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)

19. Chapter 19

Alright, part two for Tracey, here you go.

Chaos Born: Destiny Undone

Chapter 19: Third Ascension: Part Two

-Raccoon City-

It was early in the morning on September twenty-third when the raid on the NEST occurred. By the end on the twenty-fourth, the T-Virus had seeped into the drinking water and began to infect the local rat and insect populations, causing both to begin growing and mutating out of control. People within Raccoon City who drank the contaminated water began showing symptoms a short time later and were forced to go to the hospital, quickly placing a huge strain on the city's infrastructure.

The T-Virus triggered the cannibal disease in many of the infected residents, turning them into essentially zombies. Calling them zombies was easy enough, despite the fact that those infected with the T-Virus specifically, weren't actually dead.

It was actually quite surprising for Harry that it was the T-Virus that was spreading faster than the G which seemed to be congregating in the sewers creating festering, bubbling pits of infected insects and bacterium rather than spreading outwards and upwards towards the city.

Within the first day, Tracey began giving birth to the first of her children.

Those living hosts who were infected with the G-Virus would turn into an organism known as a 'G'. G's would then begin producing G-Larvae, a type of parasite that would seek to infect other viable hosts. If the host was viable than a new first generation G would be created, if not than an imperfect or second generation G would be born as the larvae burst out of the host's body and grew into a malformed tumorous living cancer of a creature that would end the life cycle by producing third gen larvae that couldn't mature.

So naturally the goal of Tracey's children, and a biological imperative was to find perfect hosts to create more first generation G's.

Tracey was quite affectionate towards the slimy parasitic organisms that she would birth out of her mouth, vomiting up clusters of them at a time. They seemed to have a sense to avoid Harry as none had tried thus far to infect him, though he was unsure if that was due to an innate sense of his immunity, or if Tracey was actively controlling them not to, or if perhaps, due to the nature of the magic surrounding their bond, they sensed Harry's authority over them. Since he was Tracey's master, due to the brands, any creature she created, or infected, including these larvae, were also under Harry's control, in fact Harry was the only one who could override Tracey's control over her creations, and he could also grant control of these creatures to others.

Regardless of the answer, a few days passed as things really went to shit. The T-Virus infection spread through the city, and began causing a multitude of deaths. Local authorities were unable to respond with any meaningful action as the virus swept through the cozy little town.

As things spiraled out of control up top, people began doing what they had to in order to survive. That led to some making the unfortunate mistake of entering the sewers. If they made it past the infected rats and insects, than they usually had the misfortune of running into Tracey. The towering creature stalked out of the shadows to pin them in place while her larval offspring would swarm the captured prey, attempting to infect them. The target was infected though the person was never compatible with the parasites, leading to the larvae bursting out of their bodies and forming into large, lumbering G lifeforms. The towering cancerous creatures took well to Tracey, and continued to ignore Harry's presence, as if not noticing him, unless he sought to control them.

The infection of these people was viewed highly by Tracey. From her own warped point of view, her infection had been a gift. The T-Virus had made her stronger, the G-Virus had granted her these healing abilities, and this new, and powerful form. To her these were gifts, gifts she was more than happy to share with others, in fact she actively wanted to. She even made the occasional comment of how bummed she was that Harry couldn't be infected, thus couldn't share if these gifts. Harry didn't doubt the Plagefather's ability to infect him, but he'd need more than a non-magical, human-made virus to overpower Harry's natural bodily defenses, and magical protection. Unicorn blood especially was some powerful stuff.

Eventually, Tracey grew curious about what was happening above, and wanted to start sharing her gifts with more people. The situation had destabilized enough that the two could move about on the surface without drawing much of an organized resistance. Harry had been monitoring the situation and reporting back to Tracey what was happening. Thousands were dead, and hordes of cannibalistic zombies swarmed the streets. The police were more or less falling to pieces and any attempt at military intervention that had been tried, had thus far failed. It was also nighttime currently, so no reason not to go exploring and hunting.

So Harry and Tracey ventured up to the surface and began stalking through the town. They traveled through the streets, largely being ignored by the zombies and other infected creatures, usually being infected dogs, or 'cerberus' as they'd been classified by Umbrella researchers. Every so often they'd encounter a survivor, or group of survivors that Tracey would go after. At first she targeted them by herself to mixed success but as some would escape from her attack, she began using her mental control of those linked to her infection to control the zombies in the street to attack her targets.

She had little tact to these orders as she wasn't a strategist or a commander, but she quickly remembered some of what Harry had said in regards to his time on Sera and urged him to assist by commanding her creations to help her catch people to give her gifts too. Harry was more than happy to oblige her. Commanding the ever growing horde of creatures, Harry started to use tactics with them when attacking groups of survivors or fortified locations.

A storm was rolling in, obscuring people's vision, and that allowed Harry a much easier time in creating his ambushes.

He quickly learned to work with the limitations of his 'soldiers'. The zombies were slow and loud, groaning and moaning as they dragged themselves towards a target, but they were hard to kill. Only a clean head shot was guaranteed to kill one, anything less, and you likely wouldn't be able to put the zombie down. If you were unlucky, and only damaged them, there was a small chance that one of these zombies infected with this particular strain of the virus might mutate into a 'Licker' type B.O.W. which was far more dangerous.

Even still, Harry adapted to their limitations, setting up ambushes, and pinning survivors in place. Often he would use the zombies to keep a group distracted while Tracey moved in to deliver some of her children directly to the survivors, parisitizing them, which always ended in rejection, and the creation of a few G's, which would inevitably slip into the sewers to nest and grow.

They continued their game until they came upon the police station. Tracey seemed intrigued by it, picking up a scent that drove her to investigate. Harry followed her into the station, where they took note of at least two survivors in the building. A man and a woman. The man looked to be a surviving cop, and the woman seemed to be just another survivor. The two worked independently through the building, though both seemed to have a good bead on the situation as they were making good work navigating around the infected and taking them out when they had too.

Neither of these two were what interested Tracey.

They made their way through the building, until coming across a small child. The little girl noticed Tracey and quickly bolted, and Tracey seemed drawn to follow her.

Harry observed curiously, wondering what about this child had gotten Tracey so interested in following her. Around the same time he caught the sound of several automatic rifles firing in the building nearby. It sounded like more than one attacker.

The two carried on their pursuit for a little over a minute, going into the underbelly of the police station. Harry watched from a distance as Tracey stalked around a corner following the scent of the child.

They found a woman in their way, the same female survivor who had someone gotten ahead of them. She was knelt in front a room, talking to someone inside, who was hidden from sight by an overturned locked blocking the entrance.

Tracey's footsteps were light, but not light enough to avoid being heard. The woman spun around and leveled her firearm at the approaching monster.

She cursed loudly and fired a shot which struck Tracey in the face, earning a hiss of rage. Tracey flailed in pain, slamming her hand into the ground they were standing on, which was actually a grated catwalk. Her incredible strength buckled the floor, knocking her and the woman into the area below.

The woman quickly recovered, just as Tracey did and the two started fighting.

Harry was impressed. Whomever this woman was, she was definitely a fighter. She'd had some lessons in the use of firearms.

The area below was filled with large electrical boxes and generator equipment which the woman used to keep Tracey from charging her, or swinging her long arms at her.

She was armed with a revolver and a pistol, and pelted the mutant with as many shots as she could.

Most of the bullets did basically nothing, leaving her scrambling for an answer while Harry watched from above.

Eventually Tracey cornered the woman at a railing that overlooked a long drop below. She charged at her, only for the woman to dive out of the way, roll onto her back and fire another bullet that struck Tracey in the large eye on her shoulder. She recoiled in pain, and accidentally toppled over the edge of the railing into the darkness below.

Harry made a face at that, and grimaced. Despite her enhanced fighting ability, her size and mutations made her top heavy in this form. Definitely a noteworthy weakness to Tracey's current evolution.

While the woman let out a breath of relief and moved to locate the person she'd been talking to before, Harry moved unseen to hop down into the blackness to find Tracey. He was standing on the railing, about to jump down when he heard the sound of pounding boot steps coming towards them through the same hall that the woman had arrived through.

By now the woman was already departing the room, glancing back at the sound, spotting Harry as she did.

He payed her little mind, instead staring at the doorway as a troop of soldiers began to pour out of the hall, each one was donned in black gear, and armor. Wearing goggles, and helmets, their whole bodies were covered.

"Contact!" The lead shouted upon seeing Harry.

"It's him." Another identified, confirming to Harry that these new arrivals worked for Umbrella.

They raised their weapons to fire at him, letting out a few shots as he tossed them a rueful smirk and free fell into the darkened abyss after Tracey. The woman and the little girl, quickly fled as the soldiers opened fire, avoiding a confrontation with the unknown group.

He arrived at the bottom of the pit to find her beginning to mutate. Her injuries from the battle, and the subsequent fall were causing her body to heal out of control, furthering it's mutations.

She grew larger, adding at least another foot to her height. Her chest expanded, almost encompassing her head, as another head began to emerge from between her shoulders. This head had no neck, and lacked most of the features of a human head, save for the eyes and mouth. Two sets of glowing yellow eyes sat on it's face, while it's mouth spread wide, filling with jagged teeth.

Her arms gained muscle mass, the clawed arm had it's claws elongate to nearly ten inches in length as the fingers themselves disappeared. It's opposite arm, had the nails also elongate, but remained much shorter and she still had fingers on that arm.

The towering creature rose to it's feet with a vicious snarl, the large bloodshot eye in her shoulder filled with visible rage.

