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31 October 1981

There are more realms than just the Earth, more creatures than can be imagined, and on this night, one of those beings is watching a little house in Godric's Hollow and the family in it. Oh, this creature wasn't one of the weaker breeds, no, it was the last of its kind, the last of the first generation devils. Not the watered down versions those so called Four Great Satans created. He was the last and the most powerful, probably the most powerful being in existence given his age. Why one such as he was watching petty humans would be a mystery to any who knew, but from his domain, far away from the reality he was watching, he looked on, curious, a rarity in his extremely long life.

Not many could stand in his presence and remain unaffected by his appearance.

A dark form, standing over thirteen feet tall with a vaguely humanoid shape, most of his body covered in short, sleek black fur, pointed ears stuck out from the side of his head and his pure black hair is spiked upwards with a few bangs in front. His large biceps, abs and pectorals were as black as the little skin that was visible and very muscular and toned. Just this would make his appearance very intimidating but there are also his inhuman traits to consider.

Protruding from the sides of his head were two large horns, angling out roughly two inches and forward sixteen, they like the rest of him were pure black. His hands and feet were adorned with impossibly sharp claws that were as black as his horns. Several thick, black bone like spikes protruded from each knuckle with a diamond sharp edge that looked like they would cut someone in two, his elbows, shoulders and knees also had jagged spikes coming out of them, also black. A long tail grew from the base of his spine, about five feet long, ending in a serrated spear point, it too was black with a light coating of fur.

Eighteen massive wings grew out of his back seamlessly. Of his nine pairs of wings, the three at the top were dark gold feathered angel wings, like those of an archangel, giving off a faint glow, but the feathers grew black towards the bottom of the wings. The middle three were dragon like wings, coloured dark crimson slowly becoming pure black as they went down, lightly caressed by black fire. The bottom three were the wings of a devil, radiating a black aura of absolute terror. All light looked like it was being absorbed into them.

They had a wingspan of over thirty feet from tip to tip and when folded against his back, almost touched the floor while also reaching above his head at the joint. Pitch black flames lightly flared on his fur while wisps of smoke emanated from all his wings, making him look like some kind of angel of death. He was nothing of the kind.

The only other thing that stood in contrast to his shadowed appearance were his eyes. His eyes were completely white, completely devoid of pupil, iris or sclera and emanated a soft glow. It was eerie because it was impossible to tell what he was looking at.

His appearance alone would intimidate almost anyone but he was not one of the most powerful beings in existence for nothing. While he may possess all the abilities of a normal devil, his are infinitely more powerful, and all the knowledge and experience he's accumulated over his unbelievably long life make him truly formidable. However he also has abilities that are unique to him as a first generation devil.

Like all devils, if he survives an extreme or near fatal injury, when he recuperates he grows stronger, his body adapting to compensate for the damage dealt. However, where other devils power increases so that they are not hindered as much by such an injury again, his power increases to the extreme, making it practically a guaranty that the same type of injury won't affect him ever again.

Another of his unique abilities is that he can assimilate the powers of others. Whatever he kills, all of their knowledge, powers and abilities became his. He has killed and gained the powers of countless creatures over his existence and is personally responsible for deaths of over half the first generation devils, quite a feat when each one was impossibly powerful.

His most feared power, one that all go to great lengths to avoid, is his ability to weaken or even negate the powers of anyone in his vicinity. Many had fallen prey to this ability and have not lived to tell about it. Every being, no matter how powerful, is susceptible to this.

This being was named Zorn Darkstar and his attention was focused on a seemingly unimportant human family, but he knew they were not, so he watched. He watched as the rat traitor told the so called dark lord the family's location, he watched as the dark lord entered the house and stunned the parents before going after the children, Harry and Liam. He watched as he tried to kill the elder twin, Harry, who blocked the spell, bouncing it back at the one who cast it and destroying his body. Now that was interesting.

