Lord of Destruction
Disclaimer; I don't own anything of Harry potter of Diuablo 2. I'm just using the things that happen in both series to form my own twisted realm of chaotic insanity.
I hope that you are all liking this since I'm making an effort to finish this story. It's going to have a few more chapters… that I can assure you people. And as for someone's complaint about having overpowered Harry a little bit too much I'm writing a solution against that which will be introduced in this chapter.
Angelic
He looked at the walls of his rooms and he felt how his mother was nestled against his. He looked at the delicate carvings that adorned the walls and then he looked at his mother who looked so heavenly, lying against him without a single care in the world. He was the Lord of Destruction and she seemed to be indifferent to it. He still was a little bit perturbed that Andariel seemed to have made Bellatrix into one of her own kind, a pain loving Succubus but he found that he couldn't stay angry with the demoness for long
She had after all trained Bellatrix to become as good as she was and that was always a good thing in his eyes. He looked at the woman whose red hair was lying on the pillow that his hair was also occupying. His hair wasn't long but it at least made it look like it was a black shadow being cast over the pillow. He wondered how his mother seemed to be able to make her hair look like a river of molten copper and vibrant redness at the same time. He could practically feel the power within his body want to reach out and embrace her body. Moulding into a vision of perfection, only to make her his. He knew that those feelings weren't appropriate for a son to think that way about his mother but he couldn't help himself.
He noticed that his normal reaction in the morning was apparent once again and he just hoped that she wouldn't notice it. It was embarrassing as it was at the moment and he didn't need an inquisitive mother on his case why exactly he was having that problem in the morning.
She could feel her eyes slightly burning as she woke up to feel something poking her in her side. She looked up and saw a familiar face looking at her. The black hair and structure of the face was a dead giveaway that this was her husband. She still felt the thing press into her side and a sly smile slipped onto her face.
"James, you want to have some fun?"
She giggled and her hand slid over the thing that was poking her in her side. She watched how his muscles tensed. She could feel soft fabric beneath her hand. She was about to just take it out when a hand closed itself around her wrist.
"WE shouldn't do this."
The voice was familiar to her and it took a few moments to look closely at the person who had spoken but when the face became clear and she saw the red eyes looking at her with shock in them.
He really hadn't expected her to do that. It was bad enough that she thought he was James but then tries and do that to him made him immediately halt her advances. She looked at him and he realised that she must have been doing that because she must have thought he was James and she wanted to please her husband. Why the hell she would do that was a mystery. He was snapped from his musings as she spoke.
"Sorry Harry I didn't mean to do that… I thought you were James, you two look so much alike that I was confused for a moment."
She felt her cheeks burning and she looked at his face which was a cool mask of indifference. She could feel the power that was within him now and she could feel goosebumps forming on her skin and she decided that either he was irritated or just as embarrassed as she was.
While Harry and lily were contemplating their next action, something else was brewing in the potter mansion. A bright blinding light erupted from a room where several things were standing within a circle. A man wielding golden armour stepped out from the circle and said.
"Who has summoned me, Tyrael, Champion of the High Heavens."
The Angelic visitor looked at the old man and Dumbledore bowed before him and Tyrael spoke once again.
"Albus Dumbledore, you have come here to ask for assistance of the Heavens to fight against the mortal whose name is Tom Marvolo Riddle? Then consider your plea granted."
The Angel looked at the old man whose face betrayed his surprise that the Angelic entity would actually consider and grant his plea for assistance.
"But great one, what kind of help are you willing to grant us, lowly mortals?"
Behind the hood, Tyrael smiled and said with that ethereal voice of his.
"The Father has seen the deeds you have done Albus and has deemed the Leader of the Chosen ones, worthy of His Grace. He shall receive power equal to mine, to fight against the one called Tom Marvolo Riddle. The only requirement is that he must fight against whatever Father deigns him worthy to fight against, be it Demon or Human."
With that the Angel's wing's, made from strands of light surrounded him and a sword appeared in Tyrael's hands.