"Wanna tell me what that was about?" He asked her, before backpedaling as she took an angry swipe at him. He barely managed to avoid getting split into ribbons by her massive clawed hand.

He readied himself to fight her, if she had lost her sanity to the virus, but after a moment of silence hung between them, without her continuing the attack, merely staring him down, he recognized that the swat had been more out of annoyance than an attempt to try and kill him.

"Getting a bit of a temper, aren't we." Harry chided her with a smirk, earning a low growl from the towering creature.

"Do not tempt me, Harry Potter. I was this close to flaying you." He heard her thoughts, which caused a laugh.

"So, about what just happened?" Harry hummed, still curious.

"That girl. She was Sherry Birkin." Tracey responded.

"Sherry Birkin? William and Annette's daughter? I see. You still have that part of William inside of you. Why'd you want to find her, to keep her safe? Or was it because we know that William was compatible with the G-Virus so there's a good chance Sherry is too?" Harry inquired.

"The latter answer sounds better to me. I can't really explain the urge I felt in human terms, but that sounds a lot closer to the truth." Tracey admitted.

"Alright, well then, let's go and find her, shall we. But, just so you know, I think another squad of USS soldiers is looking for us. A troop of them entered that room after you fell, so we'll need to keep our eyes peeled." Harry offered, earning a noise of agreement from his mutated wife.

The two continued to track Sherry for another few hours, making their way back to the surface. Eventually, they tracked her to a nearby residence. When they found her, she was being chased by an older fat man, who was bleeding from a wound to his face. He looked ready to murder the young girl.

Whatever his reasons, Tracey didn't care, she stalked up behind the man, and impaled him through the chest with her massive claw basically splitting him in two.

She tossed the pieces away as the young girl screamed out in terror. Unfortunately she was backed into a corner and had nowhere to go as Tracey stalked towards her, vomiting up a G-Larvae as she did.

The child was successfully parasitized and left there in the room. Now successful, that innate drive vanished, leaving Tracey with her full freedom of will once more. So the two took a moment to briefly explore the place they'd found themselves in.

When they returned, Sherry was gone, most likely having woken up after being infected. So the two followed after her, they arrived on scene to find that Sherry had once more encountered that same woman from earlier and the two had retreated into an underground part of this building. They were being chased by a towering figure in a trench coat.

Tracey didn't know what it was but instantly recognized it as a T-Virus B.O.W. Harry had a better idea of the creature. Recognizing it from some of the files he'd read. It was a Tyrant. The end-goal for a lot of T-Virus research. These tyrants were powerful B.O.W.s that were immune to the negative affects of the T-Virus like Tracey was. They gained enhanced strength, speed, and reflexes, turning them into these towering creatures. They were still prone to mutations, and most didn't last for very long, or were difficult to control. This one seemed to be an exception, as it moved with purpose and precision.

While curious about it's presence, Harry wasn't allowed the time to study the creature. It seemed to be after Sherry and the woman, so Tracey moved to stop it from harming her offspring growing inside of the young girl.

Sherry and the woman backed into an elevator that the Tyrant proceeded to attack, trying to tear it open to get at them. Before it could reach inside, Tracey came up behind the beast and killed it in much the same manner that she'd killed the fat man earlier, driving her huge clawed hand into it's chest and tearing it basically in half.

She then charged at the elevator, dislodging it from it's track, causing it, it's two occupants and Tracey to plummet into darkness.

Harry followed after, finding Tracey crawling up onto an available floor, as the crumbled elevator and some debris was blocking access to the bottom level.

He continued to follow as Tracey traveled through the area in search of Sherry and her gestating offspring. The more time passed with the child still alive, the more confident Harry became that she was a perfect host for the G-Virus, and would successfully produce another G creature like Tracey.

A little more than forty minutes passed when Tracey once more ran into that civilian woman. Once more, Tracey went after her, no doubt intent on devouring her, and finding out where Sherry went.

She chased the woman into a large loading area that Harry quickly pieced together, led back to the NEST, meaning they were slowly coming full circle in their journey.

Tracey was able to halt the woman's escape by taking out a steel catwalk, trapping her on a loading pad.

It seemed that the woman was just as fed up running into Tracey as Tracey was running into her. Harry had to admire the woman's craftiness and resilience, as she continued putting up one helluva fight against Tracey. It looked like Tracey would be successful until a shout came.

"Claire, drop!" A man's voice shouted. Claire's eyes shot up to it's source and she immediately complied. Before Tracey knew what was happening, the male figure, the cop from earlier, hit a button on a console overlooking their arena, that sent a loaded crate carried by a crane above, slamming into Tracey's side, knocking her into the blackened abyss below, just barely missing the woman, Claire who had dropped to her belly, allowed the crate to pass over her.

This now marking the third time today that Tracey had fallen into a hole. It seemed that of all the means of fighting her, gravity was her biggest enemy.

"Leon! Thanks!" Claire shouted up to the man, who nodded down at her.

"No problem. Looks like we're headed in the same direction, I'll try to meet up with you when I can, stay safe." He said to her.

"You too." Claire shouted back.

While they had their conversation, Harry stared down into the hole after his fallen wife, barely containing his laughter. He was more than happy to help, if Tracey asked him to, but for now she seemed intent on handling things herself, so Harry was letting her. His appearance earned the attention of Claire who caught sight of him as he peered into the hole below. She stared at him, confused for a moment, and he glanced back, offering her a smirk before leaping down into the blackness. He heard her call after him, but she was unable to stop him from jumping.

He landed down at the bottom where Tracey was undergoing even more mutations as a result of her injuries from a several stories fall.

"I'm guessing that hurt a lot." Harry hummed as she roared and groaned in pain. More bulk was added to her size, and any semblance of her original head vanished into the mass of muscle on her chest. Four additional arms erupted out of her body, two from her back, which were hulking and massive, bearing large claws on them, much like her two normal arms, and two smaller four fingered arms which grew out of her chest. A long bone-covered tail grew out from her lower back, extending from the end of her spine. Her head, now curved forward, much like it had during the first mutation, though a protective layer of bone formed around it, like an exoskeleton.

Another massive eye now sprouted from her opposite shoulder, giving her two of the large eyes to scan the area around her.

Her lower jaw split into two, the ends of it curving upward with hook-like spikes meant for grabbing and pulling in whatever she was biting into.

Truly a ferocious creature.

Harry had to wonder just how much more she could take before her body gave out.

The creature fixed him with a look, almost as if challenging him to chide her. He held up his hands and smiled, the creature letting out a huff of annoyance before storming off, no doubt intent on avenging herself.

They passed through the facility until they made it to a chamber overlooking a platform that connected two walkways on either side of the room. Below the walkways, and the platform was one of the labs of the NEST. They were now fully within the NEST once more.

Tracey made it into a chamber and leaped down onto the raised platform where Claire was speaking with Annette Birkin, who was still alive after all this time.

With a snarl, Tracey landed on the platform with a loud crash.

"Shit!" Both women cursed.

"This thing just wont give up!" The Claire snapped, raising her gun at it.

"And she wont. I told you, she has to be stopped! If the Matriarch is allowed to escape the city, or if the company gets their hands on her, she'll infect the entire world!" Annette said to her, as she raised what looked like a flare gun and aimed it at Tracey who began to advance.

She fired at her, the round burst into a liquid that sprayed over Tracey's entire body. Steam began rising from her body, and Tracey dropped to a knee with a roar of pain. Whatever substance she'd just been coated with, was doing wonders in damaging her body.

Annette loaded another round and fired it at her, coating her in even more of the substance.

She moved to load another round, when the door opposite of them opened and in stormed the USS team from earlier.

"There she is!" The lead confirmed as the troop of six stormed across the platform.

"No! I wont let you take her!" Annette shouted in panic, worried that they might capture Tracey and take her away from this place, allowing her the chance to infect the world with the T and G Viruses. Annette fumbled to load another round into her handheld launcher, but a shot from one of the soldiers, put a stop to that. The bullet pierced Annette's chest, sending her stumbling back into Claire with a scream of pain, the two quickly backpedaling across the platform towards the far door to try and escape the soldiers.

Before they could fire another shot, Tracey began to recover from the burning substance, rising to her feet with a hellish growl.

"No! No, we can't let this happen!" Annette shouted, tearing away from Claire to stumble over to a nearby console and hammer a button that caused the platform in the center of the room to begin to descend with Tracey and the six soldiers on it. One of the soldiers turned and fired at Annette again, but was to late to stop her, three more bullets impacted the woman, who was grabbed by Claire and pulled out of the room.

Harry allowed their retreat turning instead to Tracey, who was fully engaged with these attacking soldiers. They were heavily armed with machine guns, grenade launchers, one of them even had a flamethrower.

As a result of what appeared to be some kind of acid attack that Annette had used against her, Groups of eyeballs were beginning to spawn in the crevices of Tracey's muscles. It was becoming apparent to Harry, that she was beginning to destabilize. All of these injuries and healing was causing her DNA and the virus to break down.

She fought against the troop of soldiers, using her incredible strength and surprising speed to overpower them one by one. They hit her with everything they had, but only served to cause her to mutate more, as more flesh, and more eyeballs bubbled across her body.

Despite their teamwork, and firepower, they were unable to deal the killing blow in time. Annette had somehow sealed the lab they'd been lowered into, and the battle tore the lab apart, turning it into a hazard zone as unknown chemicals and flammable substances spilled and ignited as the battle raged on.

