamily.
"Maybe next time my pet. Go back to your duties, I'll tell the master you brought this one." She looked up at him and their eyes met. His hands squeezed to snap powerful demonic bone. She opened her mouth to reveal a soft tongue and an inviting cavernous throat. His member rested on her tongue and she closed her mouth and let her heat surround him.
He never wanted to leave. She was so much more than beautiful. It felt like a sin that would stain him in ways he couldn't imagine. If he didn't fight her, he'd always be hers.
Her eyes widened as his strength increased. He felt demonic bone crack as he forced himself inside of her. Something was stirring inside of him. His strength continued to increase as he felt her dark enter him.
He watched her body go limp as he choked her. Bones fragmented in his hand as he felt the wetness of her throat. Fragments of bone poked from her neck as she continued to pleasure him. Tears must have fallen from her eyes and landed on his thighs.
Clarity was frightening; he released inside her collapsed throat. His mouth opened and he let out a silent roar as his mind snapped back into place. The dark of her mind slipped into his qi. She froze there frightened. For the first, time he felt a consciousness leave his qi and return to a body.
He fell back on his rear shaken and relieved. When next he looked at her, she still slipped past his eyes, but there was understanding. That's what Harry thought he felt from her when their eyes met. She'd been in his qi. Her mind had been within him and left behind pieces. There was also a fair chance she knew about his true power level. As intimate as they had been there was no way he'd risk losing his cover. He'd thought he'd killed her before; he still shook from the experience. What would it matter if he made her death permanent?
"Don't kill me." Her voice didn't have any of its predatory valor. It made him pause. He wished he'd taken a sword with him. It made killing more efficient. Without it he'd never have separated Voldemort's brain stem. He missed his sword.
His hands were around her throat again. Her bones were healed but fragile. He pushed her to the blood-soaked ground. His knuckled fell behind her into gristle. Disgust covered his features at the still living human parts that littered the floor. This beastly act made him want to wipe out the whole sect.
He focused away from the primitive sect's atrocities and onto the demoness. Her eyes were filled with dark secrets and crimes against mankind. She told him with her eyes that she had been asked to teach the primitive sect master how to sacrifice. It was this creature who warped the human body of a cultivator into its current demonic form. This creature was no different from the dominators. She fed on emotions and filled her prey with lust. It devoured what mortals thought souls were to nourish itself.
All this information came from the demon itself. It told no lies. Harry didn't take chances not with this kind of creature. He plunged his sixth sense into it and filled it to the brim. This cup ran over with his inquiry.
It awoke his inner explorer. Harry didn't want this moment to end or for the mystery to be revealed in full. He could guess about her. Voldemort had given Harry the clues he needed to piece this existence together.
"Please spare me. I don't want to die." Harry knew what had happened. It was a trick she had. She used it to feed. Only instead of blood and death, she used sexual fluids and death.
Harry stood and pulled up his pants. If he could have saved the one who owned that body he might have. Her consciousness had long been digested. It had been used as a bridge to facilitate the transformation from human to demon. Though the complete transformation could take years.
"Claudia Von Isenberg," Harry whispered. Her eyes widened at the name she'd taken for herself. In her fear she'd left behind information. Harry had a spark to record things his human mind couldn't. This thing was a consciousness formed from dark essence. That's what it had been. Unfortunately, it had the secrets of cultivation. It was now a consciousness formed from qi. It was the energy that inhabited the cultivator's body.
She was dangerous. Harry could kill her. She had slipped his grasp before shedding her qi to get back to her body. He was aware enough to kill her immediately. Only she'd fight until the end. That battle wouldn't be easy.
"Your too dangerous to let live." She'd shed her true name and the fear that it could bind her. She hadn't given him the means to bind her. He couldn't trust her not to have some loophole. The people here thought she was bound to them. He had fragments and corrupted memories. It wasn't clear enough to get a full picture. She lost some and he'd copied a lot before she left him.
He plunged his hand into her stomach and gripped her spine. She opened her mouth and cried out in pleasure and fear. Harry pulled his hand free leaving her a moaning mess. The flesh was already regenerating. She was powerful and full of qi. This was a succubus with a body at the ninth stage of refinery. He wasn't sure if she had the knowledge to reach the next stage or not. Inflicting pain on her left her mind unbalanced.