He looked on as an old man came, revived the parents and checked the boys. He watched as the old man declared the wrong boy as the saviour and talked the parents into sending the eldest one away and he watched as the true saviour was placed on a doorstep in the middle of the night. It was then he decided to keep an eye on both boys but he would watch the eldest the most.

He smirked, revealing a mouth full of sharp fangs, each impeccable and sharp. 'This looks like it's going to be interesting.' He thought.

For years he watched both boys and saw that they had very different upbringings. Liam was doted on, given everything he wanted and was becoming a very chubby, arrogant brat. His fame made him and his family a bunch of pompous gits.

Harry on the other hand had a very different time. Since he was left on that doorstep, he was thrown in the cupboard under the stairs and by the time he was three he was beaten on a near daily basis. His arm was even broken and just left to heal on its own. His cousin on the other hand was raised just like his brother, arrogant, spoiled and fat.

Zorn was now furious at both the Potters and the Dursleys and the rest of the underworld felt his rage and were terrified, but also curious as to what could have caused the eldest of them to become so enraged. He wanted to deal with them but he didn't want to directly interfere but it was during Harry's eighth year that an opportunity presented itself.

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The Dursleys had driven away from their house to the woods, beaten Harry to the point of near death and left. But young Harry would not die this way.

Eight year old Harry Potter was dying, his body slowly shutting down from the lack of food and water and the extensive beating he got earlier. His uncle had beaten him, saying that it was his fault he lost a contract at work because of his freakishness. What made him a freak, young Harry wondered. He had always done what was asked of him, but even then he got beaten, starved and insulted and now he was alone. He struggled to stand and coughed up blood as he walked. He ended up in a park, after a long, difficult walk.

The park was dark and abandoned when little Harry Potter reached it, the sun had long ago set and the moon was rising in the night sky. The park was completely quiet save for the metal screeching's of the swing as it moved slowly back and forth. In fact it was almost supernaturally quiet. No sounds of any distant cars or voices. No bats or owls or other creatures of the night going about their business. Just a still calmness and a small, lonely boy barley clinging to life, one who was too wrapped up in his internal struggle to consider the stillness around him.

'Hello Harry' a voice said behind him. Harry turned around and shivered as he saw a black form flickered behind a tree, bravely he stood up and wiped his tears.

'Who's there?' he stammered his voice shaking.

A pair of large, black, clawed hands gripped a nearby tree, then a shadowy form appeared. It stood tall and was covered head to toe in black fur with two glowing white eyes. Harry wanted to run but his feet were like stone as the monster approached, he waited for it to hurt him like uncle Vernon but instead the voice came again.

'I finally meet you Harry, I've wanted to talk to you' the creature said and Harry opened his eyes.

'You've wanted to talk to me?' he repeated.

'Yes,' the thing said, 'I want to know if you would want to come with me,' the confused look on Harry's face prompted him to say more. 'You see, if you come with me, I'll take you away from those people,' even Harry knew who he meant, 'and I'll raise you as a son.'

Harry gasped at his words, he'd always wanted someone to care about him.

'However,' Harry's attention was back on the winged being in front of him, 'if you choose to come with me you will have to give up being human. If you would rather stay with your relatives then I can send you back there.'

Harry didn't even have to think, 'I'll come with you.'

'Very well Harry but listen to me first,' his white eyes narrowed, 'I am called Zorn, I am a devil from the underworld and I am the oldest and most powerful of my race. If you are truly set on coming with me, you will become a devil yourself, is that what you want? Think carefully, for there will be no going back.'

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Again Harry didn't hesitate, 'I don't want to go back there.'

'So be it.' A hand grabbed his shoulders and Harry suddenly felt as if he was melting as he fell towards the shadows, he felt like he was moving a hundred miles an hour. Then he found himself in the living room of Privet drive, right in the middle of the Dursleys dinner. His injuries were all completely healed.

