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Chapter Eighteen - On The Eve of War
It was the disconcerting feeling of being watched that dragged Harry from the arms of Morpheus. Without altering his breathing or lowering the wings wrapped tightly around his chilled body, he expanded his aura, cautiously searching the narrow chamber. His power flit through the room, alighting on each article and fixture hidden within the darkness until, at last, the seething energy settled upon a beacon of power resting a mere eight feet from the raven-haired Retriever.
Muscles tensing, Harry eyed the individual's aura, his magic highlighting the streaks of ivory and gold tracing delicate patterns within the ebony energy. As if sensing his touch, the shadowy individual stretched out their aura, forcing Harry's magic to retreat. That light brush was all Harry needed. Muttering an inaudible curse, he opened his eyes and inhaled softly. Immediately the smell of ambrosia and iron overwhelmed his olfactory senses, the taste of iron so strong upon his tongue his narrowed orbs watered.
"Were on the eve of war, Retriever, and you sleep," the being stated calmly, taking a soft footed step forward.
Snorting disdainfully, Harry lowered his right wing and glared over its edge at the interloper. "And you consider harassing me more productive, James Mortimer Porter?" He snarled, his lips curling into a disgusted sneer. His emerald orbs flashed when the dark-haired Angel chuckled lightly, the sound raising the hair at the nape of his neck. Fluidly he rose, eyeing the former demon skeptically as he stretched his wings.
Dressed in a white loincloth with a gold braided cord circling his hips and matching sandals, James Porter didn't appear the least bit frightening. The twin swords peeping over his shoulders, however, did give the Retriever pause. Cautiously, Harry reached for the hilt of his sword, sliding his fingers over the metal in a comforting caress.
Noting the demon's movement, the shaggy haired Angel reached for one of his blades, his calloused digits grasping engraved silver. "No, but it's definitely more entertaining," James drawled. The Angel took a delicate step backward, tilting his head to the side as his gaze swept over the Retriever. Brow furrowing, he opened heavily feathered wings, carelessly displaying the steel gray appendages. His sapphire orbs narrowed, long lashes unable to hide the eerie glow emitted by the twin spheres.
Following the Angel's gaze, Harry smirked slowly, his eyes drifting back toward the dark-haired male's arched wings. "They're bigger than yours," he purred smugly, lifting his sooty wings tauntingly.
"They are not!" James snapped, furling his wings quickly. Brow crinkling, the Angel glared at the demon, his knuckles whitening on the hilt of his second sword. Taking an aggressive step forward, James hunched his shoulders and then stilled, his head tilting to the side as his expression darkened. With an unhappy hiss, he released the weapon and retreated a few steps, rolling his eyes as he went. "I'm not supposed to fight with you," he admitted grudgingly.
"Leash a little short?" Rebuked Harry, widening his eyes innocently.
Releasing an outraged bellow, James struck. His sword whistled through the air, the metal gleaming under the faint light cast by the torches hanging on the walls. He realized his mistake when the Retriever sprang nimbly to the left, the sword he'd been fondling held tightly in his right hand. Uttering a grunt of self-loathing, James accepted the blow the demon dealt him, wincing as the iron weapon connected with the back of his skull and sent him to his knees.
Shifting restlessly on the balls of his feet, Harry twirled the sword he held, watching the Angel rise slowly through shimmering orbs. "I thought you weren't supposed to fight with me?" He quipped, tilting his head to the right. His wings grated together as he moved, the noise rivaling the rattling of chains.
Straightening carefully, James turned to face the waiting demon. "I was sent to aid you in the completion of your task," he snarled, lifting a hand to probe his aching skull. He cringed at the pain that radiated from the spot he poked, gritting his teeth together. Drawing a deep breath, he lifted his chin and glared at Harry, his fingers tangling in the dark locks that swung about his face.
"I neither need nor want your help," Harry stated, hefting his sword. He eyed the dark-haired Angel for a long moment, his emerald orbs glowing with a sinister light. For several seconds he waged an internal war, fighting the urge to mercilessly slaughter the former Retriever. A visible shudder racked him, the sudden tremor seeming to bank the fire burning within his eyes. "Be gone, Porter," he rasped finally. Taking a small retreating step, he gave a curt nod and then spun around, gliding toward the door.
"Do you really think any Retriever you summon will want to help you, Harry James Potter?"
