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)

17. Chapter 17

Here's part 2 for you guys.

Chaos Born: Destiny Undone.

Chapter 17: Second Ascension: Part 2

The following day she was nervous, waiting for the constables to come knocking. For someone to come and arrest Harry for what he'd done. No one ever did though. No police came knocking, no authorities came to question them. The law in the city was to protect the city itself, and to protect the businesses that paid for such protections. Individuals were expected to protect themselves if they couldn't pay someone to do it for them, which is why they had the right to carry weapons.

People knew, and word spread. People gave them looks that next day, and kept their heads down, and of course, Harry was called into Fontaine's office that next day since he wanted to ask about what had happened.

"They touched what didn't belong to them." Harry stated when Frank asked him about what had happened.

"So you killed them? Just like that? Not even an ounce of hesitance?" Frank asked eyeing Harry up with a calculating gaze.

"Not the first I've killed. Probably wont be the last. She's mine. If anyone touches her, they're dead. I don't care who it is." Harry responded, his cold face, barely hiding the malice in his emerald eye.

He could hear Frank's thoughts. He knew the man was unnerved by Harry's eye. He also knew that those three men were some of the punks who worked for Fontaine down at the docks at one of his other businesses, which is why he knew about it, and was questioning him.

Frank offered a few pleasantries and dismissed him, allowing Harry to return to work without further issue. It was clear that word had already spread even to here about what he'd done, as he earned several curious and concerned stares from people. It was a difficult idea to rationalize for most. Harry was already getting tall, despite still being so young. People looked at him, and saw a teenager, never realizing what he truly was.

Days passed as Harry continued his work alongside Tenenbaum. While still technically her assistant, he was quickly growing out of that role as he learned to use their equipment to his own ends.

The intention for the business and the study of ADAM was the development of Plasmids and Gene Tonics. Plasmids were designed to grant the user new and esoteric abilities, giving a person the ability to do things that humans normally couldn't do. These Plasmids would mutate you, which showed their power of gene manipulation. Gene Tonics on the other hands, enhanced or altered current human abilities. They affected things about humans but didn't grant new abilities.

The possibilities for both was limitless, and Fontaine intended to develop and sell these plasmids and Gene Tonics to the denizens of Rapture and make a fortune. They'd already begun selling some of the Tonics and it was getting people interested in this new wonder-drug.

The next few days were a bit odd between Harry and Fleur, as she had to come to terms with his willingness and ability to actually kill for her. He found her starting to paint pictures of him, and though he didn't mind, he did find it curious since she hadn't painted portraits before.

Eventually he found her painting an image that was very familiar to him. The image of a man and a woman standing on a street in Rapture, with three dead bodies surrounding them.

She was getting her thoughts and feelings onto the canvas, and though this painting was a morbid one, he found that it was probably her best work yet, and he told her that.

The two eventually returned to normal, as did their sex life. The two had sex often, usually at night and in the morning. Fleur was a lustful creature, and Harry lusted after her.

The two had sex often, and in every way they could think of. Giving and receiving without hesitance. The two quickly learned that Fleur's semen was the best vector for transmitting the toxin that amplified pleasure. Her saliva and vaginal fluid only carried the effect for a few short moments, but her semen carried it for a lot longer, long enough that it could be absorbed internally. If Harry drank down her cum, or let her finish inside of him, his body would absorb whatever chemicals were triggering this sensitivity making his entire body sensitive for a bit. Usually around a half hour or so. This led to a very common trend for the two. With Harry receiving first, just to enhance the experience for him. He'd give her a blowjob or let her fuck his ass, and then he'd fuck her while high off this intoxicating pleasure amplifying toxin.

He was growing use to her wants and needs, learning what she liked, learning her limits. Fleur enjoyed taking him, she enjoyed mounting him, but she was a submissive lover. Fucking him like that felt incredible but it was the anticipation that made it so much better for her. Fucking him in the ass always meant that she was going to get it twice as hard mere moments after, probably in every hole too. She loved being his plaything, being pinned to the bed, or manhandled. He was so much stronger than she was. When his hands came down on her arms, and he pinned her to the bed, it was like iron shackles pinning her in place. She had no hope of resisting or escaping, and it made her feel vulnerable, but in a good way, because she trusted him, and loved the feeling.

Despite everything, despite how lustful he could be, Harry never lost himself to her allure. In a moment, he could blink out of the haze and be his normal self. It was always something that tickled the back of her mind, a worry that her allure might grow too powerful, or his resistance might change or weaken so she tested him often. He always passed her tests, always showed his strength of will, which simply made her admire him more. He was a lustful lover, but he was also passionate, and loving. Bringing her gifts, and taking her on dates.

The two had gone on plenty of dates throughout the city, exploring and enjoying their time, going to restaurants to try exotic foods, or see shows and concerts. It truly was an incredible feeling that sometimes made Fleur forget that they were actually here on a mission, and that this wasn't just life for them now.

It was a week after the incident at the restaurant when Harry finally reached his sexual goal with Fleur. He was pounding down into Fleur, both of them drenched in sweat as they'd been at it for hours by now, when Fleur began to yelp and howl. He felt she was probably close to orgasm but suddenly her eyes went wide, and he felt a heat spread around his cock within her depths.

It was a strange feeling, like being grabbed or encased on the inside. Whatever was grabbing him was pulling him into her depths like a form of suction. He felt magic surge into him, pleasurable magic that immediately sailed him over the edge. He began erupting as Fleur lost all control and simply began to scream in ecstasy.

Harry was right there with her, only barely registering that he'd finally made her flower. His own orgasm didn't end, he felt himself continuously cumming, as Fleur's fluids gushed around his member, spilling out onto the bed. Her cock erupted as well, almost in sync with Harry's spurting and dribbling fluid as the waves of orgasm washed over the two for what felt like hours.

Harry howled and gasped, unable to control himself. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips and butt, without meaning to, drawing some blood as the two rode out this powerful storm.

It ended suddenly, like a final release. The suction around Harry's penis pulled back, and he was freed.

He collapsed on top of her, panting in sync with his lover.

"Oh my god!" Fleur gasped, before passing out.

It took almost ten minutes for Harry to recover and when he did, he was forced to tap Fleur's cheek to get her to wake up. He was fine with letting her sleep but he remembered how she'd said finishing inside of a Veela while she's flowering was basically a guaranteed pregnancy, so he needed her to cast the spell to prevent that from happening. He definitely wanted children, but they couldn't have them here. They had no idea if they could take their kids home with them when their time in this world was up, so best not to take such risks.

Fleur awoke groggily but the moment her eyes spotted him, she quickly grabbed him and slammed her lips into his.

He held her into the kiss for as long as it lasted before they separated.

"That good huh?" Harry asked with a grin.

"Harry! My god! Zat was incredible! I never knew anyzing could feel so good." She said to him, quickly climbing onto him as he sat back. Despite himself, he felt his cock growing erect once more.

"We can keep going if you want, but uh, about that spell to stop you from getting pregnant…" Harry stated, causing her to blink and then blush deeply.

"Oh… uh yes… cannot have zat happening." She uttered shyly as her hands fell to her belly. He gave her his wand and she held it for a moment. He could read her thoughts, sensing her hesitance. It was hard to get a Veela to flower, and since it was basically a guarantee that she'd get pregnant it resonated very clearly in her mind that she was stopping that from happening, stopping a baby from forming inside of her. It wasn't just a chance that a baby could form, it was a guarantee.

"We can't have kids here Fleur. I have no idea if we'd be able to take them with us when we go home. And what if we were forced to leave in only a year or two? Our baby wouldn't be old enough to protect themselves. We can't take such risks right now. When we get back, we can start considering things like that, but while we're here, we can't." He said to her, speaking the plain truth, but doing so as compassionately as he could.

She nodded at his words, agreeing with him. She gave him a smile and quickly cast the spell. A red glow surrounded her stomach before fading and she passed his wand back to him.

"It is done. Can we cuddle for awhile?" She asked, gaining a gentle smile from him. He kissed her, and pulled her to his chest as he laid back in bed.

"I love you Harry." Fleur whispered as she settled onto him.

"I love you too." He replied, earning a beaming smile from Fleur.

They'd finally said it to one another, admitting their love. That was now three people that Harry was in love with. He felt his heart swell at hearing her voice her own love for him. It made him feel good, feel better than good. He loved this feeling, and once more he found himself hoping that it would never end.

More time passed. Harry continued his work at Fontaine Futuristics, quickly rising out of Tenenbaum's service.

He worked diligently devising new and exciting Gene Tonics and Plasmids, while Tenenbaum primarily focused her study into further understanding ADAM. He quickly joined the top three scientists in the business, which included Tenenbaum, and Doctor Suchong.

Eventually a problem was found, in order to facilitate the creation of so many plasmids and gene tonics, they'd need a lot of ADAM. They needed a way to mass produce it. So all three scientists worked to begin piecing together an answer.

