Lord of Destruction

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James, James, how unworthy are thee

James looked at his son, who was looking at him with blood red eyes hinting at malice within them, though he couldn't be sure. The 'brothers' seemed to be a bit more looking at Lily then at him, and Harry seemed to have one of the most chilling smiles on his face, like he actually seemed to be wanting to harm James for a moment.

"Father, did it ever occur to you that Mother might not be very happy with you?" Harry was getting an idea. He would not be able to make it so that his father would be able to get away with his life, but the most that he could do was to make it look like an accident, or an attack.

James looked at Lily, looking for any sign of acknowledgement from what Harry had said, but seeing her nod slightly, then look at him and say: "Did you know how much I wanted to feel loved, James? All you did was care for Edward, not for me… I wanted to have sex with you at least once a year, and you've left me without it for almost 7 years, James… Didn't you think it would hurt, to come inside me once? I wanted to feel you inside me, but you didn't… you never even wanted to touch me…" James was at a loss for words and only stammered for a moment, looking at his wife, who seemed to glare at him for a moment, then drew her wand, pointing it at Harry, who smiled softly and then said: "I want to help you get rid of him…"

Harry nodded, then looked at Diablo and Mephisto and said; "" Feel free to take your own forms here… We got to make it look like he was killed in battle…" Diablo and Mephisto nodded, their features beginning to warp, the sound of bones cracking and other hideous sounds being heard throughout the room. Harry looked at his father, who seemed to be too stunned to move, nevertheless do anything. He looked at the two forms of his brothers, seeing that Mephisto had a pair of horns had grown out of his head, which signified that he was almost back to normal, Harry beginning to shift his eyes into his green ones, and looked at James, a vicious grin on his face as a dark staff materialised within his hands, pointing it at James his heart, while starting to pour magic through it, letting it give off a hum.

Diablo was by now sporting a set of horns, with spikes having ripped through the flesh that hid his true form, making a row of spikes be at his spine. He looked now like the child between a bone-manipulating dinosaur and the mummy. The way that there seemed to be a shatlyt aura of terror around him was nothing special, though he was the youngest of them, and had the element of stark terror to his disposal.

With a crack, Diablo appeared in full demonic glory., with Mephisto giving the okay sign, the bony hands that he possessed being one of the things that seemed to be consistent, though no flesh was there when there had been flesh before.

Lily looked at the pair of Prime Evils, shivering as she could feel a strong hatred emerge in her chest, making her feel like she would want to grab James by his throat and then choke him.

"FOUL DEMONS!" Harry shouted, his voice still Demonic, but the way that he seemed to be speaking held a lot of anger, pointing his staff at James still., the spell that he had been charging finally in effect, and a blood red tornado engulfed him for a moment, granting him the form of the Lord of Destruction, blood red eyes looking at James and then looking at Lily and then impaling James on his claws, then saying: "Do you want to share my bed, mother?" she looked at him for a moment, thinking about the offer, knowing that her husband would die soon because he had been impaled by Harry's claws, that being a pretty big death sentence to the man. The way that Harry looked at her made the desire within her grown, while making her feel so good, the way that she seemed to do it being slightly in line with the way that he had offered her.

James looked at his son, in his demonic form, and could not help but wonder if the words that he had heard were indeed the truth. Indeed, he had been spending time with Edward a lot, since the child needed to know how to defend himself against the Dark brother, who now was confirmed to be Harry. The way that he came to his end was ironic, impaled on the claws of his own son's hand, with his wife not lifting a finger. She looked at him, with him feeling a small tingle of fear in his mind as he could feel the blood flowing down his robes, making him feel afraid, all of a sudden. Then, the offer that his son had made to his own mother, to share his bed with her, to engage in a relation ship that was taboo in every society on earth, to have sex with his own mother. A surge of something came over him, and he knew that he had lost the will to live. It all seemed to be futile now, with Harry being the one to take his own mother as a bride for himself, having deemed her to be the Twilight Lady. In alienating his own wife, he had ensured the victory for darkness, as his own son would be amongst those that would crush the light. He looked at his son and then could feel blood welling up in his mouth, which he spat out, looking at Harry's eyes for a moment and then said: "Son… I'll let you know that I love you, even though you've wandered upon this dark path…"

Harry looked at his father for a moment, then gave an almost pleasant smile and said in nary but a whisper: "For that, you'll be going to serve us, instead of suffering in hell…" Harry clenched his hand, then tore it out of James, sending a gout of blood and letting the man fall to the ground. An emerald fire was now around him, making him turn back into Harry James Potter, without any strange forms of speech.

