Chapter 25

Warning: graphic and disturbing imagery.

As Snape brewed another healing salve for Poppy, he couldn't help but look back to the reasons for him making the deal with that devil. He knew that his soul and heart where too twisted and diseased for any angel no matter how forgiving to ever make a deal with him, let alone let a soul come back to earth from heaven.

But thanks to the grimoire he had obtained, he knew that certain denizens of hell could sneak into heaven and retrieve a lost soul.

While every part of him wanted to bring Lily back he knew that she would kill him and make it a slow and painful demise for not giving her child a second chance instead of her.

So with a heavy heart and a will that would see the world shattered, Snape had made the deal to have Lily's child be given a chance to have a proper life and the ability to grow up and follow in his mothers foot steps.

But that didnt mean Snape wouldnt look into making another deal with this demon to get his precious Lilly back once her son had a chance to live in the world he would have where it not for Voldemort letting a prophecy lead him by the nose to his death. As Snape put the healing salve into the bottle and stoppered it, he felt the mark on his palm itch as if reminding him that he is an owned soul, even more so then when he worked for the dark lord.

The entire castle had gone into a tizzy when Snape had started wearing gloves to hide the new mark, but of course he could use the excuse that the oil from ones hands could lead to unintended consequences when brewing.

The fact that he started making every student wear gloves when working on potions had helped solidified that he was just being a true potion master and taking his craft seriously.

But he couldnt help the small worry that seemed to follow him where ever he goes, what horrible things did the demon have planned for him when it fianlly came calling for its end of the deal.

Harry had almost completely lost himself to his rage, and it showed in the very building he had rampaged through, walls and floors now where not only covered in viscera but had become living breathing flesh with limbs and organs growing from the ceiling.

The clothes Harry normally wore where completely replaced in his rage, Vanna going to a war footing and changing his iconic look for a new look.

He now wore a skin tight suit thay covered him head to toe, his color scheme remained the same pink and red, but the suit looked like scales and muscles pulled tight. Pink scales covered every where while streaks of red like small rivers of blood broke up the pink, two red diamonds covered his eyes and let his emerald eyes shine.

His chains now ran across his chest and hips with skulls around his waist for each kill he had made that day.

His hands and feet had serrated claws to really drag out the pain for whatever fucker just ruined his vengeance on the scum that had hurt his mother, The large smile plastered on his maks hide the rage that spread across his face.

Well if he couldn't extract it out of Valentino, then he'll drag it out of whoever had killed him ten times over for givjng that shit stain such a merciful death. As Harry finally made it to the bottom of the elevator shaft his small hoard of pawns and rooks burst forth and started destroying all the automated defences and the sinners that had manned the unautomated defences.

As Harry moved further into the bowels of the facility he couldnt help but think of what he would do once he finally got his claws on this pathetic excuse of a soul.

Alastor was finishing up the final prep to the dish Angel wanted to make for when their son finally returned from his crusade against the moth.

But Alastor had sent a couple of his shadows to keep an eye on his son and seeing where his son was going decided that he needed to intervene since he wanted to deal with Vox himself.

"Darling, i have to go and retrieve our son before he deals with a problem I've been dealing with."

Angel turned while bent over and placing the calzone he had just finished in the oven, aftr closing the door and straightening up, Angel moved over to Alastor and gave him a quick kiss.

"Fine go and get my baby, but dont take to long, I'll just get worried if you dont get back quickly."

Alastor just grinned and chuckled at Angels antics before with a tape of his can, a shadowy veil enveloped him and he was gone leaving Angel to wait on his boys to return safely.

Alastor arrived in the ruins of the hall harryuand his rooks ahd just cleared and admired his sons handy work. With a spring in his step Alastor moved towards the direction of screaming and gunshotsas he hummed a song excited to see what carnage his son has wrought in person rather then through a view shade.

After turning a corner Alastor sees a scene of chaos and revels in it.

Just like in all the previous hallways, every surface seems to be made of flesh and covered in the viscera of those who stood between his son and his target.

Limbs and organs hung from the cieling where Alastor could see mouths slowly gorging themsleves on the remains of all that had been slain. Eyes seemed to just dart around as they moved about the walls and floors, staring without blinking, watching and then being swallowed by a random mouth spawing in.

Then fianlly there stood Harry, now standing at eight feet tall and towering over all as he held the corpse of the last fool that stood infront of the large double doors to the current target of his ire blood dripping from the four sets of claw's unoccupied by the slowly dying sinner that tried feebly to escpae Harry's grasp.

Alastor felt so proud of his sons rampage, but knew he had to bring him down lest his mother grow worried and feel the need to come here and try to talk to their son.

So Alastor walked forward as Harry drops the corpse and palces his hand on his sons second set of arms dragging Harry's attention away from the doors his rooks and pawns beat against.

"Come now Harry, i know your felt owed by the pathetic excuse for a soul that stile your kill, but your mothers worried about you and i have unfinished business with this individual myself so cant have you kill him just yet."

Alastor could see the struggle Harry had reigning in his rage so Alastor decided to sweeten the pot.

"Plus your mothers made her famous calzone and chicken alfredo and i would hate to let it get cold."

With a shuddering Harry slowly begins to shrink and transform back into his normal form, the rooks and pwans slowly melt ing into the shadows as Harry calms.

Fianlly Harry is back to his normal self if not for the slight pout on his face.

"That's no fair dad, you know i cant turn down moms cooking."

Alastor just ruffles his sons hair and taps the floor with his cane as a viel of shadows envelopes both of them just as the doors at the end of the hall burst open sending them flying towards where the dup had once stood.

"Alright you little shit, you dont get to just come itno my house and walk out without paying the price."

Vox was fully decked out in a power armor that looked like multiple tv screens fused together making his face appear all over as he looked around for the radio demons brat. But soon enough he realizes that hes no longer there, believing that hes about to be lured into an ambush, Voxs lets out a salvo of rockets down the hall of flesh.

But other then destroying the now living hallway, nothjng else pops up or jumps out to attack him, Voxs pulls up the securtiy feed from before he made his grand entrance and begins frothing at the mouth over what he finds.

"He fucking left after his dad came and got him, bullshit, that is utter bullshit."

Vox rants and raves as he begins to tear at the walls all while cursing both Harry and Alastor for being to scared to stay and face him.

"You fucking pussies, thats it, no more kid gloves, I'm going to destroy you once and for all Alastor."

Returning to the room he had just exited, Vox began the final preparations for what he knew would be his finale confrontation with that piece of shit radio demon. He would not let them run like bitches after making such a mess of his enitre building and killing his people, even if he didn't care about most of them, it was about the his image.