My apologies from me to you, my readers. Currently, I have a really difficult time to focus just on one story.

Every night, before sleeping... new ideas rise up in my mind. I write them down while writing from time to time small parts over my older story (Atlan Tempest - Harry Potter and Young Justice.) as example.

I hope you will enjoy this story, which is placed in the Harry Potter universe with High School DxD and Percy Jackson.

666 bc.

"How beautiful. A night like this..." A young man gently spoke, his golden iris fixated on the full silver moon that floats in the darkness of the night. "To put disobedient children and their father back in their place." Lowering his sight towards the battlefield below, Devils and the two different kinds of Angels were fighting. Like many other deities who like to create life, Jehovah too based his creations on humans. His Angels, both those that follow his teaching and those that had parted with them shared features with the mortals. The only exception would be that the Angels carried a golden halo floating above their heads and a pair of wings. This case was only for those that followed the new Deity, for those that lost his faith. Once what was white, became black with the crimes of their Sins and the golden halo was lost but not much else, physically at least.

Both Angels, those with faith and those that strayed off the path that their father had set out for them, fought against a third party. Like them, this opposite party were once Angels. Humanoid in form, however instead of feathering wings, these creatures had leathery bat wings to keep themselves airborne. "Jehovah and his children one day appeared on Earth, manipulating events until a small group of humans believed his words. Claiming that through his hands, humans were born. He quickly learned of other races, like the Yokai and other Mythical creatures and that they had powers, unlike his chosen champions - the Humans." The man scoffed at his own thoughts while watching the battle between the children of what will be one day: God of the Bible. "Jealousy is a normal concept, even for deities. His envy that his chosen Champions didn't has powers, rubbed him the wrong way and proclaimed all that didn't follow his view of visions - heretics." A shadow slithered towards him and the sounds of beating wings. Despite charging from a blind spot, his ears are excellent and the man turns his head to peak over his shoulders. "Ah, Kokabiel - Angel of the Fifth level of Heaven and Cadre class..." The man whirled on his spot, dodging the corrupted light weapon of the Angel that was thrust forward. His own hand came up, an open palm met the Cadre Angel's face and pushed him back.

A sonic boom resounded through the battlefield when Kokabiel was launched back. The Angel became nothing more than a blur. At the end of his traject, Kokabiel flapped his wings. Using the speed to accelerate him higher into the air until reached his highest velocity. Three pair of dark, midnight feathered spread out behind him, showing Kokabiel's position and strength. In his hand, a dark golden light twisted and morphed, until it took the form of a sword… a broadsword with two cutting edges. The Angel's elfish face twisted into an ugly mask, red eyes flashed in uncontrolled rage and the long, angelic black hair was pushed back when the Angel dived. "You dare to touch me with your unworthy hands, you disgusting vermin!" Kokabiel lifts his arm up, sword posted ready to cut down.

Kokabiel's eyes suddenly witnessed a black blur moving past him - pain erupted on his back. It was unbearable - the pain. Losing his focus the Angel crashed into the ground, leaving a trail behind. The Cadre tiredly turned his head, red eyes seeking for the one responsible for the pain. Fury lith up his eyes when noticing the man, his target floating in the air. No wings of feathers or leathers like his brothers and sisters of God, but large draconic wings kept the man in the air. However, his source for his fury was the single black feathers appendage in man's hand. "Yo...you...YOU! YOU TORE OFF AN ANGEL'S PRIDE! MY PRIDE!" Roared Kokabiel, rage and hatred burning like a flame in his eyes. "I KILL YOU SLOWLY AND MAKE YOU BEG FOR DEATH!"

"You can try, little crow but that doesn't bring back your purified wings." White-hot flames erupted in his hand, devouring the black feathering wing of the Cadre Angel, its sin being purified by the white flames, turning them to white ash. Kokabield expected the ash to fall down to the ground, only to his growing horror to witness the ash being absorbed by this creature. "I must say… these Light powers coloured with sins taste like a delicate, rich wine." The flames disappeared, only to be replaced by a light spear - black in colour with a dark crimson outlining. "My thanks for sacrificing a part of your soul. Now, if you don't mind…. I have souls to collect."

