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Years Ago

Deep within the twisted depths of the Chamber of Secrets, a teenager Harry was diligently dissecting a Centaur. It's lower half was removed, letting Harry operate on the human half of the strange creature.

"Rib Cutters." Harry said, as he held his hand out to the side.

"...Yes, Father..." A dull female voice spoke, as Harry felt a pair of thick bladed cutters be placed in his hand.

Harry placed the medical tool into the Centaur's open chest and began to loudly snap the rip cage apart, violently cut the bone emplacements at middle. Before he pried the bones apart, before he held the Rib Cutters out, before a tiny pair of hands gripped them and took them out of his grasp.

"Scalpel." Harry stated, as he kept the bone and cartilage spread open, using clips to put them in place.

"...Yes, Father." The same dull female voice responded, before a sharp scalpel was handed to the teen.

Harry didn't look away from the Centaur's exposed chest. He took the scalpel and began to surgically cut and remove the muscular webbing from around the creature's heart, before the organ was revealed.

"Ah, there you are." Harry said with a wicked smile. "A theory I've had, I can touch people's souls, I can rip them out of their bodies with my Nihlus spell. I wonder, with a body that has had so much damage. Could I, perhaps put it's mutilated soul back into it's body?" Harry asked aloud.

Of course he experimented on the Centaur, taking what he data he needed from such a creature. But in turn, the experimentations did leave deep scars on it's soul. Harry wanted to know, out of just pure curiosity, if he could force it's broken soul back into it's even more broken body.

"What do you think'll happen, Nui?" Harry asked curiously.

"…Something, Father." A dull female voice responded in an absent manner.

Harry sighed and glanced to the side. Standing next to him, was a tiny young girl, around eight or so in appearance. She had bright blonde hair, which only reached down to her shoulders. She wore a pure white dress, which fell down to her knees. Covering her feet, were a pair of dirty white socks. She stared at Harry with blank blue eyes, almost like a husk without a soul. Which was true, having been born without any form of soul. Her Sidhe nature preventing her from having one, which then messed with her human genes. A human without a soul, is just a husk, a robot of organic mater.

The Sorcerer looked at Nui and glanced down and away, ashamed of his inability to fully complete her. For a few weeks now, she was born. And he grew attached to the cute girl. She was a good assistant in his work, she picked up on magic like a pro. He could send her out to spy in individuals and she wouldn't get caught. But most of the time when he was in the Chamber, he just talked to her; he loved to talk and elaborate his own ideas with someone listening.

Harry pulled his hands out of the Centaur corpse and wiped the blood off on a towel, having gotten bored of his playful experimentation.

"I've been so focused on my fun, Nui. Is there anything you want?" Harry asked, looking at his 'daughter'.

Nui stared up at him with blank blue eyes. "...What do you want, Father?" She asked dully in return.

Harry knelt down in front of her. "You're my daughter. There's gotta by something I can give you." He insisted, causing Nui to blink slowly. As she opened her eyes, the same dull blue eyes bore into his own green eyes.

"There is nothing I require, Father." Nui stated, her voice robotic and lifeless. No emotion, no inflection, just mindless obedience.

Harry stared at her, the girl just staring back at him. He slowly closed his eyes and lowered his head, as he pulled the girl into the hug. Something she didn't return, as she stared forward blankly. "I...I am not like my relatives. I want you to express yourself. I want you to feel something...I..." He muttered, as he closed his eyes and released Nui. "...I want my daughter to feel happy." He said to himself.

"I do not need that, Father." Nui responded blankly.

Harry pushed her back and frowned at her. That was not going to happen, he was going to get her something…something she needed. But what, how?

Harry sat by himself in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, as he idly played with the food picked out for himself. His mind was lost in his thoughts, asking himself 'What he'd do for Nui'. There was a chorus of chattering around the Hall, it was deep into the Tri-Wizard Tournament, he was in second place.

Having been rather apathetic about the Tournament at large, coasting on his basic abilities in magic. Having killed the dragon, and retrieved what he 'loved' from the Lake.

His eyes were downcast. 'Nui...I'm a terrible father, how could I...complete you?' He asked himself, how could he ever create a soul for her. He knew how to siphon power from one, he knew how to study the make up of one. But he needed a building block, he needed to touch a soul, get it's feel, before he could try to make one human enough for Nui. He knew how his own soul felt, but he wasn't sure if that was a good idea to just use the building blocks with his own soul.

'I need the soul of a girl...a girl Nui's age, so it can grow along with her. Too young or too old may cause problems.' Harry thought to himself. But who could he use...who was…

"Oh mon Dieu, 'Arry!" A tiny, high-pitched voice of a girl said in excitement.

Harry's mind was knocked out of his thoughts, before he slowly turned and his eyes landed on the visage of an eight year old blonde girl, with strikingly blue-grey eyes.

His eyes landed on Gabrielle, the cute little french Veela he helped out of the lake not to...long ago...His eyes focused on her, and his lips parted faintly and then his eyes grew wide.

"Hello Gabrielle, aren't you looking cute today." Harry said, as his eyes narrowed and a wide smile spread across his face.

Gabrielle blushed and tried to hide herself behind her hands. "M-Merci." She mumbled. "I just...I ah, 'ow ah...Merci de M'avior sauve!" She forced out, not at all good with English.

"It wasn't a problem to save you." Harry admitted casually, with a smile on his face, understanding her French. The fact that he knew more French, compared to the English the eight year old girl knew in return wasn't startling.

Gabrielle blushed heavily, as she nervously shuffled forward. "'ow ah, 'ow-pay back?" She asked, her English a bit choppy.

Harry gave her a curious look. "How do you pay me back? Oh darling, there's nothing you could...give...to me..." He said, before his eyes closed completely to hide his sinister intent. "But, I can give you something? How about a tour of Hogwarts? Just you and me?" He offered, causing Gabrielle to nervously nod.

"Oui, Oui!" Gabrielle chirped out happily, excitement in her eyes. Harry just smiled at her cute response.

There was a faint thud, which came from the abandoned girl's bathroom on the second floor. Gabrielle collapsed unconscious, having been knocked out by a stunning hex, with Harry standing over her body.

"Hmhm...Gye-haha!" He laughed to himself, this was too easy.

He mounted the unconscious girl, his legs on either side of her abdomen, his rear resting on her stomach. His eyes trailed down Gabrielle's cute childish face, before they landed on her chest. He put his right hand on her shoulder, before he placed his left hand underneath her sternum.

"Nihlus!" He hissed out, as his hand was engulfed in crimson tendrils of energy, webs of the energy encroaching around his wrist and up his forearm, wearing the twisted magic like a glove.

He slowly pressed his hand against Gabrielle's chest and pushed forward. A bright red Eldritch Sigil formed in the epicenter of where he was pressing his hand, before it created a bright violet light. Slowly, his hand sunk into Gabrielle.

"Hmm-AhM!" Gabrielle screamed, her body still forced under the stunning hex, but even then she felt the pain of having Harry's hand groping her soul.

"Shh-shh...quiet now." Harry muttered, as his forearm sunk deep into her body, a bright white glow shining from the hole created by Eldritch Magic. Bright purple veins formed along Gabrielle's body, her arms and her neck.

Harry slowly pulled back, revealing in his hand was a bright white sphere of the essence of a pure soul. The soul was a powerful thing, something akin to a tiny star. He stared at it in awe, he was sure, if he were to drop it, to crush such a delicate thing in between his fingers. Hogwarts would vaporize under it's immense might.

He raised his right hand and ran it along Gabrielle's free soul, wisps of her essence flowing towards his energy draining spell. He closed his eyes, feeling the texture and composition of the energy. It took minutes, of him just sitting on Gabrielle's stomach, until he got a good feel of her soul.

"Hm-AH!" Gabrielle screamed, as Harry slowly put her soul back into her body, a searing pain running along her body. Her legs kicked along the floor, but she remained motionless other wise, with Harry sitting on her and keeping the stunning spell active.

When her soul was placed back into her body, Harry put a hand on her chest and it was engulfed in a low green light. He didn't need her remembering anything off about their little trip, feeling the phantom pains of her soul extraction wouldn't help him.

After a moment, Harry unmounted off Gabrielle and stood up. Harry took a breath, before he snapped his fingers and canceled the stunning hex. Gabrielle gasped loudly, with her eyes snapping open.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" Harry asked, concern in his voice, as he knelt down next to her.

"Huh, I ah...hmm, W'at...'appened?" Gabrielle mumbled to herself, as she rubbed her sore head.

"You slipped on some water, oh my. I think you should go to your boat. I would hate for anything bad to happen to you." Harry said, his voice filled with concern as he helped her stand.

"M-Merci...I...I z'hink you're...you're right..." Gabrielle muttered, as she nursed her head and stumbled out of the bathroom.

When she was out of the bathroom, Harry smiled wickedly, as he held a hand out. In the palm of his hand was a swirling silver-white essence he siphoned off of Gabrielle's soul.

Within the Chamber of Secrets, Harry stood over an unconscious Nui. In his hand was a dull sphere of energy, an artificial soul he created using the building blocks of Gabrielle's own soul. But he used his own spiritual essence to grow and form a new soul from Gabrielle's own spiritual essence. And forged a soul using Gabrielle as a base to build up off of.

