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Hunger Chapter 4

He found himself a haven in the void. Sol sat on a throne of steel. Below him a furnace larger and more powerful than the one he had before sucked in faith energy. It added an element to his castle. His castle could breathe.

As the furnace refined the faith or madra as some call it he absorbed the refined divine energy. It was an important step to increase his power. For the moment, he was merely a godling not even a lesser deity. Time would change that.

The top of his castle was open so he could see the infinite universes just out of sight. He stretched a silvery hand out and for a moment it felt like he could touch them. His head suddenly shot over to an interruption.

It was a small Nosfuratu girl around his age. Though he could be wrong the immortal race does have a shape shifting ability. He was knocked out of his thoughts by a moon shaped scar over the girl's eyes. He knew who she was.

She was far away not even inside his castle. He tasted her consciousness. His sister had arrived here in her sleep their souls the souls of twins naturally attracted each other. He frowned and looked down at his lap.

Many tools were there as well as a barrel and frame crafted form the bones of a demon. Sol smiled perhaps this gun would make her a descent birthday/ Christmas gift.

"Did you know brother while you were tortured and hated I was loved and cherished. Our father loved me more than you. That's why he gave me up to live with my new mother and father. My father is Alucard and my mother is Integra Helsing." He looked upon his sister's face and took her in for what she was.

This girl had jet black hair tamed in a way that his spiky crown like hair never would. Her eyes were blood red but and her face held an angular shape much like his own. Though her chin was sharper and her eyes were slanted to a degree. Her body wasn't as thin and bony as his own. She had definite muscle definition like a dancer.

When she spoke, she twirled around and danced? Her blood red dress moved around her like it had a mind of its own. She wore black opera gloves with golden designs. To his eye, she was beautiful. He envied her for that. Harry never once felt handsome unless he was Herold Satan.

He looked upon himself. In this land between dreams and reality he wasn't in the form of Harry Potter or Herald Satan. No Harry was the god that gave himself the name Sol. He stood no taller than normal Harry but in this form, he was different. He felt a pride in this form.

In this form his hair was black and it stood on end like a flame. His flesh held a silver sheen from the vast quantities of metals he had added to his true form. In his chest, there beat a small star formed from his slow ascension to godhood. He was muscled like a fighter and he felt like one. He wore the scaled corpse of Krampus as a set of slacks and boots. The demon of avarice's bones fashioned into a glowing staff sat next to him.

The staff reflected his face. His eyes were green nuclear reactors and his face was free of blemishes even the scar left by Voldemort was gone. The soul of the dark lord was held within a medallion around his neck. In the space of dreams and chaos Harry sat within the ruins of his metal castle upon a steel throne. His sister walked through the halls of his fortress and dodged his traps.

She flung open the doors to his throne room and beasts of all kinds with too many eyes surged forth. His staff flashed and they were all frozen instantly. His sister smiled at him and stood there alone. "Brother dearest I want your soul. It would make me happy if you would give it to me."

"What a cruel sister I have to demand from me the only thing that is mine." She smiled a smile full of fanged teeth. Harry smiled back to her. His teeth were flat and uniform unlike the rest of the divine castle of steel and fire.

Her gloved hands formed a square with her thumbs. "Cromwell initiative zero release." The young Vampire was enveloped with a column of power. When the column dissipated. She looked like a teenager her hair was cut short and she had wings as black as night and a sword that screamed with lost souls. The wings he soon realized were made from dozens of Kagune. Spikes that moved far beyond the sound barrier flew at him.

Sol never moved he merely let out a bit of the heat contained within him. The sudden change of temperature created a massive wind current that displaced the crystal shards. He batted the rest away with his staff. His sister glared at him. Weeks of feeding on the souls and blood of ghouls and all she could to her brother was ruffle his hair.

She dashed around using her vampire and kagune enhanced speed. He didn't attack. She launched more spikes only for the same result. Lilith flapped her wings and took to the air.

Sol never left his throne. He merely rested his head on his hand and watched her. Infuriated Lilith used a new ability she had gained. The RC cells within her body produced a massive amount of heat and light she fired a giant corona at her brother.

Sol looked up and watched as the attack crashed into him. He quickly absorbed the heat before it could melt his castle further. Standing up he stretched.

