Lord of Destruction
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The vision
Harry could feel he was sometime else, a time in which the final battle would be decided. He looked around to see two sides locked in combat, a huge battle going on with him standing to watch as hordes of Demons and Angels clashed in a grand melee, with two main forces fighting for the control of the world. He watched as three huge Demons went out to war, combining their strength and sending bolts of ice, fire, blood, whatever they could do at the Angelic warriors, watching as they died by the attacks. There were 12 Angels fighting against the three of them, all equally matched. Harry watched as the three Demons fought four angels at a time their minions dying all around them, as they drew breaths which fouled the lands.
Harry was watching the scene, when the demons seemed to take the upper hand, a dark voice within him telling him to join the fight and fight for the darkness to take over, him being as strong as the Lord of Destruction. Harry knew he couldn't fight, just observe what happened in the Sin War. He watched how Demon slew angel and how angel slew Demon. He watched how the three Prime evils were betrayed by their lieutenants, a grim smile on his face.
With a small tingle on the skin, he would find himself somewhere else. He saw the clash of humans against the Lord of Destruction, could feel then hearts of the brave men beating as they watched people being flung away by the malevolent power of the Lord of Destruction, the Prime Evil conjuring up storms of flies to kill his enemies. He looked on as the Lord was captured by mages who had made sure that the Demon's power was bound by a holy stone, then imprisoned him into a soulstone, driving it into Tal Rasha's chest, then watched as the man was bound to a huge pillar, watching how the man was turned into a living corpse with every moment and year that the man remained in the tomb, the Lord of Destruction corrupting him through the soul stone until nothing of Tal Rasha remained. He looked on as the madness of the one who was called the Lord of Destruction raged through the corpse its mind before it finally succumbed.
He also watched how Bill Weasley pulled the soul stone from the chest of the corpse without being influenced by it, and a small smile cracked on his face. It wouldn't have been good for Bill to have that stone within him, it would have made the man turn into something which couldn't be easily detained.
He watched still as the soul stone was driven into his chest, then watched the transformation occur, including his last battles, seeing how Voldemort had made a strategic retreat. He looked as Dumbledore obliviated him, making his anger surge, to be felt outside of the world.
James watched as a huge pulse of magic began to surge outwards from Harry's body, the boy having collapsed while trying to say something., probably taken over by a vision. The surge of magic was dreadful and dark to its core, the dread washing all emotion from James his face. Harry's vision wasn't a good one, he presumed since Seers usually tended to give off a vibe which was linked to the vision they had.
Dumbledore levitated Harry onto a bed conjured up by the old man as Harry seemingly had a bad vision as he trashed.
Harry watched how the events would likely unfold as he could see himself talking to James at a tone which didn't make him a Light supporter. He watched how Edward seemed to have gained enough courage to make him out to be a Death Eater, and how Edward was hurt for that remark by receiving a kick to the crotch by Jezebel.
"Look at him, the filthy little Death Eater. He's only faking it, why don't you throw him into Azkaban for being the Dark General?" Eddie's comment came at the wrong time, and Jezebel took offence to that. "Don't talk about your older brother like that Eddie! He's experiencing a vision and all you can do is insult him!" Eddie looked at his sister, a sneer forming on his face as he looked at her and said; "He's nothing but a good for nothing Death Eater, with him being in servitude to the Dark nation's leaders. You are going dark too, taking his side on this!" Jezebel looked at Eddie with a frosty look on her face and then reared back her leg, then kicked him with all her might straight into the balls, making a dull thud when the foot connected.
Eddie looked at his sister, whose foot was currently still within his private parts, then gave a small high pitched sound, and keeled over. Jezebel looked at him and then said; "Don't try to mock Harry, Eddie, because he's a lot nicer to me then you have ever been. He at least makes sure that I get a nice gift from him whenever he comes back from wherever he's off to. Last time he gave me a blood stone for a gift, saying that it was from a vampire he had dusted as a mission from his superiors. You are a little prick instead, trying to enforce your will on others to make sure they do as you want them to do. I'd choose Harry over you any time of the time I am alive." For good measure, she nudged him on his back, then grabbed his legs and parted them, and then put her foot down on his crotch, making another wail of pain come form his mouth. A twisted grin was on her face, just like Harry's grin when he was feeling particularly malicious. It definitively runs in the family. Was the thought which went through the Order's mind, looking at the girl who had begun to ground her foot into Edwards crotch, delighting in the screams of pain from her younger brother.