Harry put a hand on Nui's shoulder to keep her stead, her arms and legs were bound, in case she awoke. He took a breath, before he lowered the soul down to Nui's chest. An Eldritch Sigil formed underneath her sternum, before he slowly began to place the spiritual essence into the girl.

"Hn..." Nui grunted out, her enhanced body taking the pain much better than Gabrielle.

When his forearm was deep inside her, he released the spiritual essence and retracted his hand, with the hole sealing up.

"Phew...alright, hard part done..." Harry said, as he snapped his fingers.

Almost instantly, a pair of bright blue eyes opened up, shinning with innocence. "Nui?" He asked tentatively.

Her eyes darted to the side and they landed on Harry, before a cute smile spread across her face. "Oh Papa, je t'aime!" She spoke in French.

Harry's smile widened at the young girl. "...I...love you, too." He admitted, before Nui pursed her lips and looked to her bound hands and feet.

"...Daddy…why am I tied up!?" She whined out. "I can't hug you!" Nui complained, before Harry hastily unbound her.

Nui pounced on Harry, her little eight year old body, holding onto him for dear life, her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. "Oh Daddy, I love you! I love you! I love you!" She gushed out happily, over and over again.

Harry wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face into her hair. "...I love you, too." He muttered, feeling...warm. He never, in his life felt loved, not by his deceased friends and surely not his relatives. The only thing that came close was...Sirius, but he was gone too.

Now

The coastline of Menagrie was eclipsed by a Goliath which hung low in the sky, like an ever present abomination in engineering. It's immense size and magnitude inspiring fear and horror into those that laid their eyes upon it.

The Assertor-Class Reaper, the God amongst Reapers; a ship known to eliminate, police and enslave entire populaces of Solar Systems. It's weapons numbering in the high thousands, possessing so much might; any thing more than one of them, was an absolute over-kill.

Standing inside a small room inside the Assertor; was Harry and his daughter, Nui. Nui had her head lowered and her hands behind her back.

"I'm curious, Nui. Who gave you permission to do what you did, to Blake?" Harry asked curiously.

"I…I did..." Nui mumbled to herself, her head lowered in shame.

"I see. Now remind me if I've got this a bit mixed up, who is the leader here? Who is the one who decides who does what?" He questioned.

"Y...You are..." Nui muttered quietly.

Harry nodded absently. "So, you gave yourself permission. You got Blake under our control, bravo! You absolutely fucked up my plans, I do hope your happy!" He snapped.

Nui shrunk back. "I-I I'm sorry Daddy, I just…she was rude to you, I had to put her in her place..." She said, defending her actions.

"So you know better than me, right?" Harry questioned, causing Nui's eye to go wide.

"N-N-No, t-that's not what I meant, Daddy! Honest!" Nui admitted.

"Then what did you mean. I'm listening." Harry said with a scowl.

Nui stared up at him pleadingly. "I just...it's just...p-please, tell me what to say! Please, I'll say it! I don't want you mad at me anymore, Daddy!" She cried out.

Harry began to slowly walk around Nui, his hands behind his back. "Things have to go in there proper order, or else the next event won't come how I like it. The ripples are spreading out far, the Keepers have noticed my presence. I have Yang, Ruby and Weiss...this close..." He said, emphasizing his point with his fingers. "…I tested Ruby with a Lesser Amygdala, she can stand up to Eldritch might. She can be an invaluable ally, her sister and her partner. But you went and fucking claimed Blake, do you know what that means!?" He demanded.

"I-I-I don't know..." Nui spluttered out, her eye watering.

"I don't know either!" Harry snapped. "I wasn't there when you did this, I didn't feel the echo it created! I don't know the ramifications if this act!" He yelled.

"I-I'm sorry Daddy…p-please forgive me..." Nui whimpered out.

Harry took a step back from her and scowled. "I gave you your mind, I gave you your intellect. I've given you the freedom of choosing what you want to do. I love what you do, I find all that you say...amusing. But...perhaps...I was wrong." He said, looking away from the blonde girl. "I should take back what I gave you." He stated.

Nui's eye went wide, as she quickly dropped to her knees. "I'm sorry daddy, I'm sorry daddy! Please, please believe me! I didn't mean to mess this up...I did it for you; I wanted you to be happy with me..." She cried out, as she reached up to her ruined eye. "...Ever since...Ever since my body was ruined. I...I felt like I'm not beautiful to you anymore. I just...want you to love me again..." She whimpered out, as she lowered her head to the floor.

"...I'll do anything for you Daddy, you know I would. You know I like to joke around, but you know you're always in control! Please Daddy, I'll stop with the teasing...I'll stop with talking even! I'll cut my own tongue out if that'll please you! Please, Daddy don't be angry with me!" She begged.

Harry closed his eyes and he turned away from her. "I'm not angry at you, Nui." He admitted, causing her to slowly raise her head up, looking at him with hope. "...I'm disappointed in you. I thought you knew better, but it seems you don't." He commented, causing Nui's hopeful look to turn into a heart-broken one.

He took a step forward, towards the exit of the small room, only to stop when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his leg. He glanced down and saw Nui bawling her eye out, as she hugged him tight.

"I'll make it up to you, Daddy! I promise, I'll make it up to you Daddy!" She cried out.

Harry kicked his leg out of her grip and exited the room, he turned around and looked at her. "You know what this room is, don't you Nui?" He asked.

Nui looked around the metal box she was in. "This is...an alloyed iron box. Meant to seal up a magic users powers..." She muttered, her tear stained eye focusing on Harry.

"You told me Nui, when I told you of my past. How I was locked up in a small cupboard, how I was locked in darkness. You asked me..." He trailed off.

"...You would never do that to me, right Daddy..." Nui mumbled, her lone eye staring at him. "...I'm...afraid of the dark..." She muttered, her lone eye slowly scanning the area she was in. A small metal box, no lights, no windows...nothing.

"And I told you, I loved you too much to do such a thing to my daughter. But, if you disobeyed me, I might have to punish you. And you told me..." Harry continued on.

Nui looked right back on him. "I...would never disobey you..." She mumbled.

"Nui, for every day I am watching Blake for the next two weeks. You are to lock yourself up in here, until the next day...understand..." Harry said, his voice fluctuating a bit.

Nui's pupil dilated. "O...O...Oui P...Papa..." She forced herself to say, her body shaking in fear, her eye darting around.

"After your punishment, we can go back to how we were, I promise." Harry said, causing Nui to look back at him with a shine of hope in her eye. "But you must learn that your actions have consequences, I do this because I love you." He stated.

Nui weakly nodded her head. "I...I...I understand, D-daddy...I...I love you too..." She muttered, her body trembled as Harry closed the door, and all she saw was pure darkness. As soon as the absolute darkness reached her, Nui fell to the floor, her eye wide.

Slowly out of the darkness faint tendrils of extra-dimensional supernatural phenomenon began to occur. From Nui's enhanced senses from her Sidhe lineage, she can perceive the written and occurred past, the liner present and the possible future of objects at the same time. In the darkness, when her human senses didn't distract her, all she saw was…horrible monsters of the past and a terrifying possible set of futures. She always saw a blackness, a set of monstrous tendrils reaching out to kill her, and sets of eyes watching in glee. She had no idea what it was...but it scared her to death, even when she was a child.

"Ah...ah….s-stay away…!" Nui screamed out, as the Eldritch Tendrils slithered out towards her. "No, no, no!" She screamed out. "I hate you Blake, I hate you Blake, I hate you Blake!" She screamed to herself, as she clutched her eye shut and curled up on the floor.

Outside of the room, Harry closed his eyes when he heard the faint sounds of his daughter screaming in terror. He rested his head on the door, before a voice grabbed his attention.

"...It's too good for her..." A female voice commented.

Harry turned his attention to Blake, who was standing not to far away. She had her arms crossed around her body, her head downcast and she was holding herself.

He took note of her new clothes he provided, since Nui torn them up yesterday; to excited to contain herself when she got the chance with Blake. The current set she wore, was Nui's own spar set of clothes.

"Shut the fuck up." Harry said with a scowl, causing Blake to recoil back.

"I...I'm sorry..." Blake muttered.

"I'm sick of apologizes." He said sardonically, as he turned around and headed down a hallway, with Blake obediently following. Not like she had much of a choice in that matter. She didn't want to stay near the room, Nui was locked it, afraid the girl might break out.

"What do you want with our world?" Blake questioned, her eyes darting and glancing at the occasional Replicator Spider which was crawling along the ceiling of the hallway. Running maintenance on the over twenty-seven kilometer long vessel.

"What do I want, with your world?" Harry responded, giving her a rather annoyed look. "I don't want anything to do with your world. It's just the one I happened to land on and find an interesting set of individuals." He stated.

"...Then why stay?" Blake asked.

Harry frowned at her. "Because I want to convince the people I find worth saving, to join my cause and leave." He responded seriously.

Blake gave him a suspicious glance. "And what's your cause?" She questioned.

"I didn't realize you were the one in charge here." Harry said with a sneer, still on edge about what he had to do to punish Nui. "I can lock you up with Nui, if you want." He offered.

Blake shuddered and held herself tighter. "Please...no…" She said weakly.

Harry stared at Blake and after a moment, he exhaled. "This isn't going anywhere…how about, I get to ask you some questions; and you get to ask my some questions. And we both answer with complete honesty." He suggested, taking a page out of Yang's book. His plan now involved Blake seeing him as her savior, the person who protected her from Nui, if she didn't trust him it wouldn't form. Unlike Kali, Blake didn't meet him and automatically trust him for protecting her.