As the battle raged, alarms began to blare, a warning sounding that the G-Virus had escaped containment and the facility's self-destruct was now active.

"Again with the self-destruct." Harry noted, earning a hum from Luna, as the two continued watching the battle, as Tracey finished off the last of the USS soldiers, tearing the man in two as she did.

Harry was kind enough to use magic to unlock the doors to the lab, letting Tracey out, now that she'd won her battle, and hadn't fallen into another hole.

She went tearing through the facility, advancing deeper and deeper, following Sherry's scent, until the two made it to where Annette Birkin lay dying. Having been shot multiple times, she wasn't going to last much longer.

She halfheartedly tried to raise her weapon towards them as they passed but was unable to muster the strength to do so, her eyes briefly falling to Harry in surprise, as if not expecting him to still be alive, or traveling beside the monstrous creature.

Tracey passed her by without a care, while Harry finished her off by cutting her throat with magic, leaving her to bleed out faster while he followed after his wife.

They arrived just into time to find a train car being lowered to some tracks below. For the fifth time, Tracey encountered that woman Claire and this time, she very much intended to finish things.

Despite being armed with more powerful weaponry than before the woman could do little but run away from Tracey as the two fought.

It looked like Tracey might finally claim her prize, as the elevator reached it's destination arriving at a tunnel, for the tram car to pass through.

"Claire!" Came a man's voice as he pulled himself through a nearby door on the same floor. He carried with him a large box shaped weapon, that he quickly shouldered upon spotting the attacking monster.

A missile fired from the weapon, sailed through the air to impact with Tracey's chest sending her flying into a wall, her chest blown open.

Harry and Tracey had the exact same thought as this happened. "Again!"

The man, was revealed to be the cop from earlier, Leon was what Claire had called him. He looked in rough shaped, but was able to drag himself over to Claire who was climbing to her feet, disbelief coloring her face.

"I didn't think I was getting out of that." Claire said to the cop.

"Had a friend like that, that's been hounding me all day. You alright?" He asked her.

"Yeah. Thanks Leon. That's two I owe you now." She said to him, both staring out at Tracey's corpse which lay unmoving, most of her upper torso missing.

"You got any more rockets?" She asked him.

"Yeah, one I think." He replied, shouldering the boxed rocket launcher once more and firing the remaining missile at Tracey's body, blasting it into more pieces, just to make sure she was really dead.

The two seemed to settle now that the attacking monster was in multiple pieces, only for a rumble to shake the area, as the NEST began it's final countdown to destruction.

They moved towards the tram car, only to stop when they spotted Harry standing over Tracey's remains.

"Wait…" Claire spoke up, stopping for just a moment to stare at him.

He turned and glanced at the two, offering them his typical smirk, and a playful bow.

"Bravo." He offered with a chuckle, amused at their repeated victories. He was quite certain Tracey would be beyond pissed when she revived. He was quite certain this had killed her completely, so he'd need to off himself in order to bring her back.

The two didn't quite understand what they were seeing when Harry offered them one final glance before apparating away, much to the further surprise and confusion of both survivors.

With no answer to what the two just saw, they quickly hopped into the tram car and powered it up, heading down the tunnel to escape the doomed facility.

It was daytime now, the sun having risen over the ruined town.

Harry stood on a rooftop overlooking the devastation. Even with the shadow of night pulled back, the viruses continued to ravage the community. Soldiers who'd arrive to attempt to evacuate survivors and deal with the outbreak, were now shambling alongside the dead. T-Virus infected still filled the streets, and G-Virus zombies were beginning to crawl out of the sewer tunnels as more dead bodies found their way into the sewer system.

Mutant creatures from both viral strains stalked the living, with Tracey's mutant G offspring beginning to attack the surface by ambushing people who passed by sewer access points. If Harry had to guess, less than five percent of the original population of the town were still alive, though he was unsure if adding more soldiers to the mix, would help the situation.

It was definitely going to be an interesting next few days, and he was certain Tracey would like to see this, so he placed his wand to his head and used the killing curse to end himself.

He awoke in Luna's arms for a brief moment, and she gently played with his hair. He enjoyed her touch for as long as it lasted.

"I think something's happened to Tracey." Luna said to him.

"What do you mean?" He asked, but before she could answer him, he awoke, reborn from his own ashes.

He felt a coldness wash over him, despite the heat. An unnatural feeling colored his senses. It was foreign, yet familiar. A dreadful feeling yet one he'd grown accustomed to, despite not recognizing it.

He heard a shudder behind himself, and the gentle ringing of bells.

He turned around, just as Tracey did, finding himself face to face with his wife, he nearly recoiled off the roof in surprise at what he was seeing.

Her ascension had occurred, of that he had no doubt.

With her reviving naked, he got a good clear look at all of her changes. Starting from the bottom and working his way up, she remained very much unchanged from the legs down, save for how ghostly pale her skin was, and the visible darkness of her veins, wherever the skin was thin. Her proportions remained the same, she hadn't grown at all. At her stomach, was where the first noticeable change had occurred. Twin folds of flesh bisected her stomach, giving the appearance of thin lips. He knew what they held within them, a large, monstrous mouth where her gut once was, a mutation she'd carried in the dreamworld. She wasn't pregnant, so the mouth was drawn thin, and currently wasn't opening. Yet he could barely see the lips able to part, so he knew it was there. Up her body, she remained much the same, again her proportions were unchanged, so nothing apparently new about her there.

At her jawline, he noticed more changes. From the middle of her lower lip, to her chin, he could see a thin line where the skin separated. Similar lines ran from the corners of her mouth up towards her ears. If he had to guess, much like in her mutated form, she could split her lower jaw open, like a form of mandibles, and open it much wider, due to the lines on her cheeks. He didn't know for certain but he guessed as much.

Her eyes were the same murky white that they'd been since he opened her mark, though her ears had changed. Each one now ended in a distinctive point, like your typical fantasy elves. From her hair he could still see the vines, and rows of flowers, half colorful and imbued with the T-virus, the other, fleshy eyeballs that carried the G.

From the sides of her head, two antler-like horns emerged splintering into several throngs. Her antlers were decorated with rusted bells held there by a blackened string. Despite being rusted, the bells would chime with every movement of her head.

Much like with Olivia, and with Fleur, she'd been given a gift, a polished copper tiara stretched across her forehead, and at it's front the bands of the tiara came together to frame an oval shaped emerald jewel, that glistened with an unnatural glow.

In all honesty, she was breathtaking. Still as beautiful as she'd always been, and that wasn't just something he'd say to make her feel better. He truly believed that she still looked great. Though in all fairness, he himself was very much odd, so perhaps his tastes were skewed. Still, he thought she was pretty. He very much liked the pointed ears as well, it seemed to elevate her beauty a bit more.

A smile split her face and she quickly threw herself at him, which accidentally knocked them both off the roof.

They fell off the two story roof and landed in an alleyway. Harry groaned in annoyance while Tracey quickly recovered and crawled over to him.

"Sorry, I thought you'd catch me." She said to him.

"I tried, wasn't expecting you to be so much heavier." Harry groaned, before sitting up. She gave him a look before glancing down at her body.

"You don't look any bigger, but you've definitely put on some mass." Harry noted, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck before rising to his feet.

He offered her his hands, which she took, and he got to feel that she was indeed much heavier as he helped her up. He actually felt a strain on his muscles.

"Yeah, you probably weight closer to three or four hundred pounds now, if I had to make a guess." He hummed with a thoughtful look.

"Huh… sorry, I didn't know that." Tracey offered as she shifted her weight back and forth, feeling her balance.

"It's fine. So I see you underwent some changes." He noted with a smirk, causing her to smile as well.

"That I did. After those bastards blew me up, I found myself in this incredible place. It was like a garden, and it stretched onward as far as I could see. I saw him there! I saw the grandfather! It was incredible Harry. I have no idea what I was expecting when it came to him, but I certainly wasn't expecting such kindness. He welcomed me, named me as one of his children. He said he was proud of me for spreading his gifts to so many other people, and asked me to keep doing so whenever the mood arose. He told me how I had a greater role in all of this, that I had a destiny. He said that I had made him proud and that I'd have what I've always wanted, all I needed was to be patient. It was incredible! I was absolutely enthralled. He told me I would be a mother to all sorts of wonderful children and that you would help me make them Harry!" Her excitement was palpable.

"I see. Well I'm happy we managed so easily. I guess in his case he just wanted to make sure you had the mindset to spread his gifts to the world." Harry hummed, more to himself than her.

"Seems that way. Seemed quite jovial and friendly for a god. Like I said, not quite what I expected. Still… it looks like I did it." Tracey responded to his comment.

"It most certainly does." Harry agreed.

"So… how do I look?" She asked, giving him a little twirl, which gained a chuckle from Harry as he wondered if she realized she'd done so while being completely naked. He himself, had already covered himself in the Dementor's cloak, not that it would matter if they were seen.

"Lovely, as always." Harry said to her, earning a beaming smile.

"Charmer. Come on, I don't think there's many people left uninfected, lets see if we can find them." Tracey offered her arm to him. He took it, the two heading out of the alley, stopping only briefly by a store for Harry to loot a colorful sundress from a manikin for Tracey to wear.

The two spent the remainder of the day hunting for more survivors, which were few and far between. Tracey's interaction with the infected spoke volumes in regards to her newfound psychosis. She spoke to them in a friendly, playful manner, addressing them as one would a regular person. In her eyes, she didn't see the rotting corpses, or heavily injured zombies. In her eyes they were beautiful. They looked pristine, lovely, harmonious. When she met their gaze, they would smile at her. The gifts bestowed upon her sight, made them appear as such, and she spoke to them in a casual friendly manner, like you would your neighbors or the residents of your community as you strolled through town.