James looked to see Jezebel with her foot crushing Edwards private bits, then said: "JEZEBEL POTTER, STOP DOING THAT THIS INSTANT YOUNG LADY!" the man clearly was either going insane or was having some sort of fit and somehow he had been able to make himself look like ht perfect epitome of the Light, who despised justice, but had vowed to uphold it…
Harry watched as a battle began, two creatures locked in a struggle for survival. Pone was decked in golden armour, looking regal and imposing, a hood shrouding its face as light giving wings stretched on the one's back, immediately he drew the conclusion that this must be his little brother's full angelic form. He watched as the figure was being held in a strange grip by the other figure, and saw the leathery wings stretch out behind the other figure, this a clear sign that this must be him in future. The blood red eyes and pale skin were a clear indication that the battle was serious. "YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT ME, LITTLE BROTHER! I SHALL RULE THIS WORD AND HEAVEN ALL NBY MYSELF WHILE YOUR CORPSE IS RTOTTING ON THIS SOIL!"
The future self of him threw Edwards future self to the ground, a small bit of angelic blood being drawn by large claws which adorned his hands. He could feel that the power contained within both forms was enough., the battle beginning to rage on and on as the two collided into the sky, while the battle between the humans raged on below. The Light side was fortified with Angels and wizards alike, while the Dark Side held Death Eaters and other Dark Creatures, with the aid of the Demons themselves. The two sides clashed for dominance of the ground, while their Lords battled on both sky and land. Harry could see that Edward was currently gaining and edge over him, making him get hit by a sword of light, allowing a pained shriek to come form his mouth, the sound being somewhat horrible to hear as he cringed and watched how Edward stuck a sword between his ribs. He watched as his future self had been too overconfident in his moves, forcing that confidence to be his downfall. I shall not make that mistake. I shall hit him where it hurts most, and then some. I shall make him experience pain beyond anything that his little mind can handle;.
He watched how the Demons were driven back, a unholy light spreading from his future self's body, and how Edward did some sort of ritual which would shatter his soul in a thousand of fragments, to be cleansed by some sort of holy light., leaving nothing of Harry James Potter on this world. He could see the Light Side's world, one where peace reigned, Edward sitting on a throne made from the purest materials from heaven, the throne being on Earth, him being chosen as God after the defeat of Hell.
His blood seethed at the vision, then another vision overtook him, of a possible other outcome.
The battle was still raging on as humanity's last defenders fought against the hordes of Demons which poured from the portals to Hell which Harry had erected only days after naming himself as the Lord of Destruction. Angels came to help them, and Harry watched how a male angel was grabbed by the wings and then watched how the wings were slowly torn off while succubae tried to tempt him to fall from Heaven. The angel's anguished screams weren't heard over the clatter of weapons as the two sides, of Heaven and Hell clashed, while the two brothers did battle., the older one seemingly defeated by the younger, until the Lord of Destruction grinned and then began to create a field of energy around them. "Did you know that mother loves me, little Edward? We are going to marry soon, and I'll be your new father…"
The figure with the light wings looked at Harry with rage within his eyes and said; "you lie! Mother would never love such a creature like you!" Harry grinned as Eddie began to charge a strike with that sword of his, and began to summon a shield of Darkness in front of him, just collecting the fallen souls of Demons and Angels alike. Their blades clashed, the light sword cleaving through the darkness like a hot knife through butter. He looked at the opponent, his younger brother and then with a small hand motion, a ball of fire was within his hand and said: "Let's see how long you can hold on while your sword is ablaze, Edward." With that he set his blade on fire, the hellish fire beginning to traverse the blade and leapt onto Edward's blade which was connected to it. He watched how Edward looked at him with defiance, and then hacked thrice before dropping the blade due to the infernal heart.
Harry looked at the battle as he saw his future self cleave Edwards head off, and then let out a roar of pure maddened fury, which seemed to demoralise the Heavenly side, with the angels crying for the loss of their champion, and almost losing the will to fight adequately. He watched as his future self joined the fray, slinging demons away form him in a maddened way of pure bloodlust. He watched as the blood began to rain as the blade with the hellfire on it cleft a path through the ranks of the enemy, frightened shrieks permeating the air. He watched as the battle turned into a one-sided one, with the forces of the light being ultimately decimated by the Lord of Destruction, whose powers were now optimised, and the skies began to rain fire, killing whoever was in the path of those balls of fire, be they enemy or friendly. He watched how the Lord of Destruction raged on and on until he was eventually halted by a strange device wielded by Dumbledore and a few trusted ones. He watched as a pillar of Light appeared and bound his form to it, then watched as Dumbledore got out a soul stone and then jammed it straight into his head, absorbing the soul within.
He opened his eyes to look at the Order members and gasped for breath, the horrifying visions still making him feel slightly sick. "That was horrible." He spoke in a soft tone, almost unheard. He watched as Dumbledore came to him and said: "What did you see Harry?"