"H-how will I know you're being truthful?" Blake asked quietly. A part of her wanted to trust Harry, since for the past twenty-four hours, she was forced to eat Nui out, take multiple phallic objects into each and every one of her orifices. She was whipped, electrodes were placed on her most sensitive parts; and it sickened her. It sickened her because a part of her liked it. The other part of her wanted that kind of stuff done to her on her own terms. Right now, she just really wanted someone to confide in...and she only had one person who would listen to her.

"Blake, use your right hand to squeeze your breast and use your left hand to stimulate your pussy." Harry ordered.

Blake stared at him with wide eyes, as her hands slowly moved. Her right hand was lightly squeezing her breast, while her left hand pushed back her skirt and began to lightly rub herself through her panties.

"Stop." Harry added, causing Blake to sigh in relief and she stopped the motions. "Just as you are bound to my word. I can bind myself to tell the truth. Follow me..." He instructed, as he turned and began walking.

The duo sat in a pair of comfortable chairs, in a room that could hold several cathedrals. Most of the room's walls and ceiling were made out of a transparent metal, allowing for the marvelous views of the world underneath.

Blake stared at the vast horizon. "…Amazing..." She muttered.

"This is just one planet. I can show you the massive Gas Giants, the expansive and diverse asteroid belts, the brilliantly lit Quasars, the edge of the Galaxy...all of them are a sight." Harry admitted, as he looked at the horizon.

Blake took a breath and she looked at Harry. "So, you can only tell me the truth, right?" She asked.

"Yes." Harry lied, having not made the oath or a promise. But she didn't need to know that.

"What are your plans for the White Fang and the Faunus?" She asked.

"I told them I was going to help the Faunus, and the White Fang are a useful tool right now. Who's hatred I can direct in a more focused lens." Harry admitted casually. "Why were you with the White Fang?" He asked.

Blake closed her eyes. "I just...wanted to help the Faunus. Is...is that so bad?" She asked.

Harry slowly nodded, causing Blake to look at him unsure. "You only existed, you're only motivation in life...is to exist for others. Never yourself. You must serve others, you must live for others, to justify your own existence. You ignore your own desires, your own thoughts; in your own attempt to help the Faunus. In the end, you would sacrifice yourself, for the Faunus. That is pure self-destruction right there." He stated.

"...But, that's what you're supposed to do! You're supposed to put others before yourself!" Blake argued.

"So, you are bad? And others are good?" Harry asked curiously.

"W-what, that's not what I'm saying!" Blake responded.

"If you put others before yourself, it means that they are better than you. And if they are better than you, you are worse than them." He stated.

"No! I just want to help those Faunus I come across…!" Blake stated.

"So…you're apathetic then." Harry said, tilting his head. "When someone who isn't a Faunus is in peril you'll let them die, and you'll only help a Faunus if one's in trouble and you happen to be nearby? Not because you want to change anything, but because you feel like you have to...out of obligation for your morality. So you're a Slave to your own Morality." He commented.

"But..." Blake started.

"If you wanted to help the Faunus as a whole, you should've assassinated the leaders of the White Fang, as well as the vocal racists against the Faunus. And pin the murders on a third party, have both the Faunus and the Humans find a common enemy. You could mold how the world can change, it just didn't fit in your morality." Harry stated.

Blake opened her mouth and went to rebut his words, but slowly her mouth closed up and she glanced down in thought.

"You could've killed the White Fang leaders and heavy hitters when you had the chance. You could relieve the tension between the two factions and give information of the White Fang to humanity. You could've placed a very powerful person in a life-or-death situation and 'save' them, giving the impression that Faunus could be trusted. But instead you hid who you were…people who hid who they are, shouldn't really be trusted." He stated.

"...So you're saying I shouldn't trust you?" Blake asked quietly, as she started questioning her own morals.

"I've never hid who I was. I don't need to." Harry said casually. "Then again, I've never hid from my team. I've never covered up my eyes, so people don't see how much of a freak I am..." He trailed off.

"You're...you're not a freak." Blake reassured, before she cursed herself for feeling sympathy for the enemy.

"Whatever you say." Harry said uncaringly.

There was a silence between the two, as Harry stood up and looked out the massive observation platform of the Reaper they were in.

"You told me, you want to convince the people you find interesting to stay with you...to save them...save them from what?" Blake asked unsure.

Harry clicked his tongue. "Like you'd believe me if I told you." He said with a scowl.

Blake looked down. "…You didn't have to offer me the choice. You could've destroyed me mind, and you and Nui could be taking turns taking advantage of me. But you gave me the choice; you who has no morality…gave me the possibility of at least keeping some of my dignity." She stated. "Is it about those 'Keepers' you spoke of?" She asked curiously.

Harry frowned and stared at the horizon. "I wield a small portion and insight of the Keepers, but they use us all…and that is abhorrent to me." He said with a sneer.

Blake flinched back, feeling the actual venom in his words. "Because I hate them. I hate how they twisted the worlds around, I hate how they gave realities something akin to a will of their own. That they would control us, to achieve some kind of balance, some kind of entertainment, some kind of power. When countless lives are lost by the trillions." He said passionately.

"Everyone, everything; is being manipulated under some grand plan by the Keepers." Harry said seriously.

Blake looked down, not to sure about what he was saying. "…We still have free will, the ability to choose." She admitted.

Harry turned and looked at her. "But at what point does their influence submerge any illusion at choice or free will?" He responded.

"...If...there's no free will, then everything we do is for nothing. And I refuse to believe that's true." Blake said sadly.

Harry scowled at her. "You have taken a complicated question, my cute little kitty slave, and you've trivialized it with your answer and lack of experience." He jeered. "What I do, what echoes I create, will spread out and eventually blind the Keepers to their precious realities. They'll be forced to leave it be, destroy the reality, or come face me." He stated.

"That's…I don't know what to say..." She muttered.

Blake just stared at him, as she tried to process what he was saying. He turned and walked towards her, before he held a hand out. She flinched back, before her golden eyes landed on his appendage. She slowly reached out and he held her stand to her feet.

She looked up towards him and he looked down towards her. "You are such a waste with the White Fang, with Beacon. As a Huntress in Training. You could be so much more." Harry admitted. "Even with your wide-eyed innocence, your naive morality." He commented.

"You talked about the deaths of trillions, but you kill. Why would you care?" Blake asked, her body inches from Harry, as the two stared down.

"You think I want the death of all things, there is no victory in such things. I wouldn't want to win a war like that, cute little kitty slave." Harry said, a wicked smile spreading across his face, causing Blake to shiver. "When I spread out to every reality and conquer them all, it won't because I can control them from the outside looking in, or because I fixed a few stats in Destiny. It will because my intellect, my teachings, my abilities, my technology, my tenacity, my body; they were the superiority. Because I was the Ultimate Being. Nothing else." He stated.

Blake stared up at him, as he held her in place. Her eyes were wide when she heard his declaration. "When...when all this is done...what's...going to happen to me?" Blake asked.

"What do you want to happen to you?" Harry questioned in turn.

"W-what do you mean?" She muttered, looking away form him.

"You knew who Adam was the moment you met him, you know how he acted. The dark path he walked, but you didn't try to stop him. Because you wanted him to go dark." Harry stated.

"I don't….Ah!" Blake screamed in surprise, when she was pushed down on to the seat behind her.

She looked up to see Harry standing over her, a dark gleam in his eyes. "Ninjas of Love…" He stated, causing Blake to freeze up. "I took a little gander at your little collection when you were in Nui's care. The first book is about a Kunoichi being captured by an enemy Shinobi, she seduces him for her escape only to fall for him. The second book, a Kunoichi is at the mercy of her Shinobi teacher and gets abused with some BDSM acts and likes it. The third book is basically a Rape Fantasy. I know Pyrrha was a Masochist and an Exhibitionist, but you take the cake." He commented. Pyrrha was a Masochist, in a humiliation since; it would seem however Blake was similar but instead of getting off to humiliation it was pain.

Blake squirmed underneath his gaze and looked away. She was forced to look at him when he put a hand underneath her chin and made her look in his direction. "Do you hook up with foreboding men, hoping they'd abuse you like this? But when you learned Adam didn't care about you that way, you got all pouty and left the White Fang? Is that it?" Harry asked mockingly.

"N-no!" Blake argued.

"Is that why Nui told me you started screaming for more, two hours into your session?" Harry asked curiously.

Blake blushed heavily. "...I-I don't want to answer that." She muttered.

"So you won't mind if I do...this?" Harry asked, as he placed a hand on her chest and roughly dug his fingers into her mounds of flesh.

"O-OH God!" Blake moaned out, her head leaning back at the rough treatment. He pulled his hand back and leaned back from the Cat Faunus, causing her to groan faintly in annoyance.

"My oh my, did you treat me like shit, because you thought if you didn't; you'd fall for me like you did Adam?" He asked.

Blake shook her head. "N-no, it's not like that. It's just...most snake Faunus never got along well with me when I was a kid. I just...never trusted them." She admitted truthfully.

Harry sighed at the rather uninteresting answer. "I'm not a Faunus." He stated, causing Blake to look at him unconvinced. He shrugged at her look, not really feeling the need to elaborate.

