It's been awhile since I truly updated huh? I hope I didn't lose some readers because of this. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to do so, but I've had writers block on this for awhile. Then when I had become unstuck, I was unsatisfied with it. Until now, I think this is much better than the original. It's a lot longer too. Oh, and be sure to check out the first few chapters, exspecially the first. I've changed a few things. Harry is now refered to as a Devil, not a demon and lower demons are daemons. PM or leave a review if you have questions. I haven't finished updating all the story yet, so bare with me.

I hope the long-ness makes up for such a long and horrible wait.

I present to thee, Book Three, Chapter Eighteen. ENJOY!

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Warning: This is a Dark Harry fic so if you don't like, then don't read.

I don't own Harry Potter, or any other characters that don't belong to me. I do own the daemon/devil lore, and Marionette. Along with Sylia and Damian and everyone that resides in his castle.

"Talking"

Thinking/Harry mind speaking/Vyxis mind speaking

"Parseltongue"

"Demon language" "Nomed egaugnal"

Book Titles

Chapter Eighteen

Harry groaned. He wished he were anywhere else but here. Today Vernon's sister was coming. Harry absolutely hated her. She had never once said anything good to him, and her evil dog always came with her. Once that dog had him up a tree for an entire night, Aunt Marge -as Harry was forced to call her by his uncle- would not call it off.

"Sssiladalv," Harry hissed, "time to get up."

The snake yawned widely, showing off his deadly fangs. "I ssstill sssay we ssshould have went to my cassstle. It would be more pleasssant than her."

"You know we will be ssstaying with Sssylia thisss time. We just have to wait a bit longer for her grandfather to get back from his trip."

"Boy! Get down here!" Came Vernon's loud voice.

Harry sighed. "Coming Sssiladalv?" Harry held out his arm and let the snake climb up it and wrap around his chest.

It would be easier just to kill him,Vyxis said. To hang the pig up by his toes and bleed him dry.

Harry didn't respond.

Still mad at me Harrrryy? Vyxis drug out his name. I don't see why, you had no problem with it in the demon realm.Was it because I killed that damned owl of yours? She had it coming. It's not my fault that she didn't listen, that's her master's fault. Harry continued to ignore Vyxis, even when he grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, drama queen.

Vernon glanced at Harry as he made his way down the stairs. "I shouldn't have to remind you to behave as your aunt Marge is visiting."

Harry nodded. "As long as she keeps her mouth to herself, I see no problems."

Vernon grunted and stepped out the door. His car started up and drove away. Harry went into the kitchen and grabbed an apple, his aunt Petunia was rushing around the kitchen, trying to get everything ready.

Unseen to his aunt, an eyewing came flying in the window, holding a letter for Harry. Removing the letter, he read:

Dear Harry,

Grandfather has returned, you should be able to come over tomorrow if you have nothing else planned. Grandfather is very anxious to meet the Heir of the First Level. He was also curious when the next gathering of the Lords and Ladies would be.

Until later,

Sylia

Who in the nine levels of hell thought of sticking bloodthirsty devils in one room?

Though Harry had said nothing, he silently agreed. The gathering was what it suggested, all the Lords and Ladies -and their heirs that are next to rule- gathered in one room. Luckily, it only happened once every ten earth years. Unluckily, it would be this year, Harry's first one too, he wasn't even aware he was a devil to attend the last one.

Harry replied to the letter and sent it off with the eyewing.

Thirty minutes later, the car returned, with one extra person and one dog. Harry scowled from the window, there was nothing more than he hated than Marge. Kill her then if you hate her so much. It would be so pathetically easy; a quick drain would do it. However, she wouldn't suffer enough would she? Fire seems to hurt lesser creatures…

I am not going to kill her.

It speaks! So you didn't go mute on me, and here I had my hopes up. Besides, whoever said you had to kill her? Torture is acceptable as well and much more fun. If you can stand the high pitched screams that is. She looks like a screamer. You might want to scram, she's coming in.

Harry sighed to himself. It was too late to get out of her vision. "Still here are you?" Marge says to him. "Can't even begin to understand why Vernon took in a cretin like you. Wasting his hard earned money, eating precious food that should go to his more deserving son."

Definitely a screamer. Harry said nothing as she berated him.

Marge dropped her bags in front of him. "Well? What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take them to my room." He did what he was told. "Don't go snooping through my things either! I'll know if you have! Damn delinquent, I can't even begin to imagine why you would house the brat." She told Vernon. "Strait to an orphanage, that's where his type belongs, that's where I would have sent him."