Harry worked towards a solution, but his motive was different from the other two. He wanted to find a way to get his own body to produce ADAM. If he could do that, than he could extract it from himself, use it to create his own Tonics and Plasmids and effectively begin to mutate and enhance himself without the need to be killed by things.

He'd already learned ways of extracting certain aspects of his own DNA for use, and he'd learned to do it with ADAM as well. He was the one who invented the Electro Bolt Plasmid, which was the ability to shoot lightning from your finger tips. This power came from the Behir DNA of his left arm.

It was an incredible power to have, as people could use it to charge or power devices from electricity generated in their own bodies. Harry had spliced himself with the power, as a way of testing it, giving him the same ability, to shoot bolts of lightning from his hands. He kept his testing on himself hidden from the other scientists since he didn't want them knowing about his mutated body.

More time passed, and eventually Tenenbaum discovered an answer for their needs. She discovered a way to take one of the undersea slugs that already produced ADAM and place it inside the body of a little girl. A symbiotic bond would form between the girl and the slug, and allow for larger quantities of ADAM to be produced as the slug would feed on the nutrition the girl ate. The slug was also able to reabsorb ADAM that was consumed, so if the girl were to say, consume the ADAM lased blood of a dead body, they could reclaim all of the lost ADAM for use.

Fontaine and Suchong were immediately onboard. Fontaine opened an orphanage and began working to get his hands on young girls for this purpose. Despite the cruelty and inhumanity of their plans, Harry paid it little mind. He was more focused on his own endeavors.

Eventually he came to the conclusion of just using Slaanesh's gift to his advantage.

If he could somehow get the slug to kill him, or make it responsible for his death, than he may just get the trait. He was still confident in the idea, that the trait he got from what killed him was the best possible trait that would suit his needs. In this case, the ability to produce ADAM.

The problem was, how to get an undersea slug that was about as dangerous as a rabbit, to kill him.

The slugs could bite, and break skin, but with his healing factor, that wasn't going to get him there.

Finally he came up with a plan.

He wasn't sure if it would work, but he was trusting in the fine print of Slaanesh's gift.

Basically, if someone pushed a cart down a hill and it ran Harry over, and he died, even if it was an accident, he got a trait from the person who pushed the cart. If the cart was blown down the hill by the wind, without someone pushing it, than he got a trait from the cart itself. It was weird but that was how Luna had explained it.

So logically speaking, if the slug caused his death, even if Harry had set it up that way, if the slug did the thing that killed him, he'd get a trait from the slug, and not himself.

So what could he do to make that happen?

An idea quickly formed. He got his hands on the supplies needed to make a decent improvised explosive. His time as an engineer taught him quite a lot about mixing chemicals. He took the explosive and placed it on the bottom of a chair.

He then stole one of the slugs from a lab, and placed it in a water tank with a few inches of water. He then placed food on a detonator switch that just barely sat below the waterline.

His idea was that the slug would approach the food, climb onto the switch and activate the bomb. 'Technically speaking' the slug killed him. He was hoping it would work like that, otherwise he'd just get a trait from himself.

He sat in the chair and waited for over an hour for the slug to slowly slosh around at the bottom of the tank before finding the food and going for it.

He waited and watched, his anticipation growing until finally, it crawled onto the switch, activating the bomb.

The resulting explosion of the shaped charge, blew Harry's ass so far through his head, you could find pieces of it on the surface.

He awoke in Luna's arms to find her laughing hysterically. The idea that he'd been killed by a slug, despite having set it all up, she just couldn't get over.

He was just hoping it'd work, otherwise he'd have to deal with that embarrassment for a while.

After reviving he found that nothing was different. He didn't notice anything off, so he quickly cleaned up the scene and returned the slug back to it's enclosure in the labs.

Several days passed before Harry finally found it. He now had a new organ. Attached to his intestines was a small organ, similar to what the slugs had, that would take nutrition from his body to produce ADAM.

The end result was that his body produced small quantities of ADAM continuously. The ADAM in his body was free flowing and unaltered so it was basically doing nothing, but whenever he had an injury, the ADAM would rush to the wound and since it was basically programmable Stem cells, it would begin repairing him immediately. He could actually watch as his wounds closed right before his eyes, it was kind of incredible actually.

His attempt had worked, and he couldn't be happier.

While Harry worked, Fleur indulged herself in her hobbies. She was actually becoming an artist, as someone had walked by her while she was again painting the Rapture skyline and began asking her about her work. This man was the owner of a local restaurant and actually liked how her painting was turning out and wanted to know if she'd be willing to sell it to him after finishing it.

Fleur was happy to hear that someone liked her painting, and agreed to sell it to the man once she was done with it.

As a bonus the man offered to treat her and a guest of hers to dinner in repayment for a good price on the painting. Fleur had no idea what her art would be worth so she just took whatever he offered, and accepted the offer for dinner.

Later, she took Harry to the restaurant where the two enjoyed a meal on the house. Fleur even got a bit of a call out as the owner thanked her for the wonderful painting that was placed in the lobby of the restaurant. This earned her some polite claps from the dinner guests.

Fleur was naturally quite proud of herself, and Harry encouraged her to keep going. Personally he found her more morbid bits of art to be some of her best work, but he wasn't going to direct her one way or the other. As time went on Fleur would paint whatever came to mind, and sometimes she would reflect on Harry killing those three men and allow some of her darker thoughts and feelings to emerge in her paintings.

Some of her paintings displayed some disturbing upticks of those events, which displayed her own inner thoughts on what had happened or more accurately, what could have happened. Harry found it to be some of her best work, but again, he wasn't going to push her to take one direction, over another, he wanted her to go the way she wanted to go, and he'd encourage her.

She was becoming known for her work. Word began spreading of an artist from the lower income side of town who's artistic pieces were earning quite at lot of intrigue. This artist was easily recognizable as she was one of the most beautiful women you'd ever laid eyes upon. Fleur enjoyed the praise for her work, and was resigned to dealing with the attention for her looks. It was that latter part that earned her the most attention, annoyingly. She earned quite a bit of chatter from their neighbors as the men would often stare or leer at her, while the women gossiped. The nature of hers and Harry's relationship was no great mystery as the two were often hanging off one another, but it was curious given how the two of them looked.

Fleur had to deal with the catcalls and the looks and occasionally being chatted up by her neighbors, and even their landlord all of whom were looking for an opportunity to sleep with her. She kept most of this attention to herself, a part of her worried how Harry would react if he knew, considering what he'd done last time someone so much as put their hands on her.

More time passed, and eventually with the successful creation of the 'Little Sisters' and the ever growing demand for more ADAM, they decided to learn if it was possible for the sisters to reclaim ADAM from dead bodies, and essentially recycle it. Once that was proven, they began passing the bodies of all those who passed away through their labs, to have the ADAM withdrawn from the bodies

During this time, the Big Daddies were unveiled and released into Rapture Big Daddies were the original test subjects for ADAM and were modified for the purpose of manual labor throughout the city. They were men, grafted into heavy diving suits and augmented with plasmids and gene tonics to make them stronger. They were then conditioned to follow specific commands. They were used for work in the city, such as repairing leaks, or venturing outside to handle tasks on the sea floor.

They were large, and immensely strong, but each of them used to be a criminal, so work was done to condition their minds and keep them from returning to what they once were. Harry assisted in their creation, displaying his heightened skill in gene manipulation, especially in the creation of monstrous things.

While that work persisted, Harry continued his work on creating new and exciting gene tonics and plasmids. The plasmids he made, he usually tested on himself, to grant his own body these unique abilities. Yes many of these powers had come from his body originally in different forms but they still had their uses. For example, there was the Incinerate plasmid, which gave the user the ability to light a fire with the snap of their fingers. This power actually came from Fleur, as he isolated it from her own genetics and a Veela's ability to make fire. Then there was Telekinesis, which allowed a person to pull objects towards them and throw them away. These plasmids were based on magical abilities, but with ADAM Harry was able to ingrain them into a person's DNA.

An issue did begin emerging, as the energy required to use these plasmids, magic, was limited in the bodies of non-magicals. So Harry devised the creation of the substance known as EVE. It was made from ADAM and it was basically juiced up cells filled with magical energy that could be released into a person's body, allowing them further use of plasmids. Normally a person couldn't used a plasmid more than a handful of times before they ran out of magic and had to wait a day to do it again but with EVE they could just inject it, and regain their ability to do so immediately.

Harry's work earned him quite a lot of fame, and money. The plasmids and gene tonics he created were of the more fantastical nature, compared to what Suchong and Tenenbaum were making, which was far more grounded in real physical abilities found in nature.

Despite the differences in work, Harry was always willing to partake in whatever his co-scientists created to enhance himself, making his already impressive abilities greater.