"This has been fun sis but it's about time for you to wake up." Lilith woke up in her coffin. Night had fallen and she was thirsty. Hopefully her mother had a job for her.

She slid the lid open and had one final thought about her brother. Alucard had told her of his living conditions and she had told her father that she didn't care. He was just a human to her now. Her vampire of a father was so proud that he let her come with him for a drink.

Even now if he asked her if she regretted it she would say no. But when she saw those eyes she was disappointed. There was no anger or hate. He looked at her like she was his annoying younger sibling. Worst he acted like she was in his room without asking.

When she used, her signature move the blood Sunday he didn't flinch. No if she wasn't mistaken he had grown even stronger. Lilith wanted to know what happened to her brother to give him such power.

She quickly brushed her fangs and left for her mother's office. Thoughts of her brother were quickly forgotten. After all he was dead wasn't he.

A silvery glint caught her eyes. She jumped out of the way thinking Walter had gotten the drop on her. Only she was alone. She looked to the source of the silver sparkles. It came from her coffin.

There in her coffin sat a gun in a glass case. Upon the case was a gift tag. "To Lilith my dearest sister. Love Harry Potter, Herold Satan, and Sol the god. Take care little sister and next time knock." She stared at the gun It was a heavy tri barrel revolver made of bone so cold it hurt to touch. She pointed it at one of the bullet proof walls and squeezed the trigger. A heavy beam of plasma blasted into the wall melting the concrete around it.

A fanged grin ripped itself onto her face. Then it disappeared revealing a small smile. "Happy birthday Harry sorry I am not the sister you deserve." A holster made of shadows appeared at her side and she slammed the gun home.

Harry awoke gasping. He had really done it. A smile crept over his face. He had created a third body Sol.

Daylight had just slipped in through the blinds as he made his way out. He stopped in his tracks when he saw two CCG agents. One had white hair and the other one looked like the classic stern cop.

It was the white haired one who spoke first. "Hello young man I am looking for a Mr. Satan. His email address said he lives in the apartment complex behind you. Could you tell us which room he lives in?" Harry's eye met the white-haired man's eyes and saw captain freaking Ahab.

He didn't miss a beat he knew if he didn't answer immediately he would be considered a ghoul. If he wasn't already. "I think he lives in room 203. If you hurry you might catch him before he goes on his morning jogs." The old man gave out a cheerful fake smile.

"Thank you, young man, put it there." The old man put out his hand. Harry saw the glint of metal and lowered the defense around his hand to the maximum. When they shook hand, he grimaced.

The old man pulled back his hand and saw the blood on the pin. "Well you aren't a ghoul so you should be careful young man don't wonder into any back alleys." The old man said.

"Mister Mado that was a little extreme he is only a child." The old man shrugged.

"Maybe but I prefer to be safe than dead." Harry decided to hurry and run over to Aenteku. They probably wanted to chew him out and or get the deal on Herold Satan.

Herold Satan looked over his muscular body. He didn't have a six, eight or ten pack. No Mr. Satan had a twelve pack. Every ab looked like it was chiseled by the hands of a perfectionist god.

Herold looked over his body and saw only perfection. His face her fierce green eyes, a slanted brow, high cheek bones, and a massive chin that made him a super hero. He was what peopled dreamed of becoming but sorry Mr. Satan cannot be matched.

Once he finished brushing his white shiny teeth and flossing. It was time to find a place for breakfast. A place that wasn't Aenteku. He also needed a cellphone so he could read reviews. It was almost time for his next video.

He decided to do pushups and watch his arms flex maybe that could be his next video. His Satan senses suddenly started to tingle. No there was a knock on the door.

Herold did a back flip and landed squarely on his feet. Two devil horn hand signs later he walked to answer the door. When the door opened, he spotted two CCG investigators.

He nodded to himself. "I know what you're here for." The old man's eyes squinted at him insanely.

"Oh, you do pray tell what are we here for." Herold smiled and handed the two smaller men two signed autographs of his picture in one of his more epic poses.

The younger man looked at his new one of a kind autograph and marveled at its beauty. "I think you are confused as to why we are here sir. If you would just come with us to CCG headquarters, we would be happy to explain." Herold nodded. His hunch was correct the all wanted his autograph. He did have over a thousand copies made.

