Chapter 23
Chaor leapt towards the rook that Harry had summoned and raised his fists joined together to slam on the rook's head.
As the fists impact a loud hollow clang rings out through the room, but the armor hadn't even moved, Harry's pawn shot forward and stabbed Chaor in the back.
The rook instantly wraps its lower arms around Chaor's waist while its upper arms begin to smash into Chaor's head, the pawn made lighting quick attacks and made Chaor's back into a pincushion. Chaor struggles in the rooks grasp and is about to free himself when Harry enters the battle again, standing on his rooks shoulder, Harry points his guns at Chaor's face and in the instant, the whole room pauses.
Then a booming laugh rings out, Harry simply smirks at the lord of the underworld and jumps off his rooks shoulders, the rook and pawn move away from Chaor and stand at Harry's side as Chaor continues laughing and bleeding into the floor.
"A good battle hatchling, you've grown since our last fight."
Chaor's large hand slaps down onto Harry's shoulder covering Harry's entire shoulder and torso in Chaor's huge claws.
"Well it wouldn't be good to besmirch my girlfriend's reputation if I was to stay the same strength."
Chaor just laughs louder and begins slapping Harry's back almost knocking him off his feet.
"Wise words my young friend."
As the two had their conversation Takinom and Agitos moved forward, a scowl on Agitos face while Takinom bite her lip while staring at Chaor with hunger in her eyes.
"I can see that you will handle the mortal realm just fine, but take this with you anyway, it could add some excitement to your adventures."
From Chaor's belt a small bag that wriggled and seemed to move judiciously with whatever resided in it, Harry simply took the bag and watched as Chaor gets dragged away by Takinom. Left behind with his most annoying enemy, as Agitos turned to try and speak down to Harry, the rooks hand comes down and wraps around Agitos head, while the pawn had placed their blades to his neck.
"If it wasn't for the fact I would be hunted for killing you pathetic waste of scales, you would be nothing more then a stain on the floor."
As Harry spoke the rook began to apply more pressure to Agitos head and the pawns blades started to draw bllod from his neck.
"So I'm going to make this simple, I'm leaving, and when I come back, you will stop your foolish attempts, or I'll stop being nice."
Static started to become present in Harry's voice, reality began to warp and shadows of creatures yet seen surrounded Harry as he began to slowly change into his true form.
His horns started to grow and resemble more an elks horns then a deers, his arms all came out leaving six open hands that ended in long sharpened talons and multiple elbows along the arms. His legs gained another set of joints and rose his height to no almost the shoulder of his rook, a tail barbed and serrated curled around to push Agitos chin so that he would look Harry in the eye, as his fangs grew and dripped venom onto the floor creating a hissing noise.
Finally Harry's eyes all opened up, on set above and below his normal ones, each glowing a different color, the top set glowed red, while the bottom ones glowed pink, his main eyes glowed an emerald green, that seemed to blend together into a light that felt like one's soul was being scoured for secrets.
"Do I make myself clear?"
Harry titled his head until he was looking at Agitos upside down with his extended serpentine neck, with a shaky breath, Agitos simply nods and then crumples to the ground as the rook and pawn let him go.
Harry recalled his rook and pawn to his shadow, retook his mundane form and walked out of the throne room, ignoring the quivering form and baleful look from Agitos on the floor.
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As Voldemort worked on the last set of living armor for his young vessel the two he had called had finally returned, and what a return it was.
The pawn had already finished transforming all the other pawns yesterday, but now the rook had to begin the changeover as well, with the rather drastic change in overall appearance of not the size.
Voldemort was impressed with the improvements that Harry could make to such things, Voldemort thought that he had made them perfect, and while the colors could be better, the change Harry had made was a definite improvement.
Voldemort couldn't wait to see what Harry did to the bishops and knights, but he first needed to finish the queen and king, before he sent them to his vessels abode.
After he sent Lucius and his family back, the spineless coward had begun to send the materials that Voldemort needed to finish off the last suits, but he knew that Harry would make more once he had atleast one of each. So with anticipation of what was to come, Voldemort turned back to the two forms laid on the tables, one clearly female and larger than its male counterpart, but both being intimidating figures that oozed death.
With a feral smile Voldemort moved to the tables and placed the mask on the female armor and attached the crown to the male suit before with a shudder, both suits glow and begin to move.
Yes, Voldemort could not wait to see what young Harry would do with such beings at his command.
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Harry finally makes it back to the hotel and as he enters the lobby, he can't help but notice the weight his shadow has suddenly amassed without him putting anything else in it, plus the fact it was darker then normal and was almost pulsing with power.
Harry was happy he finally made a rook and that it was making more, but was worried about where they were coming from, after all, nothing was ever free.
Just like how Vanna required him to give her a portion of his magic to feed her lest she die, Harry knew that these pawns and rooks would need something to keep them in his power. Until he knew what it was though, he would have to keep their summoning down to a minimum, even if they could save him from a large headache.
He just hoped that when more showed up, he would know the price for their service, so with a sigh Harry heads towards the stairs hoping to get a god nights sleep before he has to leave the next morning.
But just as he was about to start climbing, the lobby door opens and in walks his mother, and Harry started to see nothing but red, his true form springing out instantly as he took in his mothers appearance.
Angel dust was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible but Harry saw it all, the black eye, the torn clothes, and most importantly, the blood dripping down Angles chin. Harry didn't make a sound or even ask his mother what had happened, he simply floated towards his mother, wiped the blood from his chin, then glided out the door, shadows twisting and snapping as Harry's wrath would not be held back.
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Alastor had felt his son entered the hotel and had begun walking down to greet him, when he sensed his wife return as well and then what happened to his son, so Alastor stepped through his shadow and then popped out of Angels and instantly saw what had angered his son.
Alastors smile became strained and reality became slightly static around him before he reined it in and went to take care of his wife.
Alastor led Angel to a couch and sat him down as a cloth appeared in his hand and he began using it to clean up Angels face, Angel of course wanted to go and stop his son from going and possibly getting hurt.
"Al let me go, I have to stop Harry from getting hurt."
Alastor didn't let go and simple held his wife there as he continued to clean Angel up.
"Darling, it's not Harry you should be worried about, but that moth you call a boss and just how long it's going to take him to die."
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The front doors of Vox-tech exploded as suits of armor flooded in and began slaughtering all they could find, larger suits of armor followed in surrounding a floating figure that radiate rage.
Some of the demons tried to fight back and stop the suits from getting to the elevator, but each was turned to little more then cubes of meat at the hands of Harry's pawns as the rooks just destroyed and weapon emplacements that popped up.
Harry had finally arrived to take care of his mother's boss, Valentino.