Fleur would occasionally partake in certain plasmids and tonics that Harry had specially made for her, if she showed interest in them. As a Veela she had to be careful not to use things made specifically for humans. So if she saw a tonic or a plasmid that she was interested in having, Harry would make it for her, and specialize it for her biology.

With Harry and Fleur's growing fame, and with Harry's growing wealth, the duo was able to move into more luxurious accommodations and begin to afford the finer things in life. They went on more dates, and explored more of the city. Harry's fame got him invites to several schmoozey dinner parties for the elite of Rapture along with Tenenbaum and Suchong. Harry would take Fleur with him to these parties which earned her quite a bit of attention from the men there.

Especially when noting that Harry was still just a teenager, despite how fast he was growing.

They'd been in Rapture about a year at this point, and things were quite pleasant as the two made their place in the world, and lived their lives. Harry would occasionally express his worry to Fleur about certain societal problems he'd noticed, but they were minor things at the moment, so he wasn't too concerned.

All was going well, and this appeared to be their lives here. Fleur loved her painting, and loved living with Harry, while Harry was enjoying his time and his work. This was a good life, a life of purpose, yet far from the intensity that came in Harry's previous two adventures. While he kept it from mind, in his heart of hearts, he knew it wouldn't last. This was a proving ground for Fleur, and her test. Challenges were waiting, she just had to be ready to face them.

Unbeknownst to the two of them, her first test had already occurred, and the second one was right around the corner.

Whenever Harry ended up at those fancy dinner parties with Fleur, they'd usually be rubbing shoulders with the Rapture elite, that included Harry's own boss, Frank Fontaine. This was important because Frank would often bring his men with him to these parties, one of those men, Joey McDonahugh, would become Fleur's next test.

This man had an immediate attraction to Fleur, just like most men they encountered. In fact, Harry took notice that of all the elites they'd rubbed shoulders with, only four stood out as having an immunity or at least a resistance to her passive allure. The first was Suchong but he was a sociopath so that was no surprise. The second was Andrew Ryan himself whom they'd had the pleasure of briefly meeting during one of the parties. The third was a man named Augustus Sinclair, another businessman and close confidant of Ryan, and the last was Fontaine himself. Fontaine never quite got it. Never understood why people were so obsessed with Fleur. To him, yeah she was beautiful, but that was it. Why others, especially his own men would sometimes obsess over her, he didn't know.

Joey had been with Frank during a lot of these parties, and would take every opportunity to hit on Fleur. She shot him down more than a dozen times over several of these parties, even earning a slap from her once when he insulted Harry for being just geeky kid.

Harry chose to ignore the man as he hadn't broken Harry's rule of touching what didn't belong to him. So long as he didn't lay hands on Fleur, he could talk her ear off as much as he wanted. If Fleur had a problem with it, she'd say something. She could certainly stand up for herself.

This had been going on for months, to the point where Fleur actually hesitated to go to these outings anymore because Joey was an annoyance.

It was several days after their latest outing when Frank called Harry into his office. He had Harry sit down and he immediately began discussing business with him. This wasn't out of the ordinary, but it was curious since it was happening around the time Harry would leave to head home. Joey was one of Franks guards, so he was usually hanging around his office, but he wasn't there right now. This was immediately suspicious to him, and he soon realized that Frank was intentionally trying to keep him here.

A few moments passed when Luna alerted him through their mental link that Joey had shown up at his and Fleur's apartment and had talked his way inside. He was currently trying to convince Fleur to sleep with him.

Harry almost audibly sighed as he realized what was going on. Fontaine was offering his boy a helping hand by keeping Harry at work, and distracted while Joey went after Fleur. Knowing what he knew about these men, Harry was quite certain he knew just how far Joey was willing to go, to get what he wanted.

Frank slowly began to notice the look on Harry's face morphing, changing into something concerning.

"Oh…" He heard Luna utter in surprise.

"Did he just hit her?" Harry asked as his face darkened.

"...Yes." Luna answered.

"Tell Fleur I'll be there in a moment." Harry rose to his feet in the middle of Frank saying something.

"Let's cut this short. I know what you're doing Frank. Keeping me here so your boy can try and fuck my woman. It's not going to work. I'll be leaving now, and you'll get him back in pieces." Harry stated, his tone cold, as he pinned Fontaine with his emerald eye. His words caused Frank's normally cool demeanor to falter into a darkened look.

"You should learn how things work around here. I let it go once, when you killed my guys. Think carefully about your next action. You've got a good thing going on here. Gonna give it up for some broad?" Frank questioned him.

Harry stared for a long moment before turning and heading towards the door. The two guards currently standing inside, stepped in front of him.

Harry didn't slow down, or even hesitate. A lighting fast right cross took out the man on the left, the right pulled a gun, but as he aimed it at Harry, a single snap of the fingers, with the use of the incinerate plasmid, caused him to explode in a burst of flame.

His screams filled the room as he began racing about. Harry continued on through the door, leaving Frank to deal with the fire. He made it halfway through the lobby before phase shifting back to his apartment.

He arrived to the sound of a man screaming in pure, undiluted agony.

He guessed that Fleur had burned him.

He followed the screams to their source, finding Joey on the ground, blood pouring out of his side. He was screaming and convulsing on the ground. It looked like every muscle in his body was pulling taught as he convulsed.

Fleur was standing over him, her tail out, the stinger dripping with blood.

She was staring down at the man with a strange look.

Harry approached her, gently touching her arm, which caused her to turn to him.

"Ze poison is causing him pain." She said.

"Yes. It seems that way. Are you alright?" Harry asked her.

"Yes. I am fine." Fleur replied, though Harry could clearly see a red mark on the side of her face, from where Joey had struck her. No doubt when he grew angry after her hundredth refusal of his advances.

Seeing the mark, Harry approached the man, hovering over him as he screamed and thrashed. The venom from Fleur's stinger, seemed to be triggering a pain response in his nervous system. Harry was about to bring his foot down on Joey's head when a soft 'stop' caught his ears.

He turned back to look at Fleur who was still staring down at him with a strange, almost mesmerized look.

Finally she turned and went out of the room, only to return with a fresh canvas and her easel. Harry stepped back as Fleur then grabbed her palette and began painting. Joey continued to scream and thrash on the ground as Fleur began capturing the moment.

Minutes passed, at the ten minute mark, she had drawn the body, and a surprisingly detailed look of anguish upon his face, but then she stopped. She blinked at the sight of her image, taking it in. she then mixed some paint and began to draw in the blood, from where her stinger had pierced his side.

By now, Joey had screamed himself hoarse, and was simply gasping as he continued convulsing.

Fleur came to an end of her painting, siting back and staring at it for a long moment.

As she stared at the painting, Harry, recognizing that she had what she needed, walked forward. He crushed Joey's head beneath his boot, silencing him and putting a stop to his shaking.

A few moments later, he returned to Fleur's side and gazed down at the painting, the image of a screaming, bleeding body on a white background.

This painting, it was surprisingly detailed despite the speed at which it was done. In fact, Harry found it to be her best work yet. He could almost feel the agony through the image. It wasn't until he reached out and gently brushed the edges of the image that he realized that magic was involved here. It wasn't just the artistry that elicited these responses, there was some kind of magic involved that was channeling the emotion of the image. It was truly marvelous, and horrifying.

"Amazing." He uttered in admiration, causing Fleur to emerge from her deep reflection and look up at him. A beaming smile spreading across her face.

"You like it?" She asked him.

"It's wonderful. In fact… if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to give it to someone as a gift. A friend of Joey's who I'm sure will love it." Harry said to her, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

The following day, as Frank Fontaine headed towards his office, listening as his men reported how Harry's apartment was seemingly empty when they arrived to confront him, he got an unnerved feeling as he reached the door.

Hesitantly he opened it, and stepped inside. He could still smell the burning flesh of his now dead man, and the other was recovering from a broken and dislocated jaw. He made it only a few steps into the room when his eyes were suddenly drawn to something new. There, hanging over his desk, was a painting. He and the two guys with him were immediately drawn to it.

"What is that? Wait… is that…?" One began to ask.

"Oh my god…" The other spoke as he began to tremble and back away from the room.

Frank felt a cold chill wash over him, as the inaudible screams of his longtime goon, rang in his ears.

There, drawn in artistic clarity was Joey McDonahugh. No doubt in his final moments of life. It was a painting that resonated darkness. Evil boiled out of it, and filled the room with a chilling cold. It felt like you were watching a movie, like you were seeing and hearing his final moments.

Frank knew that Harry had been here. It was obvious that he'd signed his resignation from Fontaine's employ.

He was starting to wonder if perhaps Tenenbaum was right. Once, he'd asked her why she competed with Suchong but not Harry. Her response was that he had the same eye as the men from the camps. The scientists who'd done such godawful things during the Second World War. Tenenbaum would know, she may have been their prisoner, but she helped them do those awful things. In her words, Harry had the eyes of the Devil, and she did not wish to compete with the Devil himself.