"I saw the complete annihilation of the Lord of Destruction. Through one he may be saved, lest he be made into the pawn. The King shall fall, until the pawn can take its place, becoming the Lord. Ultimate sin, of flesh and blood mingling, love forbidden, making Hell wait its stead. Fallen angel, do not rejoice for your choice, your son shall help you, the end close to the charade. Spread your darkened wings and cause death and plague wherever you go, hidden one…" he was now muttering that at a feverish pace, not knowing why he was speaking them, but feeling that it had something to do with lily and him, the Ultimate sin probably being the consummation of their relationship. The act of that relationship would probably be a declaration of love for him by Lily, because he had done so just an hour or something like that ago. Then there probably would be sex, something which could be described as the ultimate sin of forbidden love/lust and then there would be a fallen angel, which could be his mother, but he didn't know that for sure. He didn't see any wings…
"Ultimate sin? What do you mean Harry?" he looked up, his voice speaking before he willed it. "SHE will decide the final battle. She, the Fallen Angel shall decide the fate of the Lord of light and the Lord of Destruction. Loved by both of them, her decision plays the largest role in the survival of this world. Should she pick the Lord of Destruction, all will be lost. Should she pick his brother, then the world will be saved, and the Lord of Destruction be weakened, until struck down…" Harry's eyes rolled into the back of his head, something which didn't look pleasant at all and a visible aura of magic began to spring up around him, rising and rising until it began to creep outwards around him, making the Order members go backwards, and Harry rose into the air, being held aloft by something which didn't seem like to be anything which was material. He looked like an incarnation of God, and the Holy Spierit seemjed to have taken possession of him.
The Darknes shall come, acting like nothing ever seen before
Lords of Light, beware, for his body ashall bring the winds of War to this world once again
The Desert, the plains, the marshes, the woods, the sky
Burning sands, beating winds, sinking groung, falling trees, fiery sky
They are his to command, the Heavenly one having the power of Light, and love
For the final battle, a war has been fought, the decision lying upon one mortal woman's shoulders
Fallen Angel, do not tempt thyself with false dreams, thy having to choose between one man who has scorned thee, and one man who has sworn to devote his life to you.
Choose wisely, for another chance, there will never be
Wizened mage of light, thy job is to bind the Lord, for he is coming near, his presence already seen within this room
Darkened skies loom in the distance, great mage, for the Lord is close, the darkness he spreads about to tear a household apart
War will spread, husbands fighting against their wives, daughters against brothers. Choose thy side well, and no harm shall befall thee, for the Brothers are already locked in struggle, one which cannot be halted until one has perished
Dark Lord of the Night, leader of Hell, thy message is clear, made by the powers that be.
Destruction, madness, slaughter…. It is all you do, making the people confused, making them break, making them freak, weak and dead… sow death with your blade, the Infernal edge which you shall receive…
Beware the final battle, for the decisions is near that time to be taken by the Twilight lady. ( I'm bad with prophetic sayings...)
Harry fell to the floor after speaking like that, the last parts being engraved upon his brain and he slowly opened his eyelids, then smiled weakly before falling into a slumber, the making of a prophecy, and experiencing the visions taking too great a toll upon his body. Sweat was glistening on his skin and he looked cute in the opinion of several female order members, all of which were around his age, the youngest being 5 years his senior… (their age is rather flexible…)
Dumbledore looked at James and said; "Alright, James get your son out of here, I'll deal with him later. This prophecy is considered to be a secret of the Order and Voldemort and the Lord of Destruction must never know of its existence. Lily, please make sure that Harry won't remember anything, I don't have the time to obliviate him since I have a meeting of the Wizengamot within 20 minutes. Tonight we will convene…" with a pop, the old man disappeared, leaving behind a crowd who began to do as he had commanded.
Harry was levitated to his room by Lily who looked at him with her eyes seemingly wet as she looked at her only son and then whispered "I won't do it to you Harry, even though you might be a problem to the Order, you are still my son and I love you…"
Harry heard her voice, and his eye shot open, looking at Lily with crimson flecks going through them, growing steadily until the eyes were now a deep crimson, looking straight at her. "hehehe…. Seems like I recovered already… the power within me is replenishing my life…" he looked at his hands, which seemed to be shaping themselves into claws, which were indicated by his nails growing slightly longer, the pain being intense if he had felt it, but due to his natural resistance to pain, eh could easily bear the pain.
He looked at her and then said; "Conjure me a piece of canvas, and I shall paint…" he said it with such a finality that she obeyed without question, the moment that her wand had stopped moving and the canvas conjured, did Harry start on a new painting., throwing in the full scale of the dark demonic energy which flowed through his body and veins at all times.
What appeared was the scene of the things he had seen, every fragment painted upon the canvas, making it look ethereal to him. The Final Battle wsas depicted, the two forms locked in combat above the wizards and the angels and the femons which fought for dominance.
The Sin War had started once again, this time lead by the only surviving Prime Evil (theoretically he is), Harry James Potter, the Lord of Destruction….
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