Lord of Destruction

Disclaimer; As I have stated in every chapter previous to this, I do NOT own Diablo or Harry Potter since they are owned by their respective owners, Blizzard Entertainment for the game Diablo and Harry Potter owned by J.K. Rowling, something which should be common knowledge to everyone who has ever read this book.

The Morality of Evil

The first thing that he noticed was the way that he was in a comfortable position, the couch he lay on was soft and provided a good sleeping place. He rubbed some of the sleepiness out of his eyes and decided that he would need to work out a little bit, get some grip back on his life. For the entire time there had been Dumbledore and James Potter leading him through the castle on some foolish quest that annoyed him to no end, so his temper had been on a rather short fuse.

He could remember the exotic looking girl that he had been engaged to thanks to his father's inherent stupidity, the events that had followed angered him just thinking about it. Every time something displeased him he would plot against his enemies, intent on killing them in the most creative ways possible. Even when he was still Infusco Necrotis, the Dark General he was able to do some things that would be considered insane and still pull through. He looked at the surroundings, noticing that he was on a couch, and apparently had been sleeping there for some time. He wanted to get a shower since he didn't really like sleeping in his clothes, since they usually had the scent of blood on them. The only thing that could get the smell away was a good hot shower; something which his sleepy mind processed and gave him a solution.

(Shower… now…)

He got up from the couch towards the doors, drinking in the room that was still foreign to him. He looked at a door and walked towards it, opening it and peering inside. He saw a bed, clothes strewn around it. He deduced that this was Jaina's room and left the room alone. A headache welled up and he knew that either he had used too much magic or that there was something that his body needed.

He stumbled towards the room where he either hoped to find the shower or find a bed to sleep on. His entire body was tired and he wanted to sleep or get a shower and then sleep. He stumbled towards another door, not really listening to any of the sounds that were coming from it, his mind driven by one single intent; get a shower (or whatever there was available), wash and go to bed or just go to bed and worry about other things later.

She was lying in the bath, soaking in waters that soothed her body. She currently had scented bath water and she could smell the orchids all around her, giving her the impression that she was back once again in the jungle setting of the Zann Esu. She snapped to attention as she heard the door opening and her eyes landed upon the sight of Harry James Potter walking inside the bathroom, looking as sleepy as ever. She looked as he stripped, not making a sound as she saw the clothes come off.

Harry's fogged brain didn't register her existence at the moment.

(Smells nice…) He thought and began to undress, slowly taking his clothes off. He threw them to the floor, wanting to just get rid of them, feeling heavy and slowly wanting to wake up. Once the last article of clothing fell to the floor did he notice the bath and stumbled inside, oblivious to the girl inside the waters already.

The feel that Harry was giving off was of a very sleepy person and she could reason with that as his reactions were off due to sleepiness.

(He must be half asleep, trying to get a bath before getting in bed. Couches aren't exactly the most comfortable things to sleep on. Nice abs… wow…)

The girl's attention was drawn to a certain appendage that Harry had which disappeared beneath the water of the rather large bath as he sank into the waters.

The feeling of the warm water shook him from the disorienting feeling within his mind and he opened his eyes for the first time, really taking in and processing what was happening. He saw Jaina looking at him, her breasts not really covered by anything except water and he grinned and said.

"How did I land in this position with you, Miss Sorceress?"

An amused smirk made its way to her face, playfulness appearing on it and she said.

"Didn't you remember that I said that I would make you feel really good? Well I let you in the bath with the hopes that you would be able to put that huge thing that you possess to good use…"

She gave a pointed look at him and a smile made its way to his lips too. He could see himself being made fun of, even though it was in a weird way. She had no intention of doing it in the bath as he deducted it from her mind.

She looked at him and he said. "You'd like that don't you? Of course I'd be happy to put it to use like any other normal hotblooded young man, but now isn't the time… although I would have to admit that it would be pretty high on the scoring list if you got caught making out with a hot girl in a hot bath…"

He'd sensed someone approaching the rooms and had immediately switched over to high alert mode in his mind.