Frank was just now starting to wonder, if maybe she was on to something.

Harry and Fleur disappeared into the underbelly of Rapture. They made their new home, out of sight, and out of mind, but Harry didn't intend for them to hide. He intended to go on the offensive. Frank thought such things were allowed. That he could just have one of his men attack Fleur and nothing would come of it, Harry would teach him otherwise. He would make it slow.

"What are we going to do?" Fleur asked him. They had plenty of money, but Frank Fontaine was arguably the second most powerful man in Rapture.

"You are going to paint." Harry replied, gifting her a smile.

"Paint what?" She asked, curiously, causing his smile to grow and color with an unfamiliar cruelty that sent shivers down her spine.

"Whatever you want." Harry responded.

In the days that followed, Harry began his war against Fontaine. Frank thought he was untouchable, the king of his own empire, Harry would teach him just what he really was.

Every few days, Harry would kidnap a member of Fontaine's businesses. Legal workers, or those who worked for his more illicit enterprises, it didn't matter to Harry. He would take them, bring them back to his hideout and torture them to death. It was under the guise of wanting to interrogate them, as he didn't want to frighten Fleur by revealing this part of himself just yet, not until she was ready.

He stuck to his intention of not pushing her in any direction, he just provided the opportunity to her, to do what he knew she wanted.

She began to paint these horrific acts. To paint images of suffering, and torment, as Harry tortured his victims.

While he loved being a scientist, he had long recognized that he was a killer. So why not test his hand at being a serial killer?

Fleur would paint these images of suffering, and fill their hideout with the terrifying art. On occasion Harry would take certain paintings and place them within Rapture for people to see. When Fleur really got invested in her paintings, like with these ones, she could almost imbue the nature of the painting into the canvas. Her paintings would emanate suffering, and dread, leaving a terrifying aura in their wake.

These paintings spread across Rapture as days turned to weeks, weeks into months.

It was very rarely that Fleur would voice her own concerns with the morality of what they were doing. Harry calmly explained that their morals were theirs to decide. She had to grasp that they were going to live forever, that this place wasn't their home, and that these people, would only ever see her as a piece of meat, because of what she was. She was a beautiful woman, and she was a Veela two things that already made it hard for normal people to see her as a person. She shouldn't care about them. She shouldn't care about anyone who hadn't proven to her that they actually cared about her. These people were nobodies. They were nothing.

It took time, but Fleur began to see things as Harry did, as he began to expose her to the failings of Rapture, the things that he'd long suspected, but now had proof of.

There was a huge class divide in Rapture. The separation between rich and poor was astounding. In the upper echelons the city was a dream come true, but at it's foundations, the truth was revealed. The city was slowly falling apart. The poor were suffering and growing resentful. The city's infrastructure was beginning to break down.

It was just like the psychiatrist Sofia Lamb once said in a public debate with Andrew Ryan. It was raining in Rapture.

-Two Years after arrival, 1956-

Splicers. That was what they called those who juiced themselves up on Plasmids and Gene Tonics. New research had come to light, revealing the addictive properties of ADAM. It was driving people to want more and more of it.

More ADAM based companies began producing plasmids and gene tonics, filling the market with all sorts of options and possibilities. Some of these plasmids and tonics made by Ryan Industries, were born out of a mysterious, yet familiar creator. Though Harry kept his presence hidden, he would continue to work on various plasmids and gene tonics, and sell the ideas and formulas to Fontaine's competitors. Using the ADAM produced by his own body, all he had to do was draw it directly from the source in his body. He couldn't get much, only a few teaspoons a day, but that was more than enough for his work.

Though his ideas were given anonymously, everyone knew who was making them. It was the most wanted man in Rapture.

A serial killer, who disappeared people in the middle of the day, their bodies never being found. Then… a few days later, a painting would appear randomly somewhere in Rapture. A painting of horrific dread, that spurred fear and unease in the hearts and minds of those who looked upon it.

Fontaine grew reclusive, sometimes catching sight of Harry from a distance. He'd see him standing at the end of a hall, or amongst a crowd, but he'd vanish before Fontaine could send his men after him. Harry took the form of a stranger in a dark brown long coat, with a matching fedora. A mysterious figure who grew ever more mysterious and frightening as time went on and his legend grew.

Things within Rapture were continuing to deteriorate. Political opponents of Andrew Ryan were being arrested on trumped up charges and vanishing in the night. It was obvious to many, at the bottom that Ryan was slowly becoming a despot. Those like Sofia Lamb, who were growing quite a large following in opposition to Ryan's 'Great Chain of Progress', had suddenly vanished, leaving her followers despondent, and worried.

Resentment was growing, as the rift between rich and poor continued to grow.

Harry and Fleur continued on as they had been, delving deeper and deeper into their growing depravity.

Harry revealed his vampirism to Fleur and eventually talked her into trying it herself. He enjoyed the taste of blood, and while hesitant at first, Fleur grew to be excited by the taboo of it. She even began painting in blood, which Harry found exciting. The paintings wouldn't last long, as eventually the blood would turn a rustic brown, but for a few moments at least, those paintings had a far greater resonance than normal.

The two would sometimes perform lewd acts while Fleur painted. It started with fingering her and then eating her out or giving her a blowjob while she tried to focus on her art. Then it evolved to having sex. Watching Fleur try to paint while she gently rose and fell on his cock was exciting to say the least. Eventually it got to the point where they were performing these acts just after Harry would murder one of his victims. He would finish the kill than move to Fleur and roughly take her while she tried to finish her work. They found a growing excitement in pushing the boundaries. Fucking while she painted, fucking near a dead body. It was new and depraved for Fleur but she loved it. Harry meanwhile, had done such things before, he'd even fucked 'on' dead bodies with Olivia.

In that time, Fleur began to partake in more plasmids, and tonics. Gaining the abilities of a Houdini Splicer as the people of Rapture had started naming them. These were splicers that could turn invisible and teleport short distances. Their form of short-range teleportation was limited as it wasn't true teleporting. What was happening was they could break down into a cloud of invisible molecules and reform at a given location. Fleur had gained these powers and learned to utilize them to her advantage.

Harry also tailored a version of the Insect Swarm Plasmid to Fleur's body, allowing her to use it as well. Originally the insect swarm plasmid was created to help control the population of bees that lived in Rapture to help pollinate the hydroponics area known as Arcadia. In most cases, the person who received the plasmid would grow a colony of bees within whatever arm they injected the plasmid into. It was the same with Fleur, a colony of bees growing in her left arm, Identified only by the handful of small holes found running in almost a straight line along the underside of her arm, from elbow to wrist.

These bees were a useful offensive and defensive weapon as their sting would trigger a much more mild pain response, similar to that of her own stinger. Her stinger affected the whole body, while theirs affected only a localized area. Though she could chemically control the bees, willing them into attacking or swarming a specific target, and of course, they recognized Fleur as their hive, and would protect her if she felt threatened. These bees were also heavily influenced by Slaanesh's power. Instead of yellow and black, they were actually more of a pink and black, making them actually quite intriguing to look at. Their wings were multicolored and added to their already exotic appearance.

Fleur actually enjoyed having them, as she had a good relationship with bees. Her grandmother actually had an apiary of her own that she took care of, so Fleur had learned how to live around bees from her visits to her grandmother's home at the coven. The bees would respond to her pleasure, buzzing happily along with her, in response to pleasurable stimuli. This made her arm feel good, almost ticklish.

While Harry continued to custom make plasmids and tonics for Fleur whenever she wanted them, he wasn't shy about splicing himself up as well. Making himself stronger and faster, using the Sports Boost Gene Tonics, or making his skin tougher with the Iron Shell Tonic. He happily went about augmenting himself even further, uncaring towards any possible side effects, as he knew that if he started feeling such affects, he could just off himself, and be reborn, and his body likely wouldn't be addicted anymore as that was a negative trait that would be removed.

On that note, It was beginning to be noticed by the people of Rapture that those who spliced up with ADAM regularly were starting to experience physical deformities such as growths on the skin. Fleur and Harry hadn't experienced such things yet, though Harry kept a close eye on them, just to be safe.

One thing of a more personal matter that Harry noticed in this time was that when the two would have sex during or just after one of her paintings. When she was worked up, it was actually much easier to get her to that ultimate tipping point, to get her to flower. Normally it took around two hours to get her there, but in these states, it was closer to one, which was a noticeable difference for the both of them.

Given how good it felt for her to flower, for the both of them, they naturally chased it. Any time their love-making lasted more than thirty minutes or so, they would usually just say the hell with it, and chase that release, since they were already so far along. Their time together grew more depraved, yet neither seemed to notice it and even if they started to, neither one seemed to care.