Harry quickly put her things in the guest room. His nose wrinkled up from the wet dog smell that seemed to cloak her bags. Yes, she would definitely not suffer a quick death. A nice drawn-out torture would be good. Of course, you would need to silence her halfway through, with a voice like that she would bust your eardrums. Red-hot iron to start with, maybe get rid of her eyes, she wouldn't see what's coming next, but then she would fear what was coming next. Decisions, decisions. What do you think Harrrry?

I think you should shut up.

Really, Harry? It was somewhat funny at first, ignoring me like that, but now it grows terribly dull. You can't possibly still be mad at me.

Oh really Vyxis? I couldn't? You only stole my body. You wouldn't be a bit angry?

Nope.

Harry growled to himself, making his way back down the stairs, content on ignoring Vyxis again. "Boy!" Marge screamed. "Get down here now!"

"Yes, Aunt Marge?"

She sneered at him. "I'm not your Aunt boy. It's Ms. Dursley to you. Ripper needs his dinner. Feed him. And if you do something funny to his food, I'll take it out of your hide. You hear me?"

"Yes Ms. Dursley."

Don't you just want to rip out her vocal cords? Let's hear her shrill then. Harry set to the task, ignoring Vyxis' ongoing commentary of the torture he would use against her. Ripper bit his hand when he got near his food bowl.

"If you want any food, I wouldn't suggest biting me, you mangy thing." The dog growled and snapped at his hand again. He pulled away before the dog could reach him. He dumped the canned meat into the bowl; it hit its mark, but splattered around the bowl as well.

"Ungrateful is what the brat is! I bet he complains daily about how you treat little Dudley better, as you should!" She was getting louder, the brandy Petunia gave her already affecting her. "If it had been up to me, little brother, I wouldn't have even bothered the bastard. Would've called the police to come get him." She sneered at Harry when she saw him. "But I don't blame you, Vernon. You didn't want the damn whelp. His mother should have taken care of the spawn. But of course, she didn't have enough intelligence to plan ahead." She took another drink. "And the father! Good-for-nothing drunk he was!"

Unnoticed by the muggles, devil magic started to thicken and crackle in the air. "It was probably his fault they died! Driving when he was drunk like that!"

Green eyes slowly became black. "The boy will end up the same way! Bad blood what it is, you see it all the time, shame you can't put the boy down like the animal he-"

Harry blacked out.

When he had awoken again, he was in an unfamiliar place. Stone walls, a lush bed, even a balcony. "Siladalv?" His hisses echoed in the large room. He was nowhere to be seen. Harry pushed himself off his bed and made his way to the closest door, which turned out to be a large closet, the next door was a bathroom. The last and final door led to a hallway.

"How may I help you Prince Syrus?" Asked a man standing near his door.

Harry blinked at him. "Where am I?"

The man tried to hide his confusion. "My lord Damian's castle, Prince Syrus."

He frowned. "How long have I been here?"

"Nearly a day, Prince Syrus."

Harry gripped his head in frustration. "Damn it Vyxis." He hissed under his breath. "Do you know where Sil- Vladilas is?"

"Of course Prince Syrus, would you like me to take you there now?" He seemed unnerved by him.

Harry nodded and followed the man down the hall. He stopped outside a door, "Here's his room for the duration of his stay."

Harry stepped inside; Vlad was asleep on his bed. "Vlad, wake up."

His eye cracked open. "Why are you awake and bothering me so early?"

"Because I don't remember how I got here." Harry said.

All traces of sleep vanished and he sat up. "What?"

Harry started to pace around the room that mirrored his own. "I don't remember anything! The last thing I heard was that bitch of a woman talking about bad blood, I grew angry and… and I woke up here."

He frowned. "Vyxis took control?"

His pacing continued. "He must have. Didn't you notice anything unusual?"

Vlad shook his head. "Not really, you seemed justified in killing your relatives. Even on the way here-"

"They're dead?" Harry asked, not that he cared for them, but he wanted to be the one to do it.

"I can show you." Vlad stood. "Look in my eyes and I can send you the memory." Harry did what he was told.

She found herself against a wall. 'Harry's' wings had flared up behind him. "You were saying? By all accounts don't let me stop you, Aunt Marge." She could only gargle out noises. He inhaled deeply, scenting her soul. "You have a horrible soul; no doubt it would make me sick." He dropped her. "I want you to remember, dear aunt, what I could have done," He lowered himself to see into her eyes. Fear greeted him "I wouldn't do that if I were you Vernon." He spat.

Said man had a shotgun in his hands, aiming it at the back of 'Harry's' head. "Get away from my sister you demon!"