Harry stiffened at the drawled question, his fingers clenching around the golden hilt of the sword he still clutched. He turned slowly, eyebrows lifting in question. "Whatever do you mean?" Although spoken softly, the query was laced with a deadly combination of malice and curiousity. Wings rustling, the Retriever prowled toward the smirking angel.
Offering the demon a smug smile, James lifted his chin and widened his eyes. "Do you really believe any Retriever who answered a Summons would do so out of the goodness of their heart?" He shook his head slowly, his grin growing. "Of course not. They'd come merely to see who had the audacity to attempt such a thing. And maybe, just maybe, once they had finished breaking every bone in your body, they would listen to your explanations."
Emerald orbs flashing, the Retriever tilted his head, carefully considering the Angel's mocking words. He nibbled on his lower lip and absently slid the sword he carried into its sheath, fingers remaining lightly on the tanzanite set in the hilt. "You underestimate my brethren," he stated finally. Not a trace of doubt coloured the statement; his thoughts, however, were filled with it. Retrievers were anything but patient. When they wanted something, they took it. If they were upset, everyone around them was quickly made aware of that fact. Chances were, upon their arrival, they'd set upon him like wolves on a lamb.
"I am your brethren." James growled impatiently. Before the younger male could respond, he lifted a hand, halting any argument Harry would have voiced. "Once, I was as good as you. My name spoken upon the Mortal plane would send demons scurrying for the safety of Hell. The place you hold in Hades' throne room was mine. And though I serve a new Lord, my job remains the same."
Shifting, Harry dipped his head in acknowledgment. "The truth you speak," he muttered unhappily. His brow furrowed as he considered his options, his hand falling away from the sword slung across his back. With a barely audible sigh, he relented, his brow smoothing and his eyes lifting to meet burning sapphires. "What do you suggest I do, then, Porter?"
"Gateway," James breathed, a wolfish smile sliding across his features. His eyes flashed, a light flickering within their depths that caused the dark-haired Retriever to shift uneasily. Chuckling menacingly, he opened his pale wings and dipped his head. "Unless, of course, you believe yourself incapable of creating a simple doorway between the planes? "
Harry caught the barely concealed implication. "Are you insinuating that I'm weak?" He snapped, hands fisting at his hips. The shadows hovering at the edge of the room writhed at the tone of his voice, pressing in on the pair dangerously. Flickering wildly, the flames of the torches leapt and sputtered intermittently, their light fading as the thickening shadows crept closer to the Angel.
"I merely asked a simple question," James denied, touching his chest lightly with the tips of his fingers. Attempting to appear as innocent as possible, he dipped his chin, his brow furrowing. "It is believed that what one hears concealed within the words of another is often an expression of one's deepest fears and concerns. Do you, Harry James Potter, believe yourself to be weak? Maybe even . . . inadequate?"
"Inadequate?" Harry repeated with a snarl. "I'll show you inadequate," he growled, hauling his sword from its sheath and beginning a menacing glide forward. A stabbing pain that shot through his head broke his smooth strides, the savage pounding centered on the lightning bolt scar set within his forehead. Hissing in pain, he dropped to his knees and pressed the heel of his palm against the mark, consciously aware of the fact that James had also collapsed and was swearing inelegantly while furiously massaging his temples.
The pair of you had best settle down before I'm forced to come down there, Lily's voice whispered angrily through the darkness. Along the walls of the chamber, the flames of the torches stretched toward the ceiling, their bright light forcing the hovering shadows to retreat to the corners of the room.
"Lily, darling," James grit out between his teeth, his eyes squeezed tightly closed. "Perhaps you could-"
Don't 'darling' me, James, Lily snapped. If you could act your age for once I wouldn't be forced to monitor your actions. However, seeing as the pair of you would rather scrap like a pair of feral hounds then perform the simple task given to you, you've given me no choice but to intervene. Hence forth, Harry is in charge.
"I'm not about to take orders from some green Retriever who can't even sharpen his own sword!" James roared, immediately regretting the rash words as the pounding in his skull intensified. Clasping his head between his hands, he moaned in pain and slowly tipped forward until his forehead touched the cool stones of the dungeon floor.
I think youll do as I say, the female Angel threateningly breathed. As if a switch had been thrown within their minds, the stabbing pain stopped, leaving the two males sprawled panting on the floor staring in terrified fascination at the dark ceiling. Now stop screwing around and get to work.
