An Odd Encounter In Vegas

by FlowerofAdversity

A warlock named Algernon is up to some nasty tricks to subdue the world under his control and destroy the entire Universe as we know it, but not if Odd has anything to say about it. Will he be able to convince Harry that there's a warlock loose and vying for ultimate destruction of all we hold dear ?

6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6-Rest In Peace

Though the battle had been exhausting the world was free one more megalomeniacal warlock with genocidic tendencies.

'You didn't know each other, did you ?', Odd questioned, thinking it silly he had poised it anyway.

'No, unlike a lot of people like to believe, many warlocks don't know each other. We tend to be hermits at times.', Harry confessed. Contrary to popular belief, warlocks worked better when they were alone, but Harry was an exception to that rule. Apparently, Algernon had taught himself and become so consumed with necromancy that it twisted him and formed him into an abomination that lacked any milk of humanity whatsoever.

'Your help was invaluable. Pity you're no longer of the living, I would've enjoyed working more cases with you. You have such grand insight. I regret saying this, but I'm going to miss you, pal.', Harry said. He found himself actually hugging the man who had stopped a madman dead in his tracks by arcane knowledge most people would have no clue about.

'Thank you. What you said is rather lofty praise, but I will take it any day. Now if you excuse me, Stormy is waiting for me on the other side.', Odd said. Harry only hoped if the 'other side' he was talking about really existed. If it did, one day, he knew he would get to meet this mysterious other half that Odd spoke so fondly of.

With one final shake of his hand, Odd said his last farewell to Harry. Odd smiled the more he was pulled back up to heaven, and rather rapidly at that. Harry had always thought it would be a slow, lumbersome process but since it was light, it only made sense he was here one second and then simply, gone, the next. All that was left now were motes of dust dancing daintily in the light that eventually died down.