Harry would sometimes spend hours in Fleur's art room, surrounded by dozens of her paintings of death and suffering. In those paintings he could see the final moments of his victims and almost relive them with frightening clarity.

Through the pain of the image, he began to see things about these people, almost getting a clearer look at them. It was like the pain they were experiencing was stripping away who they had built up around themselves, leaving only the truth underneath it all. Harry began to wonder, in the darkest corners of his mind, what would he look like, if captured in such an image?

-Four years since arrival 1958-

Things were growing worse. Splicers were becoming more rampant in Rapture as the populace descended into a slow building anarchy. People were dying in the streets from splicer attacks, their bodies often left there, as it was getting dangerous to travel the unbeaten path.

The growing desire for ADAM and the inability to keep up with the current demand led to the Little Sisters being actively sent out to retrieve ADAM from the dead splicers. They had to be sent out under armed guard as the splicers quickly came to realize just where their previous ADAM was coming from. So ambushing the little girls became a common tactic for them. This simply amplified the growing conflict as battles took place between splicer gangs, and the Little Sister's guards, who'd begin to similarly splice up to try and combat the powers of their enemies.

A new solution would have to be found, and soon. The splicer gangs were too persistent, and already the mangled corpses of little girls were being found among battlefields. The horror of their deaths put on full display as people realized just how fast the girls healed. Meaning the only way to kill them, was to quite literally rip their bodies open, and tear the ADAM slugs out of them. The growing deaths were bad enough, but seeing little girls nearly ripped in half by deranged splicers was filling the city with growing fear.

Ryan tried to keep people calm about everything that was going on, but it was certainly a disturbing sight, and the presence of so much ADAM would always draw in at least a few of the more deranged splicers, no matter where the little girls wandered.

While that occurred throughout the city, Harry's continued pressure on Fontaine was making him sloppy. His well laid smuggling operations, were finally uncovered by Ryan, leading to a shootout at Fontaine fisheries, that supposedly ended in Fontaine's death, which was a disappointment for Harry and Fleur, both of them having developed a hope that Fontaine would eventually become Fleur's greatest work of art.

Not long after the shootout, Fontaine's followers were corralled into his department store which was sunk to a lower depth of the ocean floor, to be separated from the rest of the city. It wasn't destroyed, and supplies would be sent to them, but those people were effectively exiles now.

Ryan was becoming more of a dictator with each passing day. His growing fear of being discovered by the surface, of his city being found and taken by the governments of the world made him paranoid. Over the intercoms, recorded warnings of the threat of 'parasites' was filling the ears of the populace, and more of a rift was forming between peoples.

Almost immediately after the department store was sunk, radio broadcasts began to spread throughout the city from a man calling himself Atlas. This man was a revolutionary and he began spurring people into rebellion against Ryan and his supporters. Violence continued to escalate.

Throughout it all, Harry and Fleur continued to reside in the underbelly of the city, but they were no longer alone. A growing cult of followers was beginning to emerge throughout the city. Splicers and psychopaths who became enthralled with the horror of Fleur's paintings.

These groups began calling her the Artisan of Agony, a title that Harry very much agreed with, while they had named Harry the Shadow Man. As in many paintings of Fleur's Harry would be depicted as a black shadow that hovered around the corpses of the dead.

With Fontaine apparently dead, Harry and Fleur were now at the top of everyone's list, for most wanted.

Ryan was on a crusade to restore order to his city, and while he'd been content to take Harry's ideas for new plasmids and tonics, he could no longer pretend not to notice the corpses piling up in the underbelly of the city.

In this time, Harry shared the Dark Soul with Fleur, bonding her to him, just as he'd done with Olivia.

It allowed the two an even closer bond, which they greatly enjoyed. Fleur was so good at taking his mind off of other things, that sometimes he'd just be content with spending all day with her, never even bothering with other things. This was a trait that wasn't solely linked to Harry, as Luna would also admit during one of their talks about this trait that Fleur had the same power over her as well, whenever they had mental chats. Fleur was good at being a distraction, good at drawing one's attention to herself. When you were with her, you wanted to give her your full attention, you wanted to dote on her, to fawn over her, and give her your love. She had this power over people, especially those she loved, and it could be quite soothing.

The year continued onward, with Harry predicting something major breaking out in the coming months or year.

At some point during 1958, Harry finally convinced Fleur to join him in torturing his victims. She'd never killed anyone before, and he didn't make her, but he did allow her to join him in the act of causing pain. Harry himself wasn't a sadist. Causing pain wasn't exciting to him, what was exciting to him was killing. The pain was more for Fleur and her paintings, as the more pain he caused, the more enthralled in her work, she'd become, and the more mesmerizing her paintings would become.

Her go-to method of torment was to inject people with the venom from her stinger, and paint their agonized final moments. The pain felt by the neurotoxin released into their bodies was on a similar level as the Cruciatus curse, but without the limiter that prevented their mind breaking from a single use. Meaning in most cases a person lost their minds after exposure to Fleur's toxins. Though that was only if they survived. In most cases a person would spasm so hard they broke their own backs and died of shock.

It was brutal, and agonizing, but Harry had a growing sense about Fleur's paintings and the magic therein. There was a reason why when she painted like this, those painting were touched by an unusual magic. He knew there was something there. In her paintings one could see the purity of a person's suffering. You could see the absolute pain they were in. It was like looking into a person's limits, into the extent of themselves in their final moments, and Harry began to grow curious as to what he'd would look like, when recreated in such a way.

"Fleur… I want you to paint me." Harry said to her.

"I paint you all ze time, silly." She responded, confused.

"No… not like that. Hit me with your stinger, and paint me." He said to her, earning surprise from her.

"Harry, no… you've seen what zat will do. I do not wish to cause you such pain." Fleur shook her head in response.

"I can handle pain. Even if it's worse than anything I've endured before… I know it will end. Your paintings though… they reveal things about a person… reveal them in their final, anguished moments. I want to see myself in that way. I want you to show me." Harry argued in response.

Fleur blinked at him, disbelief and concern marring her face.

"I'm no masochist, my love. I don't want you to hurt me. What I want, is for you to show me a piece of myself, that I cannot see otherwise. Show me, my own limits. Besides… I'm generally immune to toxins, so it probably wont hurt me all that much, if it even works at all." Harry offered her a charming smile.

"If you really believed zat, you would not ask me to do it. You know zis will work. Harry… I…" Fleur responded.

"Fleur… I wont be mad if you refuse. I wont ask again if you refuse. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure, and I wouldn't ask if I did not trust you." Harry assured her. Fleur took in a breath and nodded at that, offering a quiet okay.

"You're sure about this?" Luna asked him as Fleur fetched her easel and painting supplies.

"Yeah. Just be ready, I might be with you here in a moment." Harry responded, earning a mental hum from Luna.

Once Fleur was all set up, she stood before him. He gifted her with a smile, which she returned nervously. Finally he saw her tail emerge, and in a quick motion she looked away as her stinger shot forward and jabbed him in the flesh of his stomach.

He felt it begin burning through him in an instant.

A pain that was intimately familiar to him.

He collapsed to the floor and began screaming. Fleur dropped her head and quickly went to her canvas to begin painting as Harry writhed on the floor.

For Harry, he was back on the table in McTash's laboratory. The pain of every limb and organ she took, ripped through him, with an accompaniment of fire in his veins.

Through this, he began to truly understand what the toxin did to the victim. He wasn't just experiencing total bodily pain, but reliving all of the physically and emotionally painful moments of his life. His screams flooded the room, and Fleur could do nothing but cry as she continued to paint.

Harry howled and convulsed as he could register nothing but pain, not even Luna's voice could pierce the agony as he lived through every hurt, both physical and mental that he'd ever gone through, and then he lived through it again, and again, and again.

As impossible as it was, the pain grew worse, every muscle was pulled taught as he convulsed, it felt like he was tearing himself apart, on top of the agony he felt.

He had no perception of time, only the limitless pain. He could feel all of those past hurts, as if they were joining with the blazing pain in his blood. He could feel McTash's knife carving through his skin, he could feel his organs lift out of his body. Pain that he had no conscious memory of, things that happened when he'd passed out, were there as well. He was treated to it all, again and again.

It continued, it continued even as a new sensation touched him. It was a pleasure, it was something so foreign, yet pleasant in this god awful state. He felt horrid, yet he felt pleasure surge through him. His sight had gone white with the pain, but eventually a figure came into view, a shape, twisting in bliss over him. The pain magnified, but the pleasure matched it.

He knew he was still screaming, yet he could not escape the moans that tinged those wails of agony.

Suddenly, he felt his pleasure build, like an otherworldly orgasm, he reached his peak, and in a moment, the shadow above him shaped into form. He saw her above him. Fleur was atop him, draped in sweat, staring down at him her eyes wide in pain and ecstasy.

