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The hunger chapter 5

Sex Harry Potter was slowly becoming obsessed with it. He didn't know why. It bothered him to no end. Right now, he was spooning Touka.

A few weeks ago, it was innocent. But as the amount of power he could recover at a time increased he slowly started to age his body. Now he looked to be around 12.

His grip tightened around the young woman he was sleeping with. She had quickly become his best friend. Together they watched Herold Satan and his seven Lightning knights tear through the 23 ward. She introduced him to Lord of the rings, Lovecraft a scarily accurate account of history, and Warhammer 40K. They watched all the Jet Lee movies together it was like having a life of his own.

Herold Satan and his 7 knight's antics were like watching an old samurai movie. They showed up and found unrest, put down or converted any ghoul or human to their cause, and when it was all over they left. Touka had started calling them his Jedi order. When Harry explained the code they now had to live by she laughed.

He had grown to enjoy her laughter it was one of the few joys he held in life. Memories of the time in zombie infested lands and at the Dursleys were beginning to settle. His mind was clearing up. Even the mark of the king in yellow really didn't bother him now.

Only if the king in yellow was around then it must be in opposition of Cthulhu. But he hadn't felt the ancient city's rising. As an outer god albeit larvae he should have sensed it. Not to mention the lack of dreams. This wasn't a task for Harry Potter this was a task for Sol.

Harry hugged Touka tighter to his chest. He held back his inhuman strength even a ghoul couldn't take his full power. How he wanted her she was his bird soaked in blood. Perhaps he would tell her of his feelings in a few months. He hoped he could hold his hormones at bay for that long.

These thoughts in mind he decided to change how he treated Touka. Instead of these in room hang outs he would take her to the cinema. If he was going to make her his bird, then he would treat her like it. Only what could he give a ghoul in place of chocolate, that wasn't human body parts. He was beginning to love her but he didn't have it in him to murder and chop up people for her. Not that she wanted him to.

He rolled over on his back. Touka liked to look as human as possible. There was a darkness in her. The darkness in her was bitter towards humans. She hid it well when he was around.

Harry got out of bed and left her room. He stepped out of the shop and leapt upon the roof. The cold air didn't bother him he had more heat in his body than ever.

His body shifted into a truly alien form. In the moonlight, he showed his sensory form. It was hideous with many tentacles and mouths. They hugged a humanoid body. Harry's body was jet black with green eyes that glowed with inhuman light. He had no mouth on his face. He had an uncountable number for communication organs. They spoke and said all his worries and fears. They praised him and his triumphs all in the same breath.

Even in this form the lust was unbearable. But he contained it with inhuman grace. There was a presence out there one like his Herold Satan form. If he wasn't mistaken it was made from his very cells.

Eyes that were of an endless quality and could see beyond time in space opened upon his tentacles. His brain was shocked for a second by the pure sensory overload. As he adapted his senses extended to feel further into the world.

"Harry, you there." He heard her voice and his form turned to her. Her eyes turned red and blood oozed from her nose and ears.

He moved before the insanity could set in. Using his innate psychic power, he grasped her sense of self. Her very personality was on the verge of collapsing. Harry James Potter would not allow it.

Flesh slithered and he infused her mind with his own might. Holding her consciousness together and granting her some understanding. She collapsed in his tentacles.

Some of his tentacles disappeared flowing into Touka. He felt the pull coming from her kagune. He cut the flow instantly and marveled at the change in her. Her RC cells their pattern changed.

He let her down stitching the wound in her mind closed. She would need time to heal, time to return to consciousness. Harry didn't want her to see him in this state. But it couldn't be helped he was too focused on his ghoul to find the ghoul with his eldritch flesh.

Harry had done what he came out here to do. He had located the anomaly that felt like his own flesh. It was the ghoul that wore a Jason hockey mask.

His other selves knew what he knew there was no need to share information. Herold Satan would send his seven knights against the ghoul that stole great old one flesh. They would be ordered the slay the beast and devour him to take the great old one power for themselves.

They needed abilities to put themselves ahead of his growing followers. The world around him blurred he was being pulled to another realm. Harry gripped Touka tight to his chest.

"My son. How you have grown. I am glad to see you." Harry stared into a faceless creature. If he was human his mind would have snapped instantly. Even the voice did not speak in any human language. Too many mouths and vibrating forms.

He looked upon the form of the creature he inherited his eldritch power from. The being was massive on an interplanetary scale. But Harry could make out the presence of trillions upon trillions of souls.

