The Heirs of Heaven and Hell

By: Celeste Jacobs

Chapter 27: Untitled

Rated: M

Beta: Maria

Disclaimer: HP does not belong to me. Siena, however, does.

God was happy. Thrilled actually. Not only had his plan worked but he got the added bonus of having his son protected by the Mark of Judas. God clapped his hands in glee and went to sit on his throne. He would finally be able to have his sister back by his side and reunite Heaven and Hell once more. Nothing could go wrong now. Nothing.

Adam watched his father from behind one of the tapestries. He could tell the man was up to something by the huge smile on his face and the gleam in his eyes. Adam turned away with a grim expression on his face. Nothing was going according to plan and Jack wasn't even completing the task he'd been sent to Earth to do. If Angels could kill one another then he wouldn't have this problem. He would have gotten rid of Jesus and Draco in one strike. Them and their little golden boy images. Adam clenched his fist in anger. He was the prodigal son. He was the first man created and people should be worshiping him.

Damn them.

He needed to become a demon and he knew exactly who to go to.

Lilith was brushing her hair when an Imp came scurrying into her room.

"Mistress Lilith, Mistress Lilith! There is a visitor by the gates. I believe that he is an Angel,"

"And what ever gave you that idea Loki?" she asked.

"He cannot come through the gates Mistress. No he cannot,"

Lilith smiled and followed Loki outside.

"Have you informed Luci of this visit?"asked Lilith as they were walking.

"Not yet Mistress,"

"Good, do not mention this to anyone. It will be strictly between us,"

Loki looked confused for a moment before nodding his head. Privately, he decided that he would tell the Queen of this visit immediately. No one kept secrets from Queen Luci, especially if a lifetime of torture did not sound agreeable. Besides, Loki had never liked nor trusted Lilith anyway. She was the reason that their kingdom was nothing but a dust bowl.

When the two reached the gates, Loki bowed and turned back the way they had come. Lilith watched the Imp walk away before turning to her visitor.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?"

"I'm surprised that you even came," was the reply.

"I may not be all-knowing Adam but I know that for you to come all the way down here it must be of great importance. What is it that you want?"

"I need to become a Demon,"

Lilith laughed.

"Oh really? And why do you want to become a Demon pray tell?"

"So that I can destroy my father and take over Heaven"

"And why would I agree to help you?"

"Because if it wasn't for me you wouldn't be here,"

Draco had decided to go back to sleep to try to rid himself of his terrible headache and to block out the memories of the previous night's activities, but unfortunately, escaping into sleep was turning out to be a very bad idea. Instead of a peaceful and restorative sleep, his dreams were fitful and filled with images, and no matter how hard he tried, the Angel could not wake himself up. Instead, Draco tossed and turned in the bed, gripping the sheets with such intensity that it caused his hands to become red.

"Draco".

It was a voice. A soothing voice, both foreign and achingly familiar.

"Draco". It called again.

Draco found himself surrounded by whiteness. He looked down and noticed that he was dressed in his white robe and he couldn't help but smile at the white, feathery wings coming out of his back. He had been on Earth for so long that he had almost forgotten what his wings looked like.

"Hello Draco,"

The blonde turned back around and gaped at the person in front of him. It was Jesus. At least he thought it was. This Jesus looked to be about a little bit older than him, maybe 20. He also looked much healthier than his real life counterpart and had an ethereal glow about him.

"I don't understand," said Draco. His brows furrowed in confusion and he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.

"And I don't think I can explain it. I am your brother. Well, a piece of his soul to be exact. I represent the time that he was the most happy. The time when he felt like nothing could go wrong. But that's not important. I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here,"

Draco nodded his head.

"You have been given the Mark of Judas. This means that no demon can harm you. It also means that you have Demon essence within you,"

"What!" Draco couldn't believe it. He didn't understand why Harry would want to protect him. "Wait." thought Draco. "Did he just say Demon essence?"

"Yes I did" replied Jesus.

Draco stared at him.

"What? I can hear your thoughts." Jesus shrugged.

"What do you mean by Demon essence?" asked Draco.

"Demon essence is essentially the soul of Demon. You my dear brother are now part Angel and part Demon," replied Jesus.

"But I thought.."

"Yes, most mixed breeds are born, but the Mark of Judas also makes anyone, mortal or Angel, become part Demon. It's a way of keeping someone safe because like Angels, no Demon can harm another."

"I don't feel any different," said Draco.

"Not yet but look at your wings. They're already responding to the changing of your soul,"

Draco craned his neck and stared in equal parts horror and fascination as his beautiful snowy white wings slowly turned a dark blood red.