Walking over to his coat hanger he grabbed a white trimmed overcoat with a grand red cape. The two men stared at him and he flexed to inspire them to work harder. A hand moved through his giant golden afro. He put on a pair of sunglasses that matched with his tan skin tone.

The smell of burning food filled the air. Herold turned to the kitchen. "Oh, no my omelet not my omelet." He dashed into the kitchen and ripped the pan off the fire. Flames shot up from the stove it must have been the sausage grease. Quickly he sucked in a breath stealing the heat from the flames and putting out the fire.

The stove cut off with a quick click and he stared at the burnt remains of his omelet. If only he had done his pushups faster. No, it was not his fault that the omelet burned it was obviously the investigators and their rabid fan boying. He shook his head again he would have to forgive them. Mr. Satan was simply too great of a man to hold such grudges.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a fork. In one smooth motion, he freed the omelet from the skillet and hoisted the whole thing into his mouth. He chewed three times and swallowed. The mass in this throat went down without a hitch. Only he was still hungry. "If you would wait just a few more minutes, officers we will be on our way."

Opening the fridge revealed a sorry sight. He would have to go grocery shopping soon or send Harry to do it. Unlike his other self, he needed to eat to maintain this body. He grabbed eight raw eggs and cracked them all over his mouth. When they hit his stomach, he felt full for the moment.

"Are you ready to go yet or should we stop by a mcdonalds." Mado said. Herold thought about it. But shook his head he couldn't take advantage of their hospitality anymore.

"No let's go it will be a while before I get another tip for my next video." They looked at him strangely.

"Mr. Mado I think this man is insane. Legally I mean. Are you sure we should bring him to headquarters? He thought we wanted his autograph for god's sake."

"Mr. Satan if I may be so bold what is the source of your amazing feats?" Herold smiled and pulled out a book with a picture of a lightning bolt on it.

"This book contains all the information, rituals, and morals a follower of Sol needs to know. If you want further information you must as the great one himself. How to do so is in the book as well look in the index under rituals." Herold said. "By the way did you drive here." They looked at each other. The back to Herold.

"No, we walked here driving a car into ghoul territory can lead to vehicular destruction." Amon said. Herold nodded.

"Then you should both grab on to me so I can teleport us there." They once again looked upon the mighty Mr. Satan in awe. He smiled and grabbed them on the shoulders. His fans can be so shy at times. In a pop, they were at the base of CCG headquarters.

Harry walked into a closed Aenteku. Touka was waiting for him. When he walked up to her eyes turned red. "Hey Touka is something wrong." She raised her phone and loaded the video of Mr. Satan vs Binge eater. It played showing Mr. Satan fly above the city of Tokyo. He heard his other self-attempt commentary and fail miserably. He made a note that they would have to edit it in over the video.

"What the hell is this I mean how is this possible. It has every ghoul from here to the first ward going insane. What does this even mean are you suddenly against ghouls and who the hell is the God Sol." Harry waited until she was finished.

"I created two other bodies and I am currently inhabiting all of them at once. It means that I will be a mercenary of the people. I will protect the truly needy from ghouls and protect the innocent ghouls from the CCG. If ghouls or humans hold their faith in me. I will reward them. Why Herold Satan, well he is basically a living ad to tempt ghouls and humans into joining my religion." Harry gave her his best smile.

"Why Darth Sidious you almost sounded convincing." Harry let his frown falter. He shrugged.

"Maybe I also wanted to cause a little chaos just for the hell of it. While everyone is looking at Herold Satan I will move behind the scenes promoting laws to give rights to ghouls. Do you disagree with my methods?" Harry said.

Touka shrugged. "It just seems like a roundabout way to do things. If you can make infinite bodies, you can pretty much clone a bunch of people and remove the need for ghouls to eat humans." She made a good point but Harry wasn't interested in solving world hunger through his own flesh. But he could invest into it.

"My cloning doesn't work that way. But I will consider it. So are we good Touka or are you still pissed at me." Touka frowned and gave him the evil eye.

"We are far from good you're going to have to make it up to me." Harry smiled and pulled out a wooden ring. He took her hand and slipped it on her finger. "What's that?" Harry smiled.