They were there some screamed in the throes of agony. Their screams were haunting, their flesh and bones were ripped apart by souls cursed by fits of rage. Many faced creatures yelled and gurgled as they tortured the souls around them. Orgies raged with many sexual organs of all sizes of shapes. Women, men, and all in between raped one another in orgies thousands of miles long. There were those who had given in to despair and they continuously tried to kill themselves to no avail. But they all had one thing in common they were a part of the creature Nyarlathotep.

"This is our first-time meeting come give your father/mother a kiss." Harry wasn't taking this sitting down. He balled a massive hand around Touka protecting her as he transformed.

His hair became an uncountable number of Dragons they roared and spewed lightning from his head. His head was human like only his eyes were maid of thousands of sensory bodies like the one he had taken earlier. They squirmed in his socket the many tentacles exuding slime to keep irritation at bay. His torso was metallic and held the mighty furnace that refined faith energy. Harry had three arms on each side. The arms muscular with ball joints to allow 360-degree movement. From the waist, down he had strong legs built like a bull's, with humanoid goat feet. Between his legs swung a massive spiked beast it had hundreds of eyes small and arms all around it.

Just as his naked form appeared the soul of Krampus forged into mystical slacks and boots covered his modesty. He blinked and blinked again. His senses were so powerful. Harry could count the hairs on the head of some chick on Nyarlathotep's ass.

A massive hand made of screaming souls brushed through Harry's hair. "Impressive to have survived the transition from an insect to my progeny. As pleasant as it would be to get to know each other. Your woman won't survive here. I must tell you to return to 1991 and enroll into Hogwarts. The fates are at war with you not that you have noticed. Due to your inexperience, they will strike a decisive blow to you soon. So, you must return to Hogwarts and destroy their prophecy." Harry thought about it for a moment then shook his head.

"I can't do it. My name might be Harry Potter but I'm not the chosen one. That isn't my destiny." Harry felt a force overwhelm his own magic power. Harry's body turned into that of an insignificant leach.

"Who are you to tell me what is and isn't. I taught the devil how to lie and cheat. I am the fear in the heart of man and the force that they cannot resist. You will return to Hogwarts." Harry threw off the transformation.

As far as size went he was a speck upon a speck compared to the size of the being before him. "I don't care how powerful you are I won't become a pawn of the fates." The creatures head tilted to the side.

"Did I say you were their pawn spawn of chaos. We are immune to their machinations. All you must do is find and kill this Tom Riddle and then destroy the wizarding world yourself. It is simple easy even. After all this is the perfect time to see your lovely sister. Now go my son when you decide to return to the past simply think it and your uncle will do the rest. But do it soon the time window will close. Within a day." Harry awoke in Touka's bed still snuggling with her.

Like before he rose from the bed and left the room. This time Touka didn't follow him. His hands shook at the memory of being turned into a leach.

With a huff, he took out a piece of paper. He still didn't really know Japanese. His only way of communication was through eldritch telepathy. He quickly wrote down what he had to do and explained that he would be gone for seven days. Signing his name, he placed it on Touka's fridge.

It was time to leave. A hole in space time opened and he walked through. He didn't look back maybe if he had he would have seen Touka's eyes open.

Touka's vision was blurry she remembered seeing something. But when she thought upon it all she saw was a blur. Damn if it wasn't frustrating. She turned her head to not see a sleeping Harry.

Her stomach gurgled. Well since he wasn't here Touka got up and opened her fridge. It was empty. She remembered downing a chili dog for lunch yesterday. It must have been her last one.

Without a thought, she wrote a note and placed it over one with English hand writing. Figuring it was one of her notes form school she ignored it. She decided to go out hunting.

Harry appeared in a well-lit home. A strange man and women were at the front door. The man had pitch black hair and gave off a familiar feeling. The woman was a busty blonde with Asian features. She had the most peculiar whisker marks on the side of her cheeks. Her sparkling blue eyes locked on to his. "There he is professor."

When the man turned to him he knew who it was immediately. Nyarlathotep but who was the blond she didn't give off an eldritch feel she felt more, divine. A demi god perhaps.

The eyes of a stern looking witch caught his. A small smile appeared on her face. "Hello young man my name is Professor McGonagall. I was sent by my school's headmaster to explain magic to you. You are Sol Nyarlathotep aren't you?" Harry nodded.

