Chaos Born: Destiny Undone

by I LIKE FEAR 1-2

Cast into the shadows, and captured by Evil, the Boy-Who-Lived suffered in agony. Twisted, mutated, and mutilated, what happens when he escapes back into the world and learns a terrible truth. Blessed by darkness, guided by death, the world's savior has been lost. A nightmare has been born with only two goals in mind; survive and prosper. (Warnings/Cliches inside)

14. Chapter 14

Alright, here's the next chapter for you. It's been a bit, but i'm finally back. Had a few things with my health to deal with. so i took a bit of hiatus, i'm back now though with new chapter for all my stuff coming out in the next few days and weeks. happy to have you all with me and i hope you enjoy.

Chaos Born: Destiny Undone

Chapter 14: First Ascension: Part 1

Sera. That's what this world was called. The siblings found themselves within the Hallow, a massive network of underground caves, beneath Sera's surface that had been carved out by giant worms long ago. The place they were in now, was called Nexus, it was the capitol city for the Locust. The Locust were a legion of humanoid creatures that had been created as a result of genetic experimentation by the humans that lived on Sera's surface.

Myrrah was a human, one who held a sort of Hive minded control over the Locust, who followed her as their queen. The Locust themselves consisted of several races, but they shared a number of similarities as a species. All of them were large, and vicious creatures. You had groups like the Drones, who were the most common form of Locust, you had the Therons, the smartest and most physically capable of the Locust, and you had the Kantus, the most spiritually gifted, and the members of the species that had a stronger connection to the Hive Mind. The Locust themselves were large, all of them averaging above six foot, with many much taller than that. They were all muscular, with thick, scaled skin. Their bones were dense, and thick. They lived underground and so they had large eyes that saw well, even in complete blackness.

Their eyes were also very sensitive to bright lights, which is why Harry's revival kept blinding them.

The Locust were a young species, having only been around for a few decades, but their numbers were quite vast, and they were all trained for battle, even if not all of them were specifically warriors. The species operated on a sort of caste system, with Myrrah at the top, and beneath her, a council of advisers, which included the head scientist, named Ukkon, the High General Sraak, and the High Priest of the Locust Religion Vrol. Beneath the council were the various generals, commanders, priests and laborers.

Among the Locust were many beasts of war, bred and modified under Ukkon's supervision to create creatures of labor and war, that aided the Locust in taking control of the Hallow and further expanding. They reproduced through two means, one was through regular reproduction between the male and female drones, though the female drones were quite troublesome as they were much larger than the males, and called Berserkers due to their violent rage, that caused them to lash out at anything that came near them. Their other method of reproduction was by kidnapping humans from the surface above and mutating them into Drones, through the same methods that created the original Locust.

Harry and Olivia were told all of this by Myrrah, who had taken a keen interest in the two, and had brought them into her home. It didn't take them long at all to understand what Myrrah wanted from them.

You see, Nexus, the Locust capitol was built around an underground lake. This lake was of a viscous golden-yellow substance known as Imulsion. Imulsion was plentiful in the Hallows, flowing in great lakes and underground reservoirs. Apparently, it could be used as a fuel source, and due to it's nature as a fungus, it reproduced on it's own, replenishing rather quickly. The city had been built around a lake of the stuff, with the royal palace built in the center of the lake, from a massive hanging stalactite. The Imulsion though, was a major problem.

Myrrah explained to them how the humans above mined the stuff for fuel, and for a time the worse they got from it was a disease known as Rustlung. It was in their attempts to cure the disease that led to the Locust's creation which is why the Locust could live over a lake of the stuff without worry, since they were made from experiments with Imulsion, and from Myrrah who had an immunity to it. It was the Locust though, who were the first to learn just how dangerous Imulsion actually was.

For years now, the Locust had been dealing with a plague spreading through the Hallows. This plague was known as Lambency and it involved living things being infected by raw imulsion. The imulsion would essentially take over their bodies, and turn them into hyper aggressive killing machines, who's sole goal became infecting other organic beings. This plague had begun with the creatures that lived in the Hallow, but soon spread to the Locust themselves. The more the humans above mine Imulsion the more the Imulsion was driven higher and higher, allowing it to infect more and more creatures. Not every part of the Imulsion was actively dangerous. Much of it was dormant, much like the lake that Nexus sat on, but that could change at any time, and the Locust kept a watch over the lake, and made an attempt to never allow any Imulsion to make contact with them, regardless of where it came from.

Two years ago, Queen Myrrah saw how bad things were becoming and declared full scale war against the Lambent creatures. For two years, the Locust had been fortifying positions throughout the Inner parts of the Hallow, as well as the Nexus, and fighting against the Lambent.

The problem was, the Lambent numbers just kept growing. Lambent were created from inhaling too much Imulsion fumes, as Imulsion itself was naturally quite hot, and released clouds of steaming spores into the air. That coupled with the fact that pretty much every infected creature, exploded in a shower of gore and Imulsion fumes, it meant that it was pretty easy to infect various organic beings.

Even worse, despite their only drive being to infect other organisms, infected creatures still retained all of their intellect, so infected Drones could still use weapons, and the tactics they'd been taught. It was a brutal struggle, and one that Myrrah was desperate to win.

Myrrah herself, despite being human, held a sort of motherly affection for the Locust. She saw them as her children. She had an innate hatred for humans, due to the experiments done on her, that led to the creation of the Locust, and Harry managed to gather, just from her explanation that these humans had also taken something precious from Myrrah that made her hate them with an almost blind fury. Despite that hatred, she was still able to empathize with mankind, even if it was to only recognize it's shortcomings and where it had gone wrong.

That didn't mean she was incapable of working with humanity if she thought it would save her people. She cared more for the Locust than she hated mankind. Just a few months prior, a human had found his way to the Nexus, and had been brought before Myrrah, a human scientist by the name of Adam Fenix. He was a brilliant man, and Myrrah saw in him a potential means of saving her people. She made him a deal, she explained the whole story to him, about the Locust, the Imulsion, the Lambents, she made sure he understood how dire the situation was, and how dangerous Myrrah knew it could become. She asked this Adam Fenix to aid the Locust by creating a cure for the Lambency, or a means to wipe out the Lambent without harming the Locust. If he could do that, than Myrrah would promise to set aside her hatred for mankind, and guide her people to prosperity underground, away from humans. If he didn't though, and the war went as badly as Myrrah feared it could, than she would be left with no other choice but to invade the surface. She knew that mankind would never accept the terrifying and brutal Locust. At best they would be made subservient to humans and at worst, attacked on sight. She knew there was no point in diplomacy. If she was forced to go to the surface, it would be at the head of an invasion, one intent on wiping out mankind, so that the Locust could have the surface world for themselves, and they'd be free from the dangers of the Lambent.

This had been a few months prior, and once more, Myrrah was looking upon what she believed to be a possible boon for her people.

The strange abilities that Harry and Olivia exhibited were unlike anything she'd ever seen, and it was obvious to her that they weren't fully human. Harry's various mismatched parts, and Olivia's wings told her that.

Myrrah made them an offer as well, she knew the humans of this world, knew how brutal they could be. If Harry and Olivia went to the surface they would be captured and experimented on. Mankind would seek to unlock the secrets of their strange bodies for their own gain. Myrrah though, Myrrah would welcome them into the ranks of the Locust.

"What would be expected of us?" Harry asked of the Queen Locust.

"Fight for us. Use your strange gifts, and abilities to aid us in our battle against the Lambent. You said your god sent you here for a reason. We are fighting a war, against a foe that threatens all life on Sera. I can think of no greater reason to drive such mysticism." Myrrah said in response.

"What do you think?" Harry asked Olivia.

"I'm not quite sure. They did kill us, twice." Olivia noted, earning a snort of amusement from Harry.

"True, but we did invade the royal palace without permission. The guards were simply doing their jobs, and as we've come to learn, it cost us nothing." Harry responded, without seeming bothered by that.

"It might have cost me nothing, but we still don't know about you." Olivia muttered, giving him a look.

He returned her look, and offered her a soft smile. He knew she was referring to the fact that because he'd been killed by the guards twice, he would have received something from them, two times, something that was added to his body. What that was, wasn't quite obvious at the moment, but it certainly had to be something.

"I understand where you're coming from, but she does have a point. Remember what our mother said. When I died, I was focused on you, and I think that's why you came with me. If mum was right, than this world was meant as a testing ground for you. We have less than five years, and now we're in a place where we can set aside who we were before, and become whatever we want to be. We owe the humans of this world nothing, just like we owe the Locust nothing. We can choose to be vengeful, and strike out at them, fight and kill them, but then what? She's right in that the humans above will probably try to capture and experiment on us, once they learn about our mutations, so we'll have to fight them too. It would take a good long while and a lot of aggravation to convince them to accept us. Here we have someone who's willing to take us in, and grant us allies." Harry spoke into Olivia's mind, momentarily startling her.

"Harry!? How?" She thought back.

"Legilimency. I'm projecting my thoughts into your mind and then reading your thoughts to hear your answers. Just stay calm and think your responses." Harry told her.

"Right… well I get what you're saying, I mean, it makes sense, I just… you know she's just planning on using us, right?" Olivia pointed out after recovering from her momentary surprise.

"I know that. Still though, her desires are obvious, and she isn't hiding them. Besides, there's nothing that says we have to stay if we find this isn't getting us where we need. All I know for certain is that the Locust are in the middle of a war, and you're patron happens to be a God of War, and Battle, and Blood. This war might just be exactly what we need to earn you the Blood God's favor. I know I already pointed it out, but let's do so again. We have less than five years. Actually closer to four and a half now. We need to work fast, and take the opportunities available to us. It might be dirty work, but so what. The longest it could possibly last is ninety years, and then we go home. I say we use this world as a means to an end, since we'll likely never see it again, after we leave." Harry explained his rationale to her.

"Okay, I guess I'll follow your lead. We don't really have any other options, and at the very least, this may win us some allies to help find a place for ourselves." Olivia offered her agreement after a moment of thought.

He nodded and returned his eyes to Myrrah, whom seemed to be studying them, the silence and the look the two shared, Harry suspected that she knew they were communicating even if she didn't know how.

"We'll agree to help you, on three conditions." Harry said to her.

"Name them." Myrrah instructed, a smirk appearing on her face.

"Firstly, we will help you to fight these Lambent, but we are not your pawns. We'll follow your orders, but only so long as the outcome benefits our purpose. Secondly, we are not yours to experiment on. If you wish to study us, it will only be done with our consent. Third and lastly, we will not be separated. She goes where I go, and I go where she goes. You have orders, or instructions for us, you treat us as a single entity. Until I say otherwise, or choose otherwise, those are my conditions. Any questions, comments, or concerns?" Harry replied, his tone reflecting his maturity, and power as a lord.

"Only one question. What is your purpose?" Myrrah inquired, curiously.

"Blood, and the shedding of it. You were the first to make us an offer, and we have no reason to pick sides in this conflict. Maybe that changes. Maybe you give us a reason to fight for the Locust and their cause. In such a case, the previously stated conditions may alter, but until such a time. We are mercenaries. Fighting for you because it benefits us to do so. So long as you fulfill my conditions, and treat us with respect, we'll spill blood for your cause. If at any point you refuse, or you turn on us, or break one of my conditions, I have no qualms about changing the kind of blood we spill. You saw it yourself. We cannot be stopped. Kill us as many times as you wish, we'll keep coming back. On and on we'll go, killing all in our path. Your guards were defending you, and this place, so we can forgive our earlier conflict, but no such offerings are made for the future. You play straight with me, your majesty, and I will remain honest and forthright with you." Harry answered her, again he sounded much older than he appeared. He spoke with confidence, and fear was absent from his face.

Myrrah felt herself smirk.

"I believe this will be the start of a wonderful friendship." Myraah noted, agreeing to their terms, and accepting Harry's conditions.

A short while later, the two were placed in a room together, they received strange looks from the various Locust within the palace, though all quickly recognized them as the Queen's guests.

The room itself was spacious, though far from what either would call luxurious. The Locust as a people were far more rugged, and rough, so even their royal amenities were possessed of the same qualities.

Still, neither were overly bothered, in fact, Olivia herself was just plain exhausted and had reached the point where she was finally able to sit down, and allow herself to feel everything that had happened.

Harry was staring out the window, looking out across the lake of Imulsion, when he heard Olivia begin to cry.

He turned to her, finding her with her head buried in her hands.

He didn't need to ask what it was that was bothering her. Only a few hours prior, she had watched her father's murder. Despite how angry she was at him for his manipulations, he was still her father. Harry himself wasn't quite sure how he felt about James' death. A part of him was upset about it, but not so much that he had died, mostly, that he was gone. Harry never felt like there would be anything between them, and he'd lived with James' being dead for most of his life. Losing him again, didn't hurt. What hurt was the lack of closure. Harry had hated him, and a part of him wanted to hurt James for everything he had done. Harry even felt at times that he'd wanted to kill him. Having that chance stolen, having the opportunity to deal with James himself ripped away from him was something that tore at him, and upset him.