"I carved it myself. It should decrease your hunger but in exchange you're going to have to drink more water." Touka let out a huff and withdrew her kagune her eyes went back to normal.

"I asked the manager to postpone opening the store just for this meeting and it turns out it was unneeded. Whatever I have a day off now want to go up to my room and watch the prequels." Harry nodded and they left for her room.

Herold Satan was getting stares from both men and women. Was it love at first sight did they all experience it when they looked upon his image. He spun launching autographed pictures of himself ending in a mighty pose.

They were in CCG headquarters, they had given him an armed escort. But he didn't see a reason why. The many fans around him didn't seem in danger of going rabid.

An important looking man who called himself investigator something or other started talking to him rapidly. He shook Herold's hand then Herold's phone got a message. "Could you wait until after introductions to answer phones? Mr. Satan?"

Herold scanned a very important message from an anonymous subscribe. She was a mother of twin girls both teens around 19 they hadn't come home in quite some time. She then received a text message that they were being held captive by ghouls in the 11th ward. The exact address and street name was listed. He quickly plugged it into his GPS.

"I hate to cut our meeting short but there is an incident." The investigators looked at him seriously. The old man spoke first.

"Oh, has one of your subscribers ratted out another binge eater. Or are you just going out to pick up a female ghoul for a night on the town." Herold frowned.

"My sexual desires aside." Herold looked at the man with a very disapproving look. "Two young women were kidnapped in the 11th ward the mother of the girls has asked me to rescue them." The investigators looked at one another.

"We can form a strike team and be there in the hour. Do you have the address?" The lead investigator said. Herold would have to learn the man's name if he was to form a working relationship with him.

"You can't be serious captain. This man is just someone we picked up off the streets he isn't an investigator. How do we know if this message isn't a false lead? We have hundreds of fakes a day." Amon said. Herold stared at it and felt through his link to his god form and his original form Harry Potter. They were one mind working in three ways at once.

Wizards have access to something like the force. They have limited precognition though if it isn't practiced regularly it weakens like any other muscle. Right now, all three of his bodies were pouring thousands of mana into the unused skill to get even a little insight.

Herold had a feeling now when he read the message. It was positive with mixed deception. "There will definitely be ghouls there. But that's as much as my abilities get out of this. Whether that means the girls are already dead or their ghouls themselves I don't know."

Herold wrote down the coordinates in the best Japanese he could manage. It was poor a toddler could have done better. He was confident his charisma would lead them to the spot alone. "I suggest you wait up if it's a trap I would rather trip it before you soft normal get there. Oh, and here this is for the CCG." Herold handed them a copy of the soul doctrine and ritual manual.

He walked over to a window. "Those don't," Herold teleported just beyond the window. His GoPro had been on the entire time sending a live feed to YouTube. Using his practiced telekinesis, he flew towards the 11th ward activating mana armor to keep the wind chill from bothering him.

A massive warehouse next to several run-down apartments greeted his sight. It was frigid. With his special eyes, he could see over fifty heat signatures inside the warehouse. After all he was truly a great old one of the fire element.

Herold didn't often think of how his body was crafted from the black tare that Harry Potter threw up on a regular basis. It was unsettling to know he was made of the flesh that failed to become outer god material. He was perfection sculpted from imperfect materials a one of a kind form of art.

Sol his supposed god was different. He was made from the divine power within Harry Potter and the outer god flesh that made up his other self's body. Out of the three Herold was the closes one to humanity.

Shaking out of his thoughts he let his feet touch the ground. It would be some time before the CCG got here. With his will, he cleared the fog from the eye of his camera. He had all the powers of his other bodies. There was just less mana to work with and a weaker body. He was sculpted from destabilizing flesh and it would be some time before his body was at the level of a great old one.

He came upon a door and opened it. There were no lights inside. Herold closed the door behind him. Sol armor wrapped around him.

Mr. Satan looked like a true demon. Two curved horns adorned his head. His skin looked scaled and spikes shot out everywhere. In this form, he glided instead of walked. "For my viewers, I will now turn on night cam. It is unfortunate but some ghouls have kidnapped two young women and I can sense over fifty ghouls here and no humans." To all ghouls within my fan base I apologize but if they don't explain to me why I'm here I will be forced to terminate them all.