"DIE YOU DEMONS!" he grabbed his staff, firing some high level stunners at Diablo and Mephisto, who could shrug them off, but seemed to catch on to his idea of making him look like he had tried to defend his father. They roared as the spell impacted upon their hides, making Harry smile slightly and he looked at his mother, who stood there, looking at him with a doubting look on her face. When she saw him in action, she hissed out the incantation of Avada Kedavra, her mind made up, she would follow Harry till the end of the earth if he wanted her to. Never mind that he was her son, she should still support him while the rest of the family seemed to support the light. The way that he had endeared himself to her was something that was enticing her to join him, making her resolve so firm that nobody would have been able to break it, for when she had made up her mind, she would not change it, even if there would be a thousand Demons in her path.

James watched as his wife attacked the demons that were in cahoots with Harry, a smile coming to his face as he realised that the Light had died the moment that Lily started to fight together with Harry to drive away the Demons.

Harry was having fun as he sent spell after spell at Diablo and Mephisto, with Lily giving him some backup by throwing lethal curses like a hailstorm, making Mephisto hiss something in demonic that Harry caught, laughing about it and screaming something back, to which Lily suddenly seemed to feel something ominous appear above her and she looked at Diablo, who was looking at her with a look that seemed to instil pure terror in her, causing her to freeze up in fear, making her feel weak and unimportant.

Harry watched as Diablo disabled his mother and then looked at his dad, who was slowly dying, the fate of the man being inevitable, but soon, he would be able to make some more adjustments, for now, he simply cast a demonic ward around James his body, but not before casting a very heavy blasting spell, which sent Mephisto and Diablo through a wall, and straight into the other wall, missing some of the Order members who had tried to break down the door, which apparently had been locked by something. He looked at the Order members, spotting that some had been crushed under the weight of the other Prime Evils, and Mephisto put up his most evil look and said to Harry: "We will return, Light-servant. Then, we shall kill the rest of your pathetic mortal kin." Harry gave him a look that showed his emerald green eyes, which glowed dangerously and then said: "I will avenge you for hurting my father!"

He sent an avada kedavra at his brothers, only to have them disappear, and the spell to hit the wall, making a large crater in the wall. Then he turned around to go to his father, then attempt a bit of soul magic, to make sure that his father would know that he was now the master, and not him. The way that he manipulated his father's fleeting soul was such that he would obey Harry without a question should he give an order in Demonic, while he would act like the normal James when he wasn't around Harry.

Three hours later, Harry had been berated about using the killing curse, with him saying that he would need to use it anyways since they were demons and not worthy of life. Dumbledore had let him go, since one of the demons had affirmed that Harry had been one of the fighters for the light.

Edward seemed to have lightened up to Harry, giving him a good pat on the shoulder for fighting them off, claiming that he would have destroyed them. Harry just gave his younger brother a good glare before stalking off to find his mother, who was about to go into the bedroom that she shared with the now zombie James. Harry touched her lightly on the shoulder and then asked if he could talk with her in private for a moment, with her acknowledging his request and then when they were in the room, he grabbed her by the waist, looked her deep in the eyes, his eyes shifting into blood red ones and he kissed her with all his passion, the feeling of lust being a tiger ready to pounce within him. He looked at her as she seemed to be ready for him to take.

She looked at him as he kissed her, with his body close to her, she could smell his scent, a faint hint of brimstone and something primal, something evil, seemed to hang all over him. She looked at him, smiling at him for some strange reason that she could not fathom. She loved him now, her husband, whose undeath had been explained to her by harry, had been quite passive at times now, just sitting in a chair, reading a book or something, maybe converse with Sirius for a bit of distraction.

What they didn't know were that a pair of eyes was watching them…

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