Lord of Destruction
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Diablo… all I own is my own character set, and my own rules for the setting… that's all I own.. and the spells will also be owned by me, if they haven't appeared in the books…The Lords rise again
Harry looked at the painting he had just finished, it depicting the family being shattered by the two colliding forces, one side having the males and one the females, the mother left in the middle. Curiously, he was on the female side, and the females seemed to have particular characteristics, while the female side seemed to suddenly shift, and his youngest sister became with the rest of the male Potters, and he sighed as he could see the halo's above their head, and the imaginary Demon wings. It was the prophecy of the two brothers, with Edward being the Light one, with Harry being the Dark one, and Lily being the Twilight lady.
He looked at his mother and with a bare hint of sorrow he said; "Those ignorant fools brought it down on themselves, filling this world with so much of their light, so that the darkness was too obvious to ignore… They should have left us all alone, so we would all have been happy, and this would never have happened. In retrospect, I am glad that there will be a war, since I am, after all the Lord of Destruction…" He turned around, walking to the door in silence, leaving his mother behind to contemplate what he had said.
She looked at her eldest leave, and then looked at the painting, seeing that only two persons stood on the left side, and that were Jezebel and Harry, while the rest of the household, minus her were on the right side, the one which apparently seemed to be the Light Side, while Harry's was the Dark one. She could see herself in the middle., her wings being stretched out to their sides, the white wing touching the Right side and the dark wing touching Harry's side, and suddenly a wave of understanding crossed her mind as she looked at the drawing and realised that it was actually a depicting of the family, with Harry as the Brother of Darkness and Edward as the Brother of Light, with her being the one to pick which side would win.
She looked at Harry, who stood there confidently in the painting, giving Edward a hateful look, and at Edward, who was giving Harry a look which rivalled his brother's. They seemed to be locked in a staring match, the tension clearly visible on the painting as if it was happening in real life.
Outside, in the hallway did Harry call upon his power and a sand storm grew around him, the dark malevolent energy within him controlling the sand making it look like there was a sand storm all in the area, but it was condensed around him.
He grinned, showing teeth which were to sharp for his mouth, and then began to change, a ripping sound as wings emerged from his back, tearing his robes apart. He felt his body begin to bleed as spikes began to rip out of his back and saw his vision blur once as his eyes attained the red shade that he was so famous for.
Nymphadora Tonks currently was relaxing in one of the free rooms which had been assigned for Order use as a resting place, idly toying with the long blonde hair which was on her head now, before changing it into a nice deep blue colouration. She could hear a sound outside of the room, and being bored as hell in the room, looked outside and saw the sand storm condense around a person, and she saw the blurry outline of a person within the sand storm, and then watched as it cleared away, revealing a set of tattered robes, two gargantuan wings in the air, two red eyes looking straight at her, a very pale face with a row of teeth visible which didn't really look all that pleasing to meet with, and big clawed hands. Through the tattered robe she could see that muscles were literally rippling over his body, speaking of a great bodily strength, and she was in awe as this Demon looked at her for a moment.
Harry had just felt the hands changing in claws part of his transformation, and he looked at the onlooker which he had sensed, and grinned as he saw Nymphadora Tonks look at him, a look of stunned surprise in her eyes. "Nymphadora Tonks…" His voice spoke, a soft and gentle one, belying his true nature. He looked at her face as it slowly turned to horror, and he reached out to cup her face, looking her straight into her ever changing eyes and smirking. "How long it has been since we last met, Auror Tonks." His red eyes looked straight into hers, and he clenched his clawed hands a bit, and drew blood, which he licked off with a long tongue. He smiled, and then licked her cheek. "I will be gone now… Let me warn you with this… Beware the Twilight Lady, for she has been depicted, and she shall be the one to decide humanity's fate… Should she Choose me, the Darkness, or my Brother, the Light, all will go according to the prophecy…" with a handy move, he threw her back in the room, and continued his walk towards the main hall, where his portrait hung.