Zorn wasted no time and quickly attacked all three of the Dursleys with black flames, incinerated them instantaneously. Harry let out a scream of terror and backed away.

'If you're going to be a devil, you're going to have to get used to having to kill sometimes.'

Harry could only manage a small nod while Zorn conjured a dozen or so black fireballs and set them loose about the house, which went up in smoke as they vanished. Zorn had wanted to do that for years and he finally got the chance and he enjoyed it. Harry had mixed feelings because he'd just seen his relatives killed but he was out of the house and free of them.

They appeared in a luxurious suite, where in the centre was a king sized bed, adorned in royal black and golden colours, silver draping covered the bed and the carpet and walls were a lustrous light blue. Fine paintings also hung from the walls and a desk was placed on one end of the room, with a few chairs seated around it. There was also a fireplace with a comfortable looking armchair in front of it. Two large widows adorned one of the walls and they led out onto a balcony and a small bookcase stood against the back wall.

'This is your room Harry, do you like it?'

Harry was speechless. This grand room was his, he'd never imagined that he'd ever have a room anything like this, and the bed, his own bed. For once in his life he could say that he was truly happy. He was brought out of his musings by his soon to be father.

'Anything you don't like, you can change.'

'No, no, I like it the way it is.' He wasn't lying, even if it was a smaller room with just a bed he'd be happy. He thought this was heaven, funny considering this was the underworld.

'Harry,' Zorn's face remained as expressionless as ever, 'I said I would make you my son and that is exactly what I intend to do so come here please.' Harry obeyed without hesitation. 'Now as I said before you will become a devil and I won't lie, this is going to hurt so you'll be sleeping it off for a few days, understand?' Harry nodded.

Neither said anything as Zorn raised his hand and calmly placed his index finger against Harry's head, who was suddenly engulfed by the light. Harry screamed out in pain as the light engulfed him and was he unable to move. It felt like his bones, nerves, and skin were being pulled apart and being burnt in a hot fire, and then being put back together, all at the same time. As this was happening, Harry saw black flames around him and as he looked down, he saw that the reason for the burning feeling was that he was in fact on fire. He saw his clothes burning away and his skin was also burning away, but it also grew back.

After what felt like forever, the pain had finally subsided, however, it only lasted for a few minutes before the pain began again. He was in pain again, although it wasn't as bad as before. The pain was down to his body growing, muscles toughening up and his hair getting longer. When this was all done, Harry felt very exhausted, like he could sleep for days, and with that he blacked out from all the pain that he had gone through.

Zorn looked down at his new son, assessing him, before putting him to bed. Harry would sleep until the strain of the change passed, then he would be trained.

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Harry awoke to a sore, dry throat and a blinding pain behind his eyes. He tried to groan but it came out as a pained cough instead. His every joint ached as he tried to sit up and his back refused to cooperate for a moment before he was able to struggle into a sitting position. The light was blinding for a moment before everything came into focus. As Harry started to reach for his glasses out of habit, he paused in shock, everything was crystal clear. He could see! He realised that he was in his bed and looking at his hand gave a startled cry. He saw his hands and was shocked that they were clawed and black, in fact all his skin was black.

He jumped out of bed and turned towards the mirror on his dresser. Wiping a hair out from in front of his eyes, he froze in shock while his jaw dropped. His face was now more like his adoptive father's, pointed ears stuck out of his black hair, which was now longer than before. He saw small horns coming from the side of his head, they were only two inches big. Harry caught sight of his eyes and was taken aback as his emerald eyes glowed with power.

He looked down at his feet and saw that the toes had also formed into a set of claws. A long appendage swayed into his peripheral vision, and Harry looked to see a tail, about two feet long with a spear tip. But the most startling thing was that he had wings. Growing from his back were a pair of black leathery wings edged with dark gold feathers.