His eyes met the eldritch abomination's. He gave a casual nod. Sol Nyarlathotep approached the professor. "Magic mem do you mean the things that I can do. I just thought I had psychic powers." Minerva snorted.

"You will find Mr. Nyarlathotep that such things as psychic powers don't exist. Magic on the other hand is very real." She transformed into a cat and jumped over Sol. Returning to her human form she made the coffee table dance and chairs levitate. She made sure to pronounce every syllable of her spells.

"That is all well in good Mrs. McGonagall but I fear my family isn't so wealthy to afford a private school. Is there perhaps a scholarship program?" Nyarlathotep said.

"There is of course the muggleborn fund. So long as his grades are kept up to an acceptable level his tuition and all necessary school supplies are paid for in full. Now if that is all would your family be willing to take a trip to Diagon Alley?" Sol looked to the Eldritch being.

"I see no problem, Naruko honey I will get your purse." The blonde kissed the outer god as he walked by. They gathered just outside the house and the professor teleported them to the alley.

"First we need to visit Gringots and it is there that muggle currency can be exchanged for wizarding currency." Sol thought that it was a scam and made plans to assassinate the goblin leader and ransack their holds.

A gentle hand gripped his shoulder. "I know how it feels to have a mission and you must be feeling nervous. But I just want you to know I plan to be your mother from now on Sol. Believe it." Sol blinked away thoughts of destroying the goblin nation.

"What do you know about assassination?" The blonde woman blinked then pondered his question.

"If you mean the professor she has always been a pawn to the current leader of the wizarding world. I believe Tepy called him Bumbbles the great and foolish. If you mean the manager of the bank well it's always better to not be seen in the streets near the building before the assassination. In other words, calm your blood lust sport." Sol frowned he needed a kill and he needed it now.

It was amazing how a simple name change can change one's personality and role. Without the Potter name, he felt different like a weight had been lifted form his shoulders.

They walked through the main gate the goblin guards barely gave them a second glance. The approached a teller. "I would like to withdraw fifty galleons from the school vault." The goblin nodded. He tossed the professor a sack.

The professor raised an eyebrow. "Just saving time it's often better have these things prepared." Sol starred hard at the goblin teller. "Is there something you want boy."

"What do your women look like?" He blurted out. The goblin laughed he didn't seem offended in the least.

"He pulled out a leather wallet and showed a few pictures of beautiful green skinned women. That one is my little girl she is about your age I will tell her to owl you. Young man what did you say your name was?"

"Sol Nyarlathotep," Sol said. The goblin nodded and wrote the name down. Well master Nyarlathotep you should be ready for a letter tonight.

Harry nodded and the professor rushed them out. "In all my years, I have never been so embarrassed." He heard the teacher mumble under her breath. "Lucky, we all weren't thrown out we are." Imagine a very thick Gallic accent.

They went to Olivander's wand shop. As soon as he stepped in he felt the wands try to tug at his magic. But he ignored them and kept his magic closely tucked under his skin. Sol turned on his heel to the old man. The man was so shocked by the sudden turn that he gripped at his chest. "Going to give an old man a heart attack."

They heard McGonagall snort. "As often as you do that to every poor child who wonders in here. You certainly deserve it."

"So, my little Sol needs a wand does he just grab one and wave them." Naruko said. As she moved her boobs jiggled. He tried desperately not to watch.

The elderly wand maker coughed. "Yes, well try this one dragon heart string and mahogany." Harry waved it and it felt right perfect the entire shop lit in a blaze. They quickly ran out all but Sol and Nyarlathotep.

The eldritch being turned to him and gave a thumb up. "That's my boy." He walked over to the wands ablaze and put his hands against the fire. "It's good to just sit by a fire and take a load off sometimes. Question why aren't you obsessed with working in gardens, doing dishes, and helping out around the house." Sol thought about it and raised his left arm. It was gone now due to the slight changes he made in this body. But the creature before him understood.

"Yes, such an action as suicide can have a reaction. But usually it's negative." Harry shrugged and thought about it.

"It was either continue to self-fail or try my hardest. I had already attempted the ultimate self-fail. So, I guess a part of me now knows it's useless." They walked out of the inferno that was Olivander's shop.

Many red cloaked men aurors they were called sent out blasts of water at the flames. But it was useless the fire had time to feed on the magic of the wands it wasn't going out soon. Sol pocketed the wand and tossed three galleons to the distraught wand maker.