He moved over to Olivia's side and placed an arm around her.

"I'm sorry, Olivia." Harry said to her.

Slowly, she lifted her tear-filled face to him, she then wrapped her own arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

"I just- I can't believe he's gone. I can't… I…" Olivia uttered, her face buried into his shoulder.

He held her as she cried, he could do nothing but try and comfort her as she finally allowed herself to feel the loss of her father.

"I can't believe that Julia… that she… all this time… All this time she was watching us, waiting… does that mean he knows? Voldemort knows I'm alive?" Olivia uttered.

"Yeah. He probably does. I should have guessed. I have his memories, and he would know that James wasn't dead. He intentionally kept him alive. He didn't want to kill one of the last members of such a powerful, and ancient noble house. His commitment to blood purity, kept James' alive. He knew he was still out there somewhere, and probably went looking for him. Sent Julia to seduce him and become his wife." Harry noted his suspicions, pausing for a moment, before continuing with his train of thought, "That would mean that not only does Voldemort know you're alive, but if Julia knew you were the Girl-Who-Lived, than Voldemort likely knows that now too if she's been reporting to him regularly. That is, of course, unless you and James hid that from her?"

"No… she knew." Oliva responded bitterly, gaining a soft sigh from Harry to go with his own exhaustion with the situation.

"I can't believe I never saw the signs." Olivia muttered tearfully.

"She was an actress. She played her part well." Harry offered in response.

"...And Jacky and Bethy…" Olivia carried on as more tears spilled from her eyes.

"I told you, we'll find them. Wherever Julia sent them, we'll find them. I promise." Harry said to her, turning her to face him, forcing her to meet his gaze so that she could see how serious he was.

He wasn't at all concerned about finding his half-siblings. He could simply use the Black Book to locate them. He just hoped that finding them wasn't overly interesting to Tzeentch.

The Black Book was an absolute godsend, and arguably the most valuable of gifts he'd received from the Gods, but even it had it's limits, and those limits came in the form of Tzeentch. The answers that came from the book, came from the Dark God himself, but that meant he could decide, on the fly, what their price would be. It was entirely up to Tzeentch just how much sacrificial energy was needed to get a question answered.

Harry had managed to gather a decent amount of said energy, and keep it stored in case he needed it. Animal sacrifices didn't really provide a lot of power, at least in comparison to human sacrifices, but still, he had a decent amount of sacrificial power stored up for use. Yet even with all of the power he had stored away, enough that he could probably get thirty or so random questions answered, it all wasn't enough to to get the answer for certain specific questions. For example, Harry had tried asking where Helga Hufflepuff's cup was located, but he never had enough power to sacrifice for that answer.

It was basically a game of which interested Tzeentch more, the power he got, or the enjoyment he got from watching Harry find out the answer on his own. Naturally Tzeentch preferred the latter, but he was still willing to answer questions truthfully in exchange for power. But certain questions, especially questions that could easily aid Harry in outplaying his foes, took a helluva lot more power. It meant that Tzeentch knew the journey to finding those answers would be very enjoyable to watch, so he'd set the price nice and high. Harry could still get it answered, the only question was how many lives would it take to convince the Changer of Ways to give the answer?

The amount of power he got from a sacrifice was determined by what he was sacrificing, and how much of it he was sacrificing. For example, he could take a bunch of chickens for a sacrificial ritual and receive power that way, but it wouldn't be a lot. Or he could take those same chickens, remove their heads, and eyes and sacrifice it all that way. Because the ritual was more intricate and profane, he'd receive more power from it, but in the end, he was still only sacrificing a chicken. The same logic applied to human sacrifices. Though Harry had never sacrificed a living being to Tzeentch before, he understood and recognized that sacrificing someone while they were still alive would probably net him the largest amount of power.

Typically, sacrificing a dead human by just burning their remains, netted him enough power to get a standard question answered, and these questions could be anything. It could be a bit frustrating but Harry was starting to understand how the Changer worked and what information would likely require more energy. For example, things that were held as common knowledge were easily answered, essentially things that were known by thousands of people such as the location of a place. However, information on spells, or magic, could take more energy. Say he could get one simple answer out of sacrificing a human body, he would need to sacrifice three dead bodies to a get a magic related question answered. His main use of the Black Book was to ask Tzeentch for knowledge on spellcraft, to help him refine or develop new spells, so he was used to this heightened cost.

Still, he wondered where the temptation got too great for the Changer. Was it the power from a hundred sacrificed bodies? Two hundred? A thousand? It was obvious to Harry, that him not just knowing and having to find out for himself was more amusing to the Changer, but at what point was the offered power enough to tip the scales? He didn't yet know, but unless he was willing to just continue to save and track his accumulated sacrificial power, he probably wouldn't ever know just how much he'd need to tempt Tzeentch.

He was quite certain he could get the answer as to where the kids were taken, but he certainly wasn't going to risk Tzeentch choosing to be a troll. He'd ask, and if he got the answer, great, but if he didn't, than he'd be spending the foreseeable future performing sacrifices. He didn't have much in the way of a bond with his half-siblings but it was clear that Olivia loved them, so for her, he'd move heaven and earth to find them.

He reassured her, that they would be found. She seemed to believe him, she seemed to trust him, which he deeply appreciated.

There was little in the way of conversation after that, he just held her, held her for hours as she cried. She was heartbroken and angry. Angry at Julia, angry at herself, angry as James. There was so much unresolved, so much that was left unfinished. Much like Harry, she could no longer get a sense of closure. This was an open wound, that would scar over, but never fully heal. She would never get the chance to have the arguments she wanted to have, to say the things she wanted to say. Her dad hadn't been a good father to her, she knew that, she admitted to it, but to have him stolen away from her. It tore her up inside to not have those chances, to not be able to face him, and rage against him for the mistakes he'd made. She felt empty. In the end, the book had been forced shut on their relationship. It was a story without an ending, without finality.

It was a bitter, and cold reminder that life is filled without fulfillment, that death was a heartbeat away from everyone, and at any moment those stories could end, and leave you with nothing. If people were lucky, they got their closure, they got the chance to tie up all their loose ends before the curtains fell. But in the story of James Potter, it was nothing more than a life of false purpose, lies, betrayal, and broken hearts.

In the end, the man was left with two children who hated him, who felt resentment towards him, for the things he'd done, for the things he'd allowed to happen. Their emotions were raw, and though Harry would not mourn the passing of a man who had died to him over thirteen years ago, he wouldn't for a second, disparage Olivia from her grief.

He held her until she fell into a quiet sleep. He remained awake, all night, holding her, and allowing her the chance to dream on her own, without being drawn into their shared dream-space.

The following day, they began their new lives among the Locust.

The night prior they had been given clothes to wear. While Olivia didn't mention it, Harry secretly suspected that these clothes were things that had been taken from the people that the Locust kidnapped from the surface. The locust in general didn't have clothes that would fit normal humans, as the only human among their ranks was Myrrah. Still they were given them, and the two were allowed to find outfits that seemed sensible.

They awoke, and the two had a decent chat about what their lives were going to look like going forward.

"This place is a means to an end, Olivia. That's all it is to us at the moment, and maybe that's all it'll ever be. We most likely wont be going home before your remaining time is up, so we should put any consideration for that out of our minds. We need to focus on your ascension, and how we can use this world to see it through." Harry explained to her.

"Alright. So what are you thinking? I know that fighting will probably be required." Olivia said to him.

"Fighting, and bloodshed. Keep in mind the tenets and nature of your god. He is a god of blood, bones, war, and battle. He despises magic, meaning you're unlikely to get any help, if you're using magic to fight. You seemed almost empowered when you were using physical means to fight against Julia, that tells me that so long as you're fighting without magic, or without using spellcraft specifically, you should receive some sort of boost to your abilities. That chain, bound to your arm is one such example, you used it twice yesterday, to startling effect." Harry noted, drawing her eyes to the blackened magical chain bound around her left forearm.

"So if I want to gain assistance in battle, I can't use magic?" Olivia questioned.

"You can't use magic in place of might. For example, one of our powers gifted to us by Khorne is that for each creature we kill, we gain some of it's physical might, added to our own, based off of how much blood is spilled in the killing of said creature. It's around one percent of the creature's total physical ability, that can be added to our own, but that's only if in the killing of said creature, we spilled all of it's blood. Basically, you take a human, and you kill him, and you managed to somehow spill every drop of his blood, in the act of killing him, you'd gain the full one percent of his own physical abilities added on to yours, and I believe it's an even spread, so his combined physical abilities are evenly distributed across your own. So even if he was really fast, but not very strong, the power boost you get from killing him wont be speed based, it'll affect all of your abilities evenly. Now the thing to note here is, we still get a power boost from killing things with magic, but we only get half of the boost. Meaning I can explode someone with magic, but I'll only gain half a percent of their physical abilities. As you can imagine, this power will make you very strong, over time. I killed a lot of creatures in my last trip, including several ancient dragons, and though I only spilled a little of their blood in the killing of them, my physical abilities got a large boost because those dragons were huge and powerful. You only get half the boost that I get, but it was enough to make you strong enough to toss a full grown woman across the room, and rip her arm off." Harry further explained it to her.

Olivia nodded slowly as she thought on that. At most getting a one percent increase from anything they killed. For humans that wasn't a lot. Even if you somehow managed to get the full one percent power boost each time, you'd still have to slaughter over a hundred humans, just to become twice as strong as a normal human or at least that was the case for Harry, for her it was twice that, as she only received half of the power boost. It was a powerful gift, no doubt, but it was one that would require an incredible amount of slaughter in order to truly feel it's effects. She quickly recognized that the real focal point of this power came from either slaughtering a lot of people, or in the killing of large beasts, such as dragons. Ever since Harry's trip to the other world, she'd noticed the sudden boost in her abilities. She was stronger, and she was faster. It showed just how many lives Harry had ended in his twenty-four years in the other world, yet even still, he openly admitted that he spent most of his time there as an adventurer. He got into a lot of fights, but not nearly enough to raise his total abilities by all that much.

Harry had once speculated that all of the fighting he'd gotten up to in the other realm had raised his total physical abilities to twice what they had been before he'd gone there. That didn't seem like a lot at first until you realized that due to his body's modifications, Harry was already a lot stronger and faster than a normal human. He had giant and centaur muscles in his body, so naturally he had greater physical abilities to start with.

So while this ability could appear broken at first, upon closer examination, a lot of bloodshed was required to even get to a small boost in one's own abilities. While Harry had noted that Olivia had gotten strong enough to toss a grown woman across a room, and rip her arm off, a part of her wondered if that was all her own physical strength, or if part of that also came from the awakening of her mark.

"There's also the Arsenal which I'll need to teach you how to use. Any item considered an implement of battle, can be stored within the Arsenal, that includes armor, weapons, and even bits of gear and the like." Harry added on there.

"Okay. What do you think they're going to want from us first?" Olivia asked him.

"They'll probably want to see what all we can do. They'll want a showing of our power, probably have us fight some of their own, or some of their tamed beasts. Queen Myrrah is hoping we can be an asset, and the more we prove to her, the more we'll gain in return." He replied nonchalantly.

Olivia nodded at that, and took in a nervous breath.

"Don't be afraid. Now that I know you'll come back, we have no reason to fear death." Harry said to her.

"B-but… do we even know why? Why I came back with you. I mean I have two extra dead bodies that they probably fed to some of their beasts, or tossed into the Imulsion lake. And even knowing I can come back, it still exacts a price on you. Each time you die, something new is forced upon you, you have to keep changing, and if I die, than you have to die to bring me back, meaning any time I screw up and get killed, you're forced to die and get something new tacked onto your body." Olivia countered with her own worry.

"Hey, it's a price I'm willing to pay. Gladly in fact. As for why… I think the answer is simple. You're a part of me. If you're dead when I die, than you come back with me. My resurrection fully restores me to life. You're part of me Olivia. We're bound together, you and I." He responded, placing a hand on her shoulder, gaining a comforted smile from her.

He was not about to tell her the part she was missing. That part being that he also gained something from whatever killed her. Meaning technically speaking, though he had died twice, he had gained four evolutions because she had also died. She was already worried about what would happen if she perished and he had to die to bring her back. He didn't want her to worry about the added complications of the ability. He still didn't know what he had gotten from the four mutations. It was supposed to be random, but a part of him wondered if it truly was. Maybe Slaanesh could pick and choose traits that he absorbed from whatever killed him. He wasn't quite sure, but if that was the case, maybe death wasn't so bad after all.