The lights flared on revealing dozens of ghouls wearing masks. One was a woman dressed like a mummy. Something stirred inside him when he saw her. He felt that he had to know who she was. Then he saw another female ghoul and something stirred inside of him and he had to know who she was. Yet again his eyes fell upon another ghoul this one was a guy he skipped him and spotted a red head the stirring continued.

"We don't take kindly to hero types around here." One ghoul in a Jason mask said. "So, we are going to teach you what is 1000-7."

"992 now where are the twins. I know they must be directly behind you right." The green haired girl ran fast to stand at his right elbow. She cupped her hand and jumped at his ear.

He bent down like one would to a child. "What is that miss?" Herold said.

"The names Eto and you got it wrong the correct answer is 993." Herold shook his head.

"No little girl becaus seven now fulfils the rolls of the other two numbers as well. Therefore, the answer is 993 992 and 991. Stick with me young Eto and I will teach you the ways of the world." He stood there looking like the true hero he was. She nodded to him.

"That wasn't very funny Mr. Satan I hope you fight better than you tell jokes." The green haired woman ran quickly and jumped up landing on one of the many rafters in the building. "Oh, and the twins are these two." She pointed to two ghouls they each had a single red eye."

"I see so their mother or father is a ghoul and this gang of ruffians kidnapped them because they are against the social taboo. Don't worry girls I Mr. Satan will return you to your ma in one piece." They looked like they were about to say something but Eto cut them off.

"Eto this is my game leave." Jason said. "I have had enough of your shenanigans."

"For all those who go to my website and purchase the PDF file of Sol doctrine and rituals I will now demonstrate the ultimate form of the Sol arts." In an instant, he used burst. When combined with his armor it turned it to a pitch-black color. Purple veins spread through the armor where the mana flowed.

He opened his mouth and roared. His voice was further enhanced by a sound amplifying charm. The ghouls covered their ears and shrank back in pain.

"Now notice the increase in speed and power." His voice was a roar the ghouls fell to their knees from the pain. Luckily for the listener there were sound dampeners on the camera.

Herold's gaze fell into a purple haze. He felt his foot dig deep into the concrete as he leapt forward. His arms were like scythes every ghoul within his reach were beheaded or bisected horizontally. His camera recorded everything in 1/100th of a second. Speeding up and slowing down for the viewer's pleasure. Eto and the twins were gone the mint haired woman and some grey-haired man scooped them up and high tailed it.

"Justice infinity kick," He leapt into a group of ghouls spun and kicked rapidly. Using his burst, he could extend the reach of his kicks force devastating everyone around him.

They ghouls finally mounted a defense. He nodded to their leaders for their wisdom even if retreat would have saved them. Herold hadn't been aiming for lethal blows. Some of the ghouls he kicked were still alive just full of his foot sized holes. With quick insight, he found his mana supply running down quickly. He had maybe a minute left in this form. Probably because his body was new. His every breath increased his mana, stamina, and health but he started with 100units in each category. With slight jumps as his body became more stable.

His form used burst to the tenth degree to balance out the high defense his armor granted. The armor protected his body from most of the damage the friction from moving at intense speeds caused. But his muscles could only take the strain of working at ten times their capacity for so long.

They ghouls made their move. The ukaku types gathered in unites and unleashed a useless barrage. The feathery shards of hardened cells lost their bio electricity on contact and refueled him slightly. But they were annoying. They flooded his vision and forced him to cover his camera with a hand.

He leapt up out of the incoming fire only to meet ten rinkaku types slashed at him while Koukaku backed them up with defense. It was impressive for a bunch of gang members. He grabbed the nearest rinkaku and spun around. His hand crushed the kagune just as he finished his third spin. The woman that the rinkaku was attached too looked like she was run over by a tank. There was nothing left of her but meaty paste.

Herold stood there for a time after he ran out of ghouls on the rafters to crush. "I will say this once. Accept the god, Sol and join the religion. If you do I shall spare you. Can any of you claim to be able to take me on one on one. Is there a one of you who can pose a challenge to me Herold Satan the champion of Sol. The single most handsome man alive." He struck a pose that looked like a demon crawled out of hell to feed on souls.

Many of the Ghouls fell to their knees their hands forming a sign of prayer. As for the ghouls around the Hockey masked guy. Well they were clearly too afraid of him. Something that Herold would have to correct.