Lily heard a sound, and then went from the room, to see the exchange between Harry and Tonks. She walked up to him and said; "You shouldn't do this alone." He looked at her, and smiled; "I may be the Master of Monsters, the Lord of Destruction, but even I have a heart, no matter how blackened it has become… Walk with me." He held out his arm to his mother, and they continued their trek down the hallway, the portraits all looking at them, but none dared to say anything, intimidated by the Lord of Destruction. "This world sickens me… So focused on the light that they don't see that there is both a darkness to counter the light, to see no shadows, but Light and Dark." he absently shook his head as they rounded a corner, and someone bumped into him. "Hello, little brat." It was his youngest brother Henry who stared at him with wide eyes, the Demon Lord towering above him, with a hand linked with his mother's and he couldn't say a word, and Harry looked at Lily and said; " A lot of your spawn are speechless… Maybe that's because they got their father's genes?" Lily turned to her eldest, nodding slightly;
"They seem to have inherited his pranking genes, and also his intelligence… "
Harry shook his head once again, his black hair seemingly making him look more evil, because he could sense a reaction within the small boy's body, which showed that he was about to pass out from fright.
A wave of pain crashed over him before it was extinguished, and he shook his head.
" And so the Zann'Esu dies… The foolish girl shouldn't have tried tapping into such deep demonic magic without consulting me first… now she's dead, and I don't see the need to revive her, because she made such a stupid mistake…"
And indeed, where Jaina had resided once, a huge burnt skeleton stood, looking at the pentagram used for summoning a Demon, but it had backfired and seared off most of her skin, and increased her demonic taint on her soul, turning her into one of the undead servants of Harry, and thus no longer beautiful, she began to delve deep into the dark magic of the Flame and Frost, forbidden to the Zann'Esu because of the taint they might receive, while also managing to keep Electricity a good part of her arsenal of deadly spells.
They continued their walk through the house, lily finding some comfort in walking with her son, with them talking about the way the war would be fought by both sides. "As you already know, I control the elements of Frost, Fire, Blood, Electricity, and the ability to make sure that a lot of Demons are summoned, also with some control over the storms and the skies, and even the ground." He absently conjured up an earth spike, and then crushed it in his fist, revealing a few priceless gems, and then began to heat them up, and with a few appliances of demon fire, and a fingernail being used as a cutting tool after heating, he cut a priceless gem from each gem, and then summoned up a plain sword, and placed them into the hilt, whispering a few words in Demonic and then watched as emerald fire curled up the blade, then was followed by black lighting, and finally a cool mist seemed to run over the blade, to be coming from the blade at random intervals. "Here's a nice weapon for you, enchanted to be feather light, and to have the fires of hell coursing over the blade whenever you wish, and generally giving off an intense cold, freezing whatever it touches… well, everything but me…. Useful for making ice cream though… and well… I put in some dark lightning, since it looks cool, and can be used to deep fry a lot of enemies, may you find yourself in danger…" He smiled at her, and she smiled back at him and said; "Gee thank you darling… why don't you ask something in return for this nice gift? He's not exactly pleasing in bed, you know…"
Harry looked at his mother with one eyebrow raised, and he shook his head: "Listen, lily, I possible can't do that with you, it's not really good for your health…"
He looked at her and her eyes looked mischievously and she said. "Well, maybe I would allow you to touch me…"
She was slowly enjoying the idea of being touched by her son, all notions of taboo aside, but actually wondered how he treated his women, as he seemed to be well liked with them, even managing to do a vampire woman in a brothel, the day after they had met with him for the first time again. That spoke of some good skill in that area, since Vampires are a bit cold to everyone.
"Err… are you sure?" He asked in a tentative tone, looking at her and watching her smile. (I'd kill for fucking her once…)
His mind went and he could already hear the slapping of flesh together, and hearing her moans to put it in her faster, and to see her on top of him, letting her touch those breasts of which he had suckled… "Yes, after the war maybe…"
James Potter was by no means a coward and he strode through his house unafraid of his son, intending to confront him about the evil painting of the Lord of Destruction, when he heard the cheerful voice of his wife, talking to someone whose voice seemed to be very dark and ominous.