He felt blood drip onto his chest, could dimly see the source. The blood crested around her ribs and over her shoulders. It ran down to the tips of her breasts before dripping down to him, alongside her sweat.

In that moment, all he felt was pleasure. The pain had gone from him, almost stolen away. He saw tears dripping from Fleur's eyes. She was crying, her face a marred mixture of worry, and pleasure and shame.

Pain returned swiftly as he slowly raised his hand to her crying face. The contact seemed to surprise her, and her eyes went wide.

She grabbed at his hand, and mouthed his name, but he could not hear her.

The last thought he had before slipping into unconsciousness was that she looked like an angel.

Harry awoke with a groan, some hours later.

Everything hurt.

He stared up at the ceiling for a long while, his whole body felt weighed down.

It took monstrous effort to pull himself up, and he couldn't escape the pained groans that fell from his mouth.

He was in the bedroom, no doubt having been brought there after losing consciousness. At the foot of the bed sat Fleur's easel, and on it, her painting of him.

Slowly, Harry dragged himself over to the painting, all of his muscles were sore. Despite his healing factor, this was a persistent pain.

He looked upon the painting, soaking in the despair, and agony it displayed. In it, he saw himself on that table, with McTash standing over him. The greatest pain of his life, that seemed to reflect in this painting. It obviously wasn't what the image showed, yet all of those emotions were reflected in it. He let out sigh, taking in his own broken spirit as reflected in the image.

"Was is worth it?" Luna asked him, looking at the image through his eyes, and knowing what he was seeing.

"Yes… I'm not that boy anymore. I've come so far since then. That boy, didn't survive… all this time, I've been looking for myself, exploring who I want to be, what I want to be. I've had a hard time deciding. I think it was because I didn't yet understand this. I died then. I truly died. Harry Potter, died. I think I understand now. At least, more than before… god… she truly is an artist." Harry replied as he gazed upon the painting with admiration.

He stared at it for a long time. Many minutes passed before he noticed that Fleur wasn't here.

Slowly, he pulled himself out of bed, and painfully trudged throughout the apartment until he found her.

When he did, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes went wide, and his mouth fell open in surprise.

She was standing before a full-length mirror, staring at herself.

It wasn't her appearance which alerted him that something incredible had happened, it was the aura that permeated the room the second he entered it. The room was awash with a sensual energy. Every emotion seemed to dance clearly in the room. He could feel her curiosity, her confusion, her intrigue, but he could also feel the things that flowed deeper within. Her worry, her shame, her love.

"Fleur…" He spoke softly, drawing her attention to him. She turned to face him, granting him an excellent view of all the changes to her body. The moment she saw him, her love and relief exploded out of her, filling the room with those feelings. He felt almost like he was being wrapped in an embrace of such pure emotion.

The changes to her body quickly filled his attention.

Firstly, two magnificent wings now grew from her back. He had seen the blood caked around them, and running down her back from where they'd torn out of her flesh. They were incredible to look at. Long, feathered wings. They started a pink and then flared out to a dark purple at the ends. They were so colorful, and beautiful. From the sides of Fleur's head, two horns emerged. They were ram-like, and framed the shape of her head curving up, then back around and down ending with them pointing forward. Her normally brilliant blue eyes, were alight, almost visibly sparkling. She stood practically naked, save for a silken pink gown that framed her body, and attached to a thin gold and black jeweled choker around her neck.

The gown itself was completely transparent, revealing her naked body beneath it. Every curve of her body was accentuated. Nothing about it had changed, and yet her breasts seemed larger, fuller even, her hips more shapely, her butt more curvaceous, her thighs and groin more inviting.

This was true with her face as well. Every line, every curve seemed to catch his attention in such beautiful detail, yet none of it was foreign to him. Nothing had changed about her looks, yet everything seemed more eye-catching.

She smiled radiantly when she saw him and quickly crossed the room to hug him.

He momentarily groaned in pain, but hugged her back. Contact with her skin, pressed her emotions into his body, he could feel her love, filling him up, he could feel her joy and relief at seeing him awake. It was all so clear.

"You are awake, I am so happy, I was starting to wonder if you would ever wake up." Fleur said to him.

"How long was I out?" Harry questioned, separating from her a bit to meet her gaze.

"Sixteen hours." She answered, earning a thoughtful nod from Harry.

"The painting was wonderful." He offered to her, earning another smile from her, which turned into a kiss of thanks.

Harry groaned softly into the kiss, the tingling pleasure being far more potent than he remembered it being, though that was far from a surprise.

"You're not a Veela anymore." Harry noted.

She gave a soft nod.

"You ascended." Harry recognized, again she gave a soft nod.

"Do you know why?" Harry asked curiously.

"He said it should be obvious. I am a bit embarrassed that I still don't quite know." Fleur replied.

"Who did?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Him." She answered, a smile forming on her face.

"Him… You saw him? Spoke to him?" Harry asked, realizing who she was referring to.

"Yes." Fleur replied. In her minds eye she could still picture him. A being of pure magnificence. Glorious, and sublime. She remembered appearing before the humblest, coziest cottage she could ever envision, and from within emerged a being. One that was both man and woman. This being, was a startling combination of both Gabrielle and Harry. Carrying the features of both in such a beautiful mixture that Fleur could only see both of them in it, never just one or the other.

The Prince of Pleasure welcomed her, and congratulated her on passing his test.

As a reward, he would allow her three questions.

Fleur was in awe of this being which filled her with every emotion possible. Eventually though, she was able to ask her questions. The first being, why was she chosen.

It had responded in a voice that was the perfect symphony of Harry's and Gabrielle's voices. She was chosen, simply because she was destined to find her way onto Harry's path. It didn't matter how briefly their crossing was, she was simply chosen because the two were destined to meet. Meaning that everything she'd gained from Harry, the love they shared, the connection they had, it all came from them. They weren't meant to be together, only ever meant to meet, and that was it. The rest they formed themselves.

The second question she asked was what her test was, as she didn't quite recognize it. The Dark Prince merely laughed and said it should be obvious.

Curious but accepting, she asked her final question, what was her purpose now?

This again, earned a magnificent smile from the Lord of Excess to which he responded, that her purpose, was to forever be by his side. To pull him back from the brink, and always ensure that he remained himself, in whatever form that took. Fleur was confused, and so the Dark Prince added in, that it was of the utmost importance to him, that Harry remained Harry. In whatever form that took. So long as that fundamental truth remained, than her purpose was fulfilled. Her purpose was to be there to pull him back, and protect him from all that would gnaw at the foundations of his spirit. So long as she fulfilled that purpose, than all would go as it was meant to.

Unfortunately, Fleur could not ask what he meant, as before she could utter another sound, the Prince of Pleasure gifted her an angelic smile, pulled her into an embrace, and then placed a kiss upon her forehead.

She felt such warmth and comfort from the contact, like the loving embrace of a parent, that she didn't even realize she was slipping away from him.

She could vividly recall the pain and pleasure she felt as she found herself surrounded by Daemonettes. In swift motions, her mortal form was cut away from her, as her soul ascended to daemonhood. The Daemonettes cut away her body, peeling flesh and muscle and bone away from the fabric of her soul. It was agonizingly slow, and painful, yet it happened to quickly to really register. A new body was shaped out of the fleshy matter of the old, and it quickly encased her spirit. Suddenly she had found herself over Harry, staring down at his face, twisted in torment and bliss. His eyes focused on her, and he reached up to touch her, before passing out.

She conveyed all of this to Harry, laying out the experience to him and the things she'd spoke of with the Dark Prince.

Harry saw much of it in her mind, even the Daemonettes as they ripped her body apart, the sight of the daemons causing a lance of pain in his mind that he had to fight to suppress. Though he saw those things, he saw nothing of the Prince of Pleasure, no image of what she'd described appeared in her mind, nor did the image of it's inner sanctum. It was a bit odd, though Harry chose not to dwell on it. It was the same with Olivia, as he could not envision Khorne through her memory of staring up at him when she had ascended. He wondered if it was just impossible for his mind to comprehend the forms of the Dark Powers, and their inner sanctums, and so he simply didn't.

"So… why do you think you ascended?" Harry inquired once more after hearing her story.

"I do not know. I have been zinking about it, but I simply cannot decide on what it was." Fleur answered.

"You were having sex with me." Harry remembered, causing her to pull away, her face coloring with a look of shame as she blushed.

"I am sorry. After I finished painting, you were still screaming, and… I just… I could not bear the idea of you in pain. I could not just sit by. I tried to talk to you, I tried to hold you, but nothing seemed to work. Then… somezing came over me, and I just did it. Having you inside of me, you seemed to calm down, I could hear your moans, even as you screamed. It… I do not know. It felt like I was helping you. I know it was wrong. I should not have done zat. It was wrong and disgusting of me…" Fleur said to him, sounding hallow and ashamed.