"I'll try not to be a burden." She offered after a moment of meeting his gaze.

"I'll gladly bare it, for as long as I need to. Use it to motivate you. If you don't want to be a burden, then use it to drive you forward. I want you by my side in this. I don't want to always stand in front of you." He said to her, meaning every word of it.

"I don't want that either, Harry. You're my little brother, it's my job to look out for you. I'm the one who's supposed to keep an eye on you. I promise, I wont have you picking up my slack for long." She swore to him, finding her confidence once more. A small fire began to burn in her eyes, gaining a smirk from Harry. The time had come to see just what she was capable of, but first, they needed to know what she now had at her disposal.

The two took a moment to discuss her changes, and identify points of interest or importance.

Aside from the wings growing out of her back, and the chain that bonded to her body, she hadn't yet noticed any additional powers. For example, Daphne has a snake that could deliver a magical poison that caused things to explode. That snake had eyes that could see magic. And also Daphne had developed a greater insight and understanding of magic, allowing her to understand it easier. So the question was, what had Olivia gained outside of the obvious?

Well starting with her wings, they were pale in color, matching her skin tone, but they were covered in a thin peach-like covering of fur that matched her hair color, making them appear much darker. Each one was around six feet in length and they looked very similar to Harry's wings that she'd never known he'd had. She mentioned this to him, and he told her they were Thestral Wings, and could only be seen by someone who'd seen death, and accepted it. Watching her father die, had granted her the power to see them. Harry's wings were functionally only useful for slowing his descent or partially gliding, they weren't strong enough to lift him entirely, due to how heavy his bones were. Aside from gaining some of the scales of an Everlasting Dragon, he'd also gained stronger bones and muscles in his wings, and they were made from stronger material. He still couldn't fly with them alone, but he could use them to boost himself off the ground, and glide. Due to Voldemort's knowledge he didn't really need the wings in order to fly, as he simply knew how to, they just assisted in helping him maneuver if he needed to.

Her wings, on the other hand, despite looking like Harry's were far more practical in their use. Firstly, she could actually fly with them.

With a powerful flap of her wings she threw herself into the ceiling, earning barking laughter from Harry as she laid on the ground clutching her head in pain.

She also had much greater control over her wings than Harry did. Harry could fold up his wings, tucking them against his back, allowing the six foot long appendages to condense into two round folds no bigger than a dinner plate. Olivia could sort of accomplish the same thing, but in a different way. Where Harry's wings would simply fold around themselves, Olivia actually had full control over the 'fingers' of her wings.

Her wings despite being of a similar design, were far more like giant hands. She could bend the fingers of the wings, enough so that she could actually wrap them around each other. Each wing had five fingers, with a small upper finger, long second finger, the longest finger being the third which went along the length of the wing, and the last two fingers being a bit longer than the second. The flesh that connected each finger was incredible elastic, much more so than Harry's wings. She could bring all of the fingers together coiling them and essentially causing the wings to close, making them appear not as wings, but as something more, almost like a kind of stabbing appendage you'd find on certain kinds of animals. The ends of the second, fourth, and fifth finger of the wing, were capped by a hard, bone like protrusion that was sharp and hooked, almost like it was meant for grabbing or holding. The third finger, the longest, was capped by a straight pointed bone, that looked more for stabbing.

The two quickly began to wonder if this was an intentional design, as it made her wings appear like they could double as weapons.

Beyond her wings, there was also the chain around her forearm.

Just by focusing on it, she could cause the chain to begin to expand. It was densely coiled around her arm, and they could not see where it attached to her skin. In fact, for Olivia, it almost felt like it was her skin, like it was a part of her. She could touch the hot metal of the chains and feel her touch, almost as clearly as she could feel it through her own skin. As noted, by just focusing on it, the chain would begin to expand. When fully coiled, a single link of chain, held dangling from her wrist, but when it expanded, the chain grew out from there. As it grew the entire chain seemed to coil around her arm, yet it didn't seem to thin as it grew. Even at around ten feet in length, the chain around her forearm showed no signs vanishing, it was almost like the chain grew, as it expanded, adding new links as it grew from her arm. All it took was another thought to retract it back into the coiled mass on her forearm.

It was a strange thing to Olivia, how easily she could manipulate it, growing and retracting it. It was also strange how she was able to feel through it. When it was grown out like that, she could feel along it's length, against the stone floor.

The chains themselves were a blackened iron, and carved into the metal were red, demonic symbols. What they meant was anyone's guess, but Harry guessed that they were runes designed to reinforce the chains and fill them with a demonic heat. When he looked at them with the Beholder eye, the runes went dark, and the chains went cold. A few moments after looking away though, and they'd begin burning a deep red, and regain their properties. It was unclear where exactly they drew their power from, but it was likely Olivia's body.

It was only a few moments later that they came to another revelation as Harry had Olivia try and hit several targets with the chain, using it like a whip, just like she'd done against Julia and her House Elf.

Much to Olivia's own surprise, she did very well in striking the targets. Considering she'd never even seen, a whip in real life, let alone held one, she was wielding it with noteworthy skill. Harry began to grow suspicious and to prove a point to himself, he had her use the chain exactly as a whip would be used.

In essence, he wanted her to try and crack it like a whip, against a target, and then just try slashing at targets with it. In both cases, she did rather well. Not perfect, not masterclass, but it took her only a try or two to start hitting the targets he was hovering in the air with magic.

"I can see that mind of yours whirling about. What are you thinking?" Olivia asked him.

"I'm thinking that you and Daphne probably have different versions of the same power. While hers is geared towards magic, and understanding it, yours I believe is directed towards weapons, and using them. It's almost eerie how good you are at this. Let's see if it just the chains or if other weapons work just as easily." Harry explained before drawing two swords from the Arsenal and handing one to Olivia.

She stared at it with a curious look. It was just a simple steel shortsword, something Harry had no doubt collected from the other world. It was a foreign thing to her, yet it felt comfortable in her hand.

She lifted her gaze to Harry, seeing him holding a pretty identical copy of the blade she was carrying. He held up the sword, and ordered her to do the same.

She did so, and then he began to attack.

A half hour later, a heavy thud pounded at the door. It soon opened and in strolled Myrrah. She found the two Potters engaged in a duel, clashing swords with one another.

They moved with a modicum of skill. Harry's movements were colored by experience and practice, where as Olivia's abilities seemed much more exploratory. They struck at each other, their blades slicing through the air, and meeting in clangs and clashes.

Myrrah watched the two for a long moment, curiosity coloring her gaze. It was again, strange to her, seeing the two children fighting, and yet here it was. It was far more simple than what she had seen yesterday but it spoke towards their militant mindsets. That militancy would most certainly work to her advantage, so she was happy to see it.

The two clashed once more, only for Harry to glance in the direction of the Queen, drawing Olivia's gaze there as well.

"A bit of morning sparring?" Myrrah hummed.

"Something like that." Harry responded, taking the sword from Olivia and placing both back into the Arsenal, and act that to Myrrah simply caused the two swords to collapse into themselves.

"Marvelous." She hummed with wonderment.

"I'm assuming the first thing you'll want from us is a true showing of our abilities." Harry spoke, getting right to business.

"That is correct. Come, I've prepared a few challenges for you, I must see for myself all that these powers of yours can accomplish." Myrrah responded in agreement, turning to head out, leaving the two to follow after her along with her guards.

The duo was led into the interior of the palace to the place where Chief Scientist Ukkon resided.

"Ukkon." Myrrah greeted him upon their arrival.

"Queen Myrrah, I am most pleased to see you have arrived. I have prepared the tests, as you instructed. Am I to presume that these are the two you told me about?" The Chief scientist spoke, turning his pale orange gaze towards them.

The first thing either of them noticed about Ukkon was that he was unlike any other Locust. He spoke in a very articulated manner, even if he was gruff like all the rest. He was also thinner than most of the locust they'd seen so far.

"Yes, I would like to see what they can accomplish. We will have them face some of your beasts." Myrrah responded, before turning to face the two siblings.

"Go now, through there, into the fighting pits. Show us just what you are capable of." Myrrah instructed the two.

"Be delighted to." Harry spoke, as he and Olivia headed for the doorway that would lead them down into the fighting pits, all the while the two were observed by Ukkon.

At first the chief scientist was only fascinated by the fact that the Queen was so interested in two human children. His fascination quickly shifted however, when he noticed Harry's Behir arm, and Olivia's wings which emerged through holes torn in the back of her shirt.

Seeing these things, he quickly realized that these weren't ordinary humans, and he felt his excitement grow.

He led the queen to an observation room over the fighting pits, so they could observe these tests.

Harry and Olivia approaching the entrance to the pit when Harry stopped and turned to face his sister.

He gave her a once over before recalling an aspect of her dream self. He seemed thoughtful for a moment, before extending his hand and drawing forth a spear from the Arsenal. Olivia blinked at the sight of the weapon, and at Harry offering it to you.

"Here. Take this. Spears are easy to use, but hard to master. It'll grant you some distance from our enemies. Use magic when you feel you can, but don't hesitate to use this. Remember, your gifts center around weapons such as this, lean on those gifts." Harry instructed her.

Tentatively, Oliva took the spear. It was a simple thing, just a wooden spear with a sharp steel head on it. Five feet long, good for thrusting and piercing.

She held it for a moment, testing the weight of it, before meeting Harry's gaze and offering him a nod.

"Thanks Harry. I wont let you down." Olivia said to him.

"I know you wont." Harry replied with a smile, before turning and continuing into the chamber, Olivia following right behind him.

They passed into the chamber, which was almost like an arena. Grated floors covered in a brown and black crust lined the room. The chamber was square in shape, close to thirty by thirty meters, almost a complete cube.

The two advanced to about the midway point in the chamber, all the while their noses were assaulted by the intense coppery smell of blood, mixed with rot.

Harry blinked at the smell, while Olivia seemed to have a mixed reaction. She found the scent both repugnant and inviting. It was a strange feeling, one that she wasn't easily able to convey.

Thankfully before either of them could dwell overly long on the rotten scent, gates began to rise on the far side of the chamber.

A shriek tore out of the darkness of the tunnel on the far side of the room. Out of the shadows came a charging cluster of creatures.

They moved like apes, bounding towards the siblings in a kind of gate. They were around three feet tall, and heavily muscles. Obviously they were creatures of the Hallow, but it was apparent that they had been bred and repurposed for war.

They wore some scant armor for a bit of protection, indicating their affinity as weapons for the Locust Horde.

There were five of the beasts in total. They charged at them, feral hunger driving them onward.

Olivia took a breath to steady herself, and Harry sent a glance towards her, taking note of her concern and trepidation. He knew that his sister had been raised to be a fighter. Her whole life she'd been preparing to face Voldemort, so she had some training in this regard. There was a difference though, between training, and the real deal.

He knew she wouldn't hesitate to fight, he was just worried that she'd hesitate to kill.

Deciding to get the ball rolling himself, Harry took a step forward. In his hand, the Elder Wand appeared, Olivia still carried his old wand, on her person, since she didn't have her own. With an upward tick of the wand, a bolt of magic lashed out, ripping the center most charging creature in half.

Blood showered the air, as the two halves were thrown apart, striking two of the other charging creatures.

Of the two remaining creatures, one charged at Harry, and one at Olivia. Another bolt of magic leaped from the Elder wand, this time transforming the creature into a red mist.

The sight of so much blood seemed to trigger Olivia.

Harry caught sight of her, as the creature got close.

It tried to jump at her but she moved sideways and struck out with the spear she was carrying. The strike was decent, again a testament to her inborn gifts, as he doubted she had any practice with polearms.

The spear lanced forward, catching one of the creature's arms, tearing open a chunk of flesh, and earning a shriek of pain.

This didn't slow the creature much, it turned to hiss at her, and then charged again.

She moved with cautious steps, swinging out with the spear, causing the blade to glance across the creature's armor, but it did little to stop it. The creature pummeled into her, knocking her to the ground, and causing her to lose the spear she was holding. It jumped on top of her, and brought fist down towards her head. She just barely managed to roll her head away from the blow.

The creature was smaller than her, and also weaker, she learned as she grabbed at it's arms and held them from striking at her.

It tried to bite her but she reacted, taking from Harry's handful of lessons on hand-to-hand fighting, and means of protecting themselves. Harry had taught them how to throw a punch, and he'd also taught them a few means on trying to escape if they were grabbed or pinned.

The blow worked well, even if it was ill timed. She had moved swiftly to headbutt the creature as it tried to bite her face. The result being her catching several of it's teeth to her forehead and the top of her head, but the surprising strength behind the blow, seemed to have dislocated it's jaw, as it hung open as the creature again hissed in pain.