Come nightfall the city itself was practically dead, save for less than a handful of people spread far and wide.

Harry and Tracey stared out over the town, when a sound caught their ears. Both lifted their heads and spotted something streaking through the sky.

"What is that?" Tracey asked curiously.

"Seems they've decided to sterilize the situation." Harry responded, taking Tracey by the arm and flying the two of them away from the city. A few seconds later, they landed on a forested hilltop. Just as they arrived, the missile seen in the sky, struck the center of the city.

A massive explosion colored the world, and in the blink of an eye, Raccoon City disappeared in a sea of fire.

"No…" Tracey whined when she realized what was happening. She visibly deflated as she watched the explosion burn away all of her creations, and all of her children.

Tears fell from her eyes as Harry wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his side.

He sensed her sadness, and the growing feeling of loss as she took in the destruction.

The true measure of her newfound psychosis revealed itself with what she said next.

"All of those people… they killed them, just like that…" Tracey spoke with sadness.

"Yes. Their attempts at containment have reached their final conclusion. I'm not surprised." Harry let out a sigh.

"Do you think any survived?" Tracey asked hopefully.

"I doubt it. I'm sorry. I know how much you cared for them. We're still here though. There are still people in the world ready to receive your gifts." Harry said to her to try and cheer her up.

She gave him a soft smile at his words, and cuddled into him.

"Yes. So many people just waiting in despair. Let's go and find them." Tracey said to him. He nodded, and in a blink, brought them to Surrey England, where they could begin the next step of their lives together.

In the following months, the two would begin a slow campaign to spread Tracey's gifts to the peoples of the world.

While the various governments dealt with the ramifications of the Raccoon City incident, Harry and Tracey traveled to various countries to launch small-scale outbreaks.

Not long after the destruction of the city, and it's cover-up, limited information was released to the public implicating Umbrella in the disaster, leading to the company's slow collapse as it battled the claims in court.

Government task-forces, and agencies slowly began to emerge to combat the growing threat of outbreaks across the world.

Seeing how keen Umbrella had been to track down and capture Tracey, Harry recommended they limit the outbreaks they unleashed to just the T-Virus for now. Revealing both viruses in the same location would alert those hunting them, meanwhile just using the T-Virus could just be written off as rogue Umbrella employees releasing stolen B.O.W.s.

Their attacks were small scale. A village here, a community there. Mostly just for Harry to study the infected and work on refining and upgrading the viruses using his knowledge of genetics, and splicing. In the back of his mind he was still driven to find his answer for himself. The possibilities with the mutagenic powers of the G and T Viruses plus ADAM was limitless, he just had to find a way to harness it, to control it.

This all began in 1998, and by the year 2000, the two were responsible for nearly thirty small outbreaks across the world, each one being forcefully dealt with by the country's government.

During that time, Harry and Tracey discovered the breath of Tracey's abilities now as a Daemon of Nurgle.

First and foremost she gained control over the mouth on her stomach, which she could open and close at will. Inside the mouth was a large tongue covered in pustules, that carried concentrated forms of the two viruses she carried. It was learned that she could pop these pustules on the teeth in her stomach-mouth and breath out an aerosolized version of the viruses, carried on water droplets, allowing her to infect whole rooms with either form of virus.

The bells entwined in her antlers, gave off a dreadful magical effect that drained the vitality of those who heard them chiming. It was a slow effect, but spending prolonged periods of time around Tracey while the bells were ringing, made a person feel fatigued, and weak, more susceptible to infection.

The Tiara she wore, granted her a special power. When focusing on it's use, Tracey gained the ability to astral project, and essentially spirit walk. Her unseen spirit could travel within a limited radius around her body, and pass into the bodies of other living things. In doing so, she could infect them with her emotions. Namely, people had their emotional perceptions colored by Tracey's influence when she did this to them. They might start to view the infected as beautiful, and approach them without fear, leading to their infection as well. It didn't fully mind-control them, and those with stronger wills, showed less obvious signs of infection, but as far as both Tracey and Harry could tell, after she did this to a person, there was no cure for it. Her influence would remain for as long as they lived, slowly growing and draining a person's sanity until they came to see things as Tracey did.

Tracey also seemed to produce an aura that encouraged the replication of cells, and growth of life. In the places they lived, plants grew quickly, as did mold and fungus. Harry would observe cells under a microscope and note that mitosis was occurring at a faster rate. It wasn't a constant, but usually fluctuated between twenty to forty percent.

Two very interesting incidents occurred during those first two years. Without explanation, just seemingly at random, after having sex, Tracey fell pregnant. Within a matter of weeks, she carried a full belly, and though it came as a surprise to both of them, Tracey was absolutely enamored with her unborn children.

Harry quickly came to suspect that these weren't natural pregnancies, especially since Tracey was now a Daemon. The birth came suddenly, almost without warning, as a playful Nurgling was expelled from the mouth on her stomach.

The playful little creature was immediately sentient and aware, and much like within his dreams, would follow Tracey everywhere. It couldn't talk much, but could babble the occasional word. When not hanging off of Tracey, the child would be clamoring around Harry, taking great interest in his work.

A few studies of the Nurgling revealed it to be a potent carrier of the T-Virus, and it showed with several T-Virus affiliated mutations to it's body. One of it's stubby little arms, ended in long bone-like claws in place of a hand, and it had a long thin tongue like a licker.

To assuage any fears either of them had about losing their newborn child, Harry asked the Black Book if the children would come with them when they left. It revealed that they were part of Tracey, and would go where she went. It specifically referred to the children as her 'attendants'.

A few weeks later, the next pregnancy occurred, this child, was another Nurgling, though this one carried obvious signs of G-Virus infection, and both Harry and Tracey immediately put together what these children represented. They were physical manifestations of the Viruses that Tracey carried. The G-Virus Nurgling was covered in bloodshot eyes that ran all along it's plump body. The two siblings were ecstatic around one another, and would play endlessly with each other if they weren't with their mother or father.

Both of these Nurglings were tiny creatures, no more than a foot in height. Both possessed wide, toothy mouths, and pitch black eyes. They were squat and plump, though surprisingly agile, and nimble, able to climb up their parent's bodies quickly or role across rooms with great speed.

As living vectors to the diseases they carry, they were more than happy to join their mother and father in spreading their vile gifts to the world. Tracey adored her hellish spawn, and would happily play with them and mother them whenever she wasn't busy. Harry found them enjoyable, though they could be a bit annoying when they wanted attention. It really made him feel like a dad to have to stop his work to deal with the babbling little creature that was climbing onto his desk, or over the back of his chair to try and draw Harry's attention to them.

Still he cared for them, they made not have been real children, but they were real enough to Tracey and a part of him couldn't look past that they weren't made independently of him. They only manifested after he and Tracey had sex. He suspected they were made using the life force carried within the cells of his sperm, which is what was actually used to manifest these lesser Daemons. Still they came from Tracey and view the two of them as parents, so Harry naturally developed an affection for them, despite rationally knowing that they weren't really their children.

He suspected that once Tracey gained a new virus, a new Nurgling would eventually be born, meaning for each virus she contracted, she'd eventually fall pregnant and give birth to a new Nurgling that would act as a living vector of that specific virus. The Black Book also referred to them as Tracey's 'attendants' rather than her children, which was quite telling. Harry always kept that in mind, eventually rationalizing that the Nurglings were more like servants that just happened to manifest through Tracey's body in the form of pregnancy, than actual children. Still he enjoyed playing the family role with them, and Tracey most certainly viewed them as her children, so to make her happy, and to find his own form of happiness from the situation, he allowed himself to form such a bond with the creatures.

Though they couldn't say many words, they did know their parent's names, and would refer to them and mama Tracey and papa Harry.

They would often sing some offbeat tune, with barely recognizable words dwelling therein, yet Tracey adored the music, and sometimes found herself singing with them, only to later admit she had no idea what she was saying, or where the words came from.

The first child they named Tyris, and the second they named Golgus, both named after the viruses they carried. These names quickly joined the handful of words the little creatures could say, often referring to themselves in the third person.

Harry was able to devise a few plasmids in that time that he gifted to Tracey, the powers of which were then transferred to her children. The powers in question, firstly became the Houdini Plasmid, similar to what Fleur possessed. Short range teleportation that turned her into a cloud of particles, the caveat was that with Tracey, these particles carried her diseases and could unleash them onto unsuspecting individuals as she passed around or by them. This helped her to deliver her dangerous payload without alerting the enemy to her presence or putting herself in danger. Of course, she was then able to transfer this power to her children, allowing them to teleport as well, turning into small clouds of particles for fast and stealthy movement.

She took to her children with devotion, and in her words, the only way her life could get any better was if she had Daphne there with her, that was the only other thing she wanted.

It didn't take long for Luna to learn to converse with the two little demons, who came to view her as their auntie Luna. Luna would often keep the siblings distracted when Tracey and Harry wanted to have some private time.

Tracey took to her new life with gusto. She grew very knowledgeable about diseases and worked and learned alongside Harry as he studied the two diseases she carried and how they interacted with other living things. She encouraged him, and offered him support and he in turn, reciprocated.

To Harry, Tracey was much how he viewed her in his dreams, she was a mother, a wife, someone soft, and playful. She was innocent and kind. Her rage was hard to spark, and it rarely lasted long. Even the people they were hurting, to Tracey, she was giving them gifts, freeing them from the monotony and despair of their day to day lives. She felt like she was helping them, and it reflected in her spirit, in how she remained kind, and jovial even as she spread these deadly diseases.