"And yet it worked. I felt the pleasure, I felt you Fleur. You drew me back, away from the pain. The moment I reached my release, it all washed away." He said to her, reaching out to gently hold her face in his hands.

"Still… I should not have done it." Fleur replied, taking his hands in hers.

"No. I think it was exactly what you needed to do. Maybe not the sex part, but more so the part where you pulled me back. You said that your purpose from now on was to keep me from breaking, that it was important that I stay me, whatever it means to be me. Maybe your test was to see if you could do it, if you'd be willing to do it. To do something you disapprove of, if it meant dragging me back to sanity. You've always had a way of distracting me, of taking my mind off of things and making me focus on you. Maybe this was what you were meant to do. To be that thing that takes me away from my pain. No matter how bad it gets, no matter how how much pain I'm in, you're there to pull me back to something better. I might be off on that, I might just be romanticizing it, or I could be right, in which case I'm very lucky to have you by my side, Fleur Delacour." Harry reasoned out to her. He wasn't just trying to make her feel better, he actually meant it. He always noticed this power of hers, this ability to distract and consume his focus, and now he was starting to understand that it had a greater purpose. It was meant to draw him back from the darkest depths, to bring him back to himself, no matter how much pain he was in.

Her poison pushed him into that dark place, but she drew him back out again. It truly was her gift.

Fleur stared at him for many long moments as she thought on his words. Finally she let out a low sigh and nodded, sinking into him as she did. In her mind, Luna was affirming what Harry said, agreeing with him that she had that power over others, to distract them, to take them away from their worries and into herself. It was her power, her gift over people, and today, they'd seen the power of it.

She accepted their words, happy to have found her purpose in life, and ready to begin her eternity with the man she loved.

With Fleur's ascension, a new stage of her life began.

Harry continued his killing spree, finding and torturing those he felt deserved it, and Fleur was right there by his side, helping him, and tormenting his captured victims. She fed on the suffering of their victims, drinking in the energy from it, like the most soothing of aura's. Those that died, she claimed their souls, pulling them into herself and then dispersing them into her paintings. An act she knew almost on instinct. She couldn't put into words how she knew what she was doing, only that she knew she could do it. Which was similar to how Olivia had explained her own powers when she'd ascended, the knowledge was just there.

Fleur's newest works of art were absolutely sublime as the substance of the soul, became her paint. The images, which were previously touched by magic, were now filled with an unearthly malevolence. As always, Harry would place them around the city, and in response, those who looked upon them were flooded with inescapable feelings. The pain and agony of their victims seemed to scream out from the images. Groups of deranged splicers would gather around the paintings, praying to them like some kind of mystic totem or effigy of their faith.

The Artisan of Agony and the Shadow Man, two living demons of Rapture, who stalked the darkness of the city, taking people to be turned into magnificent works of art.

Harry and Fleur's sex life, exploded to new heights of intensity. Now as a Daemonette of Slaanesh, Fleur's body, as well as the toxins she emitted from her fluids were far more potent. Whether it was making love, or filthy grunting pig-sex, the experience was amplified between the two. For Harry it all felt so much better. That was the only way he could describe it. Everything felt better for him. For Fleur, it was the same, but even more so, everything came through so much clearer. When intertwined with Harry, his every emotion flowed into her, filling her up with himself. It was a wondrous feeling as she took in his love, his lust, his desire, and arousal, feeling all of it pour into her and filling her with bliss.

She still had the ability to flower, as much like with Olivia, she kept a lot of the functions of her Veela body, though she no longer needed to eat, drink, or sleep, as her body was also now fueled by the influx of magical energies that crossed from the vacuum of Death and through Harry into her.

In their dreams, Fleur now retained her consciousness and could make willful acts of her own, which included finally taking Luna how she wanted to, gifting her the same pleasure she gave to Harry. Their go-to in the dreamworld quickly became sandwiching Luna between them as they took both of her holes. Luna for her part, fell in love with the rapturous experience which often left her drooling on one of their shoulders as they took her for all she was worth.

In this time they also learned about the additional gift that Fleur had been given by her patron, the silken gown she wore. This silk gown was actually a magical artifact that had two distinct functions. The first was that it could shape into any sort of outfit Fleur could imagine, meaning with just a thought she could dress herself however she wished, it could even shape into hardened substances like armor, meaning Fleur had a means of protecting herself with just a thought. The gown didn't come off, instead it retracted into the choker she now wore. The choker itself was another part of the magical artifact as while the silk itself allowed her to shape it into any type of clothing, and the choker contained it when she wished to remove her clothes, the choker also granted her the power to shape-shift.

Fleur could now take on the shape of any person she had met or seen, appearing like them, and even sounding like them. This allowed the two to really have some endless fun in Rapture, having Fleur shape-shift into people and pretend to be them to sow confusion and chaos in the streets was fun, and with it, Fleur began to aid Harry in his kidnapping of victims for them to torture.

In the bedroom Fleur put on a masterful play with this power, taking on the form of both Luna, and Olivia for Harry to enjoy, though once or twice she'd even take on the form of his wives in Tracey and Daphne, though her favorite by far was to transform into Gabrielle and have the wildest sex with him. No doubt hoping he'd come to enjoy it enough to want to pursue her when they returned home. They also tried more depraved things with Fleur transforming into a version of herself that was around Harry's age, and then going even younger, seeing just how much she could excite him with whatever warped direction she took.

Harry never hesitated. Whether Fleur looked like herself, his sister, his wives, her teenage self, or even her ten year old self, she never lost her affect on him. He took her no matter what shape she was in.

Fleur and Harry gave up hiding as time went on. Not just hiding themselves, but hiding their changes as well. Harry removed his gloves allowing his Behir arm to be seen as well as his eye-patch, allowing his Basilisk/Beholder eye to shine malevolently in the ever darkening city. Standing in opposite to him, Fleur traveled with her wings, horns and tail on full display, becoming an almost radiant sight that was met with awe and terror as her reputation spread.

Despite her ascension, she still possessed the full breath of abilities that a Veela had, as well as all the powers she'd gained through plasmids and gene tonics, as well as her magic. Fleur though, wasn't a fighter. She wasn't like Olivia, and it was apparent that that wasn't meant to be her role. Olivia was meant to fight by his side, to fight with him, lead with him, protect him from harm, Fleur was meant to be there for him when the battle was done, to fill his life with comfort, and joy, and release from all of the hardships and suffering he had and would endure. She would be his rock, his port in the storm.

The two continued their playful dance until the show really got started. It was New Years Eve when suddenly a bomb went off at the Kashmir Restaurant. For reasons unknown, the Fontaine Department store had floated back up to reconnect with Rapture, unleashing all of the Splicers contained within. Those Splicers, now allies of the revolutionary Atlas, detonated an explosive device in the Kashmir restaurant triggering the start of the civil war. Things were suddenly kicking off, and Harry and Fleur were most certainly happy to join the ride.

-Six Years after arrival 1960-

The Rapture civil war was an exciting affair. Four distinct factions had formed as major players in the war for control over Rapture and it's ADAM supplies. The first faction was Andrew Ryan, and his followers, the second Atlas, and his revolutionaries, the third faction, if you could call it that was the citizens who didn't belong to either of the first two factions, people just trying to survive, and last, but not least, there was the Children of the Deep, a cult that had formed around the worship of the Artisan of Agony and the Shadow Man. These splicers would form their hideouts around the paintings that Fleur would create and actively worship them.

They actively began dragging non-believers to these sights for sacrificial rituals, rituals that were tied to Fleur, and empowered her as she felt it every time it happened, felt the soul of those sacrificed flow into her. It was likely happening with Harry to, he simply couldn't feel it like she could as he was still technically a mortal being.

The sightings of the Artisan rose in number, especially as the battles continued. Fleur could be found, sitting atop a structure or at the end of an overlook, painting away as a fight persisted between the other factions. She would paint images of the war, forming in detail exquisite recreations of the battles that took place. On a few occasions people would try and reach her, only to be confronted by the Shadow Man. Harry, draped in a long dark coat, would appear in their path and cut down the advancing splicers with remarkable ease. Some would try and shoot at her, only for their bullets to pass through some kind of magical barrier which converted them into air. Fleur hardly noticed these attempts.

She would paint, and Harry would keep her safe.

The war raged on. Not long after it began, a new form of protector was found for the Little Sisters. The Big Daddies. Where once their job was to be maintenance workers for the city proper, now they walked the streets, following around the little girls as they gathered ADAM from the fallen corpses.

The Big Daddies were far better protectors than troops of guards. Something had been done to make them ruthlessly protective of their young charges. The towering Daddies would cut down anything that tried to get close to the Sisters.

The fighting persisted, for well over a year, but eventually it looked like Andrew Ryan would emerge victorious. He had control over Rapture proper, and he had access to pheromones that could be used to direct and control the Splicers. It wasn't looking good for Atlas or his revolution.