Harry couldn't believe it, he had wings and as the shock was subsiding, his only thought was how bloody cool it was. Was he now able, if the wings worked as he hoped they did, to fly high in the sky? He had always dreamt of flying free through the sky, free of the Dursleys, with these wings he just might get his wish. He now firmly believed that agreeing to come here was the best decision of his life.

After spending a good half an hour looking at his new devil form, he wondered if he would ever look like his old human self again. As he was thinking this, he suddenly felt his body altering. It was an odd and slightly painful feeling, as his skin and bones were changing, becoming smaller, so that after a few seconds, he was looking at his old self in the mirror staring back at him. It wasn't exactly like his old body though, Harry was now in terrific shape. He had a tall, slender build, with toned muscles that were very appropriate to his age and best of all, his scar was gone.

'So you're up,' Harry jumped as he heard Zorn behind him, 'about time, it's been six days.'

Six days, Harry wondered, had he been asleep that long. He looked up at his new father's expressionless face, his eyes asking a question.

'You are now a devil my son,' Harry's face brightened at hearing him being called son, 'do not worry about sleeping much from now on. As a devil you are far superior in terms of magic and physical abilities than any mortal species, I shall explain more after you've had something to eat.'

After a meal, Zorn began to educate his new son on a few things. He decided to start by telling him about his birth parents and about magic in the human world. Needless to say that Harry was not happy when he heard about his family. OK, scratch that, he was pissed, which for an eight year old is saying something. They abandoned him because they wanted his brother to have all the attention.

'You mean they sent me away so I wouldn't be in the way of my brother, when I'm actually the one who beat this Voldemort.' He took a few deep breaths to calm himself.

'Yes my son, feel free to blame them if you wish but,' here Zorn's eyes narrowed, 'don't blame your sister for their crimes.'

That was something he supposed, he had a sister who was innocent of blame. What did she look like, if they met would she like him? He really didn't know what to think. But he would have to dwell on that later as Zorn had much to teach him. Since Harry is now basically a devil prince he must learn what that meant as well as the hierarchy of the underworld but first he needed an education, both on normal subjects and his new powers, and on devils in general. Oh boy was he in for a rough time. His father was a Master in all subjects and when he was done, Harry would be an expert at least. That was how the next two years was spent.

Zorn was a far more rigorous tutor than anyone and was well certified to pass on his knowledge to Harry. He taught his son very advanced stuff, most of which Harry grasped with little difficulty, from simple subjects and magic that humans used to their society itself. When he was explaining the history of the underworld, the Great War was mentioned as being a big part of how the devil society changed. Zorn however, thought of it as a few million devils, angels and fallen angels having a slap fight, not very troubling and a minor annoyance at best. They just happened to go to war while he was experimenting with a new creation and when it was destroyed because of their racket, he destroyed them. Over eight hundred million dead in less than a second, God and the Four Satan's among them. No one has dared go to war since, for fear of annihilation.

'You see my son, the war caused much death amongst devils and it didn't help when I eliminated them for annoying me, that our numbers took a hit. Kind of amusing when you think about it, a war that lasted for thousands of years with three different factions but only took a second to end.' Harry laughed a little at his father's musings, he was always so emotionless that it was good to see him express himself every once in a while. But seriously, eliminating over eight hundred million devils, angels and fallen angels in a second was both amazing and terrifying. Destroying God and the Four Satan's even more so. It spoke of his power, which became even stronger since assimilating their powers and knowledge.

'Now,' he said once he came out of his musings, causing Harry to return his attention to him, 'In order to replenish our ranks, the Evil Piece system was created. The Evil Pieces system was created to help replenish the number of devils after the Great War and it works by resurrecting recently deceased humans or other creatures, or by said human or creature willingly allowing it, into devils.'

He paused to make sure Harry understood so far before he continued. 'The Evil Piece System was based on the game of chess and there are a total of 15 pieces, 1 Queen, 2 Rooks, 2 Bishops, 2 Knights and 8 Pawns, these are given to high class devils, the King, as a peerage. These pieces are used to reincarnate other beings into devils and become servants of devils. The creation of the Evil Pieces eventually lead to the creation of the Rating Game which is used to measure a devil's strength and their standing in the underworld.'