"Whatever, that's enough questions for today." He stated, causing Blake to sigh and sit back in her chair. She didn't get all the answers she wanted, but she at least knew what Harry wanted in some capacity.

Two Days Later

Deep in a large and wide training ground, Blake was curled up in a ball, her eyes wide in horror at what she had to experience from Nui the previous day.

Her arms, legs, stomach, chest, neck and in between her thighs were all covered in welts from a very aggressive and sadistic Nui. She couldn't sit on her rear, courtesy of Nui using an eight-inch, ribbed strap on for hours on her poor, poor anus. That was before she was forced to clean it with her throat and then back in it went.

'In out, in out, in out…' Blake thought to herself, as she held herself. Her body tensing and relaxing in unison with the thoughts.

She stared forward, her eyes wide in amazement at what she was watching; despite how much in pain she was in. Her face was illuminated by a faint orange and red light.

In front of her was a wide pool of bubbling and popping magma, with dozens of stalagmites protruding from the boiling mass of molten rock. Standing on top of the stalagmite, was a the black haired Sorcerer. His body was tense, wearing only a pair of trousers. His legs were covered in black soot and burns. His eyes were covered in cloth.

"...Is...this really necessary?" Harry asked loudly.

Standing across from him, was Madara with his arms crossed. He wore the same attire as Harry, only a pair of trousers. Unlike Harry, who was tense with his guard up, Madara looked entirety relaxed.

"You wanted me to train you, I am training you." Madara stated plainly.

Harry tilted his head in the direction of the Uchiha. "What? You're not going to have me spawn dozens of Fissions Duplicates of myself and send them off to do a variety of tasks?" He asked dryly.

Madara raised an eyebrow. "Do you feel that my training isn't adequate enough? Or perhaps, too challenging?" He questioned. Harry remained silent, as he turned his head and focused on Madara.

"Hmm...good. You're eyes, gone. You're feeling, masked by boiling magma. Your smell, covered by the scent of smoke and burning rock. Taste, over powered by charcoal. All you have, is your hearing. The words I say, will be much more impact-full." Madara stated.

"As humans, we have a plethora of weaknesses built into us. If it's too hot, we fry. If it's too cold, we die. If it's to wet, if it's to dry; our body can't survive. But we can adapt, train our bodies to the point where these weaknesses aren't a hindrance." He explained, causing Harry to nod, understanding the concept.

"...Is there...a reason I'm standing on a magma pit though?" Harry asked dryly.

"People tend to learn from their mistakes quickly when they run the risk of losing a limb." Madara stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "What do you know about fighting?" He asked.

Harry shrugged. "What I learned form watching movies, some fights I got into when I was a kid, and what I could glean from some of my alternate selves. Some motions and actions from Ulquiorra and Kabuto; I learned mostly how to sword fight from Ulquiorra. Kabuto wasn't one to be a master at hand-to-hand." He admitted. "Is that what you'll be teaching me, Madara?" He asked curiously, hell anything he learned from The Madara Uchiha, he'd take.

Madara exhaled. "I'll teach you all that I can, because…I need a student; and you need a master." He stated, which got a reaction from Harry.

"I...I'm honored." Harry muttered in surprise.

"Hn." Madara sounded, as he vanished and appeared right in front of Harry. "I've designed the formation of these stalagmites to form an outline for stances. With the proper footing, you'll be able to turn your body, control your center and develop the proper power to attack." He elaborated.

"I've never seen you use a stance." The Sorcerer argued, before he was flicked in the head by Madara, causing Harry to stumble back. As soon as one of his feet grazed the magma he yanked back and searched for a footing. His balance was almost lost, but after a few moments of hitting hot spots, Harry found a sharp protrusion of the stalagmite.

"If you had control of your footing and your center, that would not have happened." Madara chastised.

"...Point taken." Harry said with a scowl on his face. "But why cover my eyes?" He asked. Half the time he usually had his eyes closed anyways, but still.

Madara exhaled and glanced up. "You ask, a lot of questions." He commented. "You need to train your body and your mind to react without sight, your eyes can deceive you." Madara said, with some mirth in his tone. Knowing full well how the eyes can be tricked into seeing things that weren't there, or not seeing things that were. "The more experienced someone has with fighting and in that same time they relied on eyesight, the easier it is to trick them, because it is a lot harder to re-write what you already know and what your instincts were telling you. Than it is to simply believe what you see." He explained.

Harry faintly nodded in understanding. "Alright, I'm going to start simple..." Madara said, as he reached out and roughly shoved Harry in the chest with both of his hands.

"Ow-Shit-Shit!" Harry cursed, as he quickly hopped back, using Magic to at least form a weak shield underneath his feet and quickly position himself back on the stalagmites.

Harry scowled as he heard Madara land in front of him again, a faint movement of air as the Uchiha shoved forward. He had a few choices in how he could react to the attack, he could move to the left or the right, move back; but those options would require him to figure out his footing again. Or he could try to stop Madara.

He quickly raised his own hands in an attempt to catch Madara's arms. And to Harry's surprise, he caught them. But as soon as he caught them, he realized something. He didn't have the right angle to stop Madara, or withstand the Uchiha's strength.

"Ah-fuck!" Harry cursed, as he was pushed back into the magma again. "Aiy-aiy-aiy!" He sounded, as he hissed in pain and landed on a stalagmites again.

"You're to afraid to re-arrange your footing, you should've taken the step back and then tried to disperse the energy from my arms. If you took the step back and I had to extend the effort of reaching out to you, I would've been at your mercy. But you're too afraid of pain to move." Madara chastised.

Harry scowled and took a breath, as he prepared. Madara moved forward again and shoved his arms forward, as soon as Harry heard that. He took a step back and grimaced; expecting to hit something hot. But having been knocked off a few times, knew the area where to feel, and judged the distance accordingly.

He planted his foot on the stalagmite behind him, as Madara extended his arms forward. Harry's own arms snapped out and he grabbed a hold of Madara's wrist and went to force them inwards and down, trying to disperse the attack that would hit him.

However, as soon as Harry started pushing against Madara, the Uchiha smirked and slowly began to apply his own strength against the Sorcerer's. Madara easily began to spread his arms apart, before he pushed back Harry entirely, causing the Sorcerer to hop back, and almost quickly caught his footing on the stalagmite.

"When you apply a force, you are open to having a force applied upon you." Madara stated, causing Harry to scowl, understanding basic physics. "You shouldn't commit to such a display of dominance when it only devours your energy, you have to conserve every bit you can. Especially when you're up against an enemy who's physical strength outmatches your own." He informed, before he lunged forward again.

This time Harry took a step back, finding footing incredibly quickly. As Madara's arms extended out towards him, Harry's own hands snapped out and he touched the Uchiha's wrists. Instead of grabbing them however, Harry just quickly slapped them downwards and diverted their energy. Before he himself took a step forward and snapped his arms out, and hit Madara in the chest instead of the other way around.

Madara took a step back and caught himself easily, but he had a satisfied smile on his face. "You learn quick...and when you defended yourself from me, you took the opening and turned it into an attack. Interesting. Attacking while defending, and defending while attacking is the base rules of the Uchiha fighting style." He admitted.

Harry smiled at the praise, having...never been actually complimented by what he could do. All of his previous teachers always had something negative to say about him. "T-thanks...s-sensei." He said, only for Madara to roughly push him. "Ah!" He sounded in surprise, as he lightly touched the boiling magma for a moment and caught footing again.

"Never leave your guard down in the ring." Madara chastised.

"Of course." He responded, as he raised his arms up.

Madara's narrowed eyes relaxed for a moment. "...And...I'm glad I have student who listens." He said, responding to Harry's 'thanks'.

A Distance away, Blake watched, her eyes focused on Harry's exposed body. Her body flooded with hormones and aphrodisiacs Nui's been constantly pumping into her. She shuddered, watching the man she hated the moment she saw, and the Uchiha who intimidated her by his mere presence and stare. But right now, she treasured the moment. Harry was the only person that let her have her reprieve and she felt indebted to him because of that.

Four Days Later

Blake was wearing her usual black and white attire, having been given to her by Harry as a bit of an olive-branch. Something she appreciated, having been forced to wear Nui's clothing for a short time. She was crouching much closer towards the bubbling magma pit, where her eyes remained focused on a training Harry and Madara.

She grimaced a bit, as she slowly sat down on her sore, sore rear. Nui seemingly having a new goal in mind for breaking Blake, something that was going along much more quicker than predicted by Harry. With Nui's new-found hatred in Blake, the mind-breaking torture went past simply trying to get the former off but to hurt the latter more.

But now she was free from that monster for a day, Blake treasured just being able to breath and watch the man who pulled her out of that small dungeon. She would be in the corner, weeping naked, covered in her own saliva and arousal. Her body having been forced to orgasm hundred of times, her body being filled with aphrodisiacs that would make a Sidhe horny, and injected with nerve agents which amplify pain and pleasure by over a hundred percent. Blake was put through a pleasurable hell, after an hour of Nu's treatments, the Cat Faunus' mind went blank and started screaming Harry's name, imaging all the pleasurable things were because of him. Because in her mind, with the manipulations he'd done to her, he was the only kindness she'd experienced in months.