Releasing one of it's arms Olivia punched it across the head, as hard as she could. The blow caused it's head to jerk sideways, and rubber band back to facing her.

She hit it again, this time drawing blood, which dripped down onto her face.

The moment the blood dripped onto her, she seemed to have a revelation, remembering what they'd spoken about in regards to her wings.

Her attack was slow, and awkward, the sharp bone of the third finger of her wing, pressing into the softer flesh beneath the creature's armor, pushing in, slowly, almost as if exploring, rather than fighting.

She could feel it, feel as the furled mass of her right wing, pressed up into the creature's body, pushing higher and higher, as it's hot blood spilled out around the appendage. She felt the blood spill onto her belly, and soon the creature started spitting it out of it's mouth.

Within a moment or two, it stopped moving, and collapsed in a heap on top of her.

It took little effort to remove herself from beneath the creature. She quickly shot to her feet as she could hear more fighting going on.

She found Harry standing between her and the two remaining creatures. He appeared to be playing with them.

When they charged he would simply swat them back with a wave of magic.

She realized almost immediately that he was waiting for her. He was keeping them occupied so that she could come and finish them. He'd killed plenty before, he wanted her to get used to it. He wanted her to be able to kill on her own, not just out of a need to protect him.

Her eyes briefly drifted down to the corpse of the creature, and then the blood coating the ends of her wings. She felt heat rising in her veins as she stared at the blood. It truly felt like her blood was beginning to ignite. A feeling of euphoria began to touch at her senses as she took in the feeling, and scent of the blood.

The shriek coming from one of the two surviving creatures drew her back to reality.

She swiftly took hold of her fallen spear and rushed forward. Just as Harry banished one of the two back, the other quickly charged at him.

He prepared to send it back again, only for Olivia to rush past him, spear in hand, she drove the spear into the creature's chest, piercing through part of it's armor.

She then lifted it off the ground, and drove her coiled wings hard into it's body, passing through low and under it's armor.

This strike was far faster than her previous one, and carried out with far more brutality and efficiency.

She tossed the creature aside, just as the other moved to pounce on her. She could not rip her spear free from the others body in time, and was forced to fight with her hands.

She caught the medium sized creature as it leaped on her, quickly tossing it back, and extending the chain from her arm. It jumped at her again, and she side-stepped it's pounce and swung out with the short length of chain, cracking the creature hard in the head, sending it to the ground clawing at it's skull in pain.

She stood over the dying creature for a moment, determining how she would kill it. An urge passed through her, and before she could truly recognize what she was doing, she lifted her foot from the ground, and brought her boot down hard on it's skull, splitting it open and causing some brain matter to mash against the grated floor.

She stared down at the corpse for several long moments, watching the blood drain out of it's ruptured skull. Slowly, she turned her gaze to Harry, and found him staring at her with approval shining in his eyes.

His approval filled her with mirth, and pride. She felt elated. Happy. Excited. This feeling, the drive… she couldn't quite explain it. The fighting, the blood, Harry's approval, it all filled her up, made her want more.

From above, Myrrah and Ukkon watched with calculating gazes.

"Such wondrous powers. I've never seen anything like it." The scientist spoke.

"The girl is just as capable of such powers as the boy. He seems to guiding her to physical violence though. I wonder why." Myrrah noted.

"Blooding her, perhaps." Ukkon suggested.

"She did not hesitate to protect him when they were attacked yesterday, though perhaps you are right. Their relationship appears to be a close one, and their intimacy speaks of a deep bond." Myrrah noted in response.

"Let us see more." The scientist declared, pressing a button, and causing another gate to open.

From within it, another troop of those creature emerged. This time ten of them, and driven by the same hunger and anger that the last group did.

Olivia and Harry turned to face them, with Olivia quickly retrieving her spear, as the horde charged at them.

The two quickly drew their wands, and in unison sent twin bombarda spells into the encroaching horde. Two of the center-most creatures were blasted apart, while those immediately around them were thrown aside. The charging ten, became eight, with only three left unaffected, and able to continue the charge.

Olivia pocketed Harry's wand and prepared to advance, only to halt as Harry held out a knife for her to take before doing so.

She swiftly retrieved the knife, keeping it in her hand as she gripped her spear and charged at the oncoming creature alongside Harry, who was now carrying a sword, it and the knife must have come from the Arsenal.

The duo met the three onrushing creatures, cutting through them. Harry spent the fight watching his sister.

He watched how she moved, watched how as the battle persisted her movements became angrier, became more alight with passion. He felt it in her, with every drop of blood she spilled, the Mark of Khorne seemed to grow brighter.

Every kill, seemed to fill her with confidence, her fear, her uncertainty, it drained away, as bloodlust filled her.

Quick jabs with the knife became rapid stabs, tearing open flesh and spilling blood. She cut one creature's throat with the knife, spilling it's blood across her chest, speared one through the skull, another was stabbed by her folded wings. By the end, she had killed six of the total ten. Harry preferring to keep the creatures at bay, and allow Olivia the opportunity to deal with them.

The final challenge came when the gates opened again, unleashing a horde of fifteen of the rampant creatures.

Again, Harry and Olivia fought. Harry used magic keep the many creatures from overwhelming them, while Olivia cut through them. Her bloodlust had reached it's peak. She hardly reacted to the cuts or bites from the creatures, and snarled like a predator as she killed them one by one.

Harry could feel how she was lost in a euphoria of blood and death, how she seemed detached from fear, or worry. There was precision in her movements, precision that countered the bloodlust he felt from her.

She moved, almost like a mix of a warrior and a beast. She only came down from her bloodlust when the final creature had died.

Thirty of the corpses littered the room, some clustered in piles.

From above, Queen Myrrah and Chief Scientist Ukkon watched on, amazed by the carnage. It was obvious that Harry and Olivia weren't fully human, but it was also obvious that they were kids. Wretches, the creatures that they had fought, weren't known for being powerful. They were relatively small, and used numbers, and ambush tactics to their advantage. The Locust wielded them like cannon fodder, or distractions. They were weak. With that being said, one of them could easily kill a normal human. Even one who was armed, could be overwhelmed by them, since they rarely just charged blindly at their targets. These ones did because they were starving but in most cases, they ambushed their pray, attacking them in tight, or enclosed areas where the wretches could get close before their target knew what was coming for them.

To see over thirty of them dead at the hands of two children was incredible.

"What have you found?" Ukkon wondered aloud.

"A gift, I believe." Myrrah hummed with satisfaction. She had known, from the first moment of seeing them fight, that something truly special had found it's way to her. Harry had said that a god had sent them to this place. What that actually meant, Myrrah didn't know, but she wasn't about to turn aside such a wonderful possibility.

The following days were filled with such tests. Harry and Olivia were pitted against various beasts of the Hallow, to show their abilities. At times Olivia would use magic, showing that she had it, and could use it like Harry could, but in most cases she stuck to more conventional forms of combat.

After their first challenge, Harry and Olivia had a long chat about how Olivia had felt during the fight, as well as how she'd felt when fighting the palace guard when they arrived, and when fighting Julia.

Harry wanted to get some insight into what went through her mind during these events.

The first fight, was obviously blind rage and desperation. Seeing her father murdered, seeing Harry hurt, it unleashed something that had always been there. Her whole life she'd wanted to protect Harry, wanted to be with him. Long before they met, he was a constant on her mind. She didn't say it, but Harry heard her think it, how he was her first and only crush, how she'd thought of him intimately pretty much from the moment she started having such feelings at all. She was secretly a bit obsessed with him, though she didn't admit that.

Seeing him in pain, ignited something primal in her, that need to protect him. All thoughts towards her own safety just vanished and all she could think about was how she needed to kill Julia in order to keep Harry safe. So she did so. The pain of degloving one of her hands, barely touched at her mind. In fact, she hadn't felt it at all. Her hand was still degloved when they appeared in the palace, but it was healed after her first death, so she never got the chance to experience just how painful it probably was.

In the courtyard though, she was still driven by a need to protect him, but it was more tempered. Less emotional and more rational. She still wanted to keep him safe, that drive hadn't changed, but something fueling it did. Maybe it was her use of magic? Harry voiced the possibility. He noted how it was apparent that when she fought with magic, she didn't become intoxicated with bloodlust, but when she didn't she felt those affects and was driven into a sort of combat frenzy.

This showed in their first fight against the wretches.

Olivia explained how good it felt to kill them. How the feeling of their blood on her skin made it tingle. She grew embarrassed as she tried to explain how good it felt. She didn't want to use those words but Harry could easily read what she wanted to say. It was like a form of ecstasy. She felt such serene pleasure, such joy from the bloodshed, and the moment their eyes met after the first wave, and she saw the approval in his gaze, her confidence shot through the roof, and she lost herself to the almost intoxicating feeling that she got from spilling blood.

Harry got the sense that this feeling of hers would grow as time went on. They spent more time in the fighting pits, displaying more of their abilities. On the third day, the duo spent their time showing Myrrah and Ukkon what magic could accomplish, showing them transfiguration, and charms, the unique abilities that they possessed.

Learning that it was magic, naturally was met with disbelief. That uncertainty didn't hold for long though, each display of strange power, simply proved the validity of their claim. It was in this time that Myrrah learned more about what the two were doing there, and how they'd come to this place.

It began during a question about their seeming ability to revive after death.

Harry explained that he could revive after he'd been killed, meanwhile Olivia was bound to him, she was a part of him. If she was dead, then when he died, she would revive along side him. Reborn in his ashes. The proof showed in the two bodies she'd left behind.

Due to this, Harry specifically had no fear of death or pain. He hinted that he had endured more pain than could be easily fathomed, even by the cruel and savage Locust. It had broken him, and transformed him. He wasn't immune to pain by any means, but it was nowhere near as mind-numbing at it was before. Pain that should have paralyzed him, should have left him in shock, he was able to fight through. His tolerance for pain was immense.

And the reasoning for why the two were here. Well that revelation absolutely baffled Myrrah and Ukkon. They were from another world. A place called Earth, where more humans resided. Harry was blessed or perhaps cursed by a God that when he died on Earth he was reborn somewhere else, and forced to live in that place for as much as ninety years. He had done this before, and had remained in that place for twenty-four years, so he'd be here for while. This wasn't his world though, this wasn't either of their worlds. It's why they were willing to join forces with the Locust. They had no connection to the humans of Sera, they had no reason to like or hate them. The Locust had offered them a place to call home, and a purpose, that was enough reason to side with them. The two were simply here for a time. They had no idea how long that was, but they were intent on getting the most out of it, while they were here. Myrrah had offered them a place, and the duo saw an opportunity to learn, to grow, and to gather greater power.

It was the following day when the siblings first met RAAM. A skilled Locust commander, who led a force of Locust known as the Bloodied Vanguard. RAAM was a Vold in the Locust military, basically a lieutenant, and he led a force of a couple thousand Drones, Boomers, and even Therons. After gaining more insight into the duo, Myrrah came to the decision to deploy the siblings with the Bloodied Vanguard. Harry and Olivia seemed intent on fighting, and desired to spill blood, so Myrrah would place them with a unit that was well known for fighting in some of the harshest battles.

Before their introduction, RAAM was given the chance to view how the two fought, watching them in the fighting pits as they cut through a swarm of wretches with ever growing viciousness.

Myrrah was intent on seeing how the two fared against the Lambent, and she had chosen the one who would wield the duo in battle.

RAAM for his part, was observant of the duo, though offered little in the way of his opinion. Introductions were overly brief, and the two were led deep into the Inner Hallow, into it's southern reaches where the Bloodied Vanguard carried out most of it's missions.

There, RAAM directed the two into their first fight with the Lambent.

The Lambent themselves were infected beings. Creatures who had taken in a fatal dose of Imulsion spores and contracted the disease. The effects of Lambency were plain to see. It converted the internals of the organism into imulsion, causing it to literally flow through their veins. Imulsion was naturally hot, so the infected creatures steamed and were coated in blackened flesh. Many had begun to slowly mutate, growing fungal stalks out of their bodies. The biggest issue with the creatures was that they exploded upon death. This explosion aerosolized the imulsion in their bodies, creating clouds of spores that hung in the air, making it very easy for other creatures to inhale a lethal quantity of spores.

Not all creatures were affected by Lambency. A few creatures in the Hallow had a natural immunity, or a higher resistance to Lambency than say the Locust. For example, the Rockworms were immune to it, as the Locust had never encountered a lambent variant. Some of the larger creatures that the Locust employed as weapons such as the Brumak and the Corpsers had a heightened immunity to it, or at least they hadn't encountered Lambent variants of them yet. An immunity to Lambency didn't immediately mean one couldn't be harmed by Imulsion. It still existed in a naturally hot state, and thus was constantly fuming. It was also alive, since it was actually a liquid fungus. Being alive also meant that it could evolve, which was one of Myrrah's fears. She worried that at any point the Lambent could evolve to begin infecting every creature in the Hallow, she even feared that it would make it's way to the surface and begin infecting it as well. Right now, thankfully, surface creatures appeared immune to lambency. Humans had been around Imulsion for decades and hadn't been afflicted with Lambency. They did still get Rustlung, but aside from that, were completely ignorant to how dangerous Imulsion really was. Still though, it was only a matter of time. All it would take is for the imulsion to evolve to infect humans and suddenly the entire surface could be under assault by the Lambent.