His cape moved behind him as if by an invisible wind. He appeared before Jason and the ghouls closes to the hockey masked ghoul. They looked upon Mr. Satan with fear but their fear of Jason was too great to back down.

A part of Herold relished in the fear the ghouls held for him. Was it the ancient great old one flesh that made up his body. He flexed his powerful muscles. Even under the armor they bulged. He knew in his heart that there was no other man like himself.

"All those who have surrendered to me prepare to receive the mark of soul. From this day on you are my brothers and sisters. We are the Lightning Knights chapter house prepare to receive your mark." Herold used some of the last of his mana and felt as massive amounts of lightning crackled around his form. Jason lashed out with his kagune he moved like rabid animal.

Herold thrust his hand forward as the other ghouls joined Jason in his charge. He could see it in their eyes. They knew that this was the end. Mr. Satan would not disappoint them. Massive arcs of lightning stretched out from his finger tips and struck the charging group. Even as his lighting tore through the others Jason ran on.

His mana was empty and his armor was disappearing just as a massive bikaku stabbed into his guts. Just as he was stabbed through Jason collapsed. Herold grabbed ahold of the kagune with his remaining strength and ripped it out.

Herold didn't brag about his perfect body for nothing. At the cost of his heath the wound began to rapidly regenerate. In less than thirty heartbeats the wound was closed. They sun was still out and shining strong. His mana supply would be back to half in the next thirty minutes.

His eyes turned to the ghouls some had escaped while his back was turned but seven of them remained. Three women and four men were ready to become chapter members. He stood tall and repaired the fabric of his clothing with magic.

He walked up to them. "You are the only ones with the courage to stay. Good becoming a member of the chapter will change you into something closer to me. Though you will still have to eat human flesh to survive the need will be greatly lessened. Your bodies will alter to take in electricity, heat, and light and use it for food. If you planned on dying of old age I am going to have to disappoint you. When you take up the mark you will be long lived. Perhaps your life span could reach a thousand years or greater. What is your name girl?" Herold said.

"Saya, Satan sama." Herold nodded. "Are you prepared to take the mark?" Herold said. The woman eyes were hidden by her long black hair. But he could sense they slight change in her heartbeat. "Relax you won't grow a yellow afro if that's what you're thinking."

"I'm ready," Saya said. Herold nodded. He took her hand and turned over her palm.

"As champion of Sol I hereby accept Saya as a sister of chapter house Lightning Knights." He created a small hot point at the end of his finger tip. The divine mana within his body mingled with his own. As he drew a small lightning bolt on her palm he infused her with that divine mana. He hoped that is would change her as he intended.

He turned to the next a man with purple hair. "My name is Sho Satan sama. I am ready to receive the mark and accept Sol as my deity." Herold nodded and marked him. He marked the others as well. None changed their mind not that expected them to.

He could feel it already. They were absorbing energy from the sun. Herold could feel it because when their bodies refined it into mana a small amount of that mana flowed into himself. "I name you the 7 holy knights of the order. All lighting knights after you will be subordinate to the seven of you.

I suggest you go forth to other wards and acquire members for our new chapter. Human or ghoul it doesn't matter so long as you deem them loyal. He heard the sirens of the CCG. His seven knights made to leave only to stop at his command.

They were used to following orders, good. He didn't feel like dealing with insubordination. "Relax we are a corporate religion as of midnight, last night. All the paper work has been filed legally as a practitioner of the Sol faith the CCG cannot attack you without violating the freedom of religion act." One of the ghouls turned to him.

"Do you really believe that a simple piece of paper will stop the CCG from trying to kill us." It was Kaiba one of his knights who spoke. The ghoul was a ukaku, bikaku chimera unlike the normal red his kagune was a blue almost white color.

Herold laughed. It was loud and long. I will admit I have my doubts but if they do we have a lot to gain. If they don't then I will teleport us out of here. So, no real loss.

His camera was still rolling if this was going to work then it had to be on YouTube. He could just feel the subscribers increasing with every step the CCG investigators took.

The doors burst open revealing Arima the special investigator 1st class. With him were several investigators ready for a fight. They had automatic weapons with what he guessed were quinque rounds. Herold walked up to them his seven knights followed.