Blake's eyes were laser focused on Harry, the one person who in her mind wasn't against her. He would come in and see her in such a state Nui left her in. Before he helped clean her up and feed her, and he listened to Blake's problems. He would challenge her problems, her ideals, her past, with what she told him; he'd counter with just the right question which made Blake question her own morality. She questioned her own past, her own ideals, her own morals.

Harry would then tell her his own truths, what he believed, what he saw and knew. Blake found the conversations to be...entrancing, his passions, his will, and the drive he had to do what he believed was right. She heard of the troubles he went through in the past, which humanized him in her mind and made her garner sympathy. It made her question her own troubled past, it seemed to mild in comparison. Everything she told him and every reply he had, always made her question herself. Eventually she started questioning who she was, why she did what she did.

Perhaps, the reason she did what she did, was because there was some all-present being which manipulated everyone from the background. Perhaps she was just one tiny macrocosm, a microscopic thing in a massive grand scheme. If that was true...'Harry...you showed me the light, and I rejected it…' Blake thought, her eyes focused on the Sorcerer, as she continued to contemplate her own existence. It had been eight days, four days in Nui's generous care, and four in Harry's own. There was only six days left...and they were going to be long.

Harry stared off against Madara, well not really stared down, since his eyes were covered. But he felt that Madara was standing in front of him.

"I've taught you the importance of your stance. With little movement you can twist your body and develop enough power to hit a target, hitting it fast while using the least amount of movement possible. That when you fight, you must hit towards the central line..." Madara stated, as he motioned towards his own abdomen and drew a circle with his hand, he then drew an oval around his chest and shoulders, and then he drew a circle around his head. And then swiped his hand down, which created a line which intersected each of the circular shape he motioned. "...I've taught you how to skim along the extended limbs of your enemies, to use their own openings against them. Now, I'll expand upon the Uchiha's main fighting style." Madara stated.

"There is no cute name for our Taijutsu Style, like the Gentle Fist of the Hyuga. Our Taijutsu style developed along with our Sharingan. It compliments our Sharingan's abilities, it doesn't depend on it. They can work without one another, and work effectively. And together...you'd be unstoppable." Madara explained, as he took a step towards Harry.

"I've told you before, the bases of this fighting style is to defend while attacking and attack while defending. The main concept is, you don't want to block an attack or even stop it. You must learn to have your defense up, while attacking. You don't want the mindset of 'I must first defend myself, before I attack'." Madara stated, before he took a breath.

"I am going to hit you, and I'm going to want you to defend yourself and then attack; so you can understand..." Madara stated, as he took a step forward and went to hit the Sorcerer with a fist.

Harry scowled in concentration as he moved to the side and raised his arms up. As he did that, his hand connected with Madara's extended wrist. He focused on stopping Madara for a moment, before he sent his free hand forward to hit the Uchiha. But the hit was rather weak.

Madara took a step back and nodded. "You understand. You wasted all your momentum and energy to stop my attack, which then feed off our own, weakening it." He elaborated, causing Harry to nod as he understood those words. "You must have your guard up, while you attack, but you must not block. When you attack, you must find your way passed their defense...not force it." He continued.

"If a strong attack is coming at you, what do you do?" Madara asked.

"Get out of it's way." Harry stated.

"...A strong attack is only going to hurt you, if it touches you; correct." The Uchiha stated, as he took a step forward and thrust his fist forward.

Harry heard the movement and put a hand up, before he took a step to the side to avoid the incoming fist. "See, not only are you not wasting your energy blocking my strike, it's also much easier to just move to the side." Madara complimented.

"And, if I'm not strong enough to stop your strike; I could just get hurt. If you were seriously trying to hit me and I block, you'd shatter my bones." Harry stated, causing Madara to nod. "And if I try to stop you and not move, and I fail. You'll hit me in the face." He commented.

"Perceptive, evasion is the best defense. A master of evasion, will never get hit in battle." Madara supplemented. "Now that you have defense down...you must have the attack." He stated, as he thrust his fist forward again, causing Harry to move to the side and avoid it.

Harry moved back, only for his back to bump into Madara, causing him to stumble around for a moment, before he caught his footing on the stalagmites. "How are you going to hit me, from all the way over here?" Madara asked with a faint tone of sarcasm.

"I was avoiding the attack." Harry responded, before he heard an impatient exhale from the Uchiha.

"I never said 'avoid' the attack, I said evade it. When a person is attacking, be it in Taijutsu or Ninjutsu; there is always an opening, a recovery period. When a person is throwing a Kunai, there is a moment after they throw their blade that they must pull their hand back and rearm. When a person throws a punch, there is a moment their forearms are not blocking their central line. When a person expels a jutsu, there is a moment where a person must recover from the sudden loss of Chakra. Every attack leaves a person open, when you evade their attack, you must not get away but you must close in." Madara explained seriously, as he moved forward and attacked.

Harry reacted accordingly. Madara sent his right fist forward, causing Harry to step to the side and raise his left hand up and put it against the Uchiha's extending wrist. Instead of grab or try to stop the man, Harry let Madara's momentum continue and he stepped forward and pivoted his body. He thrust his right hand up along Madara's extended arm and drove his fist into the man's stomach.

"Hn…" Madara sounded in slight discomfort, the hit not being hard enough to actually hurt him.

Madara countered the attack and turned his body to punch the Sorcerer with his free arm, causing a faint sound which had Harry's ears twitching. Harry turned his body in turn, his right arm raising up and slapping Madara's wrist, while his left arm skimmed along the Uchiha's extended arm. The Sorcerer's left fist rod up Madara's arm and he was able to hit the Uchiha in the side of the chin.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh surprised Harry, as he took a step back from the Uchiha. Madara himself looked faintly surprised by the act, granted his Sharingan weren't active; but it was still a surprising feat. "You managed to keep your guard up after the first hit and diverted my counter. You are a fast learner." Madara complimented.

"I attacked with my defenses up..." Harry stated. "...I understand, if I do it any other way. There'll be a delay, it'll ruin the fluidity of my movements and make it easier to hit me after." He observed.

Madara slowly nodded. "Not many Non-Sharingan users would take up to our Taijutsu style so quickly." He commented.

"...They also didn't have a holographic room, which allowed you to spawn a lava pit underneath them." Harry said dryly.

Madara hummed faintly, usually they used the boiling water from natural Hot Springs. But the extra danger did heighten the senses, allowing Harry to adapt more quickly, lest he lose his legs. "Now, let's bring this practice a conclusion, with a spare." Madara stated, as he advanced towards the Sorcerer.

What happened for the next few hours was a blur of motion, with Blake's golden eyes darting around and watching intently. Harry and Madara would traded dozens of blows, one would attack and the other would evade and counter; which would cause the other to evade and counter. Creating at long cycle of trading counters and blows, as the two moved around, changing footing on the stalagmites.

'I...have no idea if I can even do anything close to this…' Blake thought in astonishment. She learned how to fight from Adam and through experience, but something like this was well beyond her abilities. The way the two fought, was almost like a dance; but it was fairly obvious Madara was holding back.

Four Days Later

The sound of a pressurized hiss reverberated from an automatic set of doors, as they opened up. A pair of individuals stood at the entrance of the room; one was a tall, inky black haired Sorcerer.

At his side, was an older, middle aged woman. She had short, curly black hair and bright yellow eyes. Protruding from her hair, was a pair of large cat ears, which had several golden piercings. She wore a black hakama and sandals with white tabi socks. She wore a black shrug with a long right sleeve, with golden adornments along the fabric.

Harry and Kali entered the room, to see a rather...interesting sight. Blake was stripped naked, her eyes were covered by her black ribbons, which revealed her unique black cat ears. Her mouth was forced open by an O Ring mouth gag, her tongue was hanging out of it with her saliva soaking her chin and her bare chest. She was bound to the ground by a pair of hand cuffs. And on her smooth stomach, the words 'Please, forgive me Daddy'. Black tape covered her nipples, with thin wires connecting to them, creating a faint hum.

The Sorcerer inclined his head, looking at the bound, blinded and naked Blake. "...Pf-ah..." Kali sounded breathlessly, as her eyes went wide and her mouth opened faintly. Her pupils dilated and her thighs pressed against another.

Harry glanced to his side and watched as Kali seemed to get aroused by seeing her daughter in such a state. 'Please don't hurt Blake, I'll do anything…' Harry remembered Kali voicing her vehement loyalty and wish to protect her daughter. And now, she's aroused by what Nui did to Blake.

The sight of Blake was an arousing one in it's own regard, but watching Kali herself get aroused by the sight. Harry felt a shiver run up his side, getting turned on at the idea of Kali lusting after Blake, a total opposite of what she once wanted.

Blake raised her head. "Hmm-Issh ammy onne shere!?" She tried to ask, her mouth forced open in a 'O' by a bind.

Harry took a few steps forward. "Aa-aah Arry!?" Blake forced out, her voice vibrating from the electrodes shocking her sensitive areas.

"I'm here, seems quite a number was ran on you." Harry commented casually, as he undid the bind around Blake's mouth.

"Hah...hah..." Blake panted out, as Harry removed the electrodes from her nipples and tossed them aside. He then removed the ribbon around her eyes, allowing her to see. "Oh God, I'm so glad you're here." Blake breathed out, as she leaned forward and rested her face against Harry's chest; while he undid the cuffs keeping her hands on the ground.

As soon as he released her, Blake's arms snapped forward and wrapped around his waist and she hugged him. "She's so horrible! It gets worse every time!" She cried out.