'Harry' smiled lazily, still looking into her eyes. Unseen to both, an invisible snake crawled out of his shirt. "It's devil actually. Just try it, try to shoot me." Harry said before he mumbled under his breath, "lortnoc." Her eyes glassed over. He stood, turning to look at the large man; Vernon fell to the ground as Petunia and Dudley screamed. Siladalv had struck.

"That, dear uncle, is poison. It should be spreading through your veins. The faster your heart beats, the faster you die. I give it about ten minutes." He looked back to Marge Dursley. "Llik eht tser."

'Harry', ignoring the screams, proceeded up to his room and packed his things. When he came back down, he found the living room covered in blood. The woman had a knife in her hand. "Esaeler." She dropped the knife and began howling in despair. He drained her until she passed out. "Disgusting" He mumbled to himself. "Coming Siladalv?"

The snake slithered up. "Off to Sssylia'sss then?"

He opened his trunk. "We'll ride the nightmare there." Harry brought out the fiery black horse from his trunk.

"I'm so glad you could make it Harry, Vlad." Sylia said, greeting them at the door. Her hair was pulled back, revealing her red and black eyes. "Please come in. You may leave your bags at the door. The servants will take them up to your rooms."

"Prince Syrus, heir to Malrk, Lord of the First Level, it is an honor to have you and your guardian in my humble home." Lord Damian said with a slight bow.

Vlad bowed while 'Harry' nodded his head slightly in response. "We are honored to be accepted into your domain, Damian, Lord of Vampires."

Damian smirked, showing off one of his fangs. "It is good to know that Malrk has taught you properly."

"He demands nothing less than perfection." 'Harry' said.

"How is Malrk?"

"He's well. Apparently he's in a spat with Lord Julius, again."

He chuckled. "He has never gotten along with the Fallen Lord of the Second Level."

'Harry hummed. "Yes, one might think it's because he is the first Fallen Angel to become a Lord."

Damian smirked. "One who has no knowledge of the past might. However, He and Julius had fought each other in the first war of the angels."

"So he still sees him as an enemy?" He asked.

"Not quite. Malrk sees him as the one who escaped his blades."

Sylia sighed. "I didn't invite him over to get a history lesson Grandfather."

The Lord laughed. "I did not mean to ramble on."

A vampire made herself known. "My Lord," She bowed deeply. "Forgive me for interrupting, but you are needed. Marionette is waiting."

He shook his head. "I'll be there in a moment." She nodded and left. "Forgive me, Prince Syrus, but I am needed elsewhere."

'Harry' nodded. "Of course." Damian left.

Sylia started to ascend the stairs. "I'll show you your room."

His room was big, ten times bigger than his old room at the Dursley house. "Do you like it? I could have one of the servants change something if you don't."

"It's great." 'Harry' smiled.

She nodded. "There's a bathroom over there, and a maid will come and alert you when it is meal time. A servant will always be posted outside your room, should you have need for anything." She paused, thinking. "Oh, if you are in need to feed, alert someone and you will be brought a suitable host. Please refrain from feeding off the staff."

"I've already fed." His mouth twitched in amusement. "You're awfully formal Sylia."

She smiled. "Of course I am. I'm showing the heir of the first level his room. It's not everyday we get to host a devil prince."

He nodded. "If that's all Sylia. I've had a long night and I wish to rest."

"Of course, Vlad? I'll show you your room next." She said.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow Harry." Vlad said to him.

"Yeah, tomorrow Vlad." He and Sylia left.

"And after that?" Harry asked.

He shrugged. "I haven't seen you until now." Harry fell to his knees. "Harry!"

" 'm fine, just hungry." He murmured.

"You haven't fed since you woken up have you?" He stood, "I'll have them bring someone by." He went out the door. Harry fell back asleep.

A soft knock came from the door. "Prince Syrus? Lord Damian is requesting your presence."

'Harry' blearily looked up at the door, sleep fogging his mind. "Very well." He rose and followed the maid.

"I am glad you chose to join us, Prince Syrus." Damian said.

"Oh yes, so glad." A voice emitted near a gaunt-looking child, in her hands, she held a doll. The doll was over-all creepy; it had topaz eyes surrounded in black eyeliner. Its skin was bone white, its lips blood red, and its hair and dress were black.

"Forgive me," Damian started. "This is Marionette, the original at that."

A soft hissing laugh came from the doll, although it never moved. "Far too formal Damian. You may call me Mari, Prince Syrus."

"Syrus will do, Mari."

