Death the Artificer!!!

High in the sky, a cloud of fog swirled, cold air getting slashed open by four foul creatures.

One could even see one of them mistakenly lunging out of the foggy cloud like fish out of the water, and then instantly gliding back into the thick of coldness. No matter who saw or perceive it, none could deny the absolute dread caused in the souls of the living by those four Dementors' existence.

The very thought of those impure beings coming close sent a chilly shiver running down one's spine.

Hidden amidst this cloud of swirling fog was Dementor-Kai, smaller than his four children, but his presence was much greater than all of them combined.

Kai's face under the dark hood had gone expressionless, gaining a hue whiter than white; a hue of cold and death. Nothing about him felt human anymore, as if all the living characteristics had been sucked out of him ages ago, leaving a dark, foul husk in his place.

In his left arm, grabbed around the waist effortlessly, was Cersei Lannister, her head resting on Dementor-Kai's shoulder. From time to time, a 2.3 meters tall Dementor glided toward her, its rippling cloak brushing against her face, arms, and back. Yet, they could not sense an iota of hope and happiness within her.

Irony was that Cersei Lannister had never felt such happiness after her coming into being. There was a euphoria coursing through her veins as if it had come alive, along with despair, a few moments ago. Besides, whenever her gaze fell upon Kai's stony expression, her eyes beamed with intense rapture.

Her Lord had not only saved her, but he had also bestowed upon her a gift. A gift that others could only seek but not find.

A gift of Power.

If it wasn't because she knew Kai was mulling over something, she would have never remained so silent until now.

She looked down, and her eyes narrowed. It was as if she could see through the cloud of fog, her green eyes glowing with a dark hue. "Humph!" she snorted, a sneer dancing across her thin, red lips. "Do not let them go without sealing them, my love. Especially that wretched whore. Something off about her, I can tell."

-Keke!- Ayin cackled, her entire long figure fluctuating in and out of existence, burning hot. She lifted her left arm and her clawed finger caressed Cersei's flushed cheek. -I adore her. She's quite fascinating, isn't she? Living in her own imagined world… What a vile young lady! Only such a woman suits you, Kai. Use her prudently.-

Cersei ignored the yellow-haired being's touch, and even its very existence as if there was no one around her and Kai, other than their children.

A lady, especially one with ambitions like her, must know when to comment and remain quiet around her man. A lady like her must know when to open her mouth to kiss, and when to open it for much-needed counsel.

And a lady like her must know that if Power could be bestowed upon someone, then it could be snatched away as easily, too.

So, she indeed had learned to ignore many things in the presence of her lord, Kai Stormborn.

Among these many things was his silence to her words.

She had spoken, and he had listened.

That was enough.

Kai could feel the four Dementors in his heart as if there was an unseen and unknown bond between them. These foul, soul-sucking fiends had little sentience, he knew, but they also possessed rudimentary intellect.

The four lvl 1 Dementors were loyal solely to him, and not even their inherent desire to suck hope and happiness could surpass the restrictions of Kai's commands. They could follow basic instructions, carry out certain tasks, and kill as Kai desired.

Also, as long as their d-meter points didn't vanish instantly, Kai could always bring them to their peak.

They were amortal beings that weren't alive, to begin with. So, it was natural for them to have no concept of death.

No wonder the Laws of the Universe didn't tolerate their unnatural coming into being.

Was it the only reason, though? Kai didn't know.

His silence wasn't because of this question, anyway.

Using Dementors Progenitor, and nurturing the Dementors, letting them feed on himself, had left Kai incapable of perceiving the notifications.

So, the moment Kai regained his thought process, he brought out the recent notifications to have a look at them.

It was these notifications that had forced him into a silent stupor.

Kai had already made his peace with the matter of the Deep Ones' gazes falling upon him because of the Skill. Yet, he could have never thought or imagined that interference would occur, caused by none other but another class of Deep Ones.

'DESPAIR…' the name flashed by his dead eyes, his silence becoming graver. 'I should have gained the acknowledgment of DESPAIR-personifying Entities. But…'

Kai's eyes landed on the imprints of ten long fingers on his right arm, and for the first time, a frown creased over his forehead.

'Not one,' Kai mused, his mind racing at an astonishing rate, 'but it seems all five DEATH-personifying Entities had caused this interference. Their purpose…'

Death's Scion!

Kai could not make sense of such a Title. Nor had he ever heard of it; a Title that involved not one, but five Deep Ones.

Kai couldn't see its Effects, either. Somehow, he could tell that this question mark differed from the question marks he had become used to seeing in Stats, it's meaning drastically more hideous.

The only thing Kai found solace in was that he could control whether to equip this Title or not.

Why would he do that?

'Let it rot,' Kai decided, nodding inwardly. 'All schemes will come to nothing, eventually. Humph!'

Yet, no matter how much Kai tried to bury those names, they just kept resurfacing, bubbling over his heart.

ARCEUS THE ORIGINAL ONE, Kai recognized HIM easily enough.

HE was the Deep One from Pokemon Worlds. A Mythical Pokemon, the said creator of the entire Pokemon universe, along with the lake guardians and creation trio.

Kai couldn't tell what HIS relation was with DEATH-personifying Entities, or if HE had an aspect similar to those existences. But he was almost sure that it was him possessing Golduck and Koffing's blood essences that had played a bigger role in HIS acknowledgment.

Then there was NEKRON OF THE DARKNESS, the Deep One from the DC universe.

Kai knew little about HIM, but he did know that HE was the Lord of the Unliving and the Cosmic Force of Evil, and HE was the physical manifestation of the concept of Death as a cosmic certainty.

Of DEATH OF THE ENDLESS, Kai knew more, but not enough, either.

SHE was, too, a Deep One from the DC universe, part of the seven siblings who were known as the Endless.

Kai was even sure that the first name, DESPAIR, he had seen in the notification, belonged to HER sibling. What would HE think of HIS sister acting behind HIS back?

The thought amused Kai a little, lifting his bitter mood.

SPECTER OF DEATH had an even more extensive history, to say the least; a Deep One from Marvel Universe.

SHE had come into being along with the universe itself. Moreover, the tales of HER seducing Thanos to do HER bidding, using HER human manifestation, were quite popular among the Contestants.

It was evident to Kai that SHE was nothing but trouble.

But then again, which Deep One wasn't?

The only name that brought the greatest and heaviest silence over his heart was the last.

DEATH THE ARTIFICER!

It was the only Deep One about whom Kai had heard nothing as if even the billions of World Travelers, Contestants of the Primordial Tower, had never come to know HIS name.

Yet, it was also the only Deep One whom Kai knew the most. Why wouldn't he, when he had already met HIM once?

'DEATH THE ARTIFICER,' Kai imprinted the name in his heart, etching them as real as HIS mark on his right arm. 'Turning a mere pebble into the Resurrection Stone, forging a mere branch into the Elder Wand, who could do it but the Greatest Artificer? HIS is a name… well deserved.'

Yes, if Kai was right, then this DEATH-personification was none other than HIM, who had created the Deathly Hallows.

The DEATH from the infinite Harry Potter Universe!!!