"She's jealous of you..." Harry commented, causing Blake to slowly raise her head and look up at him in confusion. "...She's afraid I like you more, that I find you more attractive. She's afraid you'll replace her as my daughter." He said with a wistful sigh.

Blake used one hand to wipe the fluids from around her mouth and her eyes. "Is...is it true?" She muttered, that was before she noticed someone standing behind Harry. "M...M...Mom!" Blake said, her eyes going wide and she quickly gripped Harry tighter.

She pressed her body into his and tired to hide her nudity from Kali. "Hello Blake, it seems you like our Master." Kali commented with a smile.

Blake stared at her mother. "Ma-ster?" She said unsure, as she looked towards Harry.

Harry put his hands on Blake's shoulders and diligently pushed her back, before he gave her a wink. "I think you two lovely lasses should have a private chat, don't you think?" He asked, as he looked between Blake and Kali.

"T-thanks." Kali mumbled, as she lowered her head in submission.

Harry looked from her to Blake, before he smiled and left the room, the doors sealing shut behind him.

"M-Mom, what's going on? Why are you here?" Blake asked nervously, she wanted to resurrect her mother not bring her under Nui's control.

"I'm severing a great man." Kali admitted, as she tilted her head to the side and faint pink hearts formed in her pupils. Curtest of Nui quite literally breaking her mind and remaking it, using all forms of sexual and magical torture.

Blake looked at her mother unsure. "You...serve Harry?" She asked, causing Kali to smile fully and nod.

"In any way possible." Kali admitted.

"W-what about Dad!?" Blake asked.

Kali knitted her eyebrows together and adopted a confused look. "Your father and I have been drifting apart for years. Since he stopped running the White Fang, he lost his passion. And our relationship dwindled. I have needs...and he didn't help. With my Master, oh God! I've never felt more alive!" She breathed out mindlessly.

Blake stared at her in disbelief. "...You and Harry...have..." She muttered.

Kali closed her eyes and leaned her head back. "I serve him his breakfast when he's working, I serve him lunch and dinner. I sometimes dress as a slutty maid, or I wear this…" She admitted, motioning to her usual outfit. "...But I sometimes I wear it a bit loose around my chest, or around my thighs and when he sees them...He takes me!" She admitted.

Blake looked at her heartbroken, her savior was...was with her beautiful mother. "W-why?" She muttered.

"Why what?" Kali asked curiously, tilting her head cutely.

"He was the only person who asked me how I felt? Un...Nui feed me everything I wanted to hear, she fed my worse aspect. My self-righteous, holier than thou personality. It pushed away my friends, I'm sure they hate me now! My dad is dead! I'm constantly violated by Nui until I start liking it! But the only person who stops her, the only person who ever tells me I'm worth something, the only person who gives me the time of day when I treated him like shit since the moment we first met; and you take him from me!" Blake cried out, her eyes watering up.

Standing outside of the room, Harry was leaning against the wall with his scroll opened, as he watched the scene with Blake and Kali. It wasn't chance that Kali happened to bump into him this morning and was enticed to come along out of curiosity. Blake was just about his; Kali just had to seal the deal. The whole reason she made the contract with Nui was for Kali's 'resurrection'. If what she gave her freedom to, was devoted to him, if her own mother was willing to throw her own freedom to him. Blake would have no other choice in her mind than to devote herself to him too. And despite the fact that Kali wasn't a fighter, Blake was. She would be a very, very useful toy in his collection, next to Velvet and Pyrrha.

He continued to watch what transpired inside the room behind him; as Kali became the final nail in the coffin.

Kali reached out and enveloped her nude daughter in hug. "Ah, don't be sad, Blake...he has enough love for both of us." She reassured.

Blake buried her face in her mother's shoulder. "I...I don't..." She muttered.

"Shh...he never had a mother. In some ways...I want to mother him, I want him to feel loved by everyone. Just as I want you to be loved. I never approved of that Adam fellow, but an approve of our Master. He'll proved for us, like a good father and give you love, like a true lover. He can be your new father, if you want." She purred out soothingly, as she ran a hand through her daughter long raven black hair.

"...New...Father..." Blake mumbled, hearing the words. She and her father never did get that much along. But maybe...a new father, who she believed in. Who she loved, wouldn't be too bad.

"He'll give you everything you want, and more." Kali continued, her eyes squinted faintly with a smile on her face.

"...And...more..." Blake whispered out.

"Truth is, I didn't hate what that succubus-girl, his other daughter did to me. I just wish it was my Master who used all those tools on me, or even better the real thing..." Kali said, her eyes giving off a faint pink glow.

Blake stared forward, before she felt something strange...a hand was slowly messaging her bare chest and another was idly rubbing against her neither regions. "M-Mom..." She said nervously.

"Sh-sh-sh…our Master wants you, just as much as he wants me, just as much as he wants that succubus-girl, just as much as he wants other girls. And it's our job to obey!" Kali purred out, as she drove two fingers into her daughter.

"A-ah!" Blake screamed out, as she arched her back in ecstasy.

"You are our Masters new toy, just as I am. Obey him, love him, and he'll return it a hundred fold." Kali continued.

"...Obey...Love...A hundred fold..." Blake repeated, as her head began to lull back. She released a groan when her mother withdrew her fingers out of her. Blake watched as Kali brought a pair of soaking wet fingers up to her own lips. Kali's tongue darted out and lapped up her daughter's arousal.

"M-Mom..." Blake muttered, her face flushed.

"Just think about what Mommy said, okay!" Kali said with a cheerful smile on her face, as she took a step back and the door to the room opened up.

Harry walked in, carrying a change of clothes for Blake, a set of her usual clothing. Blake looked at Harry with a blush on her face, as her cat-ears fell flat against her head. "T-Thanks." She mumbled in embarrassment.

"Oh this is just a wonderful day!" Kali complimented, as she turned around. "Eep!" She sounded in surprise when a hand slapped itself against her rear. "Oh you are a naughty one, honey!" She commented, looking at Harry.

"Mom!" Blake screamed, her face flush with jealousy and anger.

"Hehe, I'm just having fun, Blake." Kali said with a smile.

"Get dressed, we'll be outside." Harry instructed uncaringly, as he exited the room with Kali following, with the door sealing up behind them.

When it was closed, Harry turned and looked at Kali. "You did good..." He complimented, as he reached up and lightly patted her on the head. Kali closed her eyes and leaned into the touch.

"T-thanks Master!" Kali happily responded, as she rubbed her head against the palm of his hand. "Aiyy!" She sounded in pain, as Harry dug his fingers into her hair and pulled her close.

Harry rather roughly sealed his lips against Kali's, taking advantage of her submissive personality. "Hmm..." Kali sounded, as she wrapped her arms around his waist. After a moment, Harry pulled back and released the Cat Faunus. "...Oh Master, if we get started now. We'll never get lunch, well...I guess we'd have each other." She flirted, as the Cat Faunus MILF fluttered her eyelashes at him.

"And we'd have Blake for desert, right?" Harry asked with a smirk.

Kali's eyes lit up. "She'd be the appetizer!" She happily responded.

The door next to them opened up, as Blake shambled out, her cat ears drooping down. She wore her usual black and white, tight fitting outfit. She seemed to have a lot on her mind, something that had Harry smiling wickedly. Things were going better than he expected.

Last Day Blake is with Nui

Adult Content

Deep in the front of the massive Reaper, before the mile-long tendrils was the 'Command and Information Center' of the ship, other wise known as the Bridge.

The Bridge was massive, larger than the observation platforms, it was almost a hundred or so meters long, wide and tall. It could fit a good portion of Beacon Academy itself in there, along with Hogwarts if they were fit nice and snug together. The room itself was a massive, dome shaped facility. It's walls and interior was almost entirely bare. The dome walls curved up and around, with hundred of thousands of individual projecting panels, giving a near three hundred and sixty degree view of the surrounding area.

"Argk-Rup...Shrup..." The sound of saliva soaked lips slapping against skin reverberated through out the hall.

In the rearrest most part of the massive room, was an elevated platform with two individuals sitting on a lavish command chair.

Harry sat on a tall, comfortable chair. On her knees, right in front of him, was a petite girl with a trio of hair colors. He was running his hand through the unique colored hair.

Neo pulled back and retracted her tongue, as she looked up at Harry with wide cute mis-matched colored eyes. She stroked his hard member in her gloved hand, creating a slicking sound, since the member was covered in her saliva.

"You're such a good girl, daddy's proud." Harry complimented, causing Neo to look at up at him with a sultry smile on her face.

Neo leaned forward and stuck her tongue out and pressed it against the base of Harry's cock, before she dragged it up and hummed to herself. When she reached the head, she flicked the head of it a few times. She drenched the head in her saliva, before Neo felt Harry's finger tense in her hair.

She looked up at him with a teasing light in her eyes; she knew how to play her 'daddy' like a fiddle. Despite how she and Nui had a 'femdom' kink, it was more along the lines of them just liking having their Daddy beg them for more, when they took control in the bedroom. Outside of that, they knew he was the one giving the orders.

Right now, Neo knew her daddy wanted to grab her by the back of her head and fuck her cute little mouth. But she knew he wouldn't do that to one of his sweet little princesses, because they always got what they wanted. Neo cutely winked at Harry, before she slowly leaned forward and put her hands around his thighs.

