Heeeey, friends! I'm back! (was about time). Sorry 'bout that :/
Hello to everyone new and thank you for favouriting and/or following Son of the Void!
Thanks to NHarem Foreva and plums for his/her tipps! They really helped a lot, so thank you guys!
I chose to focus more on Harry, and later also Kai'Sa, and their adventures, growth, relationship and in general their time in the void.
Also for those who wonder:
My take on the void is this:
The Void is a giant, semi consicoius Universe of its own. The rules of reality, physics and all this stuff do not exist there. Or better, they don't work all the time. The caves in which we see Kai'Sa in the ciomics are just a tiny, tiny, tiiiiiiny part of the Void. So yeah, don't be confused by this, please. I'm currently also drawing an example of my interpretation of the Void for those who are interested.
This is also my longest chapter till now, I think.
Also, Kudos for those who can guess Harrys (Main-)power by the end of this chapter. ;)
So now, on with the story!
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SotV
Harry didn't know how long he already was in this place. This new world. The Void. It felt strange to say that he admitted. Strange, but not unpleasant.
At least he wasn't at Privet Drive anymore. Not that it bothered him in the slightest. No, it was the opposite.
He was happy to not be there anymore. It felt good to be here. It felt right. A wonderful feeling spread inside of him and he couldn't help but to let a purr of satifaction escape his throat.
But where exactly was he? He knew this place. It's called The Void. It is cruel, dangerous and evil. And still it felt good to be here.
He took a deep breath. The air smelled like dirt and rocks just after a heavy rain. It smelled pleasing. Intoxicating. Safe. It smelled like home. Like he was, after a long, hard and unpleasant journey, finally at home again.
But there was also something different in the air. Something that Harry just couldn't place. He breathed again. And again. And again. With each breath a different smell enterd his nose. He smelled the warm, suffocating air of the summer. He was reminded of Privet Drive and how he had to weed the gardens under the hot, merciless gaze of the sun, as well as the glare of his aunt.
A look of discomfort spread on Harrys face as he thought of the Dursleys.
"I'm not with them anymore", he told himself "And I will definetely never be again! I am free!"
He paused. A thought not his own swirled through his mind and finally he could place what it was that he had smelled, as well as felt, the whole time;
It was freedom. Pure, unadultered, freedom.
"I am free", Harry whispered. "I am really free! Free of the Dursleys, free of my work, free of following orders! I am my own master! I am free. I am free! I am free!"
Like a mantra he repeated this words over and over again so that he won't ever forget them.
Again he took a deep breath.
And again there was this smell that Harry just couldn't place. He sniffed once more and now he had the smell and taste of meat in his mouth. His stomach rumbled loudly.
"I need food", Harry realised. "I need food. And a shelter!"
This was the price of his new freedom. A life of uncertainities, and struggle. He had to make his own decisions without anyone's help. But he was okay with that. In Harrys opinion everything was better than to go back to the Dursleys.
AWWWOOOOOOLULULULUUUUUU
A strange, otherworldly howl tore through the air and Harry froze.
'I need a weapon', he thought frantically 'I need something to defend myself!'
The howling got louder and more and more clear.
Run!
Again the thought was none of his own ones. But Harry ignored this and did exactly what the voice suggested: He ran like he never had before in his entire life.
He scrambled about rocks and jumped over the trunks of dead trees, trampled over the bones of long dead animals and surrounded hill after hill.
Unfortunately the growling thing in the distance wasn't that distant anymore.
Whoosh!
A shadow jumped over him and Harry skitted to a halt and froze in fear.
'A wolf?', was the first thing he thought, as he looked at the animal.
But it was clear that it wasn't one. It was rather small, just half a meter at maximum. Its fur was of a sickly shade of brownish-violett and looked more like a carapace. Several spikes protuded from its shoulders, legs and spine. The skin around its head looked like it was molten; several parts of the skull and the muscles underneath it were visible. Six yellow eyes gazed at Harry and scanned their surroundings.
The thing growled and dozens of sharp, jagged teeth became visible. Saliva dribbled from its maw and a terrible stench of decay wavered through the air.
Harry gagged and missed how the thing's legs tensed.
It pounced and Harry jumped quick witted out of its way. But he wasn't fast enough.
The monster's claws still reached him and tore through his shoulder like a hot knife through butter.
Harry screamed in pain and fell on his bum. The monster turned around readied itself for its next jump. Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to dodge this one as well. He closed his eyes and in terror and defeat and knew no more...
SofV
Joy.
Freedom.
Confusion.
Hunger.
Pain, Fear, Pain. Rage.
RAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Hunger.
Joy. Satifaction.
Fatigue.
Fatigue.
Fa...fatigue...
SotV
Something warm dribbled down Harrys chin. A pleasing taste filled his mouth and something soft rested between his teeth. Harry bit down. The taste intensified. He chewed more and more, until he swallowed. A pleased burp left his mouth.
He opened his eyes and realised that he laid on his back and stared up in this otherworldly sky. He groaned and sat up as his back still hurt by lying on the hard rocks for too long.
A strange taste filled his mouth. Strange but not unpleasant. "Why do I have this taste in my mouth?" he asked himself. "I didn't eat anything, did I?"
Harry looked around and froze. Just next to him lay the, now dead, thing that had tried to kill him some moments prior.
But now, now it was just a carcass. Huge chunks of its flesh and some organs were missing. Crudely ripped apart and just whisked away. Some of its eyes as well as both of its hind-legs just weren't there anymore. Even some of its teeth and claws were missing.