Harry took a step back and let her slump to the floor. Blood never touched his hand. A barrier had protected him. It shimmered over his hand covered in crimson.
Nomine leapt from his coat and bit her. A chemical cocktail filled the succubus' veins. She opened her dilated eyes.
"I can't let you live free. Tell me how to bind you." Harry asked. It was left to him to take responsibility for this monster unleashed upon the world. He'd been the one who unleashed the secrets of cultivation.
How was he to know they'd summon a demon? Who told them to take her dark knowledge? Where was their morality when they used it? Did immortality give them license to do whatever they wanted? Harry knew he wouldn't do as they did. Killing innocents for a slight increase in power was wasteful.
"You have my name but I'm not going to teach you how to use it on me. I'll never tell you the words. 'Claudia, I bind you in the name of the 3rd circle.' Nor will I give you the words, 'Claudia upon the throne of lust I bind you to me.' I definitely won't tell you to say, 'Claudia I bind you in unholy matrimony. I take you from your demon lord and steal you forever more.'" She stuck her tongue out at him, as she wobbled on her feet.
"What does the last one mean?" Harry asked.
"You'll never know the words to use it, but it means you take me from the demon lord Helen." She started to giggle uncontrollably.
Harry didn't want to bind her at all. He had no use for a demon. On the other hand, it would give him a pair of eyes on the sect here.
"Claudia Von Isenberg, I bind you in unholy matrimony. I take you from your demon lord and steal you forever more." Harry said the words in his cracking voice and felt something change. Old magic with rules Harry didn't understand was at work. It happened and then it ended.
It wasn't a leash as he expected. Harry felt an ancient memory in his spark. It was passed down from eons ago. Demons bound in the old way weren't enslaved. He'd become her master, but she could slay him if he wasn't careful. That wasn't his goal, but she couldn't kill him unless he begged her to. Whoever died would lose their soul to the other.
The ancient kernel of information had nothing more. "Where is the master of this place?" Harry asked.
"The fool is behind the vault door on the next floor. The top floors are filled with vaults. He is greedy and loves keeping things that can be used against his servants later. He is just like a demon." Claudia said.
"What should I call you?" Harry asked.
"Rose, we try to keep our true names far from mortal ears." Claudia said. She looked somewhat human in the way the frowned with her puffy lips. Her nose was simply too perfect. Her eyebrows looked manicured, and not a hair on her head was out of place. There were still a few blemishes on her body, but they were few.
"You'll tell me everything about the sect while I'm gone." Harry ordered.
"No, I'm going to do my job and you'll have to find another spy. I'm loyal to the sect." She said.
"So, you weren't trying to suck my soul out." Harry said.
"You would have left relaxed and soul intact. I am loyal to the sect, but you've stuck us in a terrible situation. If one of us die, we'll have a soul death match." Claudia said.
"Then you better not die, or I'll gobble you up." Harry said.
"You could choose not to eat me. I could find another body and I'll do the same for you, promise." Claudia said.
"You should have let this situation pass you by." Nomine said. Harry nodded but said nothing. He rolled his shoulders.
"Why all the sacrifices? There are easier ways to advance." Harry said.
"Not for an entire sect. It's not like they'll be missed. We took from the congested tribes of Africa, the overpopulated islands of the pacific, and the forgotten villages in the middle east. The market was in place long before we placed our orders." She was speaking as a spokeswoman for the sect.
Harry took a breath and instantly began draining the essence dry. His aura was well concealed, and his qi never outwardly exposed more than mid-level refinery. The well dried in moments. Like a man gasping after holding his breath Harry had breathed deeply. The living blood and flesh continued to pump out essence as Harry took it in. Once his intake stabilized the well of essence was dry. He consumed faster than the essence pump could draw from the flesh.
She frowned at his sudden gluttony. "You made your point stop." She demanded.
"You'll direct this sect to war against the gods. If I return and find worshipers in your numbers, I'll wipe the sect clean."
It wasn't over. Harry knew enough about the world to know that. He'd given his orders, but humans didn't do anything without a certain amount of force. Why would demons be much different?
"I'll meet your sect master now." Harry said.
"Of course, Master, I'm sure you'll love him as I do." She said with a cheerful voice.
Author's note: Ok short chapter but the first sect it up and running. Harry is going to join and get his secret sect decoder ring and handshake before returning to private drive. After private drive he's off to Japan.
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