Harry hissed in pleasure when Neo bobbed her head, getting deeper and deeper. She kept her eyes on him, saliva dripping form around her tight mouth. The faint sound of gagged came from her tight throat, as she slowly got deeper.

The Sorcerer idly thrust up in unison with Neo bobbing down, until the petite girl skillfully got as deep as she could under her own willpower. Her nose was pressed against Harry's body and she was unable to breath, but she remained staring up at him. One of her eyes was pink and the other was brown, faint tears welling around the corners of her eyes.

"Hmn-Arck..." Neo sounded from her throat, as she slowly pulled back, showing the glistening cock that was once deep in her throat. She took sharp breaths from the spaces of her mouth, her lips still wrapped around the head of his cock.

Harry groaned faintly, feeling Neo's tongue flick the sensitive head of his member.

After a moment, Harry kept his hand on Neo's soft hair, before he guided her lower and lightly thrust his hips up. Neo smiled, despite the phallic member in her mouth, before she complied. Neo released a tiny groan and took the thick member down her throat again, feeling every twitch, every movement of the object which spread her tiny throat apart. She could feel his rapid pulse in her throat.

Neo began to bob her head quickly, Harry's hand guiding her motions, as she let him fuck her throat. Despite the speed and roughness of the act, Neo didn't choke or even look up at her daddy in fear. She wasn't worried that he'd suddenly stand up and brutally take advantage of his little princess.

Despite his rough personality, Harry loved his little girls, which is why he put up with their little shenanigans. Neo hummed to herself, as the member repeatedly spread apart her tiny throat and she eagerly helped him by bobbing her head. Letting her dear daddy fuck her cute little throat and face.

Harry released a groan, as he leaned his head back. Neo's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she closed her eyes, as one of many of her daddy's loads had been released in her mouth and down her throat. Neo felt a rush of warm seed rush down her throat, as she heard her daddy moan in pleasure.

Neo pulled back until the head was just sealed by her lips, she stared up at him and happily drank down everything his testicles produced. After a moment, Neo released the cock from her lips with a faint pop and smiled up at him, as she diligently licked her lips clean.

"You might not do much with that mouth of yours, but what you do accomplish is amazing." Harry complimented.

Neo crossed her arms and pouted, as she undid the buckle to her tight grey pants and lowered them to the floor and then kicked them off. Down south, all she wore was her usual pair of high-heeled boots and a pink pair of panties.

Harry watched as she pulled her panties to the side and sat down in his lap, grinding her tight rear against his pelvis and entrapping his softening member in-between her thighs. The petite illusionist glanced back at Harry, a domineering smirk on her face.

"Geez, darling. It'll take me a minute or so to reload." Harry admitted with a sheepish smile.

Neo tilted her head, before she reached out and put her hand on the arm of the throne-chair. She connected herself with the ship's neural interface, allowing her to get some control of the massive reaper. In the massive bridge, hundred of so screens in the front of the room began to active and project the image of a scene happening not to far away from them.

A naked Blake was stared at young blonde girl with a pair of long curly pig-tails. "How do you like you're seat?" Nui asked with a tilt of her head.

Blake was siting in a pair of vibrating machines. Her arms were bound behind her back, in her mouth was Nui's favorite kind of mouth gag, an O Ring bind, prying her mouth open allowing for easy access for any object. Nui stood over the bound cat Faunus; she wore a tight pink corset, pink high-heeled boots and elbow length gloves.

"Hmm-Mm..." Blake sounded, her eyes remaining focused on the blonde sadist.

"What's that?" Nui asked curiously, as she knelt down and put her hand underneath Blake's chin and made the girl look towards her. "I can't understand you, you got this...thing in your mouth." She commented with a cute smile.

Blake looked down from Nui, her cat ears drooping and some saliva dribbled out of her forced open mouth. "N-An Mm alk?!" She forced out.

Nui tilted her head, before she leaned forward and pulled the ring out of Blake's mouth. "Whatcha wanna talk about, before I slid this..." She said, as she trailed a glove hand down her abdomen and glide along a long, eight-inched strap-on. "...down your tight and sensitive throat?" Nui commented.

"Oh, and I put it up her tight little booty!" Another Nui commented happily, from the other side of her room.

"And her tight pussy!" Yet another Nui said in a chipper voice.

Nu studied Blake for a moment, before the cat faunus slowly leaned forward and pressed her lips against the blonde's lips. Nui blinked a few moments, before Blake leaned back and sunk down. She parted her lips apart, before she diligently wrapped her lips around the tip of Nui's stap-on.

After a moment, Blake pulled her lips back and looked up at Nui with watery eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't want your daddy to hurt you...I understand what you feel. I'll do anything you want, just please...stop hurting me..." Blake whimpered out.

Nui inclined her head curiously. "Anything I want? It's not about what I want? It's about what my daddy needs!" She insisted, causing Blake to look up at her.

"Needs…" Blake muttered in a daze, as a pair of high-powered vibrating objects continued to stimulate her front and rear pleasure orifices.

"It's about what you can do for him, for giving you so much." Nui stated, her eye glinting.

"...So much..." Blake mumbled out, looking up towards the blonde girl.

"My daddy could've killed ya, cloned ya, or even destroyed and remade your mind. But, out of his good will, out of his kindness he allowed you to live. When he was in the right to do so, after you treated him!" Nui insisted.

Blake looked down, sullen knowing it was true. She deserved this, she was being punished for something she completely deserved. "How...can I ever make him love me...like he loves you?' Blake said sadly.

"Your mommy knows how to make my Daddy happy, it's weird, ain't it?" Nui asked cutely. "You see, Kali is my daddy's bitch, his toy, his little love thing he likes to use when he's pent up. But for you, he might as well be your new daddy. Your better daddy! And that...well, that makes you and I, sisters." The blonde sadist admitted.

"So...who's your daddy, Blakey?!" Nui chirped out with a smile on her face.

"H...H...Harry..." Blake whimpered out.

"Who's your daddy!?" Nui screamed, as she gripped Blake by the hair and yanked it back.

"H-Harry! Harry's my daddy!" Blake responded loudly, hissing in pain as she came on the vibrating phallic objects inside her.

"Who are you!?" Nui interrogated.

"I'm...I'm his slutty daughter! Built only for him...for his cock!" Blake screamed out again, as the phallic objects inside her shocked her with energy, causing her to come yet again.

"Good! Good!" Nui chirped out happily, as she dug her fingers into the back of Blake's head and guided her forward. "Now, I gotta teach you how to please our daddy!" She supplemented.

Blake's eyes honed in on the strap-on Nui wore, before she hungrily lunged forward and engulfed the object in her mouth, as she rapidly bobbed her head. The binds that held Blake in place unlocked, allowing the girl the ability to move.

She quickly got off the two vibrators inside her, before she got onto her hands and knees, pushing her head against Nui. Her bright golden eyes looking up at the artificial being with submission and lust. Slowly Blake reached back with one of her hands and grabbed one of her ass cheeks and pulled it to the side, revealing her soaked neither lips and puckered anus. Before she shook her ass, in an enticing manner.

Behind her, the two duplicate Nuis shared a glance, before they both had wide smiles that makes the original Nui's own. Nui's smile was almost kilowatt bright, as she had her hands on Blake's hair, wrapped around her fingers a few times.

Her eye landed on her approaching duplicates, before she gripped Blake's hair tightly and yanked her back and she thrust her pelvis forward. Blake's eyes went wide in fear, tears welling up and she gripped Nui's thighs in a futile effort.

"Hmp...mh..." Blake sounded, her air way jammed and saliva dribbling down the faint gaps of her lips and Nui's strap on. "Mhm...MRMNNN!" She screamed into the object, as both her pussy and anus were split open by two equally as sadistic Nui Duplicates.

Blake stared up at Nui, her face beat red, her eye-make up trailing down her face. Before she slowly lowered her hands to the ground and closed her eyes. Nui felt Blake slowly began to rock back and forth of her own volition, rotating her hips to accommodate both large lengths, one kissing the entrance of her womb and the other sheathed deep in her bowels.

Nui looked down as Blake rocked back and forth, before the cat Faunus looked up at her bright golden eyes and she started releasing groans of self-satisfaction. Blake was finally broken in.

A gloved hand was idly stroking Harry's member, as Neo sat in his lap, having watched the event of Blake's final moments as Blake Belladonna, and now Blake Black, the toy Cat Faunus to the Eldritch Sorcerer.

Harry groaned and leaned back in his throne, feeling Neo stoking him off. "Finally..." He muttered, before he noticed Neo looking back at him with a smile on her face. "...I think I'm ready for my second round." He admitted, getting a wider smile from the petite illusionist.

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The Next Day

Walking through the long and lanky hallways of the massive Reaper, Nui had her head lowered and was heading to her punishment. Her eye was closed as she left Blake's quarters, her hands nervously fiddling with each other.

However, she was stopped when a hand was placed around her shoulder. Her eye snapped open and she whirled around, ready for an attack. Only to see...Harry looking at her with smile.

"My oh my, one punishment and you're ready for some patricide. I'm not sure if I should be worried." Harry said whimsically.

"D-Daddy...I was just...I was heading to my punishment." Nui mumbled, her head lowered in dejection.

"Hmm..." Harry sounded, as he glanced down the hallway. "…You can do that some other time." He said casually. "We got things to do, places to be." He commented. "And I'd hate to not have my most loyal, adorable...and beautiful daughter by my side." He said in a more caring tone.