'Have you ever had a Rating Game, father?' Harry asked, curious to know more about it.

'No, I have nothing to gain by it.' It was true, he was the most powerful of the devils.

They didn't always have these talks though, they would fly and Harry was supposed to go over everything he knew while being put through vigorous aerial manoeuvres to keep his mind and body in shape. Harry was trained to fight, use his powers in creative ways and work on his limited shape shifting.

They also conducted tests to see the extent of Harry's abilities and found that he was vastly more powerful than most other devils. The usual powers of a devil were also heightened to an absurd degree as he was much stronger than most devils, he could take a super powered punch to the face and get right back up. Harry was also unbelievably fast since he would be a blur to anything below a high class devil and his rate of regeneration was so high that it rivalled the house of Phenex and his powers would only grow as he matured. Kris thompson realtor.

This tended to be the way things went, every other day they would have some practical, enjoyable time that stretched Harry's abilities. The other times Harry was expected to learn and remember what he was taught but as Zorn made it fun, it was usually ok. What was focused on most was devil society and devils, angels and fallen angels in general, as the son of Zorn, Harry was expected to know this.

They made sure to cover the basics about devils, angels and fallen angels. They have practical infinite life spans to compensate for their low birth rate, they cease to age after maturity and maintain lifelong youth. They are physically and magically superior to any mortal race and they don't need much sustenance or sleep as they can easily go decades without water or nourishment but they still eat and sleep out of habit. Zorn though is the exception as he needs no nourishment or rest at all.

Devils can also communicate in almost any language and that ultimate class devils are the top of the social food chain, with high class devils and middle class devils following after that and with low class devils at the bottom. Harry was meant to memorise all this, as well as all the different clans and the unique abilities and stances of said clans.

That was Harry's life since he became a devil, for two long years he was educated from controlling his powers to underworld politics to the structure of the two other factions. As he learned about the human world, both the magical and mundane sides, he learned that, while pure blood means stronger power in terms of devils, in the human magical world it meant someone who had two magical parents. The pure bloods thought they were better than others because they could trace their ancestry back generations when all they were was a bunch of inbred idiots who were weaker in magic the those they call muggleborns.

Oh, how he wanted to eliminate them for their arrogance. If you're going to say you're better than others, at least have the muscle to back up that claim. Harry could afford to be because his power was well within the high class range and still growing.

His training was coming along well and Zorn finally decided it was time for Harry to leave the grounds for the first time. There was a party of sorts scheduled for later in the week so he decided to attend, he could just imagine the looks on everyone's faces when he arrived. Harry though would be kept secret so they could see their reactions first hand. Oh, he would be at the party but he would not be introduced as Zorn's son yet, Harry would be subtly smuggled to the party and then the fun would begin.

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In a great hall that held many occupants, there were two that were about to get the shock of their lives. In the midst of all the servants getting everything ready for the party, they would be receiving the great Devil Zorn, and that would put anyone on edge.

The two occupants were a man and a woman. The man was young and relatively handsome, looking to be in his early twenties with shoulder length crimson red hair and blue-green eyes. He was wearing an expensive suit that somehow still managed to look casual despite its obvious cost. Many could sense a barely restrained aura of power coming from him which put everyone further on edge.

The woman beside him was, there was only word for her, gorgeous. She looked to be in her early twenties with silver hair and matching silver eyes which combined with her near ethereal beauty made others underestimate her. Her hair seemed to flow all the way down to her back and featured a long braid on each side of her face with small blue bows at the ends, while the rest was let down, ending in twin braids. She was wearing a blue and white French maid outfit with long sleeves and a white maid headband over her head and wearing red lipstick and some flat shoes.