Slowly, very slowly Harry brought his hand to his mouth. No doubt. There was blood on it. And it was not his own.
"Did I..." he asked himself "Did I really... eat this thing? Oh my god!"
He wanted to puke. The feeling, the knowledge that he ate this thing was nauseating.
He tried to gag, to throw up, but it didn't happen! It was surreal. One part of him wanted to puke out every part of this vile, foul things flesh, while the other one just accepted it. No. It seemed to enjoy it.
It was necessary, it seemed to say.
Thats sick, Harry thought.
He was not able to accept this just yet. How could he? A strange voice inside of his head tells him its okay, so he listens to it? No! Of course not! He was no fool. But this voice was a problem he would deal with at a later time.
But still, he was not able to throw up. No matter what he did, the flesh he just ate continued to stay in his system. He was thinking feverishly what to do when suddenly a hot, searing pain tore through his mind. His vision darkened and knowledge began to flow into his mind. But it wasn't just any knowledge. It was of a biological origin;
He suddenly knew how muscles worked. From one moment to the other he knew of what they were made of. The exact order of the cells, which type of cell belonged where, how it worked and, most importantly, how to create them. And he didn't just learn things about muscles. It was the same with fingers. Harry knew in which way normal, human fingers differed to that of a wolfs or hounds claws. He knew everything about their function, their use, their advantages as well as their disadvantages. And he noticed, that he now knew what was wrong with his eyes. Yes, he didn't have to wear glasses, but he never would have thought that there'd be something wrong with his eyes.
Well, apperently, it was. He was a bit short-sighted and his vision in the night wasn't perfect as well.
All this happened during a fraction of a second, at whose end Harry found himself kneeling on the ground, while holding his head in his hands.
He froze when something warm touched his fingers. He ripped them away from his head and brought them in front of his face. His eyes widened and he mouthed a silent what?. Suprise was etched all over his face, and this wasn't really suprising, considering his fingers weren't fingers anymore. They were claws. Sharp, brownish-violet, about 2 centimeter long and slightly inwards curved claws. Harry couldn't help but gape at his, now not so fingery, fingers.
What the hell did just happen?, he thought. He had absolutely no clue. This was impossible! Fingers don't just turn into claws! That's not natural. He gazed into the purple sky above him. On the other hand, this whole place wasn't natural!
But seriously, how the hell did that just happen?
The strange being, for it wasn't really a voice, send again a thought through his mind.
Magic, it whispered.
Harry felt really inclined to believe that. But on the other hand, could he really trust this ... thing inside of him?
SKEEEEEEEEEEEEEERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Again a frightening sound tore through the air, and the flapping of big wings reached his ears. He hazed up in the air and he spotted a tiny dark spot just over the horizon. Harry squinted his eyes. It grew bigger with each passing second. It was coming near him and it was definetely not slow!
I need a shelter, Harry realised. Or at least something to hide.
Frantically he looked around him and spotted a round hole, hidden by some rocks. He wasted no time and climbed into it, just as a giant shadow drowned the area outside in darkness and the flapping of the wings stopped. Harry cowered in the darkness of the tiny hole and listened attentively for every sound.
Gravel was crunching, so the beast was obviously walking on the ground.
Sniffing. It smells something, Harry realised. More sniffing. Does it smell ... me? Oh god, please no.
The monster rattlingly breathed in and out.
A low, rumbling growl escaped its throat.
I wonder what it does look like, Harry thought. No stupid idea! Stupid, stupid, stupid Harry!, He cided himself.
His curiosity ringed with his survival instinct, and a after a long, strenous battle, his curiosity triumphed.
I mean, one teeny tiny lok, what could possibly happen? Apparently a whole lot of things.
Careful, very, very careful, Harry risked a view over the edge of the hole. And, wow, what a sight this thing was!
The beast had lots of similaritys with a dragon; a long, slender neck, spikes on its spine, big, leathery wings and scales all over its body. A long, spiked tail lazily waved above the ground. Tentacles sprouted here and there from its body and wiggled eerily through the air. Its eyeless head consisted of three parts. One upper head and a two parted lower jaw. They were seamlessly closed, which gave the beasts head a torpedo-like shape. Suddenly it opened its maw and rows upon rows of theeth becmae visible in either part of its mouth. Three slender, pink tongues rose from the depths of its maw and a foul stench of decay and death filled the area.
A cough, which he wasn't able to hold in escaped Harrys muoth and thus was released rather loudly.
The monsters head whipped around and a myriad of glowing purple lights appeared on its entire body, bar its head. The lights seemed to focus and Harry froze.
Eyes, it suddenly ocurred him. It has eyes all over its body!
SKREEEEEEEEEEE
A primal shriek full of joy and malice tormented Harry ears and the thing charged. And while it charged, Harry was finally able to estimate its size; it was easily as big as a truck, if maybe not even a bit bigger.
Fuck! I have to get away from here!
The thing came more and more near with every passing second and Harry couldn't move a muscle! WHY CAN'T I MO-
Al of his thoughs were put to a halt when suddenly-
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUMBLE!
The entire earth quaked. Everything shook and Harry lost his halt on the rocks. With a loud cry of terror and fear he slid down into the (apparently deeper than he estimated) hole, not noticing the pained crys of the formely gleeful dragon, as it was brutally ripped apart by an even bigger and more terryfinging beast, which was lured out of its lair by the numerous loud shouts and noises. What exactly was awakened there though is better not revealed. We don't want everyone present here to get mad of terror, do we?...