Turning back to a smiling Jesus, Draco opened and closed his mouth several times as he tried to make sense of what was happening. "Will I grow horns?" he finally asked.

Jesus rolled his eyes. "Don't be stupid. Demons don't have horns. They have tails but no horns,"

"Why do they have tails?"

"I don't know. I guess that's one of the many things that I forgot to ask before..."

Trailing off, Jesus turned solemn. Before Draco could ask him what was wrong, Jesus spoke again.

"You will change and you won't even notice because he is a part of you now. You've been marked by a prince of Hellena and that will make you one dangerous Angel. Don't fear it. Embrace it. And when you get the chance, finish what he started".

"What do you mean finish what he started?" asked Draco.

He never heard the reply, though, because at that moment he woke up, his eyes briefly glowing red before fading back into gray.

Harry woke abruptly, feeling startled. He placed a hand over his heart and found it to be beating slower than usual.

"Something is wrong," he thought.

For some reason, it felt like a piece of himself was missing, but surprisingly it didn't make him feel distraught. Harry did not know every aspect of what the Mark of Judas entailed but he figured that the feeling must be one of the side effects. He should have asked his mother more about it but they'd barely been on speaking terms at the time and their relationship hadn't improved much in the intervening years. Harry ran his fingers through his hair at the thought of his mother. He tried not to think about her too much. He didn't hate her, she was his mother after all, but loving her was problematic. He'd never really forgiven his mother for forsaking the beauty of their world for an Angel and that made having a good relationship difficult. Suddenly, Harry had to laugh. Perhaps it was time to reevaluate. Considering what he'd done last night, continuing to be angry at his mother for her choices would only make him a hypocrite.

Harry shook his head.

His mother wasn't the enemy, Lilith was. He had never considered her a parent but as something that took up space. Like an old rug or a broken toy. According to Siena, as a child he had cried whenever the wretched woman had come near him. It made no sense to him. Every demonic child was connected to its mother (or in his case mothers) and yet even as an infant he felt no love for the woman.

"Maybe she isn't my mother" he thought.

Harry massaged his temples. He learned from previous experiences that trying to untangle his home life almost always led to a massive headache. Harry decided to abandon that train of thought. There were more important matters to deal with, especially the one concerning a certain Angel.

Harry had barely managed to swing his legs around to get out of bed when Ron came bounding towards him.

"Come on Harry! We have to get going if were going to make it to the Great Hall in time for breakfast,"

The red-head was smiling at him and Harry felt bile rise in the back of his throat. He forced it back down and plastered a smile on his face.

"Of course buddy,"

Siena sat alone at the far end of the Hufflepuff table, picking at her pancakes. It wasn't that she was unfriendly it was just that most of her housemates felt intimidated by her. Well, the boys were intimidated by their infatuation with her and the girls hated that the boys were infatuated so they didn't go out of their way to make friends with her either.

At the moment, though, Siena couldn't care less about any of them. Her thoughts were consumed with what Abel had said to her, and going over and over his words in her head was making her want to hurl her pancakes, plate and all, across the room. Yes, she knew the difference between right and wrong, but as the humans liked to say, blood is thicker than water and she could never betray Harry. Siena heard some scuffling to her right. She turned and watched as Harry and Ron entered the Great Hall. Making eye contact with Harry, Siena signaled with her eyes that they needed to talk. He gave her a discrete nod of agreement before being dragged to the Gryffindor table by Ron.

Wishing for a nice cup of chamomile tea, Siena wasn't surprised to see a steaming mug appear right in front of her. The Hogwarts house elves were an absolute treasure, but even their amazing service couldn't cheer her up this morning. Blowing carefully on her tea, Siena sighed. She could tell by the wavy lines of steam that it was going to be a long day. It also didn't help that she was being watched.

Abel couldn't stop staring at her. He felt compelled to just allow himself to drown in her eyes. Her purple eyes. He didn't know why they were purple but he also noticed that they contained flecks of amber. No one else but him seemed to see anything out of the ordinary but then again, they weren't Angels. Abel forced himself to look away from the Hufflepuff and glanced over at the Gryffindor table. He couldn't help but smile when Cain waved back at him. Abel chuckled to himself. If he had bothered to venture down to breakfast in the past, he would have would found his brother sooner.

Abel went back to watching Siena and almost blushed when their eyes met. He looked around a moment before standing. It wasn't illegal to sit at another table, right?

"What is that idiot doing?" thought Siena as she watched Abel get up from his table, his eyes still trained on hers.

"He wouldn't, would he? Oh my Lucifer! He would."

Siena couldn't help but raise her eyes in a pleading motion but no Demon could help her now.