"Lily-flower!"
He looked to see the lord of Destruction, hand linked with his wife stride towards him and focus his blood red eyes on him and gulped as Lily mirrored the look, her eyes boring deep into his, and giving him the impression of a snake and a rabbit staring at each other, and he was the bloody rabbit.
"Yes, James?" she asked coolly, looking at him the entire time, and Harry let her arm go and then decided to advance on his own.
"I'll go check out the portrait which my servant drew… Amuse yourself, Lily, my Twilight Lady."
She gave him a bright smile, looking cheerful to see him go and said: "I'd love to chat with you again, Milord. I am saddened that you couldn't stay longer because of your need to return to hell as soon as possible."
"LILY! HOW DARE YOU TALK TO THE ENEMY AND HOLD HIS ARM!"
James shouted at Lily, Harry looking at the pair and decided to let them just handle it, and put a nineteen million Bounty on James Potter's head, deeming him to be alive and brought before him, where he could oversee the execution at the hands of his own son, while the son was busy fucking his wife.
"And wherever I tread, Chaos follows in my wake… Diablo would have a ball with this, being the Lord of Terror after all… Maybe I can revive him, it would be nice to talk to him again…" Already his mind was going over the details, which included the parts of the shattered soul stones of his brothers, and he could feel a dark smile slipping on his face, and then began to laugh, a deep laughter making everyone look around uncomfortable, and with a simple gesture of his hand, a door was slammed from its hinges as a huge wave of sand knocked it open, and he looked at the hall in which he had come, seeing that there were some Order member 'Let me pass and none of you shall have to die…" his voice was dark and seemed to be able to make the chills run up every Order member's spine, and Harry smiled at the effect which he had on them and then walked towards the crowd in front of him, who parted to let him through, an aura of fear making them move faster then they wanted.
He looked at his painting, and then sighed deeply, and shook his head: "Every time I appear is different, but that is indeed the form I prefer…" he turned around to catch an advanced light spell in his hands and clenched them, and the spell disappeared, being shattered by his power. "Ahh… So we meet, Dumbledore." "Demon, begone from this place…" Dumbledore came towards him with a wand in hand, pointed at him and Harry's eyes widened slightly out of mirth; "Do you really think that you can defeat me, Dumbledore? It's been such a long time that I've been with the humans again, so I think I'll have a nice vacation, and kill a few thousand or something…"
He muttered a small incantation under his breath, summoning a portal to hell to get away as soon as possible, and then watched as stones rose from the ground, and an infernal portal formed, the ground around it cracking and breaking, looking like a blast had been hit there.
Harry looked at the portal and muttered another incantation and a veil made of a grey substance formed, and the souls of the damned could be heard screaming in agony, him not minding their screams, but some of the Order members got sick and emptied their stomachs on the ground and he stepped through the portal. Dumbledore looked at the portal as it shimmered out of existence, the stones falling to the ground with deep thuds, looking burnt and broken, the demonic portal having taken its toll on the stones used for the portal.
He looked at the Chaos Sanctuary, and then looked at the huge pentagram where he had appeared and then felt the soul stones pulse in his pocket of his robes, wanting to be freed. Without a question he did so, seeing them float above the pentagram, and without knowing the thing he was doing, he began to chant demonic incantations, feeling the huge power of the beings whose souls were so fragmented that they couldn't be called souls, but memories, but with his power as the sole remaining brother, he would be able to make sure that they were revived. They had to be, or else his plan would fail.
He began to channel the power of the Fiery pits of Hell, and he wasn't amazed that it felt so good to be with it once again, even though he had been mortal a few months ago. He looked at the burning pyres of human souls and he looked at the pentagram which was now glowing a blood red, and the soul stones were now forming once again. He looked at them as they were formed once again, and then with a crash and a sound of an inhuman roar coming from the pentagram, it was done.