The professor lead them next to flourish and blots. There they purchased the 1st year texts. Sol managed to snag a very controversial book of rituals. The book had so much dust on it that it was camouflaged into a shelf.

Then they made their way to a clothing store Madame Malkin's robes for all occasions. His parents were told to wait outside by a fast-talking young woman. Sol didn't mind.

Sol was feeling irritated now. The woman who was doing his robes kept trying to stab pins into his body. When they couldn't pierce, his skin, did she stop nope, she stabbed harder. It didn't help that she demanded that he strip even his boxers off.

The woman's name was Angela Bisbee she was a pretty, black woman. Just out of Hogwarts. It wouldn't be so bad if every time she bent over he didn't get a shot of her cleavage. So now the monster between his legs kept looking up and it took all his control to keep it from raising its head. "And done do you want to look, in the mirror." Sol let out a sigh and stepped off the stool.

He stared at himself in the mirror. His scar was gone now only a ring he wore on his right hand. The lightning bolt was bright yellow set in a thick emerald. The band was tungsten.

His face wasn't too much different only his eyes were slanted in a way more like his sisters. His eyes were their normal green. His hair was spiked to look like Vegeta's. Sol had pale skin almost silvery in appearance.

The robe was nice jet black and charmed to change per his house colors. He knew he would be a griffindork just by the gall he had to ask the goblin about their women. Honestly, he didn't mind red and gold they would go with his skin tone he guessed.

They fit well tight in the chest and baggy around the crotch just how he liked it. Though form fitting he had a freedom of movement that he didn't think they could offer. It was even comfortable.

He thanked and payed the women then made to leave. "Take your hands off me you mud blood bitch. Don't you know who my father is, I will have you in Azkaban." He looked over to see the nice lady struggling with some blond-haired kid." She hadn't even asked him to remove his clothes like she had him. Nope all she had done was ask him to get on the stool.

"What's going on here?" A woman with blond hair and a sneer walked in. She looked every bit the mother of the blond boy. The blond looked the woman up and down. "Draco get out of here this woman doesn't work here. She isn't even a witch" Before his eyes a kagune burst form the woman's back. Six red tentacles rushed after the blond just as she put up a barrier spell.

"To think I get to have three meals for the price of one." The black woman said. Her rinkaku stretched out like spider's web and struck Sol in the chest. Sol felt a wetness flow down from his abdomen.

Looking down at his abdomen he noticed he was speared through. He tried to move but he couldn't move his legs. Even his arms no longer obeyed him. How he thought, how could I have been wounded by a mere ghoul. It was then that he sensed it.

It was hidden within the inactive kagune. This ghoul had swallowed over 20 lives of wizards. Their magic cores now fueled her kagune. When he tried, he could sense them intermingling combining slowly within the organ.

Sol unleashed a payload of lightning from his reserves. The buildup of energy was so quick that the kagune was burnt off from his body. The ghoul shrieked.

She swatted Narcissa Malfoy and her spawn away with three wrapped tendrils. The ghoul turned on Sol. Her rikaku regenerated its cut tendril.

"You will be eaten first sugar. To think I was going to let you go before the witch outed me." Sol let her keep talking he needed the time to heal his spine and the hole in his gut. His regeneration was slow much slower than it had been.

He left his fighter core with the other body. He thought his godly form would need it more. If he had just focused on meditation more then maybe this wouldn't have happened. No, this wasn't the time to panic.

This reminded him of his time back at the zombie world when he was just starting out. He was always afraid he would die at the next encounter. Back then he worked hard to build strong fortifications out of brick, then concrete, until finally his coveted steel. Back then he used whatever tool or weapon was available he even went as far as to throw rocks.

But he did have a tool a wand. He withdrew it from his pocket. "I don't know how you're standing human it must be something to do with you magical. Oh, how I love your flavor. You didn't let me get a taste for you when I dressed you. How about you give me a taste of your flesh." Sol held his wand firmly the heat from the dragon core sang to him. It sang of hunger unfulfilled and wrath yet to be unleashed. The little wand reminded him of the swords from bleach. Maybe he had found his soul cutter.

With Sol's reserves, he could have raised a hand and reduced the woman to ash. He could have yelled with a sound charm to stun her. Or he could follow his wands lead and use fire. Once the fire spell was formed Sol took over pouring a massive amount of mana into it altering the spell into a new form.