"Good morning,"

Was it her or did his voice sound husky?

"Morning". Good job Siena. Short, sweet and to the point.

"Have you thought about what I asked you last night?" Abel couldn't stop his eyes from trailing down her body. "Stop it,?"he thought. "These mortal ways are getting to you."

"Yes, I'm still thinking about it."

Siena felt her hand tighten around the mug. If she wasn't careful she would break it. Abel was making her nervous and if there was one thing Siena didn't like, it was being nervous.

"So, why are you here?" asked Abel.

Siena flicked her eyes to the Gryffindor table and almost laughed when she saw Harry grimace at the way Ron was eating. "That red-head can really eat" she thought.

"I'm here for the same reason you are,"

Breakfast was becoming a nightmare for Harry. He was tired of Hermione's incessant chatter and watching Ron eat was making him sick to his stomach. Suddenly, Hermione's shrill voice cut into his thoughts.

"It isn't healthy for you to skip breakfast Harry," she lectured. "You won't be able to concentrate in class on an empty stomach,"

Harry snapped.

"I'm going to sit with the Hufflepuffs" he said, standing up from the table.

"What for?" mumbled Ron around a mouth full of food. Harry concealed his disgust at the half-chewn bits flying across the table.

"Probably to talk to that Hufflepuff girl," hissed Hermione. "You better be careful Harry. I heard that she's a slut. What's her name? Sheridan? Sithia? No..Siena. That's it."

Though Hermione's babbling was making Harry want to grab her by the neck and choke her to death, he just nodded his head and grabbed his books of the table.

"Yeah. That's it," he told the pair before walking off.

"It looks like Harry has a crush, Mione," said Ron.

"Yeah but everyone knows that sluts don't make good girlfriends," Hermione huffed.

Neville who was sitting next to Ron almost collapsed into a fit of hysteria. Hermione was right. Sluts don't make good girlfriends. He couldn't wait for the drama that would unfold when Ron found out that Hermione was cheating on him. Neville made a mental to note to have popcorn on hand for when the inevitable explosion occurs.

"Not you too," moaned Siena as Harry sat down next to Abel.

"Who are you?" asked Abel. He felt something different about Harry. Something frightening.

"Her brother" hissed Harry.

Abel's eyes widened and he looked back and forth between Siena and Harry.

"But..But..That would make you..."

"The Prince of Hell at your service. Well one of them anyway," replied Harry, snatching a strawberry off of his sister's plate.

"I was going to eat that," said Siena.

"No you weren't. This food looks like you've been picking at it for at least ten minutes,"

Harry made a move to grab another one but found his hand being smacked away. He glared before talking again, "I didn't know that you were taking in stray Angels"

Siena rolled her eyes and ignored his comment. "What are you doing over here?"

Harry looked at the other end of the table and noticed that many of the Hufflepuffs were staring at him. He sucked his teeth and leaned in towards Siena. "The mortals were getting on my nerves so I decided to come over here. Is that a problem?" Harry had made sure to speak only loud enough for Siena and Abel to hear him.

"Not a problem at all," replied Siena. She glanced at Abel and then studied Harry for a moment.

"I'm just surprised that you haven't hurt him yet.?

Harry shrugged. "I'm not concerned with Angels at this moment,?

Abel could feel himself getting a bit angry that the two were talking around him like he wasn?t there.

"I would like to be included in the conversation, too," he finally muttered.

The two Demons looked at him for a moment before Harry burst out laughing. "I could care less about what you want"? he said.

Pansy Parkinson cowered in the corner as she watched the person in front of her add a bit more gel to his hair.

"So, why are you here again?" he asked.

"I just thought that you would like to join me for breakfast,". She willed her voice to sound calm.

"And why would I want to go to breakfast with someone like you?"

The boy put the finishing touches on his mohawk and turned around to face her.

"Because you like me Draco?" she offered.

The blonde laughed. It sent chills up Pansy's spine and she couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the Slytherin in front of her. Just the day before, he would have been avoiding her and now he was laughing at her expense.

"Do you believe in Hell, Pansy?" Draco slowly walked towards her and watched as the girl shook her head. He extended his left hand to her and she hesitantly took it. Pansy was shocked when Draco embraced her.

"Well, you know what the say. Seeing is believing."

Draco viciously thrust his hand into Pansy's back and tore out her spine. He smiled in satisfaction as her body hit the floor. Tossing the spine to the side, Draco examined the blood on his hand. "So, this is what it's like to kill" he thought. But the darkness in him was not quelled. If anything, killing Pansy had made the bloodlust even stronger. Draco smiled. He knew exactly what he needed.

"Get ready Harry. I'm coming for you."