Author has written 7 stories for Harry Potter, Supernatural, Sherlock, Jurassic Park, Batman Beyond, Ice Age, and Van Helsing.
I have formerly been Multo Thanatos/AzraelLuciferThanatosHades/Devils Advocate Agent of Hell/Fallen Angel Devil's Advocate/Fallen Angel Advocate of Hell/Cuatro Advocatus Diaboli/shadowsspy
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Ten minutes later the three had thoroughly annoyed the photographer and almost everyone else. Victor preferred to glare, Fleur kept distracting the man with her charm, and Harry would not give any facial expression. Only Cedric appeared ready to smile for the camera. In the end their photo came out with Cedric smiling, Fleur smirking, Victor scowling slightly, and Harry starring at the camera, absolutely blank. The man gave a great huff of annoyance as he left.
"It's not fair!" Hermione screamed looking murderous.
Blaise just smirked, idly swirling the last of his milkshake. Hermione, in the chair opposite of him glared. He slouched slightly in the table chair and looked back at Harry who was absently humming as he pulled the brownies out of the oven and returned to stirring the pot on the stove.
"How can you cook like a pro-chief and I can't even make salad without burning something?!" Hermione hissed.
"Hermione, you don't have anything you can burn with when making a salad." Blaise said slowly.
"Tell that to that brunt lump!" She snarled pointing to the black ashy lump on the counter.
Blaise snickered, trying to hide it in his water as she glared murderously at him. Harry rolled his eyes slightly as he wrapped some of the brownies up gently so he could send them to D with Hedwig.
"I am the howling vengeance you hear under the moon, the shadow on the ground cast from the skies above. A union of ancient bloodlines once deemed incompatible. The strengths of both the weaknesses of neither
Politics is one of the things that God did not make but Lucifer did by leading the first Coup de ta
I am the misery of the world
I am the eternal flames burning in hell
I am the force that drives destruction
I am the greatest blizzard that tears through life
I deliver the judgment of dead
I am the Apocalypse
The world that denies thee, thou inhabit.
Janus, the two faced one, lord of chaos, master of portals, god of change, I implore thee.
With the spirit of the soldier,
With the spirit of the Hyena,
With the Flesh of the Gill Man,
The beast will walk upon the earth and darkness will follow. The several races of man will be as one in their terror and destruction
And in a second the anger was gone. The hurt, the guilt, his conscience was still there, but suddenly it was as if someone had physically taken away the anger, washed it out of his system. He reigned in control, belatedly realising that his hands burned where the metal had got so hot. When he spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper, but carried easily to the very edges of the room. 'I thought that killing Voldemort would be the end. I thought that I would have a normal life. That was all I wanted. That was all Dumbledore wanted- for me to grow up normal- is that really so bad? I thought so at the time, but now…now I'm glad I at least had those years to try.
'I never wanted to be famous. I never wanted to be the Boy Who Lived. I wanted to be like everyone else. I wanted to have a mother and father I could go home to in the holidays. I wanted to worry about getting homework in on time, or the end of term exams. I didn't want to have Voldemort hunting me at every step. I didn't want to be the so called "Chosen One". I just wanted to be Harry Potter. Voldemort wouldn't let me.'
The whole court was silent now. And even the most stoically opposed person to the actions of Harry Potter suddenly saw things in a different light. They didn't see the power hungry Harry Potter that had been portrayed for so long. They saw a seventeen year old thrust into an adult world long before his time. Sent to rid the world of a darkness beyond black. And here they were putting him on trial for doing something they would have all liked to have had the courage to do: stand up against evil. Whatever the cost.
Angel: GTFO of this blog, UGHward.
Damon: Um... what? That comment was WIN, but you don't sound like yourself, Angel.
Angel: Angel is not here. Angel decided to open a mysterious package sent from the PTB, and it revealed a sandwich. Angel decided to eat the sandwich. The sandwich was actually pot. And Angelus, i.e. me, came out again.
Drusilla: Yay, Daddy's back! Clap hands, clap hands! The stars are happy again!
Spike: Stoned does not equal happiness.
Angel: Tell that to the gypsies.
Voldemort had once said that if the world would end, Severus and Cockroaches would still be around, something that prompted Lucious to ask which of the two was more obnoxious.
That was one of the few times that the sallow faced man remembered the Dark Lord laugh at something that didn't involve death and destruction in some way or another
St. Anyanka pray for us,
St. Anyanka aid us,
St. Anyanka avenge us,
St. Anyanka comfort us.
Our hearts call out to you,
our tears cry out for you.
Your sword is our innocence,
your words our weapon.
Shed the blood of mine enemies and protect me from their shadows.
Such is my wish and will. Amen.
To this very day, Xander's name is said reverently by students everywhere, and blessed fully by those who live in small towns and hate them. Xander was a hero, a legend and an icon to a generation. Each year at graduation time, at least five schools are blown up in his honor.
Heh, ya gotta hand it to these guys..' Thanatos smirked catching Eris and Proteus staring at him. '-half of Rome's on fire but they're still partyin' hard..' He smirked as chanting could be heard issuing from Nero's courtyard..
'The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire! The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire!'
May the world quiver with fear and beg for its survival, for I shall rip it asunder with my anger
And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death. And Hell followed with him.
We listened for a voice crying in the wilderness And we heard the jubilation of wolves - Durwood L. Allen
I am the one whom you have all shunned,
The child lost in the dark.
I am the one named for he who died at his own hand,
The soul abandoned yet unbroken.
I am the one whom you would call Savior,
Discarded for the traitor.
I am the fallen star,
Catch me if you can.
Upon my direction lies the fate of us all,
I am the Midnight Sun.
Should I choose to break you,
All shall be forever lost.
Should I choose to save you,
I shall be broken instead.
Upon my shoulders rests the fate of the world,
Treat me as you wish to be treated.
I have begun to sense rumblings of a worse fate yet to come. I can recall a sun - black, but shining - and the creatures that inched along its fiery tracks.
I have walked the edge of the Abyss.
I've had the strangest dreams lately - raging seas, howling beasts, a Demon folded in black clouds. I believe I know what it guards, and I will have it, to the chagrin of the faith-blinded zealots that challenge me. Don't waste your pity on them; I don't think they would like you much anyway.
Oh, and your poet Eliot had it all wrong:
a friend of a friend.
I have walked the edge of the Abyss.
I have governed the unwilling.
I have witnessed countless empires break before me.
I have seen the most courageous soldiers fall away in fear
[I was there with the Angel at the Tomb]
I have seen your future,
But I have begun to sense rumblings of a worse fate yet to come.
I've had the strangest dreams lately – raging seas, howling beasts, a Demon folded in black clouds.
I can recall a sun – black, but shining – and the creatures that inched along its fiery tracks.
I am so close – you cannot imagine what it is truly like to hold eternity in your grasp!
Will there be no more Sadness? No more Anger? No more Envy?
And what of the Giants who formed this world?
So much to tell you, but so many more important things to do.
Oh, and your poet Elliot had it all wrong,