More time passed. As more and more serious outbreaks occurred. In that time, Harry continued his studies of virology, while also teaching Tracey more about magic, as well as aiding her in learning about Epidemiology which became her primary field of study when not enjoying life, spreading her gifts, or being a mom.

In 2004 the Terragrigia event occurred. A floating oceanic city named Terragrigia was attacked by a group of terrorists triggering a several week long outbreak that drew the attention of the entire world. For years the governments of the world, along with the UN worked to conceal the growing threat of these outbreaks, but Terragrigia was the straw that broke the camels back. A new version the T-Virus was unleashed, and ultimately the city was destroyed by a satellite based weapon that melted it's support structures, causing the floating city to sink into the ocean.

This attack had been carried out without Harry or Tracey's involvement but they observed it from a distance, studying the attack and admiring the devastation.

After the event, the UN's bioterrorism security force, the BSAA was given a massive boost in funding, as the world came to recognize the threat of these outbreaks.

It was in 2005 when Harry and Tracey were finally located, though not by who they were expecting.

Harry stood in a shack, overlooking a small village in eastern Europe. The village itself was falling to pieces as T-Virus infected creatures swarmed throughout it, killing and turning everything in their path.

He heard the footsteps of someones approach and turned to face them as a man, in a long dark coat, wearing black sunglasses entered into the room.

Harry eyed the man curiously, taking note that he looked nothing like one of those BSAA operatives that were now the primary force hunting for the mysterious cause of these localized outbreaks.

"Harrison Potter Black… if I'm not mistaken." The man spoke.

"Hello. Who might you be?" Harry inquired.

"Wesker. Albert Wesker. I've been looking for you for some time. Tell me… is she here?" Wesker asked him.

"Looking for the Matriarch are we? Well, she's around… why don't you tell me why you're looking for her, and maybe I'll tell you where she is." Harry said to the man.

"I've come to recruit you for a project I'm working on. I've been studying your attacks these last few years, and I've discerned a pattern to your movements. These attacks are quiet, not meant to stir up much attention. You're studying the affects of the viruses, working to refine them. As it stands your T-Virus strain is the only one without any known vaccine, and a one hundred percent fatality rating." Wesker said to him.

"A project? What kind of project?" Harry asked, as he observed the man, taking in the intensity, and focus of this individual. Wesker, he'd heard that name before. Mentioned by Tracey as a partner and work relation of William Birkin. He was a scientist, and researcher, while also being a skilled soldier, who'd worked and led Raccoon City's elite police force, S.T.A.R.S.

"I seek the perfection of the human race. Our evolution. I believe these viruses are the keys to getting us there, and that the Matriarch can accelerate my plans by several decades. Agree to work with me, and I offer you an opportunity to join in this great work, or if you wish, I will allow you to work on whatever it is you desire. I have the backing to ensure you access to whatever you wish." Wesker offered him.

Harry was thoughtful for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders.

"Fine by me. I only have a few stipulations, those being the same ones I gave to Umbrella when we first started our work with them. I go where my wife goes, if you try to separate us, it wont end well for you. If you do anything to annoy me, or hurt her or my family, it really wont end well for you. And if at any point, we decide to end this relationship, we'll simply leave, and any attempts to pursue us or stop us, will be met with dire consequences." Harry responded, as he held up his Behir hand and gave it a lazy look, as blue lightning crackled between his fingertips.

"Your proposal is acceptable." Wesker responded with a smirk.

Harry nodded and glanced sideways towards a door. The sound of singing caught both of their ears, carried in from the darkness of the other room. It grew closer and closer before Tracey emerged, Tyris and Golgus circled her, chanting a merry little tune, which she hummed along with. Wesker himself blinked at her arrival as he felt an aura of dread and despair wash over the room upon her entrance.

"We have a visitor." Harry addressed her, motioning towards Wesker.

Tracey turned to look at him, her murky gaze causing a cold chill to wash over the calm and cool-headed man.

In a frightening movement, Tracey broke apart into a cloud of particles which rushed across the room, only to reform before Wesker. He remained unmoved, merely tilting his head inquisitively as she looked up into his shades covered eyes.

Beneath them, she could see a dim orange glow, and she could see that the pupils were oval shaped, like a lizard's eyes.

"You carry something quite special in you. Albert Wesker." Tracey said to him, with a curious hum, recognizing the man from William Birkin's memories.

"Tracey Davis. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." Wesker responded.

"Black." Tracey chirped before turning and skipping playfully over to Harry, where her two children continued their song while circling their father.

Wesker again tilted his head curiously, wondering what she meant by that. Turning back, she offered him a smile. "Tracey Davis Black." She corrected.

"Why is he here?" Tracey inquired as she scooped Golgus into her arms, earning gibbering laughter from the round little daemon.

"He's asked us to work for him." Harry answered.

"Oh? What did you say?" Tracey asked, glancing sideways at him.

"That we would, so long as he agreed to play nice." Harry responded.

"Wesker rarely plays nice. He is a genius though." Tracey noted.

"Then maybe we'll make something together. Something exciting." Harry offered with a shrug.

"Oh, I'm quite certain you will. In fact… I know you will." She gave Harry a knowing look.

He smirked at her, and nodded in agreement. The two quickly gathered their things, and joined with Wesker on a brief trip to a helicopter nearby. It was on the flight there that Wesker inquired as to the nature of the creatures traveling with them.

"Tyris and Golgus. Living vectors of the T and G viruses. They are perfect vectors carrying undiluted pure strains of both viruses within them. They are our children. Don't let their playful demeanor fool you, they are quite intelligent, and very dangerous." Harry answered him, earning a thoughtful look from the man, while Tracey held the two little daemons as they looked out the window watching the world drift by.

Eventually they arrived at an airfield and were taken by plane to a laboratory in Africa where their work would begin.

The duo found themselves in the employ of the Tricell corporation, another large pharmaceutical company, that interestingly enough had a strong connection to the Global Pharmaceutical Consortium which funded the BSAA, who were the ones primarily responsible for stopping Bio-terrorism outbreaks.

Samples were extracted from Tracey, as well as her two children. To say that the researchers as well as Wesker were surprised would be an understatement. The samples taken from the Nurglings revealing nothing but pure viral matter. There were no signs of standard cells of any kind. It was like the little blobs were made entirely of the virus they were aligned to. It was exactly as Harry had said, they were pure viral vectors.

Tracey's samples were the strangest of all. Nothing about her cells was human anymore. The way they acted and interacted with each other was confusing and concerning. Her cells acted a lot like the viruses they carried, moving to infect new cells. Upon closer examination it was also revealed that they could cause nearby uninfected cells to begin to become infected, even without touching them. That was treated with a great deal of curiosity, and worry.

Despite the danger, the need to understand and develop new and exciting weapons drove them to press on and take risks. It was quickly decided to test a new strain of parasite organism on her, to see what would happen. Tracey was more than happy to partake in these new 'gifts' allowing them to implant a 'Plaga' into her body.

These Plagas were a species of parasites that had their origins somewhere in Africa, though the strain that they were using in testing came from Spain, where a recent outbreak had occurred. These parasites had the ability to hijack and control the bodies of those they infected. They also operated under a hive mind authority, where dominant species of plaga, controlled submissive species. The egg of a dominant strain was what was placed inside of Tracey to see what would happen.

These Plaga were capable of causing mutations in their hosts and had a heightened resilience to damage, though they had an intense aversion to sunlight and bright lights could kill them. The process was relatively quick, the plaga hatched and attempted to link itself to Tracey but it quickly began undergoing mutations.

As a daemon, her body was only physical to a degree. She had cells, she had organs, she had blood, her body worked a specific way because it just did, but it didn't have to. Her body was basically an avatar, a vessel for her spirit. It's form was a physical representation of her power as a warp entity. Placing this plaga into her body, was the equivalent of shoving any other living thing, into concentrated warp energy.

In this particular case, that was Nurgelite warp energy, so the plaga was immediately attacked by the enhanced T and G viruses and infected with them. It mutated within her, but it was not killed. The parasite was more or less absorbed by her body, allowing her to gain access to all of the abilities of a dominant plaga strain, without any of the drawbacks. Her body also began producing partially grown plaga, that were quickly classified as type two plaga, because they emerged from Tracey partially grown, and could be easily implanted into a host causing almost immediate infection.

At any given time, Tracey would have any number of young plaga living in her body, and at any point she could bond these plaga to her, causing them to mature rapidly. In a mature form, these plaga could erupt into a small mass of tentacles, with one very large, long tentacle with a scythe-like blade at the end. This could happen almost anywhere on Tracey's body, so long as she had one of the parasites bonded to the location. At one point in testing, eight Hunter-type B.O.W.s were sent after her, and she killed them all at about the same time by having half a dozen such plaga transform and erupt from different parts of her body, their long tentacles slashing out with the hardened bone blade, dicing through the attacking mutants with remarkable strength.

Tracey's ability to bond with infectious agents was truly incredible, despite not being a virus, it was obvious that the plaga were gifts of Nurgle, at least to Tracey it was, so her body took to them quite handily.

More time passed, as the researchers, which included Wesker, struggled to understand Tracey's unique nature and that of her children.

Tests were run on Harry as well, with any attempts to bond him to plaga ending in failure as his body viciously attacked the parasite killing it, or forcing it to erupt from his flesh in order to flee the hostile environment.