"Yes, dear," James whimpered. A look of pure relief slid across his features when Lily failed to respond. Straightening carefully, he shot Harry a warning look before scrambling to his feet and smoothing down his loincloth, ignoring the noticeable trembling of his hands. "Would you prefer to mold the gate, or shall I?" He politely asked.
Still eyeing the ceiling warily, Harry stretched out his wings and then refolded them, rearranging the dark tips until they rested lightly against his back. "I've never had need of a gate and am unsure of how exactly one is created," he admitted grudgingly. Still clutching his sword, he clambered to his feet and peered nervously around, acting much like a chastised schoolboy.
Arching a brow, James shrugged and turned to face the nearest wall, his narrowed orbs sweeping over it thoughtfully. "A little bit of magic and a few runes done in blood is all it takes. It's really quite simple," he said, approaching a spot on the wall that appeared promising. His brow wrinkled as he ran a hand gently over the stone, the magic of his aura pulsing faintly.
With a wave of his hand, Harry indicated that James should begin. Rocking back on his heels, he shot a glare at the blackened ceiling and considered his options, his free hand lifting to touch the scar on his forehead. It seemed that Zeus was just as demanding as Hades. Lips curling around a silent growl, he hunched his shoulders. Harry James Potter took orders from one Lord, and sometimes that one was one too many. Of course, should Hades discover his current whereabouts, he wouldn't have to worry about serving anyone or anything. Pushing the grim thought away, he turned his attention to James and the Gate that was slowly beginning to take shape before him.
"It's called initiative," Sirius snapped, shooting Remus a dirty look.
"Harry's going to kill you," the incubus replied, glancing anxiously over his shoulder in search of the Retriever. He lightly ruffled his wings before shifting his gaze back to Sirius, pondering his chances of getting through the minor demon's latest scheme unscathed.
Scoffing loudly, Sirius slid through the Gryffindor Common Room, his head abuzz with all the wonderfully horrible things he was going to do to wizards' dreams. "Harry doesn't have the time to perform a trivial thing like this. We're simply doing him a favour, one which he'll be most grateful for."
Nope, Remus thought, he was definitely going to end up in serious pain after this little stunt. Sighing, he trailed after the minor demon, his wings held tightly against his back. Please Hades, he internally prayed, keep watch over your most dutiful servant in his time of need.
Pursing his lips, Harry eyed the Gate doubtfully. Its creation had been simple really, requiring only six runes, a little dark magic, and lot of demon blood. Orbs narrowing in remembrance of how that blood had been obtained, the Retriever ran a light finger over the new scar adorning his left wrist. He tipped his head to the right and inhaled, glorying in the familiar smell of brimstone and sulphur that hung in the air about the Gate.
"All done," James announced cheerfully, stepping back and proudly planting his hands on his hips. His wings opened with a crack and he puffed his chest out, shooting Harry a look that could have been considered condescending. "Now, all we have to do is-" Mouth closing with a snap, the Angel frowned and tilted his head sideways, eyes widening as the runes surrounding the Gate flared to life.
"Is it supposed to do that?" Harry asked, absently reaching for his sword. His question was answered when James began to back up quickly, lifting both his hands to grasp the twin swords slung across his back. Heaving a mournful sigh, the Retriever tugged his iron sword free of its sheath and settled his weight onto the balls of his feet. His wings unfolded with a hiss, the dark tips swinging forward to guard his sides. He bounced the sword lightly within his hold, trying to suppress the anticipation welling within him.
Offering the raven-haired demon an apologetic grin, James tugged his swords into his hands and swung them into position. "Not exactly," he mumbled, his gaze fastened on the pulsing outline of the door drawn upon the wall. He darted another look at Harry, his grin growing at the look of excitement plastered across the Retrievers features. Ah, to be a demon again. To kill thoughtlessly without worrying about the consequences. To be merciless and rude and-
With a mind-numbing wail, the Gateway took form. Blinding light poured from its center, the glow forcing both males to shield their eyes and retreat. The smell of brimstone and sulphur became over powering; the scent carried upon a wave of dark magic that washed through the room and swallowed the light of the torches. Tendrils of darkness crept free of the Gate, sliding silently along the walls as if searching for some unsuspecting soul to drag back into the depths of Hell. And then they came.