She noticed he had a tattoo and she felt the urge to reach out and touch it to make sure that it was there. It was a tattoo which depicted a huge black dragon, the scales being perfectly inked on and made it look like it would strike at any time.

James Potter stood outside the room that his son and his fiancé shared. He hoped that he didn't choose an inappropriate time to go check on him, since the boy had missed the ritual which linked the order members loyal to the Light to Eddie but he knew that it was because Harry could not yet be trusted.

The amount of dark magic within his body was simply too much of a risk to allow. The scanner had indicated that the magical percentage of his body which had turned dark was at least over half of it, but it couldn't establish a good result due there being some sort of interference, likely because the thing was getting a bit old according to Dumbledore.

His sons and daughters and his lovely wife were clustered around him, the password having been given by Dumbledore who had graciously allowed the Potter children to go and see their brother. Jezebel had been a little bit uncomfortable around Eddie and had even gone as far as to inch away from him when she saw him but James figured that was because she was still a bit upset at how Eddie had acted. Surely she wouldn't have some sort of affair with your elder brother… it would be totally against all the morals she had been given while growing up.

She had after all been raised by him, James Potter and was obedient to him to a certain extent. She never showed much rebellion within her and that pleased James Potter. He spoke the password to the portrait which swung open. He could vaguely distinguish some small amount of pride at Eddie for managing to do such an advanced ritual as he shared some of his Essence, the essence of Heaven with the family and the Order members.

Dumbledore had been granted an ethereal power, something which would make the darkest of foes cringe backwards if they saw the old man. James himself had been endowed with a small force of the angelic power that his son also wielded, making sure that he would be able to defend himself in the next Great War.

The power that Lily had received was one that was the most pure, her being Eddie's mother and also a pure bein. She hadn't ever fired a single bit of dark magic at an enemy, staying with the Light within every battle she'd been in. She had only participated in one battle and that had been one where she had supplied most of the defensive charms. Her wings were of the purest white, no spark of darkness to be seen, yet somehow managed to come across as something which could easily become corrupted. The Arch Angel Tyrael had come once the ritual was complete and had told them what gifts had been bestowed upon each of them. Lily had been one of the purest and thus had gained pure wings, but they could become tainted if she were exposed to the feelings of malicious intent that would corrupt her entire being. Normal thoughts of anger at the Dark Side weren't enough to turn her, only if she were thinking of taking malicious actions against someone or committing some major sin, they would slowly begin to turn darker and darker until every bit of the wings had turned a black colour, making her corruption be complete and making her into something which would fervently oppose Eddie, something which James knew would break his son's heart.

He stepped inside the room, taking note that on the couch there was small amount of ripples, like someone had lain there and had gone away only minutes before.

Harry looked at her, a small amount of satisfaction at his face and he said. "Let me wash up a bit and then I'll go and give you a very good time… I'm sure your body would like to have a very interesting time when I will run my hands all over it, taking a hold of your lovely breasts and massage them…"

She was still looking sat the tattoo and his words registered to her and she looked up from the tattoo and said.

"Of course… why don't you let me scrub your back? I'm sure that it would be a hard spot to reach… and then it's straight to bed for you… I don't like it if an opponent is sleepy when I face them…"

She grinned and began to wash him, her hands sliding over his muscles, even though a rather visible reaction appeared in the form of blood rushing somewhere. He was totally at ease though as he let the female wash his body, taking notice that she seemed to stare at him more throughout the time that she was washing him.

She took a notice of his erection and grinned... She liked it when he showed a physical reaction to her. His power was just so intoxicating in its darkness that she had been lost within it the first time she had actually seen it. The small bolt of fire and the following explosion had made her aware of his dark powers, which seemed to be as powerful as the head Sorceress which had led the Zann Esu at the time of her leaving. He was literally exuding magic on a subconscious level, the darkened aura around him making her taste it on the tip of her tongue, making her become filled with the sweet smell of the dark magic that he had practised or was still practising.

