Chapter 63: Spirit Sword!
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"It's time for me to go, Harry. I have to say goodbye to Daphne and Tracey too."
Harry shot him a small smile and pulled him in a hug, ignoring his feeble protest.
"Thank you for everything, Harry." The teenager gave his heartfelt thanks and used his real name.
"Goodbye, brother." Henry sighed and pulled back before teleporting away. His cheeks were flushed red at calling him that. He didn't know why he felt so shy calling the teenager his brother.
Harry chuckled alone in the Room of Requirement and mumbled a goodbye to no one.
That was the last time he ever saw his younger counterpart.
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Roy stood in front of a warehouse in the middle of night. In his hand was the [Spirit Sword], glowing faintly in the dark. He wore a black hoodie with black trousers. The hood was thrown over his head and a black face mask covered his face from nose down.
It had been months since he was given this sword by that strange boy. It didn't take him too much time to decide what to do with his lonely life. After his mother and father, there was no one left to love. So, he easily chose vengeance.
He would burn the evil out of this world.
Even his childish brain knew how impossible it was, but he had to try. He didn't want anyone else to suffer like him.
This warehouse was a centre of children trafficking. He had been watching for a day, confirming his suspicions. And what he found made him grit his teeth in anger. Apparently magicals ran this business, exploiting the defenceless humans.
It was just like that night. Entitled magicals thinking that they were above everyone.
He would show them. Yes, they would see their arrogance leaking from between their legs. He gripped the sword handle with his two hands and felt the power surge through him, he watched how the time slowed for him.
And then he ran.
In a second, the door of the warehouse was blasted open. The three low level wizards inside, trained their wands at the boy, taken aback by such strange attire.
Roy though didn't look at them, he watched the tens of children whose ages ranged from 12 to 16, huddling in the corner. They wore rags which barely covered their bodies. They were shivering against each other, staring at him with wide frightened eyes.
"Reducto!" one of the wizards yelled. Roy just scoffed at the sluggish ray of red light advancing towards him at the pace of snail. With the sword in his hand, he was something more.
His powers and agility rose to a godly level. He almost felt like King Arthur with Excalibur in his hands.
A single leap was all it took for him to reach the perplexed adults. They weren't able to utter a single scream as Roy decapitated them cleanly, their heads rolling on the floor and blood spurting like a fountain from their severed necks.
Roy whizzed through the warehouse like a flash of lightning and killed any adults he found.
In the end, he murdered 12 wizards in cold blood with not a single bit of remorse. He justified his actions, stating he was a hero who only killed the evil.
He returned to the front where the children were. They now stood uncertainty, away from the dead bodies.
They froze when they spotted him. Roy dropped his sword and raised his hands placatingly before throwing back his hood and pulling down his mask.
"It's fine. I am not here to hurt you. I am here to save you. And you are saved. There are no evil men left alive." Roy said softly and a bit pompously.
They all looked at him shockingly before breaking down in relieved sobs, clutching each other in tight embrace. Roy smiled sadly at the scene and let the warmth reach his heart at the job well done. The satisfying feeling after helping others was just indescribable.
He led them out and pointed them to the nearest police station.
"Just tell them that Nemesis sends his regards."
Roy smiled as they shook his hands and gave him hugs before running away to their freedom. Seeing their joyful smile almost filled the void in his heart.
Almost.
He went into the nearest forest where he had set up a tent for himself. After his parents' funeral, Roy had run away from his house for his destiny which was to weed out evil.
In lay man's terms, he was homeless.
As he neared towards his current abode, he saw a boy standing before his tent. Roy's hand quickly went towards the hilt of the sword hanging at his waist. But when he realised who the boy was, he felt hopelessness and fear. Had he finally come to take back his prized sword?
"We meet again, Nemesis. At least that's the name I know from your infamy." Henry said, sitting on the log of wood in front of the tent.
"Call me Roy."
"Then you can call me Henry."
Roy didn't question why he went by Henry instead of Harry. No, he was far more interested in the objective of their sudden meeting. He went towards him and stood before him.
"Why are you here?" He asked frankly.
"I have got a gift for you." Henry smiled genuinely.
Roy quirked up his eyebrow and motioned him to continue.
"I have become strong enough to do resurrection. I am here for that. Do you want me to bring back your parents?" Henry asked gently.
Roy was still for a second before he dropped on his knees and looked up at him with teary eyes.
"Yes. Please. You can even have your sword back. Just give me to my parents." Roy cried like a kid he was, abandoning his roleplay of Messiah, placing the sword before him.
There was no reluctance in his movements as he denounced the sword to which he was so attached to a few minutes ago.
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