Two hulking forms stood there, one with two long horns, and a chilling aura around him. It seemed like he was sinuous, and seemed to be carrying an incredible malice within him, two glowing cold eyes looking at Harry, who smiled.
The second one was bigger and red skin and bulging muscles were the first thing you could see. The blood red soulstone in the forehead was not easy to miss, and the horns and tusks were also a pretty identifying sight. The yellow eyes which were focused on Harry shone with a burning anger, and the lust for fear, terror and chaos.
"Brothers… We are once again UNITED! We shall let the heavens tremble, and I shall be the one to fight with the prophesized one. Are you with me?" he asked, looking at his brothers, who looked at him, and then Diablo spoke.
"The humans shall be stricken with terror they have never felt before."
Mephisto looked at Harry and said; "Baal, they shall hate, and I shall use their hatred…"
Harry looked at Mephisto and said; "Call me Harry, Baal gave his power onto me, finding me a worthy heir to his power…"
Mephisto nodded and said: "I trust you've prepared everything here for war?"
Harry nodded and said:"Want to see my human family? It'll also give you a chance to see the Chosen One, prophesied to either defeat me, or be defeated by me… and the best part is, that a woman decides whether he fails or succeeds…"
Diablo laughed at that and said; "I bet you know who the woman is, don't you Harry?"
Harry nodded and said; "My very own mother… She likes me better then that fucking husband of hers…" He smiled absently and with a hand gesture, a portal appeared on the side of the portal. "Please turn into human forms, since I doubt that you want a house to come crashing down on yourself, which would cause some trouble…"
Diablo and Baal nodded and after some growled incantations, mainly dealing with transformation, Harry saw Mephisto's horns sink into his skull and that there was hair beginning to grown, and a pale visage became visible, and soon there stood a naked man, looking to be around 25 years old, in the process of putting on some long robes, a staff on the floor in front of him, a black gem on top of it.
Diablo on the other hand had his skin turn a normal colouration, and the horns sank in last, leaving him to look like he was around 15 years of age and was in the process of strapping a leather suit on his frame, which eh had conjured up from somewhere, probably letting the magic do the job.
Somewhere in Pedro's leather working shop, a leather attire had vanished, one made for a very important customer, leading Pedro and his six kids and wife to be shot dead three days later when the suit was to be collected by the man's associates. Don Infuales Del Marco didn't want to wait until the leather clothing meant for his son was remade, and just had the family executed by some of his gang members.
"Alright, now that we are human looking, shall we go through the portal?" Harry asked, the robes being made as new by a mere application of a reparo, his wings being pulled back into his back.
A portal formed once again in the noble house of Potter, this time in Harry's bedroom, a few metres above the ground, letting three figures drop on the bed, causing it to shake and squeak.
Harry looked at his 'brothers' and grinned. "Let's go meet the family shall we?"
Diablo nodded, and said to Mephisto: "shall we act like we are one of those angelic little pussies? I heard that they are supposed to appear to humans at times, and we can be Harry's…"
Mephisto shook his head: "It would never work… Let's just pretend we are some friends of his, that would be easy to explain for him."
Harry nodded and said; "Are you coming?" the two other brothers nodded and just followed the sound of Harry's bickering parents, which had gone on for 3 hours now, neither of them willing to back down about the thing that had happened.
"Mother, Father, meet my brothers."
That made them stop arguing and turn towards Harry, to look at the two males who stood besides him, Mephisto looking as evil as cold be, with freezing blue eyes, while Diablo stood there with yellow frightening eyes, waiting for the inevitable reaction of fear. Harry just stood there, his eyes a bloody red and a look of pure evil on his face, looking at his father like he was a little lamb ready for the slaughter.
A new chapter after all this time… the Three Brothers are united once again, resurrected through dark and evil magic! Harry will have to make sure that they will eliminate a few key factors, in the next episode of lord of Destruction!
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