"Here is the finest creation from Father's forges. This sword is Azurewrath, a sword meant to battle the Prime Evils and destroy them. Let your Chosen One wield it after he is granted the power of the Heavens."
He felt no remorse about having the holy sword fall into the hands of the blessed one because he knew that the Sin War would finally end by the hands of a Scion of the Light.
Albus was giddy with excitement at that knowledge that Edward would be empowered with the power of Heaven itself. He felt years younger then he had felt before and he asked the Angel to remain there while he fetched the Chosen One.
Eddie was busy concocting the next prank he was going to do upon that greasy bat Snape as he heard the doors slam open behind him and then he turned around to see Uncle Albus come towards him with a look of happiness on his face.
"Come with me, Edward. I want you to meet someone who is going to help you with your power."
Eddie went with the Headmaster to a room where a magnificent man stood within a circle of some kind with different things scattered all over the circle. He could feel the power that was coming from the man and he heard and ethereally beautiful voice speak.
"Is this the one that has been Chosen, Albus?"
He could see Uncle Albus nod and then the man turned to him and said. "Don't be afraid young one. This will only benefit you in your fight against the Dark One."
With that the Archangel began to chant in the holy language that only those of Heaven could speak. The language was ancient and seemed to flow like a river throughout the entire room.
Eddie could feel the language seeping into his bones and body as he suddenly felt like he was being chosen to accept this power. He could feel the power within him and he felt it fill his being as he knew that he would be able to destroy the Dark Lord with this power. He could feel the liquid power being poured into his veins and he felt the crystal hum with the same power as it began to fill his body.
Schwarz his eyes went wide as he began to convulse in his bed, shocking Lily. A ragged scream came from his mouth as he felt like his body was being torn apart and he felt his skin ablaze, like heavenly fire was consuming it. He felt the power of the High Heavens flow through him, like a link had been made with his body and made him feel this way. The power was even worse then the transformation into the Lord of Destruction. He began to shriek in agony as he felt like his skin melting off.
The power began to surround him like an aura and he felt at peace and knew that he could defeat the Dark Lord with ease. He saw two angelic wings come out of his back and he saw their light shine upon the room and he looked at his uncle and he felt like a trace of Darkness was banished.
Harry felt like he was in agony. He had just cast off the name of Schwarz Blut as his features became twisted. He grit his teeth together and he felt his skin changing. It felt like it was melting off and he could feel the power that was now flowing through him.
(What is happening to me! I cannot die like this. This bond must be cut!)
The deep demonic voice echoed through his being and he felt the power of the great Lord of Destruction break free from the restraints and engulf him. He could feel spikes ripping through his flesh as he began to transform into something greater. The blood began to pour from the wounds but he was barely conscious. He felt like his body was beginning to fade away and he felt like Heaven has come to get him. The screech he gave deafened most beings in the immediate vicinity for a few hours.
He felt the power within him break free at the accelerated rate that his body couldn't handle and another screech came forth from his lips. Blood came out of his mouth and the link he felt was broken forcibly. He felt the power within him break so many ties that he had to his humanity that he literally became the Lord of Destruction.
(No I cannot let myself be turned into this beast of Destruction! I must fight to reclaim my human feelings. All my foes shall fall in my wake and I shall show them no compassion. Only those worthy of my love shall receive it. And those worthy of my lust shall feel it.)
He began to feel some feeling slip back into his body and he just let himself drop to the floor. He was exhausted with the overflow of power that was flowing within him. He didn't know why but he felt that there was someone with power equal to his roaming the earth, no doubt in search of him to destroy him.
He looked around to see that several walls had been shattered by the yell and he looked around to see Lily passed out with blood pouring from her ears. He took a closer look around and saw that most of the Dark Elves got bleeding ears. He just sighed and cast a massive healing spell for the Dark Elves and then a concentrated one on his mother.