She laughed again. "Would you mind if I talk to Syrus alone Damian?"

"Of course not, I must see to the twins anyway. Who knows what mischief they get up too?" He walked away.

"Would you take me from her? I wish to see if what they say about you is true, Vyxis." Again, the doll did not move.

'Harry' faltered, he was glad he left Siladalv wasn't here. "Am I that obvious?" He asked while carefully taking the doll from the child, who fell in a dead faint once the marionette left her arms.

"It was time for a new host anyway. She only had a few days left." Mari cared little for the child. "And no, you're not obvious, I can see souls. No one else will know." He felt a brush against his soul. "So it's true, you do have two souls in one body. Marvelous. I didn't think it was possible, oh! Don't you hold a secret?"

"Secrets are better left unsaid."

"They are, us Marionettes know that more than anyone."

"There are more of you? I thought that was your name." He asked, moving the doll in his arms.

"Many. And it is. The general term for my kind is Marionette, named after me, since I'm the original."

"I don't know much about your kind." He admitted.

"There isn't much, we're like a leech, we suck out the souls of children and take control over them when they're weak enough, like her. But don't think us defenseless, we can move if we have too."

"But you don't?" He sat down in a nearby chair.

"It takes far too much energy to do it for so long."

Vyxis…

The doll giggled. "I could help you of your little problem, it would be done easily so."

"You heard him?" Vyxis asked.

"His soul calls out, weak, but I can hear it. Do you want my offer?"

Vyxis didn't speak for a moment. "I would, but he is needed. I can't give his soul to you."

A quiet sigh answered him. "Would you take me to Damian? I need a new host."

"I will. Do you know where he went?"

"He went to check up on the twins Balik and Cree. Just head south of here until you come across a statue of Lilith, and then turn right."

He headed down, like the doll told him. "Wouldn't it be easier to call a maid?"

"It would, but I don't trust the stupid humans to do it right. They are too unreliable." She hissed. "Why, Vyxis, do you tire of me? And I thought we were getting along."

"We are. It would be faster though."

"You're starting to sound like a human Vyxis. How disgusting. Time matters little to us."

I… going… kill you… Vyxis.

"Ooooh someone's angry. What did you do with your temporary freedom?"

"I killed the family he lived with. Not that he cared for them, but I think he was just jealous that I killed them first."

No… took… body… bastard…

Vyxis snorted. "I murder his only family left, and he's just upset because I controlled his body again."

"Do you want me to quiet the vermin? I won't kill him, I promise."

"It's fine. He's a small nuisance, but a controllable one. Besides it probably won't be long until the snake finds out." He scowled. "We're here. Which door?" There were multiple ones.

"The far left one. I can sense him in there." The doll giggled for some reason.

He pushed open the door, to find the vampire lord on a bed with a black haired woman on top of him. When she saw Vyxis, her gray wings flared up. "Devil." She snarled, her black eyes turning red.

"Succubus." He snarled right back, his own wings flaring up at the threat.

"What brings you here Syrus?" Damian asked, making no move to push the succubus away.

"I'm the reason. I need a new host and I don't trust the lessers to do it." Mari said. "I lead him here. We can wait if you are too busy."

"Now is fine, Natalie? If you would let me up?" The vampire lord asked.

She kept her eyes on Vyxis, who did the same. She slowly moved away. "Get that devil out of my room!"

"As if I wish to be here, your stench is disgusting."

She bared her teeth. "He'll come with me, shall we then?" He led them out of the room.

"Really Damian, lying? If you wanted to have a little fun you could have shooed me off."

"It wasn't that, she ran into me." Damian said.

"Sure it was, and it just happened to be her room?"

Damian addressed Vyxis. "She's under my protection, just like you are. I don't want you to go after her."

Vyxis kept his scowl. "If the little abomination stays away from me we'll be fine. But if she comes near, I'll kill her." He said. Devils and incubi never got along. They were enemies.

Damian led them farther down, until they arrived at the dungeons. "What type of host would you prefer? One broken or some fight left?"

"Broken, I'm not in the mood to break another today, the one with the blonde hair looks good. She'll do." The cage was opened. The child looked up, her eyes filled with unshed tears. Damian took the doll from Vyxis and gave it to the child, whose eyes immediately glassed over. "Thank you. I'll take my leave. Walk me back Syrus?"

"It would be my honor Mari."

They made it outside her room. "You've been entertaining Vyxis. I haven't had someone this fun to talk to in years."

"The pleasure's mine."

As Harry slept, Vyxis locked the memory away. Harry would never see it.

End of Chapter Eighteen