Lambent themselves were rather intelligent, or at least they maintained the level of intelligence of whatever they infected. Meaning things like infected drones, knew how to use weapons, and tactics, and also likely knew information that the host knew, meaning each casualty opened the doorway for an information leak that could doom entire units of Locust. If one member fell who knew where the Locust camps were, than the more intelligent Lambent could attack those locations breaking the Locust's hold over the area.

It was a devastating and dangerous balancing act. Locust commanders had to determine what they could tell their subordinates and what they couldn't. They had to know what information to risk, and what to hide.

Unfortunately, after already having consumed many members of the Locust, the Lambent knew of their cities, including Nexus, and were constantly pressing towards them, intent on killing or infecting everything in their path.

Their first skirmish against the lambent was brief. Hearing what the creatures were capable of left the two cautious in how they confronted them. They used only magic at first, striking the creatures down with various spells, that worked to blistering effect.

A brief flash of light and one would go down, then another, and then another. They exploded in showers of imulsion and aerosolized spores. RAAM watched with a keen interest.

Harry and Olivia worked together to bring down the troop of lambent, studying how they fought, and how they died. It became clear that fighting at close range would be difficult as the Lambent exploded when they died.

Still, even after only a few brief battles, Harry was already starting to come up with some ideas.

Days began to pass, as Harry and Olivia traveled with the Bloodied Vanguard throughout the southern reaches of the Inner Hallow.

Each day there was a skirmish or two with the Lambent. The Vanguard was tasked with hunting the Lambent and slaughtering them where they gathered in order to prevent hordes of them from grouping together for larger assaults.

At first, Harry and Olivia were treated with mockery, and curiosity by the various drones. The two small human children, were far from intimidating. RAAM for his part, was mostly observant. He had told his troops that the two were there at the request of their Queen, but he gave no orders as to how they were to be treated.

It was clear that within the Bloodied Vanguard, and even among the Locust in general there was a hierarchy to things. The weak bent knee to the strong. Aside from those who actually held ranks, the rest of the Maags or lowest ranked soldiers, were left to order themselves based on a hierarchy of strength.

It took several days for the curiosity of the two to fade, and in it's place, an intent to put these two where they belonged, at the bottom of the pecking order.

When not fighting, Harry and Olivia were training. Harry taught her how to access the Arsenal, and how to commune with it. It truly was an amazing experience for her, as she tapped into the power and gained an instinctive understanding of everything that Harry had gathered within it. Any tool sealed into the Arsenal could be retrieved from it with just a thought. Swords, spears, axes, shields, Harry's Wand, and the Elder Wand. Pieces of armor, ranging from leather, to plate-mail, bows, and knives. Basically anything that could reliably be seen as a tool of combat, could be placed in the Arsenal. It was like their own mobile armory.

Harry and Olivia spent a great deal of time testing her innate martial ability with various weapons. Every physical martial tool, quickly settled into her hands. Within moments they were comfortable, and within days she was fighting with greater skill than Harry, who had years of experience. Harry had personally been trained in how to use these tools by the knights of Gwyn as well as others he'd met on his previous journey. He'd refined his skills on his own over the years, to suit his own style. To Olivia though, these things came to her like breathing.

Harry also began focusing her magical training onto spells that she could incorporate into her fighting that wouldn't break the amplifying effect she gained from Khorne. If she used plain magic, like casting spells she'd lose that power boost. If she fought without magic she got it back. However… if she used magic that assisted in physical combat, but didn't use magic to do the fighting, that was different.

Harry began teaching Olivia how to apperate. It was an incredibly difficult skill to use, just on it's own, but using it in battle, it was the kind of thing only people like the Aurors attempted to pull off. He was certain if she could learn and master such a power, she'd become infinitely more versatile and mobile in battle.

After explaining his intentions, Olivia took to those lessons with gusto, seeing the two practicing their teleportation, definitely earned them incredulous looks from the Locust.

It was around a week into their time with the Bloodied Vanguard when the first incident occurred.

Of course, when it comes to creatures of instinct, and the established pecking order, food was the place where the hierarchy needed to be established.

Harry and Olivia had just retrieved their rations when two hulking drones approached them, knocking the food from Harry's hands.

He gave the two creatures an amused look as they began snarling at him, and speaking the locust language in rough, coarse barks.

Harry stood rooted to the spot as the two creatures towered over him.

One of them advanced and shoved at Harry, no doubt intent on pushing him to the ground, but Harry kept his footing as he was pushed back.

Olivia felt her anger spark, her mark of Khorne beginning to dimly glow as it fueled her anger. She was having none of this, she advanced drawing Harry's wand, and pointing at the drone's chest, a spell on her lips as the wand began glowing.

The drone let out a bark, and batted her hand away, but Olivia had seen this coming. In her opposite hand, a knife appeared and she drove it up towards the creature's face. The drone saw the blade coming and blocked it with it's hand, the knife cutting deep into the skin but not going through. The flesh of the Locust was tough, and difficult to pierce. The creature grunted in pain and with a solid blow, cracked Olivia across the side of the head, dropping her to knee.

Harry saw blood drip from her mouth, onto the stone floor of the cavern they were in.

Olivia's vision blurred for a moment before focusing on the blood.

In an instant, she snapped.

The drone was inspecting the cut on his hand, when Olivia shot up, throwing a punch that the drone swiftly caught.

In that moment her wings erupted from beneath her robes, and lanced up into the drone's torso. In a move she was becoming familiar with, the hardened bones of her wings drilled up through the drone's body, crisscrossing somewhere within it's mass of flesh, the ends, beginning to emerge from the base of it's neck as it slowly lifted into the air.

Shouts and howls of violence filled the air as surrounding drones witnessed the sudden death.

Blood erupted from her foe's mouth as she held it up with a vicious look on her face.

The second drone let out a shriek of anger, drawing his side arm, only for a lance of light to catch his weapon hand, exploding the arm in a shower of gore.

Blood and bones rained down over the drones who stood in the background, as the second screamed out in pain and surprise.

Harry was moving by now, his rage, matching his sister's. He passed by her, his wand retrieved.

The next spell that left his lips, caused a frigid chill to spill out over the cavern.

"Crucio!" He snarled and suddenly the drone began screaming.

It fell to the ground and violently thrashed as it howled in pain. The horrible dark spell was enough to draw Olivia out of her bloodlust and discard her slain foe, dropping his corpse to the ground. Her eyes quickly fell onto Harry and the thrashing drone.

The others watched in mesmerized horror. The battle-hardened and vicious warriors of the Bloodied Vanguard felt all of the heat snatched from their bodies by the use of that dark magic.

The unending screams that erupted from the drone, the torturous wails of agony, were unlike anything they'd ever heard. They were a cruel lot, there was no doubt in that, but these were screams of such pure agony, that even they were horrified. Some felt themselves retreating, others growing nervous.

RAAM stood watch as this happened, having been drawn by the sound of fighting. He watched the attack on the duo, and their retaliation.

A minute passed, and then a second. Two full minutes of nothing but the screams of the drone as it was tortured by the curse.

The true horror of the torture curse wasn't known by many. People liked to say that it was a pain so great it could drive you to insanity. That was true, but only with repeated uses. You see, the torture curse actually didn't inflict the worst, mind-breaking pain imaginable. No, it was far more insidious than that. It inflicted pain so great, it could bring one to the 'brink' of insanity, but it would not break them. A single, continuous use of the torture curse was the worst kind of hell, because there was no hope of reprieve. Every time you used it on someone, it only hurt them up to the point their mind would break, but it never went beyond that. Those driven to insanity by the torture curse, had it happen because they were tortured repeatedly.

Those repeated assault tore down the mind and shattered it, but a single use of the spell, without stopping was the purest most undiluted form of torture.

It carried on for another thirty seconds, Olivia's focus mostly being on the blood that drained out of the drone's severed arm as he convulsed.

Finally, Harry withdrew. By now, a shadow had built around him. Darkness seemed to ebb off of him in visible torrents. He stared down at the drone with a cold cruelty before lifting his gaze to the surrounding soldiers. His eyes passed over them without fear. He could feel their unease, their concern. Dark magic had a way about it of overriding the senses. Those not trained to resist the effects of it's use could be momentarily stunned when powerful dark spells were used near them.

Olivia, who stood beside him, had her attention drawn from the corpse, to the visible shadows ebbing off of her brother. These shadows shaped and twisted, drifting from solid globs, to black mist. Energy that almost seemed to boil in contact with the air. She didn't quite know what she was seeing, but if felt unspeakably cold, yet, at the same time, remarkably like Harry.

She didn't quite know why, but this power coming off of him, made her feel good. It was so much like him, so vivid, in how clearly 'him' that it was, that despite the cold, she felt comforted by it.

Harry's eyes scanned the crowd for a moment longer, looking for anyone else eager to put up a challenge. His eyes settled on RAAM, the commander of the Vanguard gave a curt nod of approval before turning away.

In the life of the Locust, it was kill or be killed. If you bit off more than you could chew, there was rarely any second chances.

That was the first time they were challenged, and it was obvious that the two had proven how vicious they were. Afterwards, the two discussed what had happened, with Harry commenting how he was surprised that Olivia had escalated the situation. While the Drones had shoved him, obviously starting the fight, she had elevated the situation by drawing her wand, and a blade.

She asked him if that was the wrong thing to do. She was learning to fight, and she had seen how brutal the Locust were. She knew that if it came down to it, the Locust Drones would be unlikely to just sod off with a stare down.

Harry commended her, since he knew she was right. Those drones had intended to put the little humans in their place. He could sense their intentions, though he didn't elaborate on what he meant by 'sense'.

Harry was encouraging her to follow her instincts, and do what she felt was right. He was starting to wonder just how much control or influence Khorne had over her in this state. Was it full control, or could he just amplify her emotions? Luna's deal with the Dark Gods meant that they couldn't directly influence him, but they could influence others, such as their servants. For now it seemed like Khorne was amplifying her rage, and anger, while her evolution had also caused her to develop a lust for blood.

To protect him or not, she had killed a sentient being today without an ounce of hesitation. It was unnerving to see, yet at the same time, Harry found himself deeply appreciative of how willing she was to protect him. He'd never had someone care that much about him, never had someone so devoted to his safety.

Olivia was happy to have his approval. Aside from facing and defeating Voldemort, her only other goal in life was to form a bond with, and protect her brother. In truth that had been her first dream, her first great goal in life. Now that she was getting the opportunity to protect him, to be by his side and join in adventures with him she was positively elated. The thought of killing had once repulsed her, but after having done it a few times, without facing any negative repercussions, she was quickly losing what morals she had that told her it was wrong.

If it was wrong, why did it feel right? Why did it seem so obvious an answer to threats? Why did it earn her Harry's approval? Killing those who threatened her, who threatened him, it made logical sense to her, and as time went on, she found that it was becoming so much easier to pull off, and bit by bit, she was starting to want it too. To feel blood flow across her body as it spilled out of a murdered foe. These thoughts were brief, and startling to her at first, but they remained constant, and growing as time passed.

Her relationship with blood was quickly changing. Seeing it flow from the body of a recent kill was intoxicating. Feeling it wash over her skin, made her whole body tingle with excitement. She often thought about one time very recently when she'd seen Harry blast apart a lambent wretch. The spell caused the creature to explode in a shower of guts and imulsion. Seeing that explosion of gore and viscera sent a bolt of pleasure racing across her body.

She spent the rest of the day afterwards, hot and bothered, and unable to do anything to relieve the tension as she traveled with the horde.

That was something else she was noticing. Spilling the blood of the lambent, or in their case, the imulsion in their veins, elicited the same feeling as spilling regular blood. She was beginning to grasp that when the Blood God commanded that the blood flow, he meant in all it's forms. It didn't need to be the red blood of humans. So long as it was the vehicle of life, in the body of an organism, Khorne wanted it spilled. The Imulsion that churned in the veins of the Lambent was exactly that, and every drop of it spilled, elicited the same reaction from Olivia.

In fact, it was with this realization that she also came to another one, though she had no way to confirm it yet. Despite them mostly using magic right now to kill the lambent, the creatures exploded upon death, meaning they lost basically all of their 'blood'. Did that mean that Harry and Olivia were gaining the full power boost from each kill? She didn't know, but she was starting to wonder as to how true such a thing was.

