Prologue
Prologue
The walls felt suffocating in a way that Harry was entirely unused too. His skin tight , at time gaining rashes around his shoulders, neck, forearms and face.Never lasting longer than a hour but becoming more and more frequent. Struggling to get a good nights rest. Not sleep He’s always felt awake at night. Particularly when it is storming for reasons unbeknown to himself. Still He turns and tosses in his scratchy bed attempting to find some form of relief both from the constant pain. And the constant itching coincidentally it only hurt more to move. But He was starting to get used to it he guessed. Or maybe just didn’t have enough energy left to care about it stockholme syndrome maybe Though unlikely He thought.
Suddenly a loud “BANG” was heard. Letting an internal sigh out,
Great not here for even a minute and he’s already in a foul mood wonder how long until he comes takes it out on me. Just as he has the past few nights now.
Hearing the stomps of the bastards feet climbing the stairs amidst grumbling and swearing All he could do was curl into himself and hope it didn’t last long. Harry wasn’t sure he would survive much longer. If he was being honest to himself only this time he made a very crucial mistake He was facing the door his “rashes” unbeknown to him were in fact not rashes but his true nature forcing themselves out working coincidentally with the very much so lethal poison currently tearing its way through years old blocks and barriers within his magical core,The door opens light flickers on And a very drunk and a very frothing mad Vernon hulks towards Harry
“Filthy freak Bad enough you have to come here each year!”
White all encompassing PAIN as he slams his fat foot onto his ribs. A sharp crunch noise re vertebrates through the walls of his room as a scream is let out.Pure unrelenting pain. Of the kind Harry isn’t sure he will survive ,It starts to rain outside as if the very gods could feel his pain ,his sadness and as storms lanced across the sky his rage!
“Got me fired from my job didn’t you! And now look at you. Fucking scales on your body Some special kind of freak you are!”
Amidst the slow but continuous blows to his body a strange sense of peace begins to come over him. Despite his breath becoming shallower and weaker. If this is what Death feels like then he would welcome it with open hands. Only for a voice seemingly from inside himself to deny it He/They wouldn’t die here to some filthy mundane human of all things! A roar rang through his head The origin of which seemed to have come from within himself. And then searing pain on his back ,A surge of power both foreign and from within and Vernon flies back hitting the wall as weight settles on his shoulders and back area. Snarling at Vernon, Harry fails to see the glowing green blade until it had pierced his uncles heart. The storm continues to gather strength outside. A futile instinctual attempt to remain together. To not begin to break down due to the breaking of several seals and the trauma already experienced in his short life
The lights within Harry’s room turned on again suddenly. Standing over his uncle holding a green sword of all things ,glowing that is too. Growling and snarling at the in Harry’s eyes intruder the stranger raises an eye green same as Harry's own, Smirks slightly before all of a sudden Harry becomes bone deep calm. Such an unnatural state terrified him. Feeling like he was floating and sinking at the same time. Held within a lake of water weightless as if the world had no pull, no meaning whatsoever.
“How dare you! He was mine to kill for what he did to me!”
Storms flashing with every few words. A weight lifting with each time.
“My name...Is Maurice Elswood The Rykers Bane. An empath like you. A Dragel like you, Submissive just like you...though maybe not”
The man tilts his head as if it would help him discover something he had not already seen.Feelings of annoyance, Though not anger or rage were beginning to arise again. And with it booms of thunder.The man no Maurice so he claims tsked as if Harry were but a mere toddler throwing a tantrum
“Your mentor ...shockingly enough. Though ….Did you know….your currently dying? I got here too late. Too fucking late and now your exploding from the fucking inside! Some fucking dragel I am. Couldn’t stop some Eregen fucking Torvak. Bad enough I… grrrrragh”
Wings erupt from the mans back. Similar thought lighter in colour Peach and grey as apposed to what seemed like his own Teal/peach and purple Wings. Suddenly Maurice turns and starts to slice his already quite dead uncle up Blood flew everywhere tinted green as if the blade were weeping tears. The mans eyes glowed and the blood Turned into symbols and circles He spoke. Tone dark, desperate and with more than a touch of hysteria
“Death Here me! Blood for blood, A soul for a soul unravelling too soon His time is not now! Hear me Death! MY soul and my blade, The Rykers Blade for a dragels Soul not yet having experienced even his first hunt. Spare him and take me.Place a death seal Help him for all the years I sent you souls as part of my circle. Grant me this boon!”
A desperate plea to a being not even within their realm and yet Maurice did not know what else to do. Storms stopped. Lights went out. Pitch darkness Covered the room , the sudden howling of hounds numbers inconsiderable. A presence within the room. A pair of dark red Eyes. One tall and one short. Growls from both but stopped by the raising of a single sharp looking clawed hand.
“You called. And I answered A boon you demand from me, But do you know the price? I wonder Death...you long for it.Welcome it even and after what you went through I find I can not blame you. But a mere death and a sword it is...less than what I would demand for the actions you request. To solve the young dragels problems is more than a mere beating ,his soul ruptures even now he fades with the storms.”
Harry’s heart jumps at this. The realisation that he was dying, was not something he could accept. Instinctively he pulled on the storms relishing in the downpour and the beating of the thunder he refused to die here!
“ No To fix him I would rather your ...service. You have been gone for so long running from your feelings your hatred rage and...sadness never able to grieve properly for those that you lost that day. Become a reaper. One of my own and I will do as you say.It will not be easy but...For that and for who the boy may become I will make it so! His family have served me well and delivered many a soul to me”
Italics - speech/internal thinking. most time speaking will have " at the start and end though that may change on feedback
Bold and italics - for particularly angry /immortals