Sol slashed his wand five times, never saying a word. This was instinctive magic the power of dragons his kin. This was his element.

There was no light show there was no need for one. The woman's head, arms, and legs were cut off her torso fell. Two other cuts removed the rinkaku from her body. A dragon's urge over took him and he followed it. The tentacles still moved of their own accord but Sol was aware and dodged them.

Now upon the kagune Sol twirled his wand. "What are you doing?" The woman Narcissa said.

"Claiming the spoils of war." Harry said. He stabbed his wand into the rinkaku. Then he took his hand off his wand and watched. The kagune clamped around the wand and a battle of wills began.

With twenty wizards cores the kagune had formidable might at its disposal. But his wand pulled from a nigh infinite pool of mana. Where the wand touched, red liquid flowed into it. The wand grew then like a sapling it sprouted reaching ever greater heights. All the while the kagune shriveled.

When the staff was over six feet in height Sol pulled it out. Where the wand tip penetrated now a bulb of hardened kagune flesh sat. He could feel it and he understood it. Even made into wand materials the dragon still strived to increase its own power. A phoenix wand would have burned the kagune to ash. A phoenix wand would never try to improve upon itself. But a dragon that was turned into a wand. It had already lost its pride and had nothing left to lose.

When he held his new staff, he heard a voice masculine and deep enough to shake the mountains. "My name is Hakai the dragon of pillaging. You my partner must follow my lead together we will devour the world." Sol sighed of course he would get the one wand that wanted to rape the world. "Bent tail up dirty into a hill. That's just how I prefer it." And it could read his thoughts when he wasn't putting up mental shielding. Nothing to do here but take it in stride.

"Shame about the woman I could tell you were attracted to her." Sol turned to Narcissa. The woman looked at him in shock.

"Looks like you had a great time and your mother said watching you get fitted would be boring." Nyarlathotep said. Narcissa turned on his supposed father and fired a point blank killing curse.

It slammed into the eldritch god and did absolutely nothing. "But I cast it perfectly how why. I'm sorry I didn't mean to the monster has destroyed my nerves." His father made a sign to relax.

"Don't worry that which knows not death can never die. Or something along those lines. I guess we should call the aurors and let them handle this." The woman stared at him. "That is what your police are called correct." Narcissa quickly put back on her mask of superiority.

"Yes, muggle I will alert them at once to this heinous crime." She turned to her son. The boy was staring at the dead body. It was in pieces clean and neat pieces. There wasn't even any blood. Sol followed the boy's stare.

It was fine work clean lines of super-heated air directed at a target. He would have to add it to his arsenal. "Indeed, we took down our prey with ease and now enjoyed the bloody meal together. Kin of mine why did you not feed I can sense your hunger below the surface. It cries and begs to devour flesh." Sol didn't answer for a time.

"Even if I would have eaten her I would have remained unsatisfied. She just wasn't strong enough prey." He felt a mental nod from Hakai. A small eye formed in the head of his staff and looked upon the world.

Sol could feel an overwhelming blood lust within his staff to burn the world and devour anything in his path. He tightened the grip on his staff. Now wasn't the time to go crazy.

"My god what happened here." Sol turned to see Professor McGonagall walk in with a look of shock on her face. Followed by a team of stressed looking aurors. Sol and the others were quickly taken out of the building and questioned.

"So, son where did you get that staff. Lady Malfoy claims that you defeated the ghoul with a wand. But what possessed you to stab your wand in the ghoul's parasite." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Parasite sir?" The auror sighed. He quickly used a spell and checked the time.

"Not many people know this but ghouls didn't always have the tentacles, tails, and wings they do today. This evolution happened less than 500 years ago, today. Ghouls were once humans bitten by vampires who were used as fodder. They were mindless machines that followed whatever direction their masters told them. If they were without a master, they would hang around graveyards and feed on the freshly dead. But that changed when the parasite appeared. Ghouls gained a more human like appearance. They were no longer weakened by the daylight and worse they gained full sentience. But worse of all they no longer fed on dead bodies. They became carnivores instead of scavengers. We try to keep them fed and away from magical flesh here in Britain but occasionally, one goes rogue and this happens." The man rubbed at his face.

"You have to understand with the laws that the new minister has passed they have better lives now than ever. But now that they have some wiggle room it seems they want to stretch it as far as it goes. Once the papers come out with the pile of bones we found in one of the cupboards the public will demand action. Though at least we got this one wrapped up. All except for how you killed a ghoul that was powered up with 20 wizards worth of magic. And how your wand transformed into a staff."