More time began to pass. It was after reporting on a successful ambush on some lambent creatures that the siblings had their first real conversation with RAAM and his second in command, a member of the Locust religious caste, Skorge. After reporting their success, it was RAAM who openly wondered why the two didn't use guns.

The answer to that was simple, they didn't know how. RAAM then gave them a long look, and decided to teach them himself.

Harry took to firearms well, he had the strength to wield the heavy locust armament with relative ease, and his vision made him a naturally good shot, it was the mechanics behind the weapons that Harry took time to learn. Reloading, weapon care, and handling, all these were lessons he had to learn. Olivia though, she took to guns like it was no ones business. With similar speed as she did with melee weapons, these ranged tools of war, became easy for her to handle and control after only a few practices.

The two mostly practiced with the main locust firearm, the Hammerburst assault rifle. It was average in the hands of the small humans, but rather small for the locust. A burst-fire rifle, known for it's stability in firing. The duo started learning on how to use it, but Olivia quickly took on and began learning how to use other firearms as well.

Using guns, quickly became Olivia's answer in battle. While Khorne preferred melee, firearms were okay to use, and thus, Olivia gained the advantage of range, but the boost of being empowered by the powers of the Blood God. Within just a couple of weeks, she was a better shot with the Hammerburst than most members of the Bloodied Vanguard, and she soon began carrying other weapons as well. Alongside the Hammerburst, Olivia also wielded a Boltok Pistol, the standard issue locust sidearm, a powerful revolver designed with brute force in mind. She also found herself carrying a double-barreled sawed-off shotgun into battle.

The more she fought, the closer she wanted to get to the action. She hardly even noticed the light burns she got from imulsion when some would splatter on her from a recent kill. Harry spent time after each battle healing some of these light burns, which only began to hurt once Olivia came down from the bloodlust of battle.

The two were also starting to note during longer battles, that as Olivia's bloodlust grew, so too did the temperature of her body. If she kept fighting for around an hour, her skin would be hot to the touch, despite her pouring sweat. At times Harry even thought he saw steam rising off of her. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it, and had very little opportunity in the heat of battle to investigate.

The two found their place alongside the Bloodied Vanguard. Learning more about the Locust, and earning their approval through repeated victories. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into a month. Harry and Olivia began bonding with their Locust comrades, earning their favor, and respect. Olivia didn't need Harry in danger to start standing up for herself. If one of the drones wanted to badmouth her for her size, she'd quickly step up to them, ready and willing to throw down.

She was hotheaded, just like Harry had been before his first trip. She didn't take people bad-mouthing her, or him, and she was confrontational when she sensed a challenge. A part of him thought these might be dangerous traits to have, but another part, noted that as a Khornite daemon, fighting would be in her blood, in her every aspect, so encouraging her to know when to fight and answer challenges, and when not to, became his major focus in teaching her. He had no intention of dissuading her from fighting, in fact it was quite the opposite. He just wanted her to know when to release the beast inside, and when to take it on the chin.

She was receptive to his criticisms, and acknowledged her temper. Again, he didn't seek to dissuade her, no he was more interested in honing her aggression, to a razor's edge.

With each battle, Olivia's confidence grew to new heights, and Harry was left to carefully observe as his sister changed and evolved, all the while a clock was counting down the days in his head. Sera had longer years and longer days, so Harry had to carefully keep track of how much time was passing, since he didn't know if the five years of allotted time for their brands was tied to Earth years, or the years of the world they were on.

Eventually he just broke down and asked the Black Book which thankfully confirmed that it was linked to the length of a year on the world the mark was currently present on. Meaning by coming here, Olivia had actually gained a lot more time. As the average Seran year was over 420 days, meaning they got over half a year of extra time for Olivia's five year limit, just by being here.

So Harry kept track of time, and monitored his sister's progress. She needed to appease Khorne and prove she was a worthy representative of the Blood God, and his ambitions. So Harry kept watch over her, and made sure she understood the adage of the Blood God clearly, just as Luna had explained it to him. Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne.

-Six Months After arrival-

It was three days before a full Seran month had passed when Luna finally reconnected with Harry, and began conversing with him again. Though Harry would share Luna's knowledge, thoughts and feelings with Olivia, the only real interaction the two had at that point was in their shared dreams, where before, Harry was the only conscious one, now he at least had Luna there, who was also conscious of what she got up to in the dreamworld. Not that the content of their dreamworld overly changed.

Olivia had developed a growing struggle with a developing sense of arousal when exposed to bloodshed and combat, and she basically had no outlet for her frustrations. She had no privacy to handle her needs, as they traveled with the Bloodied Vanguard, and at night, within their small tent, which Harry had enchanted to make larger on the inside than it was on the outside, they still only had one room, with no more than a cot to sleep on. Harry had offered to give her, her own room, but she immediately turned him down, unable to resist the idea of being able to share a bed with him, without having to openly admit that she wanted to, and why she wanted to.

The two slept in the same bed, and though they tried to maintain a respectful distance, it wasn't long before they sought comfort in each other's warmth. Again to keep things from becoming embarrassing, Olivia would act as the big spoon, when they cuddled which she and he were more than happy with, as Olivia enjoyed holding him, and Harry didn't have to worry about her feeling his erections from their nightly escapades in the dreamworld.

Of course with Olivia's growing frustration, the only time she found any release was from their nocturnal activities. Climaxing in her sleep, or awakening in the throws of an orgasm was helping somewhat but it also made her more frustrated. Harry meanwhile was just trying desperately to keep Olivia from realizing that he was having a very similar problem. Almost every night, though especially after battles, Olivia's subconscious self would jump him in the dreamworld and the two would have raunchy sex with each other.

This only continued to become more complicated once Luna found her way back to him, and joined them at night. For a time, Harry and Olivia tried to just ignore they're growing attraction to each other. Despite openly being a couple, they didn't want to rush things, but it quickly became maddening how desperately they wanted each other, and with almost no actual obstacles, they had nothing to really keep them apart. The Locust didn't know they were siblings, even if they looked alike. Aside from only a few sparse moments of privacy, such as when they slept, there wasn't much else keeping them from doing anything.

Finally, about a week after Luna had returned to him, Harry and Olivia had both had enough. They awoke from the after effects of their own climaxes, and were left completely unsatisfied. Harry himself tried to remain still and just go back to sleep, but the moment he heard Olivia softly moan into his ear, he lost all restraint and just turned to face her.

He found her with her shirt pulled up, revealing her breasts, one hand was fondling them, while the other was snaked down between her legs, rubbing at her opening through her underwear.

She froze for only a moment when Harry turned to face her, but slowly resumed when he lowered his underwear and began to stroke his member.

Her eyes remained locked with his, and Harry could hear as her mind blazed with questions and scenarios.

"This is really happening? He's looking at me! I can't stop, but I want him… All of this time, and now we're this close…" Olivia thought to herself.

Harry felt himself smile, and leaned in close to kiss her. Her hands came off of her body and held at his head, keeping him in the kiss for several long moments. As they kissed, his own hands moved, sliding up to her breasts, and taking them both, causing her to whimper slightly but hold herself in the kiss.

After a few moments, they finally pulled free in order to breathe.

"Harry…" Olivia uttered.

"Olivia… do you wanna…?" He asked her, eyes alight with lust and desire.

Olivia's face flushed at his question but she nodded, causing him to kiss her again, and softly grope at her breasts.

She returned his kiss for a moment before quickly pulling away. She threw herself over towards her pack, where Harry's wand, which had more or less become her wand, lay. While she grabbed at it, Harry playfully grabbed at her underwear, pulling it down to her knees, and off of her completely, causing her to glance back at him with an embarrassed smirk.

She held up the wand to him in a playful threatening manner. Harry just grinned at her.

She gave him a long look before uttering and making the motion for a spell.

He blinked at her for a moment wondering what spell she had just cast.

"It's the contraception spell. It'll be active for an hour." She said to him, causing his eyes to light up with excitement.

He quickly took the wand from her and cast his own spell, to make sure he didn't hurt her. She gave him the same curious look but before she could ask what he'd done, he was on her, kissing her roughly before pulling her shirt up over her head, leaving her entirely naked.

"You're so beautiful." He growled into her ear, causing her body to vibrate with pleasure.

Before she knew it, she was on her back, with Harry on top of her, slowly pushing his member into her depths. She groaned in pain and discomfort as she was stretched further and further, and he took her maidenhead. Still, despite the pain, this was the greatest moment of her life so far. The brother that she had desired, lusted for, and loved from afar for so long, was now claiming her virginity. Not even for a moment did she think about how wrong it was. She was positively elated.

The pain persisted for several long moments, as Harry gently pressed into her depths, and then retreated.

It took some time but the pain of losing her virginity gave way to pleasure. Soon Olivia was softly whimpering, fighting desperately to keep from crying out in pleasure as the two had sex. Occasionally the two would kiss, and throughout it all, Harry groped at her body, running his hands over her stomach, and hips. Holding her butt as he thrust into her, or playing with her tits. The two held their pace until Olivia reached her climax. Harry had to cover her mouth with his hand to keep her from screaming in pleasure as she bucked up against him. He grinned down at her as her face flushed. She quickly pulled him into a kiss, one that he held as he rolled onto his back, taking her with him.

He stared up at her, as she sat up, the two still connected at the hip. She blinked for a moment before she understood what he wanted. Slowly she rose and fell on his member. It was cautious, exploratory. While she gently road him, Harry got the opportunity to gaze at her naked body, admiring her beauty.

For a short while, her only focus was on getting into a stable pattern, but once she noticed him eyeing her lustfully, she matched his gaze and began to pick up the pace.

A few more moments passed before Harry grabbed her hips and started thrusting roughly up into her. She covered her mouth with her hands to keep the rest of the camp from hearing her. Finally the moment came where Harry reached his peek and erupted into her depths. He held in his own groan of pleasure as he filled her sex with his seed.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the heat of his release fill her and begin to spill out of her.

Her face flushed in embarrassment and his eyes quickly met hers. He smiled at her, a genuine, loving smile, which she quickly returned.

The two sank into a kiss, and resumed making love. They stayed attached at the hip for the remainder of the hour they had from the contraception spell.

After their time was up, they found themselves laying together, wrapped in an embrace.

"Harry?" Olivia questioned, her head rested on her chest.

"Yeah?" Harry asked in response.

"Do you love me?" She asked him, lifting her gaze to meet his own.

He stared at her for a long moment before smiling. He gently caressed her cheek, brushing the black strands of hair away from her face. "With all my heart." He finally answered.

"I love you too." She said to him, leaning down to kiss him after she did.

The two separated after a few moments and continued staring at one another. Finally Olivia rested on top of him, sinking into his chest for warmth.

"I can't believe it. We really did it. We had sex. And he says he loves me! He actually loves me!" Olivia's thoughts played in Harry's mind, causing his smile to grow, and for him to hold her just a bit tighter.

It was the start of the next step of their romantic relationship, and it would only grow from there.

From that night onward, the two would often make love before and after they went to sleep. Olivia's growing sense of bloodlust and passionate drive to satisfy her own needs, meant that she was usually up to have sex, even if it was just a quicky. Harry tried to keep it passionate, and romantic, but that was difficult especially with how lustful both of them became. While the first night was easier, subsequent nights became more difficult to keep himself under control. The Mark of Slaanesh would blaze as he took in the fact that he was actively fucking his older sister.

Just recognizing that fact was enough to shoot his lust through the roof. Thanks to Olivia's knowledge of the Contraception spell, Harry didn't have to waste a single thought on protection. So long as they remembered to cast it, and keep casting it, if they wanted to go past the first hour, they were golden, and he definitely took time to learn it himself, for future use, when it came time to possibly be with Daphne, or Tracey.

Sex with Olivia quickly became absolutely intoxicating for Harry. The mark of Slaanesh would blaze, as his perceptions of pleasure altered and peaked. The sensitive zones on his body, became far more so when the mark activated. Rubbing her hands through his hair, nibbling on his ear or kissing at his neck, felt incredible. Sinking into her depths was rapturous, and he couldn't escape the desire to repeatedly fill her depths or cover her body in his seed. Though their relationship was young, Harry quickly conquered every one of her holes. Olivia for her part, loved every second of it. Though she was unaffected by the powers that were influencing him, she still enjoyed the way he ravished her. He tried to remain sensual and romantic, but it was quickly becoming apparent that rough aggressive sex, was their go-to.

Olivia loved having her clothes ripped off of her, having her head forced into the bed or pillow while he pounded into her. She loved the feeling of his seed filling her depths or splashing onto her face. It all made her feel sexy, made her feel wanted, desirable. Especially knowing that he'd fucked Fleur, that he was actively having sex with Luna back in their world, and that he'd had two lovers in the previous world he'd been to. She loved getting that reaction from him, getting him all worked up. It quickly dawned on her that she did not need to try hard at all to get Harry into the mood to fuck her.