Gliding forth from the swirling portal like hunting wolves, the shadowy forms circled the room. They fanned out silently, exchanging mocking smiles that flashed sharp fangs. Hands tipped with dagger like nails reached for swords and axes, fondling the weapons with a familiarity that spoke of decades of practice. When the last individual slipped free of the gate, the portal snapped closed, leaving the room bathed in unrelenting darkness. Slowly, the torches hanging on the walls stretched tentative fingers toward the ceiling, revealing the faces of those who had passed through the Gate.
Muscles tensing, Harry shifted uneasily. His gaze swept over the eight individuals gathered around him, taking in their familiar faces and the oddly patient looks they wore. Face twisting into a scowl of displeasure, he bared glistening teeth and narrowed his eyes on the Retriever standing directly in front of him. "Maylan," he bit out, "who told you to await my call?" His assumption was confirmed when the red-haired demon tossed back his head and laughed heartily. "I'm going to kill that interfering Angel."
"You should be pleased, Potter," Maylan stated, his sky blue eyes dancing with mirth. "If we hadn't been told to expect a call for aid, you might have ended up with a bunch of insufferable morons. Instead, you got us. You should be giving your thanks to Lily, not plotting her death."
Shooting the older Retriever a disbelieving glare, Harry returned his attention to the rag-tag group. It was hard to imagine that the individuals standing silently under his perusal were of the same breed. Each was remarkably different; from the colour of their hair to their heights, the eight demons had almost nothing in common. If it weren't for the heavy black wings sprouting from between their shoulder blades and the smell of iron that hung about them, he would have assumed they were average demons. But he knew every one of them. Knew their names and reputations, their skills and their weaknesses.
"No greetings for me?" James jovially asked, breaking the lengthening silence. His seemingly sudden appearance caused a stir among the Retrievers, bringing them forward with smiles and outstretched hands.
Rolling his eyes, Harry slid his sword away and crossed his arms. The Retrievers currently slapping James on the back were ancient; the eldest of the breed still permitted to hunt. While he may not have been happy with Lily's interference, he was greatly pleased with the small force he'd been allotted. Of course, if Hades found out exactly what his Retrievers had been doing in their spare time, more than one head would roll. Which brought him back to exactly why he was huddled in the dungeons of a castle in the middle of winter surrounded by Retrievers with the mark of Zeus upon his forehead.
"Do any of you know why you're here?" He demanded, his question bringing the attention of the group back to him. A sigh escaped him when the Retrievers exchanged glances and shrugged in indifference, obviously not caring about the reason for their combined presence upon the Mortal plane. Lifting a hand, he rubbed at the lightning bolt upon his forehead, biting his lip as he fought down the urge to howl like a mad dog.
"To kill something?" A lean brunet guessed, his brown eyes narrowed in thought.
"Harry James Potter would not need our aid to kill something, Cadyn," Maylan spat in disgust, elbowing the shorter Retriever aside.
Returning the shove, the brunet snarled and reached for the short sword hanging at his waist. "Are you calling me stupid?" He hissed, his wings creeping upward defensively. With a soft whistle, the sword he carried was dragged free of its sheath, the iron blade shimmering under the torchlight.
"It sounded like he was," one of the other Retriever's interjected, his red orbs darting back and forth between the pair. Shifting his weight, he wrapped his hand around the shaft of the massive war axe he wore.
"It did indeed sound like an insult, Mortwyn," agreed a tall blond Retriever. Transferring his attention from the red-eyed demon standing beside him, the blond fisted his hands and hollered encouragement at the arguing pair.
Closing his eyes, Harry groaned softly. He could already see where this was going and it didn't look good. His thoughts were confirmed when a screech of pain cut through the air, the sound heralding the ringing of metal against metal. Opening a single emerald orb, he watched in bemusement as Cadyn and Maylan pushed and shoved, the weapons they were waving around apparently forgotten. "Gentlemen," he called loudly, ducking his head as a flailing wing swept past his face.
"You've no idea how much I've missed this," James hollered, throwing an arm around Harry's shoulders and dragging him closer to the brawl. His sapphire orbs glittering with happiness, the Angel watched the feuding demons crash into yet another Retriever, the impact bringing the trio to the floor.