The two truly were scientific marvels. While the Tricell scientists studied them, Harry pondered a direction to take his research. Aside from working to enhance the T and G Viruses, he'd long been merely studying. Yet Tracey's words to him during their trip here still rung in his ears. She believed he was meant to make something great, so the question became what was that? He suspected it had something to do with the questions that had hung in the back of his mind for many years.

He pondered on possibilities, even spoke with Tracey about it, trying to see if she had any insight that could help him. Ultimately she wasn't helpful, so he just continued his work.

Several months passed and it was now late into 2006. Wesker had been working on a secret project for the duration of this time that he kept entirely to himself, though Harry gathered from the man's memories that he was after Oswald E Spencer, the founder of Umbrella. He vanished suddenly for several days, and when Wesker returned it was with a captured BSAA agent, Jill Valentine, as well as a new direction, a new purpose.

Though he kept it largely to himself, he began directing Tricell's assets in pursuit of a new goal. The leader of Tricell's operation in Africa was Excella Gionne a woman who quickly shared in Wesker's new ideology. The two intended to reshape mankind, and ascend it to a new form of life.

Thus began the Uroboros project.

The captured agent, Valentine was a survivor from Raccoon City, and also a former subordinate to Wesker, so he kept her alive but in a medical coma with the intent of getting his revenge at the proper time. It was soon learned though that she would be remarkably useful in their work, as it was discovered that at one point she'd been infected with the T-Virus and then cured before it could fully take hold, leaving her with a potent source of antibodies.

Using these antibodies Wesker was able to cultivate a potent strain of the new Uroboros virus.

The virus itself was based off the Progenitor Virus, making it a cousin to the T-Virus, as well as the G-Virus. Infection with Uroboros would lead to a person's body slowly converting into black sentient biomass. This biomass usually took the form of snake-like or worm-like black tendrils that rolled over themselves, twisting and folding and coiling as it moved. Any uninfected biomass that the mass encountered was then infected, turned into more biomass, and added to the whole, creating a very dangerous entity.

Uroboros infected had only one weakness, which was a glowing, yellow organ that seemed to be the center of their sensory system as well as their brain. They could see and hear from this organ, and it's also where the mass connected entirely to.

Harry and Tracey assisted in the development of this weapon, though Harry's attention was slowly being drawn away as an idea began forming in his mind. During one of his studies of the Uroboros organism a thought struck him. His mind turned back to past thoughts on his own evolution, and how he had changed and grown over time. He began wondering if it was possible to create a viral agent that could be used to enhance his already heightened powers. Then of course, it was Tracey who wondered if he was always intended to become such a creature or not.

The question had been asked innocently enough but it sparked something in Harry. Becoming such a creature, taking the gifts he'd been given to a brand new height, taking Slaanesh's gift and evolving off of the idea of it to become something far more.

He felt a drive spark in him, his own desires becoming fueled by such a possibility. The idea of being able to control his mutations, to change and alter himself in such a way. It fueled him. The idea of it, it meant he'd be free. Fully free. Free from what McTash did to him, free from the scars of the past. He could turn what she did, into his greatest source of strength, harnessing the power of mutations and evolution to become something more, something incredible. His passion for this possibility consumed his work, and he began working on his own side-project. As per his agreement with Wesker he was given whatever he wanted or needed to pursue his own work, all that was required was Tracey's assistance to Wesker. Seeing her husband's drive, and this explosion of passion in him, she was more than happy to pay the price for it, and remain working with Tricell while Harry began working on his new project.

Eventually the day would come when Tracey had Uroboros tested on herself. To everyone's surprise, as well as no one's, she took to it with impeccable ease. The virus attempted to consume the warp-born matter of her body, but was quickly mutated and subjugated by her demonic essence. The insides of her body transformed into black bio-matter, though she retained her shape and form. To an observer she appeared unchanged, save for her eyes which had the sclera turn jet black.

The vines in her hair, had also turned completely black, though they still held the flowers that transmitted the T and G Viruses. Now made of the black bio-matter, she gained control over the vines in her hair, and could stretch and elongate them at will like creeping tendrils of pure poison, allowing her to spread any one of the three viruses, T, G, or the Uroboros to any victim that came into contact with the vines.

The plaga within her, were also consumed by the Uroboros virus though their form and abilities remained largely unchanged, and as a dominant host of plaga, she could still exert control over submissive plaga strains.

Further testing with Uroboros was done through Tracey as she had control over the organisms made through her. Meaning there was less danger in creating Uroboros-based lifeforms as Tracey could keep them passive and docile, allowing the scientists to study and work on them.

Almost two years had passed, as the plans of Wesker and Excella were nearing completion. Jill Valentine had been awoken from her coma but was now in the service of Wesker. Using a special type of drug that was constantly administered to her, Valentine was kept basically enslaved and under complete control. Wesker used her as his personal agent to handle business without needing to get directly involved.

Their actions in Africa had not gone unnoticed by the world. The new plaga variants had been tested on the locals and then sold to rebels for their own use. This led the BSAA to start investigating.

Their arrival was fortuitous, but on the verge of being to late as it was only a matter of days before Wesker would initiate his plan to unleash Uroboros upon the world. The virus had a heightened lethality and was nearly completely fatal, but he believed it would serve as the perfect vector for his eugenics plan to force an evolution of humanity. Harry considered him to be insane, but he didn't overly care if the plan was successful or not. Tracey hoped it would be, as she naturally saw the virus as a gift to mankind from the Grandfather, but ultimately was more interested in Harry's work which seemed to be progressing quickly.

Using ADAM, the Uroboros virus, Enhanced T and G Viruses from Tracey, Progenitor Virus samples taken from pre-Uroboros samples, as well as the T-Veronica Virus, Harry worked to synthesize his magnum opus. Under the code-name 'Apotheosis' Harry worked to devise a viral agent that could infect him with a form of the Progenitor Virus that would then enhance all of his mutations to superhuman levels. The Progenitor Virus was one of the things that gave Wesker his own superhuman abilities, allowing him to dodge bullets and enhancing his intellect. Harry intended to create a means of infection with the virus that could infect him, enhancing him along with all of his mutations as well.

Using ADAM to splice genes together, and create the necessary environments to force evolution in these viruses Harry worked tirelessly towards his goal. He could feel Tracey's growing excitement over their bond as his work progressed further and further and further.

He knew he was on to something, getting closer to his goal. He eventually began working with samples of the pure Progenitor Virus as well to try and find the missing pieces that he needed, these samples taken before any modifications were done to them.

Eventually he began testing on his own chimeric DNA, allowing the virus to run rampant within samples of his body that he'd extracted. He worked diligently, often without sleep as he tirelessly pursue this goal, almost to the point of obsession.

The only two interesting events that occurred outside of Harry's work was the birth of another Nurgling from Tracey, this one was named Orotus. He was all black, with glowing yellow eyes. Basically a sentient mass of Uroboros matter. He quickly joined with his older siblings in playfully pestering their mother at all hours of the day, not that it bothered Tracey, she adored them, and couldn't wait to return home and have them meet their auntie Daphne and auntie Luna in person.

The BSAA's investigation into the events in Africa led them to sending several strike teams to the infected areas.

Events carried on as such that led to two BSAA agents learning about Uroboros and successfully stopping Wesker from deploying it. They also freed Jill Valentine from his control. Tricell's actions were completely uncovered upon discovery of their labs, and it was during the investigation of these labs and the arrest of many Tricell employees that a black ops strike team of UN security officials made contact with Harry and Tracey.

It was actually quite humorous of a scene as Harry stood between the twelve man team of armed commandos and his family. They had their guns trained on them but hadn't attacked yet. Instead the leader of the team withdrew a satellite phone and made a call. He then offered the phone to Harry.

Harry took it, and was met with a voice on the other end.

"Hello Mr. Potter-Black. I wish to discuss a business arrangement with you." Came a mysterious voice from the other end of the line.

Harry simply smiled. There was simply no limit to the number of people who wanted to exploit them for their own gains. Humans truly were as insidious as he'd long thought them to be.

The man speaking to him was Derek D Simmons, an advisor to the President of the United States, and a high ranking member of a secret American organization known as 'The Family.'

They were interested in gaining control over the Matriarch for their own bio-weapons research, and so long as Harry got the resources he needed to continue his own work, and they treated Tracey and his children according to his rules, the couple was more than happy to enter the employ of a third group of people.

So they were moved to a new lab in the United States, and introduced to a new team. This group had access to a lot of Tricell's work so they knew quite a bit more about them, which helped avoid repeats of the same questions again.

They joined in the C-Virus project, which was what the Family had been working on since the early 2000s. The lead researcher was doctor Carla Radames, a child prodigy who was scouted for and placed in this position basically right out of school. Despite her prodigal nature and drive, it quickly became obvious to Harry and Tracey that the only thing Carla was interested in was gaining Derek Simmons approval.

She was infatuated with him and worked diligently to get results to earn his praise not that the man seemed to care. This almost brought her and Tracey to blows at one point at Carla's insistence of getting samples from one of their children, while they were busy playing. Tracey told her to wait until they were done, but Carla was insistent, and would have met her end had Harry not collected the sample himself and given it to Carla with a swift command to fuck off before they hurt her.

Harry didn't overly care for the woman he was only interested in the resources he was being provided as well as access to the C-Virus which looked to be the final piece of the puzzle he needed to create 'Apotheosis'.