"Then teach me the first lesson in Dark Magic, My Master… I am not such a Demon Hunter like my sisters… they are blindly devoted to hunting Demons while I can search their aid and when they prove hostile, destroy them… they power you have is intoxicating me, wanting me to partake in the dark ways of you, wanting me to be a slave to such addicting power…"

She spoke with a feverish tone, like she'd been entranced by his power. He could feel his power beginning to snap out, lashing her mind with its addictive strands and in a moment of insight he knew that she should be swayed to his side and he could use her power with the Ice and the Fire and the Lightning to form a powerful offensive along with his Demons.

The Lord of Destruction looked at the girl and he gently took a hold of her head and said.

"As you have asked, I shall train you in the Dark Demon Magic…" His voice was deeper now and he rose from the water, Harry looked at her and said. "Be prepared to meet my brother… and bring some fire with you for he needs to be taught a lesson."

He stepped out of the bath, and over his clothes and walked through the door, leaving the girl within the bath, looking at her fiancé who would teach her dark magic of the Demonic sort.

He stepped into the room, taking a very careful time to hold his aura of dread and darkness and decay within his body and didn't want even a bare flicker to show. He looked as his father stood with his back turned towards him, addressing his brother…"I know you don't like your older brother Eddie, but please give Harry a chance. He might have practised some serious Dark Magic but he still stands with the Light."

"In that assumption you are wrong, father… I never was of the Light, having been hidden away within the darkness ever since you sent me to live with those creatures… you should be glad that I swore off hunting you for leaving me there four years ago since I didn't think you'd be found alive…"

Harry said, and the man turned towards his eldest son, also garnering the rest of the family to look at Harry who still stood there, naked as the day he was born.

The women of the family blushed beet red as they saw the well curved body of their son, brother and member of the family. The tattoo only enhanced his handsomeness to them as it seemed to give Harry a bad boy look, something which the Potter women found attractive…

Lily could feel herself heating up at the sight of Harry's naked body and she fought to keep down the raging blush, but failed miserably. Her cheeks coloured as she took in every bit of his body, the dragon only making him look better then James in her eyes. She knew that it was so wrong to think like this but lately her husband had not been very attentive to her, not even giving her anything anymore out of love, but just to try and keep her happy. She could feel that his attention was solely focused on Eddie now and she felt left out. She was his wife and while she loved Eddie as much as she possibly could, she could not help but feel an attraction to her eldest son, which she had given birth to only eighteen years ago and his looks made him gain more love as it showed that he looked better under those clothes that he wore. She could see some water still on his body, evidence that he had been in a bath only moments ago.

"You bastard! How dare you talk to dad like that? I ought to teach you a lesson."

Eddie had jumped forwards once again, his wings flaring out in his back, making Harry take a step backwards as the wave of pure good feelings washed over him and made him feel ill.

Harry stance faltered for a bit as he felt the wave of goodness come out from his brother and he looked at the smaller teenager and said.

"You think those glorified pidgein wings impress me?"

Eddie was angry at Harry for making fun of his father, not really having heard all that much about his eldest brother unless it was about him not being found or if his father was angry at him with the blatant disrespect that Harry treated him with. It wasn't shown in his words, but more in his deeds. While he could keep up a formal front, the hidden looks of anger that Harry sent at their father made Eddie's blood boil and he began to prepare his angelic powers to deal a final strike against his brother, hoping that Harry was the Lord of Destruction so the Light would triumph over the evil Forces from Hell…

Harry could feel the power building in Eddie and grinned. He looked at the one he had to call brother and said.

"Are you really going to strike down your own brother, Edward? Are you going to kill me just because you think that I insulted father?"

Eddie looked at his brother and said. "Your fate has already been decided, brother of mine. For one such as you, there can only be one fate: Death… For having an alliance with the Lord of Destruction, you are hereby sentenced to purification and following that Death by your magic being forcefully ripped from your being as it is Dark and your soul shall be set free to be reborn. DIVINE JUSTICE!"

Eddie's voice had gained an ethereal sound to it as he had spoken and light had been collecting around his wrists and before anybody could act on it, it had shot out and had hit Harry straight in the chest…

The light had blinded him before it hit and Harry was powerless to prevent it from hitting him.

Will this be my end, the end for the Lord of Destruction?

I know that I'm mean to leave it at this but I want to see some reviews! 20 should suffice for me to get motivated to write a new chapter for this…

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