He sighed as he looked at her unconscious form and then looked around to see a mirror which lay in thousands and thousands of shards of glass scattered on the floor. He grimaced and repaired the mirror with a quick reparo.
His body shocked him a little bit. Spikes don't usually come out of those places where they were now coming from. It looked like he were some demon hell-bent on destroying the world… oh wait he was one and damn vicious at that.
He looked at his reflection one last time before he willed it all to disappear. He looked at himself and saw that everything was human once again, then reminded himself that he would need to bring back his mother to Grimmauld Place.
He just gently scooped her in his arms and then he was gone as he stepped into a shadow with his quarry. He looked around in the shadows and felt the woman in his arms stir a little bit. He stepped out of the shadows and then looked at his father and he felt resentment go through him. How dared that man try to make his mother's life messed up by not giving her sex? Even though he had a few kids she should at least get some every month at least. That would be needed to keep the relation alive.
He tapped his father on the arm and then slunk back into the shadows and watched how the man turned around., confused as to who had tapped him on the shoulder. Harry stepped from a shadow behind James and then grabbed his arm and placed it behind his back, letting go of Lily for a moment and then he twisted the arm, making his father scream in pain.
"Do you promise not to forget about mother, James?"
His voice was icy and seemed devoid of life. James felt the pain of his twisted arm and knew that his son was standing behind him.
"I won't forget, Harry. Please let go of my arm…"
Harry let go of his father's arm and then grabbed the still sleepy Lily and deposited her into James his arms. James almost fell on his arse as the weight of his wife was placed into his arms and Harry just scowled and then said.
"Put her into bed. She was with me, meeting some of my friends."
Lily just mumbled something about having a nice day and said good night to Harry. Apparently the shock of having her eardrums burst had made her sleepy and he hoped that she would just sleep it off.
The door burst open and a beaming Albus stepped into the room, startling the order members and Harry immediately trained his wand upon the old man and he looked on as the person he seemed to be encountering a lot stepped in behind Dumbledore with an air of royalty seeming hanging around him.
Eddie Potter was led to the middle of a circle that had been formed by the Order members and Albus spoke up with excitement in his voice.
"The Archangel Tyrael has granted young mister Potter here the power of the Heavens so he may destroy the Dark Lord."
He stepped aside revealing Eddie who let his wings flare out to their magnificent light.
Harry felt sick… the feeling of nausea flooded his senses as he looked at those pristine light wings and he felt a dark surge of insane hatred flood his senses. His brother would die by his hand, the brother who had chosen the Light instead of the Dark.
Sybil Trelawney, still within the room looked at the pristine angel wings of Edward and she began to prophesize:
One brother for the Light, With wings pristine and pure
Shall fight against the Brother of Darkness, whose wings are black and withered
Their fight shall be the end of the Sin War, the war between the High Heavens and the Pits of Hell
Brother of Light, don't hesitate to slay thy brother
Brother of Darkness, Hesitate with thy fate, to fight the darkness within
Chosen one of Darkness, thy word and actions shall decide the fate of this world, thy ancient soul will yearn for the drums of war to sound once again.
Blood shall flow from thy blade and thy minions shall pour forth from the gates of Hell
Chosen One of Light, your brother shall be one of the Forsaken ones, not redeemable in any way
Slay him, and cleanse this world from the Lord of Destruction, the last of the Prime Evils
Together the brothers shall do battle, to fight for their side
Heaven and Hell will be waging battle in the world of mortal men and a Prophecy is negated
The Saviour has Fallen and the Lord of Destruction has Risen, from the ashes of the Dark One
With that she slumped to the floor, exhausted by the channelling of the Prophecy.
Harry's eyes narrowed and he turned around. His cloak swirled in a Snape-ish fashion as he apparated out, content with knowing the Prophecy while the Order was in turmoil at the prophecy.
A prophecy is made and the brothers will do battle! Eventually…
In the Next Chapter: a confrontation between siblings, a meeting between the Lord of Destruction and the Dark Lord.
Merry Christmas