Nui slowly raised her head and looked up at him. "...Harry..." She muttered, using his actual name instead of her title for him.

"I love you Nui. Out of all the things I could've created and did create, from the Reapers to Demongo; you…are my greatest creation. But you have to understand, just as they do; I am the leader. I am the one in charge. I don't mind if you take initiative, I don't mind if you contribute helpful ideas to me cause. But going behind my back, for whatever reason...is still going behind my back." Harry stated.

Nui sniffled a bit, as she rubbed at her eye. "I...I understand, Daddy." She admitted. "I just...you have such a big toy collection, I...I don't want to be..." She trailed off.

"I love you Nui." Harry repeated, as he motioned to the area around him. "Those toys I have, Glynda, Pyrrha, Velvet, Kali...Blake. They only interest me superficially, they're attractive, they're enticing, they have skills I can use in a multitude of ways. But that's where it ends." He insisted.

Nui glanced away from him. "What about...the others?" She questioned quietly.

Harry closed his eyes and sighed. "You mean Neo, Yang, Ruby and Weiss?" He clarified, causing the girl to nod. "I...they aren't my toys, but they are mine regardless. People like me..." He trailed off with a frown. "...I don't know what Love is, I understand the concept. But...I've never been shown it. But…when I created you, when I completed you. You helped me see what it was, and i've only wanted to give it back. It feels good...it feels so good to be loved and to give it." He admitted with a wide smile. "I may like them a lot, I may even love them. But...you are the first person I've ever loved. And that will never change." He insisted, causing Nui to stare up at him with wide eye.

"Even...if..." Nui muttered, as she reached up to her covered up left eye.

Harry reached up with her and he put his hand on Nui's own, as they touched her eye-patch. "The Super-Cells I created...they have their limitations. The optical nerves are incredibly complex, Ghira ripped your eye out and crushed it. Nothing remained. Those cells can never duplicate, the Super-Cells were never meant for that. Only assimilation and evolution. If you remove an organ, you'll survive if you put it back quick enough, or if it remains in your body. The surrounding Super-Cells would repair them. But they can't spawn more. You're tough, you're a million years of human and Sidhe evolution crammed into a cute girl. You're immensely durable, you can survive in almost any condition. But...you're not immortal, if you damage your body enough. There's things even it can't recover from." He informed.

"Even so, Nui. Even with your damaged eye, you can lose your other one, your hands, your legs. But...I would still always love you." Harry stated, causing Nui to gasp faintly to herself.

"...I...believe you." Nui admitted, before she smiled up at him. "Eck, can we stop talking about all this lovey dovey stuff! I think I might throw up!" She chirped out happily.

Harry smiled and turned around and headed towards Blake's quarters. "I'm glad you're back." He admitted.

"Me too!" Nui admitted, before she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "Besides, I know you've watched me have my way with the kitty cat! It must've been hard, because I know you wished to be in her place, at me feet; forced to eat me out!" She happily said.

And like that, Harry face-palmed, his eyes and nose covered by his hand. However, underneath his hand, was his unexposed mouth; which revealed he was smiling slyly to himself. 'Trust in you to always be as deviant as ever.' He thought whimsically, acting out his irritation for Nui's blunt comment; while in the inside he found it completely and utterly amusing.

The two arrived at a metal door, which had a middle aged black haired woman. Kali looked at Harry and Nui, smiling happily as she saw them.

"Master, is she ready!?" Kali asked with excitement.

Nui poked her tongue out of her mouth and smiled. "She's obviously ready, Daddy." She answered for him.

Harry didn't add any input, there was one more thing he had to do. The metal door slit open revealing Blake, however, she wasn't bound and naked like before. She was dressed in her usual black and white attire, a black bow in her hair.

Her golden eyes landed on the three individuals, before they focused on Harry. "Hello there, my cute little kitty slave." Harry commented in a kind manner, despite the rather insulting title he gave the girl.

Blake stared at him, her mouth opening slightly. "D...d..Dad..." She mumbled out, her face flushing in embarrassment.

"Oh Blake, I'm so proud of you!" Kali happily said, proud her little girl was submitting to their new master.

Blake looked away from her mother, her eyes flickering towards Nui. The blonde girl was giving Blake a glare with her single eye; having not yet proven herself loyal to Harry.

Harry took a step towards Blake, causing the cat Faunus to shrink back, pressing her back against the metal wall behind her. He inhaled, as the rings on his fingers gave off a faint glow, and then he exhaled some wispy emerald green mist.

Magic was a very powerful tool, it reacted and acted according to the will of the user and the emotions of those it was wielded by. It can be formed from passions, despair, love, or lust and everything in between. The thing about Magic, Harry's people forgot was it wasn't limited to spells, you can literally do almost anything with Magic with enough will, emotion, and imagination.

Blake watched as Harry reached out and run his fingers through the emerald green mist. Said mist encroached along his fingers, forming tendril wisps energy.

"I'm giving you one chance, Blake. Only one...will you stay or will you go, run far away?" Harry asked in a far off voice.

Blake stared forward, as Harry began to slowly walk around her, as he dragged his hand along her shoulder. He whistled faintly, causing the emerald wisps of energy to coil around her shoulders, up her neck, her ears and her temples. "The choice is yours it's yes or no. Voices whisper in your ear..." Harry sung lightly, causing the wisps of energy to radiate magic. "...There sis nothing in this world to fear." He whispered quietly into Blake's ear.

The cat Faunus was frozen, feeling Harry continue to walk around her. "So, will you stay or will you do? The choice is yours it's yes or no." He continued, as he walked in front of her, dragging his hand along Blake's chest, idly groping her breasts.

"Rise and take flight, darling. Let's soar high. For the first time in forever, you're alive! Don't you forget that. It's because of me. So rise and take flight, darling. It's your time...Smile and wipe away your tears." Harry sung in a low voice, as the emerald green wisps of magic began to seep into Blake's broken mind.

A magical, organic form of the Reaper Indoctrination taking affect. With Blake in such a broken and depraved state, all Harry had to do was...seal the deal.

"Cruel and wicked life. How it hurts you deep inside. Cold and vicious life, how you wish to make it right..." Harry continued, riding his magic along the sounds he created, channeling and guided them straight to Blake's brain. While the magical energy he was physically channeling into Blake, was seeping into her nervous system. "Eden is waiting for you beyond it all." He added.

"Will you stand and fight, for the war has just begun. And no there's nowhere left to run. Here's your chance, take it in your hands. Will you stay or will you go? This choice is yours." Harry sung, causing Blake to slowly rock from side to side, her eyes lulling shut, as the green energy seeped deep into her body. A few wisps forming a circular shape around her head, radiating a bright light.

"You have grown, you have strived...and for the first time in forever, you're alive! Now the power is in your hand to chose. A floral crown is waiting for you, my dear. So smile and wipe away all your tears!" Harry finished, as the bright ring of emerald energy wisps around Blake's head sunk deep into her.

Blake's eyes snapped open, her golden eyes flashing a bright emerald green for a moment, before dulling to a cool pink and then returning to her usual colored eyes. Harry reached forward and pushed Blake back, pushing her against the wall.

"Who is your Daddy?" Harry asked.

"You are." Blake almost instantly answered.

"Including everyone who isn't just in this room, who is your Daddy?" He questioned.

"You are!" Blake responded, a smile forming on her face.

"Disregarding that, out of anyone who could possible be your daddy, who would it be?" Harry continued.

"You are! You are my daddy!" She answered with enthusiasm.

"Hmm...Blake Belladonna, raise your hands up." Harry ordered, using the name Nui provided for the contract.

Blake didn't instantly react, she gave him a curious glance, before she slowly raised her hands. Harry observed the reaction and slowly, a smirk formed on his face.

Her name didn't work anymore when it came to enforcing control, which meant only one thing. A person's name, a person's true name, by knowing it a Sorcerer can create a magical link. Knowing someone's name isn't good enough, you have to know how to say it as well. Wizards, Sorcerers and all sorts of magical practitioners collect names of creatures, spirits, people; giving gateways and links to controlling them.

What was unique about names was, most of the time; they usually work in gaining control of someone. But, if the person in question was mortal, their true name can change over time. Due to how that person perceived themselves.

In a sense, The Blake Belladonna that gave Nui her name, saw herself as a noble Faunus, fighting the good fight, living to die for her brother and sister Faunus. Self-righteous, Stubborn, with a hero complex. But now, Blake Belladonna that stands before Harry, is a completely different person compared to before, her beliefs were Harry's own, her ideals were his, his body, mind and soul, were his. She was his slut, cocksleeve, personal relief, toy; whatever was required of her.

That name Nui provided, would never work anymore, that Blake was destroyed. Harry smiled as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Blake's own.

Blake's eyes wide wide for a moment, before she closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. She raised her arms up and wrapped them around the back of Harry's neck, as she pressed her body up against his, while she raised one leg and lightly wrapped it around his own legs.

After a moment, Harry pulled back from the kiss, his eyes focused on the cat Faunus. "Now, isn't this a much better way of living?" He asked quietly.

Blake stared up at him. "...Yes, Daddy." She admitted, causing his smile to widen further.


Yay, that parts done with...phew.I don't have anything cute to say about one aspect of the chapter, so see ya.