The C-Virus was made by splicing the genes of the G-Virus and T-Veronica Viruses to create different variants of mutants. The C-Virus could reanimate the dead, and in low doses could create zombie-like creatures. In high doses it turned a victim into a highly intelligent but subservient mutant. These mutants were human in appearance save for the growth of multiple additional eyes on their heads, and were much stronger than normal humans. They also healed quickly from injuries, though much like with the G-Virus, severe injuries could lead to mutations.

The thing about the C-Virus was that these mutations could be controlled. By splicing certain types of DNA with the virus it could allow for specific mutations to occur when they did happen. In fact, the C-Virus was so good at being spliced with foreign DNA that it was being used in a certain project known as project 'Ada' which was what Simmons seemed to be truly after. Project Ada involved using the DNA of a woman named Ada Wong, of whom Simmons seemed to be infatuated with, to mix with the C-Virus and cause a person to mutate into a perfect copy of her.

Many tests were run, until eventually, Carla herself was used as a test subject. It proved successful with her, and she was quickly taken by Simmons to be conditioned to act and talk like this Ada Wong woman. By the time she returned, she believed herself to be Ada Wong.

On the outside, she had become Simmons little pet, though on the inside she began to resent him for what he'd done to her, not that she could really rationalize it, since she was basically brainwashed at this point.

Neither Harry nor Tracey overly cared for her fate. Again their greatest interest was in fulfilling Harry's creation of Apotheosis.

The final piece of the puzzle fell into their laps after Tracey was infected with the C-Virus. This gave her a notable ability to shape-shift, though it was a much slower process than Fleur's. By taking in someone's DNA Tracey could enter into a cocoon, and emerge looking like that person, just like what was done to Carla though Tracey could do it at will.

Things began to spiral out of control for the Family as Carla subconsciously broke from the group and began working against Simmons, turning members of the Family against them and forming her own terrorist group called 'Neo-Umbrella.'

This all occurred under Simmons' nose as he was too blinded by his affection towards Carla to notice it at first.

On orders from the Family an attack with the C-Virus was carried out at the city of Tall Oaks in order to assassinate the president to keep him from revealing America's role in the creation of Bio-Weapons from back during Umbrella's time.

While that attack was being carried out, Harry and Tracey were working to place the finishing touches on 'Apotheosis.'

As had occurred with the other viruses she'd been infected with, Tracey's warp-empowered body enhanced the C-Virus, giving it the ability to mutate cells without causing cellular degradation. This was exactly what Harry had needed to complete his work on Apotheosis and after nearly six years of working on it, he was finally ready.

Tracey and the children were overjoyed at the culmination of his work, Tracey herself was deeply certain that what he was about to receive was a gift meant for him, and him alone.

And he most certainly intended it that way. He worked diligently to ensure that the target for the virus was his own DNA, ensuring that only he could be infected by it. Since this creation was meant to empower him, he didn't want to risk others gaining access to it, so he ensured that it would only infect him.

In order to pull off this infection though, first Harry had to basically drain himself of blood. Since it was the unicorn blood that made him immune to non-magical diseases and toxins.

He hooked himself up to a machine designed to measure how much blood was left in his body, and drain it to a point before injecting him with the Apotheosis virus. If everything worked as intended, the virus would integrate with his DNA and augment all of it's physical processes to their ultimate level. He hoped that it would unlock the full breath of abilities within his mutations. After six years, and hundreds of tests, he was ready.

Tracey gifted him a kiss, and told him she'd see him on the other side as she finished strapping him down to a table and inserting all of the tubes and wires for the procedure.

Harry was confident, even as he felt a chill wash over him as his blood was pumped out of his body. He felt tingling across his arms and legs, and then into his chest. It took several minutes, but he heard the beep of the machine and saw the black liquid of the Apotheosis virus flow through a tube and into his extremities.

In an instant, he felt it. Using Uroboros as a vector, his cells were consumed by the virus, ripped and torn and overpowered as it tore through him, transforming his body into a mass of blackened flesh.

There was hardly any pain to it, as his nerves were destroyed and consumed. Within minutes, it was over, and where Harry lay, was now a pile of undulating matter.

Tracey and their children observed from the corner of the room, watching intently as the virus consumed him.

Minutes passed as the blackened mass sat motionless. It wasn't reacting like the Uroboros Virus. It held in place, quietly undulating.

A bright light suddenly began to boil out of the black matter as it ceased it's undulating and began burning away into ash.

From the flame Harry emerged, his appearance largely unchanged. Though she noticed immediately that something was indeed different. His emerald eye not had a cat-like pupil to it.

"Did it work?" She asked him.

He held up his hands, blinking at them as he did. He flexed his knuckles, an audible crack filling the air.

A smile began to spread across his face, as he cracked his neck.

She helped him to his feet, as he continued to flex his body parts.

"Everything feels so strange." Harry said to her.

"How so?" Tracey asked him.

"Like breathing. I can feel the air more clearly. My sight seems keener almost. Smells are more distinct." Harry expressed thoughtfully as he took a few steps while his family watched on.

"I definitely need to study this." Harry expressed, as he quickly moved over to his lab equipment to begin drawing samples for study.

Tracey watched on with a proud smile. Though he wasn't dead anymore, in her sight, he seemed so much more beautiful. His body had been overtaken by one of the gifts of the Grandfather and that made her already handsome husband even more beautiful.

She joined him as the two began examining samples of his body.

They learned many things in the comings hours and days.

Thanks to Apotheosis, Harry felt more in tune and connected to his body. His already enhanced speed and strength was raised even further to levels that almost defied human rationale. His movements could become so quick he appeared almost like a blur, he hit hard enough to easily crumple steel. All physical aspects of his body seemed to be enhanced. Apotheosis was designed to enhance his body, amplifying the effects of his mutations, while also enhancing his human parts as well. It did all of that and more. X-rays and MRIs of his body revealed the how far the amplification had went. Gone was the mindflayer parasite, instead, his brain sported a host of unknown mutations. Harry was left to conclude that due to the nature of the Progenitor Virus's ability to reanimate the dead, that the Mindflayer parasite was revived and allowed to, at least partially, transform his brain, which had the affect of amplifying his psionic abilities, allowing him to read minds with greater ease, detect emotion without a thought, and project his thoughts and feelings with very little effort. Mental powers came to him with relative ease now, though as a side-affect, he did develop a taste for brains, that went alongside a desire for blood, and meat. The strength of his Beholder eye had increased to the point where Tracey now felt discomfort if he looked at her with it. It's ability to dissipate magic had risen to the level where even warp energy was mildly impacted by it. The same was true for his Basilisk eye. It's strength had also risen to the point where if he met Tracey's gaze she was frozen in place. Due to her being a deaemon she couldn't die of the shock that normally killed you from meeting a Basilisk's gaze, but she also wasn't petrified like one would be if they caught it's gaze in a reflection. Instead she just became unable to move, so long as he held her gaze.

All aspects of his body seemed to be enhanced. He could generate lightning easier through his Behir arm, and cold easier through his Dementor arm. His psionic abilities allowed him to actually recognize where the illusionary image projected by his Displacer Beast skin was actually located, and he could actually adjust it's position a bit.

He felt greater than he ever had, and Tracey couldn't quite get enough of him. He still carried Apotheosis within his body, his hope was that when he died again and acquired a new mutation, it would be further enhanced just as the rest of his body had been.

It truly was a surreal experience, one that blew Harry's mind the more he tested and learned. He felt incredible though. He felt unbelievable. Things occurred instantly for Harry now his reflexes were much faster, his reaction time much higher, hell even his intellect seemed to be increased. His problem solving abilities amplified to new levels.

In the days that followed, Harry worked to master his newfound powers and abilities, every day he learned something new, and unique that he could accomplish. Apotheosis had changed him, and it was change built upon his own work. He'd spent years developing this viral agent, years slowly building towards his ultimate creation and designing it for his own ascension. He still carried the virus within him, so now he wondered just how it would be enhanced when he died again.

The attack on Tall Oaks was just the start as Neo-Umbrella prepared for the Global firestorm they were about to bring down.

Not that Harry overly cared anymore. His interest in their actions faded down to only a spectator sport as Tracey and the Nurglings were the ones truly invested in such a success, though even from Tracey's point of view, this was dragging on. As much as she loved all of the new gifts this world produced, the constant ebb and flow of outbreaks was growing tedious. So she and Harry made a plan of their own to tip the scale.

Neo-Umbrella's next attack would take place in China, starting first with an outbreak of C-Virus mutants, but eventually, once they'd drawn the BSAA in, as well as the Family, they'd launch their true attack, detonating C-Virus missiles over the city they were attacking, flooding the city with gas and unleashing the virus upon the populace and it's defenders.

As had happened every time before, the attack began, carried on, and was ultimately thwarted by some goddamn heroes, who put a stop to things in the nick of time.

Harry and Tracey were ready for this.

The two stood in the center of the city, Tracey had her focus primed and was forming a cloud of the C-Virus within her stomach. As she focused her powers, Harry drew forth the Bell. One of the gifts he had received from Nurgle that he never really had an opportunity to use.

This bell could sunder reality, splitting open the veil between the physical and immaterial universes. He held it aloft, and shared a look with Tracey. She smiled at him, and nodded.

"Let's get this party started." Harry thought to himself as he chimed the bell. The sound of it, passed through him like a physical force. It chimed once, than twice, than a third time as the accumulated power within it, was finally unleashed. The bell gathered power from the deaths of people around it, meaning it had swallowed in the bits of energy from everyone that had died around Harry in his last three journeys.