Sometimes all it took was a look, and he'd be all over her, which she loved. The two had high libidos and Harry was a skilled lover. Olivia enjoyed having him all to herself for the moment, though she was ever taking an active interest in Luna in their shared dreams, growing ever more curious about being with a girl in that way. A fantasy for another life, she told herself, though it was one that Luna obviously picked up on, and encouraged when they finally met again in person.

As the days went on, Harry and Olivia learned more about one another, growing closer and closer. They became comfortable sharing more about their lives, and soon even their own darkest secrets were shared amongst each other, with Harry even admitting to her the things he sometimes felt and dreamed about due to the influence of the Dark Gods. He even told her how the Gods could affect certain emotions of his. Like how Khorne could affect his rage, Slaanesh his ability to feel pleasure, and Tzeentch his curiosity, Nurgle was the only one he didn't know yet.

Olivia listened to these admissions and much to his reassurance, showed no signs of disgust at what he admitted in his dreams. The more time passed, the more he understood that his sister was a bit off. Her moral compass wasn't as rigid as James had probably intended.

She was a bit odd, but then again, Harry found that he liked odd girls. The comments he received from Luna while he made love to Olivia nearly brought him to giggles several times, and it of course earned embarrassment from Olivia when he explained the fine point that Luna knew what he knew, so as his thoughts focused on her during sex, Luna knew everything dancing in his mind and occasionally made comments about it.

It was embarrassing at first, but Olivia soon grew used to it, and would occasionally whisper raunchy words to Luna, into his ears, just to hear from him, what she had to say in regards to those comments.

More time passed, and while Harry and Olivia's relationship grew, so to did Olivia begin to actively strike up a friendship with Luna. It was strange to Harry how talkative the two could get, considering Harry himself had to vocalize all of Luna's responses. It got to the point sometimes when the two could converse this way, almost as if Harry wasn't there. This of course, became annoying to Harry, but it was obvious to him that Olivia was simply in search of a 'girl' friend to talk to, as she had never really had one, and wanted to have someone to talk to, outside of Harry, which Harry didn't mind. He knew talking to just one person could get boring, even if you loved them dearly. He loved Luna, but the two had run out of things to talk about pretty early on, in his first trip into another life. As Death, she'd spent most of her time following his family line, so she had plenty of stories about what his ancestors got up to, but aside from that, she really didn't have much else to talk to him about. Her life as Luna Lovegood was pretty short by comparison, and so she ran out of things to tell him about herself pretty early on, and she already knew everything about him, since she'd been with him since the moment he was born. Neither faulted the other for it. It's just how it was. The two got pretty animated when they found or experienced something new or interesting, but you could only talk about the same things, get the same perspective from someone so many times before you just knew how they'd react by default.

Naturally having a friend in Olivia was something that Luna wanted too, so Harry wondered if it was possible for Luna to learn how to communicate with Olivia. He essentially questioned if her ability to mentally communicate with him came from him being the Master of Death or if it was something she could just do? Luna admitted that she could just do it, so he suggested for her to try and reach out to Olivia's mind, so that the two could actually communicate instead of this two-way game of telephone through him.

It didn't take overly long before Luna successfully contacted Olivia's mind and began communicating with her mentally. It was more difficult for her to locate Olivia's mind, in comparison to how easy it was to find Harry, but her proximity to him, and their connection helped her to do it. Now the two could talk in their minds, and Luna became a constant presence for Olivia, talking with her, communicating, and just being a new companion to help keep things lively.

For six months, the two traveled with the Bloodied Vanguard, fighting the Lambent across the Hallow. In that time, their fighting ability grew. In Harry's first trip, he'd chosen to be an adventurer, exploring the new world he had found himself in. In this world, he chose to walk a different path. He explored other skills, and other pursuits. He would fight alongside Olivia in battle, but he also spent time with RAAM, speaking with the Locust commander, and learning more about how to command troops and strategize. RAAM was gruff with him in the beginning, but his and Olivia's continued success and what they offered to the troop, eventually opened him up to their presence.

He would allow Harry and Olivia to be there as he strategized and set plans in place to deal with their various encounters with the lambent. He would answer their questions about why this way or that. It helped them both begin to develop a keener eye for leadership, strategy, and tactics.

Olivia was quickly becoming the deadliest member of the Bloodied Vanguard. Her fear of death and pain began to vanish, the realization that both were only temporary allowed her to embrace them. The only reason that she didn't become reckless in the face of death was the understanding that each time she died, Harry would also have to die in order to revive her, and this meant he'd have to take on a new mutation. He still kept from her the part where he also got something from her when she died, so it was actually two mutations. He knew knowing that part would just upset her more in regards to the deaths she endured.

In the six months that had passed, she had died twice. Once when catching a bullet to the heart, courtesy of a Lambent Drone. The second was when she killed another lambent creature but misjudged her position. She had killed it at close range, but found herself cornered when she did so, the creature exploded upon death, and the resulting explosion threw her back against the rocks, her head receiving a fatal crack against the stone that killed her instantly.

Seeing her die was a surprise to the Locust. Seeing Harry knelt over her body with sadness dancing on his face, was not. The sigh he'd let out when he pulled a firearm from his side, place it to his temple and pull the trigger was almost mesmerizing in how swift and without hesitation it was. Then came the light, as his body burst into ash, and a flame erupted from within it. From that flame, Harry returned, Olivia by his side, both reborn in his ashes.

That definitely threw the Vanguard for a loop. RAAM had been told of their resurrection powers, but now he'd seen it first hand. Seeing their powers, seeing their resurrection, affirmed his understanding that the Queen was right to take them in, and use them for the Locust's benefit.

With each death, Harry took note of whether there was any changes or not. Four deaths at the hands of the Locust Theron Guards, at the palace when they first arrived. Two for him, two for Olivia. Two of Olivia's deaths at the hands of the Lambent, and two suicides. Eight mutations, but what were they?

The more he died, the more he mutated, the more he understood that the things he could acquire from these creatures were far from just physical. For a time, he did not understand what he had acquired from the Locust. It was only as he explored his mental powers, and practiced his ability to read minds did he link into the Locust Hive Mind.

The Locust themselves were linked to their queen and each other through a Hive Mind. They couldn't communicate through it, but Myrrah could. The Hive Mind had it's limits. For example they couldn't share senses through it, but Myrrah could see through their eyes. The standard Locust Drones couldn't telepathically communicate, but they could hear Myrrah's orders, and they received a sense of unity and cohesion through the Hive Mind. The Kantus Locust could also tap into the Hive Mind, and receive visions, though those visions were actually glimpses into Myrrah's mind.

What he'd gained from the Theron Guards was all the same thing. He'd gained their link to the Hive Mind. This, when linked with the Mindflayer Parasite which was a more powerful Hive-minded organism, allowed Harry to strongly interface with the Locust Hive Mind. After only a few months of practice he found himself able to link with every member of the Bloodied Vanguard, and was able to sense their feelings and their condition, and with a bit of focus, easily hear their thoughts.

He was certain he could send out commands just as Myrrah could, though he actively chose not to, as he didn't know how they would react, and how Myrrah would if she knew he shared in this power. He did however begin to study how to link his mind to Olivia's his intention being to be able to easily and casually share his thoughts with her, and somehow do as Myrrah could and see through his sister's eyes, and even eventually experience things through her senses.

It was a slow going experiment, as he hadn't yet decided to reveal the full scope of his mental powers to his sister. It had nothing to do with not trusting her, he was more so concerned that such information could be leaked if he shared it with too many people, so he chose to keep such a powerful tool to himself, he did consider hiding such information under a Fidelus but then he'd have to anoint a Secret Keeper. The only two options he had for such a role would be Luna or Sirius as both knew of his mental powers, or at least in Sirius' case, that he had a dead mind-flayer parasite in his brain. A small note on that was his wondering as to the condition of the parasite as he knew that his mental powers were growing, but he wasn't undergoing the effects of ceremorphosis the process of turning into a Mind-Flayer, so he wasn't quite sure what was going on there.

Circling back, his reasoning for not appointing either of them Secret Keeper was unique to either of them. In Sirius' case it would simply paint a bigger target on his back, and Harry didn't want that for him, and in Luna's case, neither was sure what would happen by making Death a Secret Keeper. Would the ritual specifically target just Luna, or would it link to her existence as Death? That question led into several others surrounding the nature of Luna's existence as Death, and what the focal point of her consciousness in this body meant, and unfortunately there were no concrete answers, just theories, so that was an unlikely avenue to pursue, at least until they learned more.

For now, he just chose to keep it a secret until he felt the time was right, or there was no other choice. The secret powers of his body, were all very valuable, especially as they grew and evolved, so he didn't want to many people knowing about them, even if they were people he trusted, like Olivia. For now he could simply right off his ability to read minds as simple Legilimency and leave it at that.

Moving on to his other gifts, he had no idea what he got from the Lambent. All he knew was that he felt different after receiving his new gifts from them. He couldn't find the right words to describe it, and he couldn't talk with Olivia about those mutations without revealing how he got them, and thus revealing to her, that he got a mutation for every time she died, not just when he died. Luna also couldn't offer him much in the way of help, as she hadn't noticed any major changes either.

As for his two suicides, what he'd gotten from himself he also wasn't one hundred percent on, but he suspected it was his vampiric blood, which he noticed was much stronger in the following days. Having Vampiric blood granted him certain abilities like the power to read through someone's life by drinking their blood, but he didn't have access to all of their powers due to the unicorn blood and werewolf blood diluting and weakening the vampiric disease. He didn't know if the vampire blood was made more prevalent within him, or if the powers of a vampire were simply strengthened, all he knew was that he was gaining access to more vampiric powers and abilities than he had before.

While it seemed like that was the case, he had to remind himself that another part of this gift was that each time he died and was reborn, his new body would be more attuned to it's mutations. With four additional deaths to improve his connection to his other parts, he'd noticed a few improvements in other things as well, but the vampire blood was the biggest one, and only came about after his two suicides so he was comfortable leaning in that direction, at least in the case of one of the two suicides, but he hadn't noticed anything else major.

It was Luna who hopped in to remind him that it was technically five deaths on his part, as he needed to also considered how he'd been killed by Julia. Since she was just human, he had no idea what he had gotten from her, but he did take that into consideration.

There was also Nurgle's gift. Each time he died, his remaining life force was used to empower his rebirth, making him greater than he was before. If he had to guess, this empowering effect improved his total abilities by about one percent from what they were previously, if he died with most of his lifeforce intact, or perhaps it was better to say if he died quickly. These improvements provided big and noticeable boosts in his power, his strength, his speed, his reflexes, his intelligence and problem solving, even his total magic. Each boost was based off of his current abilities meaning if he received the full one percent boost each time, than by now he was over five percent more powerful than he had been before Julia had killed him.

He also began to suspect that the mutations he gained from whatever killed him, weren't random. The more mutations he accrued the more he suspected that Slaanesh or whatever was controlling this power was directing it to take beneficial traits from whatever killed him, improving upon him, rather than hindering him.

He probably wouldn't ever know for certain, but he suspected it to be the case. After all, this power was meant as a bribe to convince him to devote himself fully to Slaanesh, so why would the powers he took from whatever killed him, be anything other than beneficial? It was also named the 'Pursuit of Perfection'. In his mind he couldn't come up with a reasoning why the powers he acquired wouldn't improve upon him. At least he couldn't come up with a reason for Slaanesh to want that. Tzeentch he could definitely see just giving him random traits, but Slaanesh was more artistic and deliberate than that.

The gifts of the gods. Empowering him through death, and bloodshed. Khorne and Tzeentch by killing, and Nurgle and Slaanesh through his own death. He knew these deities wanted him on their side. They wanted him because of Luna, but he was wondering if perhaps there was a greater reason, something they knew but didn't share with Luna or reveal to her when they made the deal. He didn't know, and he had no guesses on that point, and unfortunately he wouldn't until he returned home, and ventured out to find the corpse of his mother's god. Only then would he finally start to understand just what it was that truly made him special.

Regardless of the truth, he was growing stronger, as was Olivia, and as time went on, and Harry learned more about the Locust and their tools of war, his desires and ambitions for this life began to shape and form, and soon, he intended to pursue them. First though, he needed to make sure that Olivia was ready to be without him constantly by her side, and he was sure that would take some time, so for now, he was content to learn from RAAM and study the nature and art of war.

-Six More Months Pass-

Olivia's movements were keen and focused. She glided away from the biting mouth of the vicious Bloodmount. It bit at her, and clawed at her with it's stabbing upheld legs.

