A meeting with death
// THIS IS AN OLD CHAPTER. THE NEW CHAPTERS ARE IN VOLUME 2. YOU CAN READ THESE CHAPTERS IF YOU WANT SOME INSIGHT ON WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN LATER BUT SOME EVENTS CAN BE DIFFERENT BETWEEN THE OLD AND NEW CHAPTERS.
When I open my eyes, I am in a dark place, bands of mists wrap around my ankles. I've been here before; this is where I landed when I died. There He is, sitting on His throne, absently playing with His scythe.
"Yo, it's been a while since we've seen this, it must be like what? Five billion years already?"
"It's only been twelve years actually."
"Ha, it's been longer for me since you made me rewrite my whole universe. Luckily, I asked Nature for a helping hand and we just merged our worlds, changed the timelines, adjusted the interface of Destiny, ... Moreover, Destiny has been a thorn in our asses since she absolutely wanted to keep certain key events but nothing that I could not arrange by manipulating minds and space-time a little. " But what the hell is he talking about?
"Well, I allowed my dementors to merge with you because I wanted to talk to you. I would have a little favor to ask you. You see there is a group of witches who keep the souls of supernatural creatures in a place that they call the other side, what bothers me is that I cannot access it because it is a dimension which was created using the power of Nature and since they are dead, Nature couldn't retaliate when those old witches chained her. So, I'd like you to do the same thing you're doing with the Dark Mage Soul Shards. If you bring me back enough Witch Souls, I'll be willing to grant you some wishes. "
"I guess it's too late to reverse my previous wish for Harry's parents."
"Yeah, you're very sweet but I wouldn't spend 5 billion years rewriting the fabric of the universe to please you a second time."
"Besides what happened to them? I mean Harry benefits from the protection spell as he survived Quirell in the first year."
"Destiny insisted that James and Lilly Potter die but she didn't say anything against their resurrections. So, I did what you asked. You asked that they live but you never said that they can't die first. I just put their souls back in their bodies and restart the machine. "
I watch him in daze, how can one be so nonchalant with so much power, even I am not sure I can pull off such a feat even if I knew how.
"Is that all? No other questions?"
"Of course, I have lots of them!"
"Yes, but unfortunately we don't have all eternity. Merging with my dementors allows you to stay longer in my realm but you are technically dead in the real world, if you stay in that state too long it will be irreversible. You have the time to ask me more or less three questions. "
I start to think about what is most important to ask.
"Why do the dementors call me Herald and why can I talk to them."
"Is that all? It's simply because I sent you to my world, so you are technically my Herald and that binds you to me, even if it doesn't force you to do anything. The dementors being my agents in the real world it is normal for you to hear them and for them to recognize you. "
"Okay not creepy at all. Then I'd like to know why the witches linked me to the Beast."
"The Beast? Is that what you call your power? You're really bad for giving names. Well, coming back to your question, it's because of your potential. Those old shrews are scared to death at of the fact that you could absorb a vampire or any other supernatural being, even more because they can smell my mark on you and that drives them crazy. "
"What is that all? They didn't curse me because I overstepped the natural order but simply because they are afraid!"
"What natural order? Nature loves it when things move in uncontrolled ways, she's a big believer in the law of the fittest. I don't think she would have had anything against vampires, she would have just said something dubious like, adapt or die. You have one last question. "
"How do I deliver the souls of these whores to you?" Death looks at me, smiling.
"It's pretty simple, you now have the powers of a dementor, use it. They can't hide from the gaze of a dementor even in the other side, then you just have to kiss them. "
"Eurk, I'm not going to put my tongue in a bunch of grannies."
"Figuratively moron, you're going to have to give them the dementor's kiss. I never asked you to stick your tongue in old ladies, you pervert."
Why do I have the impression that death is a fifteen-year-old teenager?
"Simply because I don't care about social conventions."
"You looked more serious in the legend of the three wizards."
"That was work, it's not the same. You're here for personal reasons so I can let go a bit. Okay, end of the discussion else you are sure to stay here for good so bye bye "