This was a vast amount of accumulated power.

He felt it, before he saw it. The sky turned red, a sea of groaning wails touched at his ears, as all of the nearby city was touched by the Immaterium.

Tracey felt the power of the other world flood into her. Being submerged in the energies of the warp made her far more powerful, and she used that accumulated power to enhance the cloud of disease growing inside of her. It grew and grew and grew, as she felt her body begin to bloat and expand.

Harry watched as she grew larger, swelling like a great swollen balloon. Their children clattered and howled in triumphant expectation as people nearby began to notice what was happening their eyes turning towards the expanded woman.

Screams spilled out and people began to run away, their instincts telling them to flee.

It wouldn't save them.

Tracey swelled up to over twenty feet in diameter, the defined features of her body swallowed up by the swollen mass.

Harry continued to watch, always willing to sate his morbid curiosity.

Thirty feet across now, and suddenly it happened.

With a prayer of praise to the Grandfather, the toothy mouth of her stomach pulled open, unleashing a navy blue cloud of viral toxins.

The cloud shot high into the air, like a great fountain. It passed the roofs of the surrounding skyscrapers, almost appearing to strike the clouds from the sheer pressure of it's release.

The fountain continued as Tracey shrank, slowly collapsing back down to her original size. As she shrunk down, the pressure of the gas's escape decreased, and it lowered further and further, until, like a final belching burp, the last of it was coughed up at ground level spilling out over the gawking people who hadn't bothered to flee.

The affects were instantaneous. They fell to the ground gasping and clawing at their throats as they were infected. The portions of the gas that made it high in the sky, slowly began to descend, with higher portions of the gout being carried away by the winds.

The cloud of virulent poison would follow the unnatural winds of the warp, and carry inland, aimed along a trajectory that would allow for the highest possible number of infections. This wind spurred on by the machinations of Grandfather Nurgle to bring this gift to as many as possible.

Harry pulled Tracey to her feet as the people around them succumbed to the disease, turning into zombies as they did. Tracey was enthralled by the sight of it, watching with a beaming smile.

He held her, even as she began to collapse, losing her strength, and falling into a deep slumber. It came suddenly, but it was a familiar sight. Their time here, had come to an end.

Harry felt all of the strength fade from him as well, but it felt different than before. Felt alien to him, because of how he'd evolved and changed.

"Three down, one to go." Harry thought to himself as he drifted into that other world, leaving this one behind to face the repercussions of their actions. With multiple cities now in the path of the C-Virus, and countless millions now infected or soon to be infected, the devastation they were set to cause would be unlike anything this world had experienced before, it was just a shame that neither would be there to see it.

-The Room of Requirement.-

Harry's body reformed from his ashes.

"That was interesting." Harry hummed, as he turned to Tracey.

She stood still for a second, her stomach swelling a bit, and undulating with movement, her shirt tore open, nearly ripping in two as her stomach expanded. It soon opened and out popped their three little Nurgling whom quickly returned to their mother, yammering incoherently as they tried to reorient themselves.

"Welcome back." Luna offered.

"Hey there." Harry greeted her, pulling her into a kiss as she approached him. He was still naked, though the only one really concerned about his nakedness or Tracey's near toplessness was Daphne, though most of their attention was on Tracey regardless, since she'd obvious ascended as well.

"Daph!" Tracey greeted her best friend with excitement, flying into her arms giving her a big bear hug.

"Tracey… I'm happy to see you to, but you kind of need to put a shirt on." Daphne whispered, causing Tracey to pull back and glance down at herself. She took note of how torn her shirt was, and remembered that she hadn't been wearing a bra. One of her breasts was clearly visibly and about the only thing keeping her shirt together in the front, was the collar. She nodded in acceptance and then carried on, like it didn't matter.

"Daph, I want you to meet my kids." Tracey said to her.

"Your what!" Daphne replied in shock, a shock that was mimicked by everyone else, sans Luna.

"Tracey had kids?" Olivia repeated in surprise, glancing at Harry who smiled and shrugged.

"Blessings from the Grandfather. They're more so lesser Daemons that are physical manifestations of the diseases that Tracey carries within her. Each one carries one of the diseases. We're three for four right now, though I expect we'll have another one day. I got some clarifications from the Black Book, but they're basically made through a combination of mine and Tracey's magic. In essence, magic taken from the life force of my sperm, it was consumed and sacrificed and then mixed with Tracey's magic to create them. They're our kids in a manner of speaking. We had no idea it would happen until it did, and then happened again not long after Tracey picked up a new virus." Harry explained to them all, the three jabbering Nurglings had already locked their sights on Luna and were bouncing over to her.

She knelt down and playfully greeted them.

"Daphne and Luna aren't in danger of getting sick, are they?" Olivia asked as Luna patted Golgus on the head.

"No, they shouldn't be. These creatures are born of pure magic. Though their powers are quite physical. With that being said, the Slave brands that bond you all to me, makes you part of me. You can't hurt me, physically or magically, unless I let you, meaning Tracey and our kids can't infect you, unless I let them. It's the same as if one of you tried to kill one of the others. Because of the Slave Brands, you are bound to me and all of you are a part of me. You can't hurt each other, just like you can't hurt me, and that's true in any form. Though that doesn't mean you can't carry their viruses on you, so be sure to clean up before going anywhere. I'd recommend using magic. These viruses are powerful. We'll have to find a way to keep Tracey from spreading them around until we want to utilize them." Harry answered. His explanation was the truth. Due to the slave brands they couldn't intentionally cause harm to one another, or more so once they were activated they could not. With all of their brands active, they couldn't cause each other physical or magical harm without Harry's permission which included Tracey afflicting any of them with disease. They could still carry those diseases though, which meant his and their time here in Hogwarts would likely be coming to an end very soon.

"Wow… so… how long was it?" Daphne asked.

"Fifteen years." Tracey answered.

"So you're nearly thirty now." Daphne noted to her friend.

"Yep. You're the last one Daph. One more trip." Tracey noted glancing over at Harry, who nodded in agreement.

"Let's take another hour or two to relax, and then we'll go." Harry responded.

The group was able to sit down and take some time to hear about their fifteen year journey.

While they told the story, Fleur was cuddled up next to Harry and kept giving him pouting looks. He read her easily, noticing how she was glancing between him, Tracey and the Nurglings.

He smirked at her the next time she glanced at him.

"I didn't know we were making them when we did, and one of the first things I asked the Black Book after we made them was if it was possible to bring them home with us." Harry said to her, communicating telepathically with.

She blinked, taking note of just how clearly his voice came through to her mind. It was certainly different, and she had to wonder if he'd died a lot allowing him to further bond with the Mind Flayer parasite to become stronger with his mental powers.

"It is alright my love. Still, it makes me wonder what our children will be like." Fleur responded, gifting him a lovely smile.

"I still can't believe it." Daphne hummed, Tracey, now dressed, was laying on her back, playfully bouncing Tyris up and down over her.

"What?" Tracey asked, glancing over at her.

"You, as a mom. It's so weird." Daphne replied.

"Well best get used to it, because you're auntie Daphne now. Thankfully you'll have a couple of years at least to mentally prepare yourself." Tracey responded with a grin.

Daphne nodded then noticed the smirk Tracey was still sending her way.

"What's with that look?" Daphne asked her.

Tracey giggled and crawled over to her, getting close to whisper in her ear.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud for too long Daph, he's an incredible lover, and the sex is amazing!" She whispered to her, causing Daphne to blush a crimson red.

She pulled back and gave her friend an excited nod. While they spoke, Harry continued telling them about what they did in there time away. When they got towards the end and Harry revealed his creation of the Apotheosis Virus, it was truly interesting to examine just how far he'd come, from having these mutations forced on him through mutilation and death to him now actively working to enhance himself and perfect his being. It truly was thought-provoking.

"Why'd you do it?" Daphne asked him.

"Why did I do it?" He repeated her question.

"Yeah, I'm curious as to the reason. I know a lot of time has passed for you, but I'm curious as to the why behind it?" She asked him.

"Why did I do it? I spent over six years developing Apotheosis. In my many long years I've learned the power of science, and genetics, the power that is locked away within DNA. I've worked to make things, and build things using science. When I learned about ADAM the doorway opened for me, to become what I wanted, to change myself in any way I could imagine. Apotheosis was the next step. It gave me more control. With ADAM, I'm no longer bound to chance and the luck of my enemies. I'm no longer doomed to take from them only what is best. No… now I can take anything from them. Their bodies, their minds, I can take it all, and use what I want. Apotheosis was my means of furthering my own evolution. It was meant to take the changes made through ADAM and my deaths, and enhance them to a level beyond what they'd normally be capable of. I don't want to be normal. Not anymore. I don't want to go back to being the boy that I was. As far as I'm concerned, Harry Potter is dead, and if things continue like they are, than I'll soon know and fully understand just who I am now." Harry explained to them his rationale, his reasoning to pursue this goal. Taking back control had always been on his mind, how to go about doing it, colored his thoughts. Apotheosis had granted him more control of himself, the ability to enhance himself without the influence of the Chaos Gods.

Through his own hard work, his own knowledge and skill, he was setting himself free, now he could be whatever and whoever he wanted, and there was nothing holding him back, well… almost nothing. He still had one more trip to take.

One last tripe, to finish this journey and allow them to move forward together, and face the challenges of this world, uninhabited by the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.

-To Be Continued-

Alright, just one more to go. Split into two chapters. Then we can continue with the story proper. Hope you enjoyed this one, along with the bit of body horror to go along with it.