She dodged each strike with a practiced ease.

In a moment, it drove at her again, and she responded in kind. It bit at her, it's teeth gnashing. Olivia responded, driving a serrated sword, deep into the roof of it's mouth, allowing the beasts jaw to snap painlessly and ineffectively against the chain wrapped around her forearm.

The blade cut deep into it's mouth, and the back of it's head, spilling blood along her arm. She felt the heat of it's blood spill through the links of the chain, and roll down her arm.

She withdrew her blade viciously and turned to the surrounding arena. A number of bodies lay strewn about, and it quickly dawned on her that she had killed her last opponent. She raised her gaze to the observation window, and spotted Harry staring down at her, a smirk adorning his face. She beamed at his smile, happy to have his approval.

Harry stared down at her, very much impressed. She was completely uninjured and had killed a half-dozen bloodmounts and nearly four times as many wretches, all on her own. By his side, standing equally as impressed was Ukkon, chief scientist of the Locust.

"Your mate continues to impress. I think I've seen it all, and then a month later you bring her back, and again she astounds me with her incredible combat aptitude." Ukkon noted in praise.

"She is quite remarkable." Harry hummed in agreement, continuing to smile down at her before motioning for her to leave the arena and come up to join them. He turned and began walking with Ukkon, only for Olivia to apparate behind the two of them and quickly follow along.

"How was that?" She asked.

"Most impressive." Ukkon hummed, "You defeated ten percent more opponents in seven seconds less than your previous attempt."

Olivia grinned pridefully, nudging Harry to show her excitement at hearing that. He offered her another smile as they continued on.

"The next time you return, I will have something more substantial for you to fight." Ukkon informed her.

"I look forward to it. Speaking of that, will you be joining me Harry?" Olivia inquired to her brother.

"Maybe. I want to go over a few of the samples we took, and compare them to previous records. Once that's done, I think I could do with a bit of time out on the front." Harry responded, Olivia gave him a teasing look and mouthed 'nerd' at him. He rolled his eyes but said nothing in response. These last six months Harry had split his time between the Bloodied Vanguard and Ukkon's lab. He'd worked out a deal with the Locust scientist. In exchange for samples of his and Olivia's blood, as well as his help gathering research samples, Ukkon agreed to begin teaching Harry.

This whole trip, Harry had spent the majority of his time learning, and developing new skills. When he was with RAAM, he learned to lead and strategize, when he was with Ukkon he learned science, and engineering. Harry had a drive for these things. Once he stuck his toe into them, he found he was almost incorrigible with his desire to learn more. In many ways he'd become an apprentice to both Ukkon and RAAM, though in the latter's case, he shared that position with Olivia, who also learned from the Locust commander in how to lead, and plan.

Over a year had passed since their arrival. A year, and already, things felt so very different for the two of them.

The two had found their place amongst the Locust. They had the respect of the Bloodied Vanguard for their fighting abilities, and they had earned favor with Queen Myrrah for their assistance. A few times over the year, the two would return to the Nexus, and have chats with the Queen. She would get their opinion on the war, and how well they were doing, and they would also discuss things like life, philosophy and the unique nature of their different worlds.

Myrrah to her credit, was starting to take on a motherly affection for them, the kind she gave to most of the Locust. Them being kids, or at least looking like one in Harry's case, helped shape that dynamic.

During his time with Ukkon Harry had worked with the scientist in experimenting and studying his and Olivia's blood. Aside from the host of incredibly interesting facets in regards to Harry's blood, it was Olivia's that they were currently studying, most notably how her blood was beginning to change, the more she embraced her roll as the emissary of Khorne.

That was something that definitely came as a surprise for Harry the first time it happened. During one of their battles with the lambent a little over four months prior, Olivia, suddenly stopped and seemed to have a momentary seizure. While seizing she heard a voice, directing her towards a place on the battlefield.

When she recovered she felt compelled to do as the voice instructed and led Harry to that point, which in turn, revealed itself to be where the largest host of the lambent had gathered. The two fought viciously against the lambent, Olivia dying twice against the horde, with Harry taking his own life to bring her back when she died, so they could resume fighting. At the end, they'd slain nearly fifty lambent creatures. After the battle, the two were found surrounded by dozens of corpses. The sight of so many dead lambent surrounding the two, earning them cheers of support from RAAM and the rest of the Bloodied Vanguard.

Hearing the cheers of the Locust, their roars of approval, ignited a drive in both of them. Despite not immediately knowing the cause, of what had drawn them there, their victory had earned them deep admiration from their allies, and it elevated the two in the eyes of the Locust. Hearing such cheers, and feeling the weight of success, ignited Olivia's drive to succeed and to win, and it brought Harry back to a time of similar cheers, and applause, when Dragons lay dead at his feet, and knights of silver cheered in victory of his accomplishments. In those days, such celebrations had always been tempered by Gwyn, and the laurels being shared by many. Here and now, it was placed onto the two of them, who had pressed deep into the Lambent ranks and ended the assault by killing most of them.

Such a victory, inspired the siblings to want to continue to win. In a way, it had helped them both understand something fundamental about themselves. They liked winning. They liked being the ones standing tall at battle's end, with their enemies dead at their feet.

It inspired them.

Afterwards the two had a good long chat between each other and Luna, to discuss what had happened to lead them there.

It was Luna who put forth the possibility that it was Khorne himself who'd directed Olivia to that point. Guiding her to where the fighting was thickest. This was taken as good news from the trio, because if Khorne was guiding her directly, that meant it was growing more likely that he was accepting her.

It was ultimately what they wanted, though there was a small point of contention, one discussed between the three not long afterwards. Harry brought up his concern, that being just how much control the Chaos Gods would have over the girls. If they fully became daemons it was likely their control would be great. Not complete, not total, as that was one big risk with creating daemons from themselves is that they possessed a degree of free will, that separated them from their creators, but still, the gods would have a lot of authority over them. Harry wanted to save Olivia's life, but he didn't want to lose her in doing so, have her become a mindless killing machine, that only followed him because it was bound to him by the Slave Brand.

Olivia didn't want this either, so they discussed their options.

If Olivia became a Daemon, she would lose her humanity, even if she remembered it. There was no getting around that, at least no obvious way. So what could they do about that? Was there even anything they could do?

Well yes, actually. It may not be a means of keeping her own soul intact, but it was a way to keep her bound to humanity, or at least, to Harry's interpretation of humanity, namely his own. Olivia was confused, but Harry began to grasp what Luna was suggesting, and she confirmed it by telling Olivia of the Dark Soul, and how Harry had discovered it during his time in the previous world. A powerful soul that strengthened and changed his own.

The Dark Soul had fused with his corrupted soul, and in doing so, took in the corruption that was there, while also empowering his humanity and his soul in it's entirety. What came out of it, was a new Dark Soul, something ascended from what was found, and what he possessed. During moments of great intensity, the aura of his soul would bloom, and Olivia had seen it before, that darkness that was unbelievably cold, yet remarkably human. Or more accurately, it felt almost exactly like Harry.

During his time in that other world, Harry had learned how to share parts of his soul with others, and had done so with with many of the pygmies, causing them to shape and morph into humanity. The presence of the Dark Soul had altered them, helped them become more than they were. Perhaps it would do the same to even a Daemon.

After a few moments to consider it, Harry decided to give it a try. Olivia was on board with trying as well, despite not having a full understanding of what they were speaking of.

Harry held up a hand and focused. A few seconds passed as Olivia watched on. At around the tenth second, she began to see it. Bubbling up from Harry's palm, was globs of blackish ooze, that smoked as if boiling in the open air. The smoke that came off the blackened mass was just as dark as the mass itself. The only colors mixed in were deep blues, and purples, that were only barely noticeable.

The moment the shadow appeared, all of the heat seemed to be stolen from the room, and when Harry began to reach out towards her, to place the mass inside of her, she felt the same heat pulled from her body.

Despite that, she was not afraid. In fact, she felt almost comforted by the presence of this energy. It was raw, and intense, but it was all Harry. It was him, so perfectly, so clearly. Him in all his forms. His kindness, his passion, his anger, his intensity, his wrath, and caution, and introspection, all of it bubbled and churned within the mass, and as it was pressed into her chest, she felt nothing but Harry, and in a moment of clarity, felt her connection to him, sky-rocket.

It was an awakening of sorts, that linked the two on an even deeper level. It was something that Olivia had accepted nonchalantly but as time went on, it began to truly resonate with her. That Harry had given her a part of his soul. As it had with him, the Dark Soul melded inside of her, bonding to her ever mutating half-human half-daemon soul, shaping it into something new, something filled with uncertainties.

Much like he had with the pygmies of the other world, Harry now had a much deeper understanding of Olivia. Their shared connection resonating strongly with his mental abilities, giving him a strong read on her emotions and feelings even without having to be near her.

In battle, when Olivia's emotions ran high, her soul would begin to manifest, just as it would in Harry though the difference was quite obvious. In Harry, when the Dark Soul manifested, it was incredibly intense. The air would vibrate, and all heat would be stolen from it. Blackness would bubble up from within him, filling the air with the intensity of his emotions, making them clear and easy to read, for even the most dense individual. In Olivia though, it was very different. During moments of heightened emotion, such as the thick of battle, her soul would blaze like an inferno. A red aura would bloom from her, and her blood would begin to boil. The presence of her aura showed signs of influencing the weak minded. Simple creatures of the hallow would begin to rampage in her presence, driven into a bloodthirsty frenzy, while more intelligent creatures found their anger and bloodlust grow.

For Olivia, the effects were painful at first, the temperature of her blood would rise significantly, but so to did her physical abilities, she became stronger and faster, but at the cost of being in pain. As time went on though, she grew more and more used to the pain, and it became easier to work herself up into that state, accessing those fighting abilities.

As time passed, Olivia became one of the best weapons the Locust had against the Lambent, killing dozens of them per battle. She and Harry formed connections and even bonds with several of the Locust, with the siblings earning the respect and even trust of RAAM and forming a friendship with Skorge, who held a rivalry with Olivia over their respective beliefs, or more accurately their ties to their own gods. Skorge was a Kantus, and thus a member of the priesthood of the Locust, and as her connection to Khorne grew, so to did her reverence of her patron, and the power she gained by exalting his beliefs.

Though he was firm in his own beliefs, it was obvious to the Locust that some greater power existed within the duo, and with Olivia's growing connection to Khorne, and her expression of that connection, slowly some members of the Locust were starting to believe in a new form of divinity, one that was obviously willing to aid them in battle.

It was as the two were discussing the nature of their beliefs, or in Olivia's case her growing beliefs, that RAAM had turned to Harry and questioned why he never spoke in exaltation towards this god.

This drew the attention of Skorge and Olivia who glanced over at him, curious to hear his answer.

Harry stared off for a moment before a smirk spread across his face. "I see no reason to argue for or against any sort of God. From my understanding I've gathered that, that which is believed in, strongly enough may shape within the warp. The Locust worship the Riftworms as foundational creatures that forged their world, their existence as it is now. A creature need not be a conscious thinking organism to be worshiped as a god. I doubt the Riftworms spared any thought towards the creatures of this world as they went about living their lives. Does that make them any less gods? They created the world the locust now inhabit. That to me is enough justification to worship them as deities. And of course, within the warp, belief bestows power. That which is believed in strongly enough, may shape into actualization within the warp. I know that the Blood God is real. I've felt his presence, I've felt his energy, I bear his mark, just as Olivia does. Just because I know he exists, doesn't mean I know that the Locust beliefs are false. There are many gods in this universe of ours, and all of them are valid in their own way." Harry explained to them, sagely.

"So you hold no god or deity as supreme?" RAAM questioned curiously.

"Only one." Harry responded, again smirking.

This again earned a curious look from the three, as Harry rose to his feet. He took several steps before glancing back at them. "There is one fundamental truth in all of reality. None can escape it. None can halt it. The Riftworms, the Blood God, the deities of Sera, all of them share in a unified relationship, with one greater power. It's an absolute. One that cannot be overcome. That which exists, in whatever form it takes, will one day end. There is only one absolute deity, and it asks for nothing from us, for in the end, we give everything to it. That god's name, is Death. And it is the fate of all things. Every grain of sand, and every living being. All will end at some point. One day, all will submit to her truth. That which exists, must some day end. No matter the authority or power of any god you believe in, in the end, they all meet the same fate." Harry expressed. Olivia smirked at him, but nodded in agreement, as did Skorge and RAAM. Both knew without doubt that death was an absolute in life. All things that began, would one day end. No matter how long it took, death would always be waiting there in the final moment.

All in all, much had happened in their first year on Sera, and life continued on with it's fair share of excitement with each passing day.

-To Be Continued-

Alright guys, here's part one of this trip, part two will be up shortly.