"It seems we were late. Though you seem to have made some sort of arrangement with the ghouls behind you. I understand that you aren't a member of the CCG but we will not allow members of the ghoul gang Algeri Tree to escape." The man had a hand on his briefcase he was ready for a fight.

Herold flexed and thought about what he was going to say and how he was going to say it. "Freedom of religion." They all looked at him strangely. "They are my members of the Sol religion. So, they are no longer considered by the government as ghouls but practitioners of a religion."

"That can't be right I will bring up the listed corporate religions right now. Its listed right here. And there are hundreds of names filed under this religion. But how the first time I heard of it was from a YouTube channel. You would have had to complete months' worth of paper work in a single day." One of the investigators said. He had a faded goatee and all the other investigators looked upon him for leadership.

"Herold Satan correct. The YouTuber with mystical abilities. Abilities that border on fantasy to downright impossible. You appeared days ago, and seem to be able to spam new abilities at a moment's notice. I will let you and your followers go only because your videos are entertaining with breakfast." Herold and his seven knights left through the CCG and continued to the 20th ward there they divided.

The fates watched how this strange version of their once pawn ripped apart the very fabric of fate itself. Something had to be done before they lost their hold on this universe all together. They could not directly touch the fate of a god but everything around the deity was fair game. So, they turned their decrepit gazes to Jason. He was supposed to kill the father of Hinomi and set the investigators off against her mother. It was important for the molding of Kaneki.

There was no life left within Jason but his kagune had bit into the destabilized flesh of a forming great old one. So, they twisted a few strings and Jason began to return to life different. After all, 'with strange aeons even death may die.' Jason rose from his death different than before. He slipped away from the CCG with speed he didn't have before.

Hogwarts 1991

Dumbledore sat at the head of the staff table. He sipped wine and blitzed through ministry documents. It was difficult holding a forth position but Albus relished the chance to clean up the wizarding world. He never felt younger.

That is until a single name was called. "Lilith Potter," a girl with pitch black hair and eyes killing curse green sat on the stool. She moved like a ballet dancer and each step looked as if she would fly away. It was then that he noticed a weapon on her side. It was made of bone and radiated such power he nearly choked on his scone.

He waited on baited breath for what house the hat would choose. "Better be Hufflepuff." Albus let out a sigh at least she wasn't in slitherin. In his mind plans half-forgotten came rushing back he wanted to cry. Now he had a fifth position to take. Not only did he have to fix the ministry run the wizingnaut, represent Britain in the ICW, and be headmaster. But now he had to set up a series of tests to make this new Lilith Potter into a true hero. Maybe he could give that position to Snape. Surely the old bat wouldn't mind teaching Lily's daughter.

Lilith Potter saw a boy and didn't want to just gobble him up. Who was this boy why it was Cedric Diggory. And she hated the human from the bottom of her dark heart. Everything about him annoyed her. That cheesy smile, too white complexion, his eyes were too blue like the ocean, and his hair was just perfect. So, ok maybe he wasn't so bad. But she wanted to eat her brother, her mother, and her father. That was part of being what she was. To not feel that way about some boy. It wasn't just the heating of the pistol at her hip that was sending warning bells through her head.

Harry layed with Touka in her bed. He had let himself grow a few inches so he didn't look so short. Just to make it easier to spoon her. They had fallen asleep watching the trilogy. Too much whining from Aniken and Obi Wan.

He was looking through the deep web looking through image after image. Until he found something that send warning bells through his head. It was a yellow sign one that he knew all too well.

Chapter end

Well that was fun. Hey people this is Ultimatedaywriter here with another chapter sorry if it was a long wait. I think I'm getting a little better at this. I am working on an outline for my future chapters so they will come out a little faster I hope.

This has been fun if you have any ideas for the plot I am open for suggestions. I am about to go heavy in the Cthulhu mythos. Nyarlathotep will have a role to play in later chapters. But first it's the king in yellows turn.

If your curious. Harry and Herold Satan are in the future the year 2016. 25 years after Lilith's firth year. I did this mainly because of the technology difference.

Lilith can communicate with Sol because he exists outside of space time. Lilith can visit his plane because they have a twin link. As well as the pieces of Voldemort's soul.

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