Before he was given a chance to respond, Harry was shoved roughly forward. His arms waved and his wings flapped in a futile attempt to keep him free of the brawl, but it was all to no avail. With a roar of anger, he collapsed atop Maylan and immediately received a balled fist to the cheek. He, in turn, shoved his knee into the red-haired Retriever's groin. And it was about that time that the small brawl turned into a full out war, complete with biting, cursing, clawing, punching, and the occasional whack by a heavily scaled wing.
Three minutes and seventeen seconds later, Harry paused in the middle of grinding Cadyn's face into the dungeon floor to tip his head and listen to the sounds coming from beyond the door of the chamber they occupied. "Did you hear that?" He asked, his question bringing an abrupt halt to the fight. Sprawled around him in various stages of battle, the other Retrievers lifted their heads and listened.
"Someone's calling you," Cadyn sputtered finally, dropping his cheek back to the cold stone floor.
Jerking up into a sitting position, Harry listened in wide-eyed horror as his name was bellowed again. "Hades' balls," he hissed, his gaze sweeping over the interested group. "Leave! You all have to leave!" His shoulders hunched as his name was shrieked yet again, the screech ricocheting down the hall just beyond the door.
"They can't leave," James replied sharply, "they've only just arrived. And where exactly do you expect them to go? You can't just let them wander-"
Harry whirled to face the Angel, his dark wings snapping upward with a loud crack. "You will not argue with me, Porter," he growled, fingers curling into claws as he took a slinking step forward. The angered expression he wore vanished suddenly, replaced by one of fear as his name echoed down the corridor outside the chamber. Before the bellow had a chance to stop bouncing around the cavernous dungeons, the sound of stomping feet became audible to his sensitive ears. "Go now," he commanded.
"Who'd you piss off, Potter?" Mortwyn asked, his red eyes shining with a curious light. He lifted his chin and sniffed loudly, nostrils flaring as he searched the air currents for anything of interest.
Tensing, Harry swung to face the stocky Retriever, his emerald orbs narrowing. "That is none of your concern. What you should be worried about is how you're going to explain a missing wing to Hades, which is exactly what you'll be-"
"It's a mortal male," Braxton interrupted, turning his blond head to exchange a knowing look with Cadyn. "A wizard to be exact. Rather young, too. And mad enough to take on a Hell Hound by the smell of him."
Intrigued, the rest of the Retrievers all tipped up their noses and inhaled. Orbs widening, they clambered to their feet, sliding away-unused swords and daggers as they moved. Those who'd put the pieces together glanced back and forth between the door and Harry with eager expressions upon their faces.
Eyes blazing, Harry swung his head in the direction of the blond. "I swear on the blade of my sword, if you all don't disappear within the next five seconds-"
"So, what did you do to him?" Cadyn purred with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"The real question is: has he done him?" Maylan stated calmly, looking completely uninterested in the unfolding drama. Instead, the red-haired Retriever was focused on the door on the opposite side of the room.
Face flaming, Harry opened his mouth to tell the older Retriever to lick his sword but froze when the doorknob rattled. With a soft snarl, he waved his right hand in a wide arc, bringing the waiting shadows forward. In less then half a heartbeat, the loud-mouthed Angel and eight Retrievers were hidden within a cloud of darkness, leaving Harry standing alone in the narrow room.
The heavily planked door crashed back against the wall loudly, leaving Draco Malfoy standing fuming in the center of the portal. Pale eyes blazing, the blond darted an angry look about the chamber before pinning Harry with a glare. "Were you just talking to someone?" He demanded, prowling slowly toward the dark-haired demon like a hunting lion.
"Uh, no," Harry said, his leathery wings rasping together as he shifted nervously. A whisper of movement from the shadows caused him to tense, the muscles of his shoulders bunching as he prayed to Hades that the group would remain quiet.
Arching his slender brows, Draco halted in front of Harry, hands fisting. Parchment crumpled loudly, drawing the eyes of both males to the crinkled letter held tightly in the blond's right hand. Eyes narrowing in remembrance, the wizard lifted his chin slowly. "Do you know what this is?" He asked silkily, the expression on his face becoming strangely serene.
Inaudibly swallowing, Harry shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "No?" He finally choked out, feeling much like a hare beneath the talons of a hawk. He paled when the blond nodded sagely, forcing himself to remain perfectly still rather than slip into the comforting shadows behind him.