Sol let out a groan he would have to give some information. "I got my wand at Olivanders and it is the jealous type. So instead of letting the old man find me a better match he burned away the competition. When we fought the ghoul, it was more my wand doing the fighting than me. As for transforming into a staff I guess my wand was hungry and it ate the magic within the ghoul. There was too much magic for its wand form so it had to grow." The auror wrote it all down on the spot.

"Actually, it was more like a collaboration between the two of us. I was just going to unleash a massive fire blast and help you escape. But you changed the spell as we empowered it into something truly deadly. Only one of my kin could have come up with such a magnificent use of fire." My god Sol wanted to shake his head at the dragons attempts to butter him up.

"Well I will get this to the unspeakables they will want to dive into the mysteries of dragon related wand lore as soon as possible. Thank you for your time Sol Nyarlathotep we will be sure to send you a recruitment letter when you graduate." On his way, back to his father and mother air quotes. He heard McGonagall.

He heard her sobbing. "My students I had no idea that monster had done such a thing. That woman told me yesterday that they were going to stay later and that they didn't want to take any more of my time. I was so busy if only I had checked on them maybe they would still be alive." She broke down into sobs.

"We did find one still alive. Her name was Hermione Granger I believe. She was one of the muggleborns you took here. We took her to Saint Mungos it is believed that she will make a full recovery physically. Psychologically well we will just have to wait and see." Tears continued to fall from older woman's face.

"Reach for the sky." Sol knew that voice. He felt a weight on his back and a cold tongue like over one of the arteries in his neck. Sol dropped his staff and quickly spun around gripping the girl in a tight bear hug.

She kicked off his chest knocking him back a step summersaulted through the air and landed lightly on her tip toes. "Hello big brother what name are you going by today." Sol just smiled and chuckled a bit.

"Sol Nyarlathotep for the next seven years." How did you like my present. The girl grinned and twirled it on her finger.

"I have so many kills with it oh and I love the new staff. What was wrong with the old one. Ice blasts get boring?" Sol chuckled again. She was just too adorable.

"No this is my Hogwarts wand well, staff now. I evolved it by letting it feed on the kagune of a ghoul. The ghoul ate like 20 wizards and a couple humans before so I had a lot of juice." Sol said.

"Damn big bro so your packing some serious heat now. Care to let me get ahold of your staff and see how to work it." Sol smiled.

"My god woman your horrible." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"I try, now what was up with the wand shop burning and the whole Policia gang bang at the clothing shop. I wanted to get some all crimson robes with gold lace trimming. It was going to look so epic with my black hair and green/red eyes." Sol shook his head.

"Year that's where I found the ghoul. Wasn't even going to kill her till she impaled me." She nodded sagely.

"True fisting is an experience I don't want to go through either. So is your butt ok. Did she at least give you're a curtesy loogy before diving in?" Sol blinked then blinked again.

"She stuck a tendril through my stomach and out through my spine. There was no sex involved." She looked at him strangely. Lilith walked up and felt at Sol's forehead.

"Huh your body temperature is only a little above mine. That's weird because my blood normally stays at a comfortable 70 Fahrenheit." Sol wasn't going to go into detail about how he had proto metallic skin or how he had heavy metals in his body to hold back his temperature. If his body was 100% human, then he would literally melt.

A cold hand clamped around his junk, right through his pants. She pulled her hand out and showed him it was sticky. "Ok so you were definitely horny recently. My question is why didn't you go at it with her before you killed her?" He blinked and felt more violated than he had ever felt. Say what you will about his child beating relatives at least they weren't pedophiles. Or at least he hoped he was unconscious for a long time sometimes.

"Sigh, my hopeless big brother you should always get everything you possibly can out of your prey before you sink your teeth in. But don't worry I had to learn that lesson myself. You will learn it too." Sol had forgotten just how evil Lilith was. She was a Nosferatu but there should be a limit.

She patted the side of his face. No, she was rubbing his own lube on his face. With a thought the liquid burned away. "Sorry to cut our reunion short but I have to return to my foster family. So, see you on the train to Hogwarts."

"Yea, I will definitely see you. Oh, and I advise you to buy a porno and masturbate. You seem a bit pent up brother." His eye twitched. "I'm bringing my own stockpile. We'll compare on the train." Sol just starred at her as she vanished into bloody mist then disappeared.