Kokabiel could only helplessly watch the gigantic draconic wings beat the air, pulling that monster into the air. Despite being helpless - rage burned like a flame in his chest, eyes gleaming darkly and full of hate while around him the Angels and Devils fought. The Cadre Angel didn't let his sight waver from the mortal that had beaten him, quiet easily for someone below his standing. Now, dark life liquid that stained the battlefield flows towards the Monster - absorbing the liquid and to Kokabiels horror… his fellow Angels and the Devils became slower in movement, their once youthful faces started to age before they turned to dust which floated towards the creature. One word came to the Cadre Angel's mind - Nosferatu...devourer of souls.

A long broadsword with two cutting edges mowed down everything in its path. Body limbs and blood flow through the air with the latest being absorbed by the Nosferatu. The victims grew in numbers while the Angels from both the Dark and the Light lost numbers and feeding him their souls and light divine powers. Even their distant Cousins… the Devils lost members of their kind to him, their powers became his. After countering slaughtering of his victims, they came… the Four Satans of the Underworld and their Father - Jehovah to put a stop to him.

A blinding light erupted from their fight, once the light dimmed - all that was left is a huge crater and both the Satans and Jehovah were gone...Michael, Archangel of Heaven could see a lone figure standing in the crater before with a crack - he disappeared. This is how the Great War ended, all the three different factions of the Bible lost their leaders and the main forces of their army because of one man with unknown intentions.

Nosferatu Dracul - Nightwalker and devourer of souls…

Present time…

...but this man was once known under a different name. A human, who was no older than thirteen. Unlike ordinary humans, this boy belongs to a special branch of humans that possess arcane powers - or something that is also known under a simple term - Magic. Their powers allowed them to influence reality through intent and magic, however their own arrogant and loss of huge parts of their own history caused them to stagnate. They adopted wands, using the tools that original was used to learn control about their magical core but slowly this became the new way of casting magic instead of using their own body as the medium.

We find Harry Potter in his third year, standing next to the Great Lake of Hogwarts. His wand flaring up white as it tried to keep the Patronus of a stag alive. The boy was fighting for his life, using what he was taught to keep the Monsters at bay. Behind him, on the ground, lying is his Godfather - Sirius Black, whose eyes stared vacantly into the distance. His soul was taken by the Wardens of Azkaban and the same creature was now flying to the only living person.

He could feel the cold, boney fingers of the Dementor grasp his head while bringing his own face closer for one of his most terrifying ability - a Kiss. Harry could feel his soul moving out of his body...and with one last desperate attempt to save himself. The Patronus Stag rushed back, crashing into the Dementor, yet the kiss stayed...only for something unexpected to happen. All the souls that were trapped in the dementor fled to the Boy Who Lived body, strengthening his Magic and knowledge while at the same time the Dementor's body crumbled into dust.

The Magic overwhelmed the boy, causing the magic to explode outwardly and caught every Dementor in the vicinity unexpectedly - destroying their bodies. Their prisoners freed for a short moment, only to be sucked into the body of the boy. Strengthening his malnourished body and increasing his magic. A thousand dementors died that night, giving birth to something new...something more...born from tortured souls and death… a being has come into the world that will be known as the No Life King!

Harry's Magic and the Magic of the Time-Turner caused a disruption in the timestream, a rift appeared that swallowed the Boy Who Lived. Leaving only the soulless body of Sirius Black behind, which would be found at dawn by the Gatekeeper of Hogwarts. As for James and Lily's son, he was floating at high speed through space and time. His Magical core still absorbing the Magic from the Dementor's souls and their prisoners but something else intertwined with him. Namely the powers of the Infinite and the Dream that resides in the Dimensional Gape before he was spat out through another portal and back to earth...several thousand years ago.

Harry Potter - also known as Alucard
Power list:
Godlike Transcendent Vampire'sPsyiology

Immortality

Ultimate Regeneration
Supernatural Speed
Supernatural Strength
Supernatural Reflexes
Supernatural Accuracy

Intangibility

Shadow Manipulaty

Shapeshifting

Weather Control

Illusion Manipulation

Meta Teleportation

Telekinesis

Telepathy

Mind Control

Summoning (Familiars - Baskerville (Sirius Black Haunt form))

Blood Absorption

Hibernation

Limitation Transcendence

Supernatural Senses

Quantum Reality Manipulation
Omnipresent powers
Magic
Elemental control

Release states (Like that in Hellsing("Releasing Control Art Restriction Systems three...two...one, approval of Situation A recognized. Commencing the Cromwell invocation. Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent."))