Head bobbing thoughtfully, Draco took a meandering step forward, purposely invading the demon's personal space. "Perhaps you need a closer look," he murmured softly, his left hand lashing out. His fingers closed around the lobe of the Harry's ear, the neatly manicured nails biting into the tender skin as he dragged the taller male's head down. Ignoring the furious growl that vibrated the Retriever's chest, the blond brandished the crumpled letter before burning emeralds, his nails digging deeper in warning. "Now, do you know what this?"
Harry froze at the sight of Lucius Malfoy's signature, his sudden docility answering Draco's hissed question. Rolling his eyes upward, he peered at the blond worriedly, his mind frantically searching for some excuse that wouldn't land him on the ground groaning in pain and clutching his groin. "Yes?" He said, the answer coming out with a questioning lilt to it.
"Very good," Draco cooed, jerking roughly on the demon's ear lobe. Shifting to shove the parchment beneath Harry's nose, the blond stiffened, his head lifting sharply. His eyes narrowed at a muffled snort, his grip on the Retriever increasing. "Who's there?" He barked, swinging to face the sound, not caring that Harry gave a pained grunt and stumbled blindly after him.
"There's no one else here, "Harry mumbled, wincing as the wizard dragged him round in a circle. His attempt to draw Draco's attention back to him was foiled by a noisy scuff and muted curse.
"No one there?" Draco mocked, producing his wand from the sleeve of his robes. Giving the lobe of Harry's ear a punishing pinch, he lifted the glowing tip and pointed it at the shadows from which the noises had originated. "Lumos!" His shout echoed for one breath taking second, and then the chamber was flooded with light.
Blinking against the bright golden light, the eight Retrievers held perfectly still, remaining posed in a tableau of demonic civility. Mortwyn had his hands wrapped around Maylan's neck, his knuckles white with the strain of maintaining his grip. Maylan's hands were locked around Mortwyn's wrists, his face a brilliant shade of scarlet. Cadyn was on his knees with Braxton's arm pressing against his throat, dark wings frozen in mid flap. The four other Retrievers stood in various positions of battle, their eyes shifting anxiously between the four fighting demons. James, meanwhile, raised a hand and gave a small wave, his fingers stilling when a growl trickled free of Harry's mouth.
"I'm going to kill you all," Harry blandly informed the eight Retrievers.
"He started it!" The group chorused, pushing recklessly apart and shooting accusing glances at one another.
Tugging free of Draco's lax hold, Harry straightened and rolled his shoulders, black wings churning the air. "Well, I'm going to finish it," he spat. Teeth grit, he dropped his gaze to the top of Draco's head, his entire body stiffening at the expression on the wizard's face.
"Does Dumbledore know about this?" The blond demanded, jabbing Harry in the chest with the tip of his wand. Eyeing the curious demons suspiciously, he gave the raven-haired Retriever a threatening look before backing slowly from the room, the glowing tip of his wand never wavering. "I think I'd best go and tell him what you're doing down here, "he muttered, a vengeful smile curving his lips. With one final peek at the silent demons, he zipped around the corner.
"Hades' balls," Harry mumbled, carding his fingers through his hair. He tipped his head back and exhaled loudly, attempting to ignore the barely contained chortles and snickers. It was James' quip that narrowed his jade orbs.
"Leash a little short?" The Angel called merrily across the room, returning Harry's earlier taunt.
That one line brought the Retrievers' attempts to restrain their laughter to a grinding halt. Teasing immediately commenced, some of the comments bawdy enough to bring a blush to Harry's cheeks. Cooing about Cupid and a heavenly chorus, James flounced around amongst the demons, their laughter inciting him to greater lengths of mockery.
Amidst all the commotion, Harry bared his teeth and dropped his chin, staring at the dark-haired Angel with a dangerous glint in his shimmering emeralds. First, he decided, he'd deal with his brethren, and then he'd deal with Draco. Nodding his head only once, he glided forward with a vicious grin twisting his features, cracking his knuckles as he went.
A/n: Thank you to everyone who took the time to read and review. I know this is extremely late and I apologize for it, but the RL has become a tad bit busy.
DerangedxandxSarcastic I enjoy hearing that Ive inspired people, so do go ahead and write your story. And definitely tell me when you start posting it, cause Id love to read it.
hieisdragoness18 No, I havent read Harrisons new book, I just havent had enough time to pick it up.
Mangacat201 lol, I couldnt help but use that line, and I think you might have been one of the only ones to get it too.