He shook his head and walked back to where he sensed his father. The Professor was too distraught to pay them any attention. But the Lady Malfoy had decided to help them as a way of thanks.

When they were, all gathered, he saw Narcissa giving his foster mother disapproving looks. Well he supposed to a woman raised to be a pureblood brood mare would disapprove of her. Naruko looked to be the embodiment of a trophy wife. Massive tits, sunny blonde hair, and a tan complexion she fit the part. Only Nyarlathotep wouldn't claim an air head to have any affiliation with himself.

Someone with enough pride to claim to have taught the devil to lie and cheat would not suffer such indignity. No there had to be more to the blond. Sol had already had an example knowledge of espionage. He wouldn't be surprised if he could ask her about weak points and receive a play by play of how the goblins worked.

Behind the smiling motherly demeaner the woman gave off were eyes that were always watching and calculating. He saw an example of it now. Her eyes danced from my blood splattered robes, to Draco, and then to Narcissa. "It seems I missed out on some fun today. What attacked you son." Sol relaxed and met the woman's eyes.

"Just a ghoul mother nothing I can't handle." She nodded. "I bought a subscription to the paper I'm sure I will read all about it very soon. Why I bet the prophet as it's called will send out an emergency issue." Sol looked over to Nyarlathotep. The eldritch god was smiling and happily whistling.

"By the way young man did the healer look at you. I'm sure you lost a lot of blood." Sol unpinned his robes to show unblemished skin.

"But how I saw the creature's limb go right through you." Draco shouted. His mother put a hand on his shoulder.

"Is it that staff of yours what other secrets could it hold now." She looked upon his staff with greedy eyes.

"Don't let that woman put her disgusting hands on me. I will not be held by a mere monkey." Sol was almost shocked by his staff's hatred but it didn't matter. He had no desire to give the Malfoy family more power.

"Nope it isn't the staff just good genes. His father is the same way. Could take a metal rod through the chest and be fine a few minutes after. It's just the Nyarlathotep line's healing factor at work. No different from the black families metamophamagus." Narcissa's eyes shown in confusion. But she nodded all the same.

"I can take you as far as Surrey will that do." They nodded. When they were all touching the woman she teleported them.

Just as quickly as they popped into the little village the dark witch left them. Her desire to affiliate with muggles and muggle spawn ending as soon as it began. Sol was unbothered he didn't like dealing with bitches either.

"Well now that the mortal is out of the way why don't we go home." Almost instantly they were back at the cozy home. Well on the front lawn anyway. It looked so tiny from here no more than a two bedroom one bath. But the inside was different.

Nyarlathotep had expanded the interior to a ridiculous level. Within this small hovel rested a massive castle hundreds of workshops and anything he could ask for. All of which was merely his room. He looked back at the figure that was his father.

"So, what does your room contain the entire shinobi world." He smiled and placed a finger at his nose.

Sol looked upon what amounted to his own sci-fi universe within four square wooden walls. When he opened the door, there was only darkness. He and the eldritch god had traveled light years in their eldritch forms to reach this place. Even so it was merely one world among an infinite number within a room of a two bedroom one bath house. What if he repeated the feat in a bedroom among this world would he be within a universe within a universe within a universe. He knew the answer yes, they went on forever. He had the power to destroy this one from the outside. But so too did Nyarlathotep. Closing his eyes, he landed on the world it was still a 15 day before he had to leave on the express. He supposed he would turn this world into his domain.

2016 Tokyo Japan the day Harry left

The 7 knights tore through the wards of Tokyo speaking of their new god. They shouted down the naysayers and executed the ghouls that refused to change their ways. All that fell in line were treated as brothers and sisters.

It was this day that a man in a trench coat wearing goggles approached them. He demanded that they stopped what they were doing. He even claimed that they were destroying the balance of the city. Kaiba laughed at the man and attempted to run him through with his sword. The man got away and told them that their death would come soon.

They were not afraid to die. What they were doing would unify all ghouls and humans. Their cause was just and they would be unsatisfied until the unification was complete.

It had been three weeks since their change and they hadn't felt the pangs of hunger. In their eyes, it was a miracle. They decided that the miracles needed to be spread to every ghoul whether they wanted it or not.

It was in the 24th ward that they met Jason. All of them were at the ready. Swords were brandished made from metal in their god's own forge. They had their orders to kill the torturous sun of a bitch and they would carry it out without a regret.

Chapter end

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