Then one day something strange occurred. The remnants of a plane were seen drifting down into and around the city, and over the next several hours a large number of important people in Rapture were killed. It was clear that someone new had arrived in the city, and after a brief investigation Fleur and Harry found their new arrival working with Atlas to make his way through the city towards Hephaestus where Andrew Ryan was located. As he worked his way there, he also worked to free the various Little Sisters from their conditioning using a type of plasmid gifted to him by Tenenbaum. Tenenbaum had been missing in action for the last few years now, so her sudden return was quite surprising, out of curiosity, Harry chose to approach and ask what she was up to.

"It's a strange thing, finding you here. Helping the children you once enslaved." Harry's voice cut through the air as he appeared behind Tenenbaum as she observed a wall of security monitors. She turned in her seat and her eyes widened at the sight of him.

"So the Shadow Man comes to visit me. Why have you come? You will find no ADAM in these girls, if that is your goal." Tenenbaum said to him, her eyes filled with defiance, and curiosity.

"I have no need of the girls for ADAM. I discovered a way to grant myself the ability to generate it." Harry responded, causing Tenenbaum's eyes to widen in disbelief.

"I see. I should not be surprised. Why have you come then?" She asked him, taking a moment to note just how big he'd become since last they saw one another. He had obviously been a young teenager when they first met, yet in the last six years he had shot up considerably, standing at well over six foot. He was muscular, strong, and the presence of his blue-scaled draconic arm was certainly eye-catching. His eyes had also lost none of their potency, though she did notice that his sclera had a dim yellow glow to them, similar to how the Little Sister's eyes would glow due to the abundance of ADAM inside of them.

"I came simply to see you. I'm just curious, doctor. You vanished for a time, and now I see you working to undue the damage you helped to create. Feeling guilty?" Harry asked her curiously.

"Yes. Is it so strange? Do you feel any guilt for what has befallen this city? I am doubtful, but still I wonder." She asked him.

"No. No guilt. These people mean nothing to me. I'm here for as long as it lasts, and then Fleur and I will return from where we came from. Rapture was always a means to an end. It was always meant for our purpose, and now that it's fulfilled that purpose, we're just enjoying the show. My work may have hastened Rapture's collapse, but it didn't cause it. Even without the Splicers this city would have fallen into war eventually. You've done terrible things in your life Doctor, just like me. Now you're looking for redemption. Maybe you'll find it. I can't say. Hopefully you're successful before this city dies." Harry replied. Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a warning sign began to sound.

"It is Andrew Ryan, he is activating the city's self destruct mechanism!" Tenenbaum turned back to the wall of monitors in a panic.

"This city has a self-destruct?" Harry mused with confusion.

"Why of course it would. Wouldn't you put a self-destruct switch in your underwater city?" Luna asked him playfully.

"Well I would, but I've been told that I'm a bit off." Harry responded as he gazed around the room at the warning lights.

"I don't think you're off." Luna offered to him.

"Well you yourself, have been noted to be a bit off as well, so I don't think that clears me." Harry responded, causing her to mentally smile at him.

The shaking persisted for several long moments until finally the alarms went off, and all of the screens went dark. A few seconds later they came back on, and the logo of Ryan Industries was suddenly replaced with Fontaine Futuristics.

Both Harry and Tenenbaum saw this happen, and while Tenenbaum's eyes widened in surprise, a cruel grin began to spread across Harry's face.

"I knew it! You conniving bastard!" Harry thought to himself as he blinked out of the room, leaving Tenenbaum alone. She was in for another surprise when she would turn and find the darkened room empty once more.

Deep within Point Prometheus where the Big Daddies were made Harry and Fleur found Atlas, who now revealed himself to be Frank Fontaine. They learned in the intervening time that Andrew Ryan was dead, and Frank had now taken over the city.

That wouldn't last overly long, as the unknown figure that had previously been murdering it's way through the city towards Ryan, was now headed straight for Fontaine.

The two watched from above as the man, now in a panic from being pursued by the unknown killer, had spliced himself up to ridiculous levels. He was pumping mass quantities of ADAM into his body, no doubt preparing himself for the incoming threat, which would soon arrive.

Harry and Fleur watched with intrigue as Fontaine and the unknown man fought below. The unknown man put up one helluva fight, managing to damage the spliced up Fontaine several times before ultimately being defeated.

Fontaine moved towards the unknown man, raging and shouting about having created the unknown. Harry rose to his feet, and leaped down appearing in front of the spliced up Fontaine.

"You!" The mutated giant uttered.

"Hello Frank. Been a long time. You didn't think it was over did you? All that time tearing you apart piece by piece, you didn't think I'd just forget?" Harry asked, cruelty dancing across his face.

"Hey… we can work something out. I have control of the city, think of what we could accomplish together? Like the good old days!" Frank offered to him, as spliced up as he was, having hidden as Atlas this whole time he was well aware of Harry's reputation as the Shadow Man. Well aware of just how dangerous he was.

Harry smiled at him, shook his head, and let out a barking laugh.

"Frank, don't you realize this was only ever going to end one way. You were always the end goal. You just managed to postpone it with your little deception. You should have stayed hidden as Atlas, I probably wouldn't have noticed. To much pride though. It had to be you, who took this city. Don't worry… I have no intention of dragging this out." Harry chastised the man, who let out a roar of anger.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN BEST ME SO EASILY! LOOK AT WHAT I'VE BECOME!" Fontaine screamed at him, only for Harry to draw his wand, and level it at him.

An incredulous look spread across Fontaine's face, as he struggled to grasp what he was seeing.

"Farewell Frank. Been an experience. Avada Kadavra." Harry bid him goodbye before unleashing the killing curse on the jacked up mutant.

Frank's body went limp and he collapsed into a heap.

Harry strolled over to the corpse, briefly sending a glance towards the unknown man who was slowly pulling himself to his feet, watching intently. The man looked a bit like Andrew Ryan, but was otherwise unfamiliar.

Harry knelt over Fontaine's corpse and grinned, he then drew a knife and cut into his shoulder, before lowering himself to drink his ADAM rich blood.

He drank down large gulps of the blood, feeling the ADAM within it flood his veins. He rolled his shoulders, and rose to his feet, the glowing blood dripping down his chin. Her turned his gaze towards the unknown man, now knowing who he was thanks to Fontaine's memories.

He lowered his gaze to the corpse and knelt once more, removing the genetic key that Fontaine had taken from Ryan granting him control over Rapture.

He examined it for a moment before tossing it to the man.

"Take it. Do what you wish." Harry said to the man, before apparating back up to where Fleur was just finishing her latest painting.

She gifted him a beautiful smile and sank into his embrace as he examined the image that showed Fontaine's demise.

"A masterpiece, like always." He praised her.

"What was zat zat you gave to him?" She inquired curiously.

"The key to the city. The literal key to the city." He answered.

"You did not want it?" She inquired.

"Rapture is dying. It wont last for long. The city's foundation was built out of aluminum. Aluminum can't withstand these pressures for very long. That wasn't common knowledge in this day and era, but I learned it from my time on Sera and I think it's known in our time. The city will start to crumble even without the conflict occurring within it. It probably has another ten-twenty years until it falls apart. No point in hanging around or trying to lord over something that wont last." Harry explained to her. He'd never really had any desire to rule over Rapture, and after learning about what it was made out of, he really lost any interest in sticking around.

Rapture wouldn't last, and Harry didn't want to stick around when the city died. He had no idea what would happen if he was crushed by the ocean pressure and revived at these depths. Probably a looping cycle of endless deaths, until his time was up. A hell of unimaginable proportions, so best not to get caught up in it.

The two ventured away from Point Prometheus, finding their way back to their home. The two settled in, cuddling on their bed. It was comfortable, cozy even. Harry was satisfied, and Fleur was happy to see him so. The two lay in bed, blissfully ignorant of the happenings occurring in the city now that the power structure had been destabilized fully.

The two lay talking, just talking when Harry found a long stretch of him speaking without a response.

He glanced down to find Fleur asleep on his chest. He smiled briefly before blinking.

Unless she had willfully chosen to clock out in the middle of him talking, she shouldn't have just lulled off like this. As a Daemon she didn't need to sleep.

He blinked as he felt a tiredness begin to wash over him.

"Oh." Harry realized, a smile spreading across his face.

"Only six years. Wow. I'm surprised, but I'll take it. Two down, two to go." Harry pulled Fleur tighter against him as he drifted into the land of dreams, drifting away from the ruined underwater utopia. Fleur's art, and Harry's plasmids would continue to shape the lives of those left behind. They'd made their mark, and now it was time to go home.

-To Be Continued-

Here's the end of Fleur's ascension, time for the next one. Again let me know your thoughts, hope to hear from you. On to the next!