The woman lost the neutral look on her face as it was replaced with one of pure shock as she read the letter she was holding. She took off in a run to inform her husband of this development and what it could mean.

'Sirzechs!' she was practically screaming as she called him.

The red haired man, now identified as Sirzechs, smiled when he heard his beautiful wife. 'Please my dear Grayfia, there's no need to shout.' His smile faltered when he saw the look of panic on her face and that had him worried. Grayfia was an ultimate class devil, and a powerful one at that, anything that scared her warranted caution.

'What is it?' he asked.

'I'd think you'd want to take a look at this.' She said, handing him the letter.

He read it and went pale, 'is this real?' his voice shaking.

'Yes.'

'Then we had better make sure everything is perfect.' His voice still shaking as he wondered why Zorn would attend this ball when he hasn't been seen in over a thousand years. Sirzechs may be the king of the devils but Zorn is truly the most powerful.

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The day of the Ball had finally come round and Harry and Zorn were once more going over their 'game plan' for the event. Zorn would dramatically enter the hall and Harry would appear when everyone's attention was on Zorn. If all went well then Harry would be introduced as Zorn's son without incident, not that any devil was strong enough to challenge him, and if not then there would be an incident but one way or another Harry would be revealed today.

'This will be an interesting encounter father.' Said Harry as he adjusted his jacket, he was wearing simple suit for the ball, simple yet elegant.

'It will indeed.' Replied his father also wearing a suit but in his human form. The human form he chose looked like he would without his inhuman features. He resembled a young looking man, about thirty, over six feet tall, with lightly tanned skin and his usual hair style, his eyes remain the same as usual. 'You remember the plan?'

'You make a dramatic entrance, I get in when everyone is looking at you and we introduce me as you son before we leave.' He said in monotone.

'This is going to be a fun night, I haven't left here in a long time. Well I'm going to make a scene, try not to cause too much trouble.' His father said as he ruffled his hair.

'Father.' Harry glared as his father laughed before vanishing in a ball of black flames.

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In another part of the underworld a giant castle stood waiting. However unlike the castles of the mortal realms, which were made for defence, this one was made not only for defence but also for beauty and comfort with its fantastic gothic architecture. It was truly a master piece, a testament that spoke volumes of the skills of its creators.

It was at this castle where the ball was held, where Sirzechs and Grayfia were nervous and they had good reason to be. They had told nobody that Zorn would be attending the ball and hoped everything would be to his satisfaction. So far the hall was bustling with hundreds of high class devils, all in human form, all getting along and having a good time. They were hoping that nothing happened tonight that would incur Zorn's wrath, they assured themselves that no one here would be that stupid.

Just when they felt at ease a blaze of fire, pure black in colour, erupted from the floor, only to fade and reveal Zorn. The great devil looked around the now silent room. No one noticed Harry quietly appear by one of the tables in the corner.

Zorn smirked as he took in the occupants shocked expressions, they were all quite literally paralyzed with fear. 'It would appear that my entrance has left you all speechless, such a shame.' He sighed, 'I was looking forward to terrifying you into silence but that would be a bit redundant now, don't you think?'

A few of those in the room let out nervous laughs.

He almost chuckled, before he controlled himself. He arched an eyebrow as he took in the room. He smirked as he watched fear enter the eyes of those closest to him before making his way over to Sirzechs.

The chatter in the hall soon began to pick up again, with everyone whispering in hushed tones about why Zorn was there. Many theories were thrown around but no one could think of a real reason for him to be there. While all this was going on Harry decided to get some food from the buffet and met an interesting girl.

'Hello.' She seemed about one, possibly two years older than him, maybe eleven, twelve years old, with a light skin tone, red hair flowing down her back and intense blue-green eyes.

'Hello,' he replied, 'are you Rias Gremory?'

'Yes I am,' she said as she brushed hair out of her eyes, 'who are you?'

'Oh where are my manners, I'm Harrison but you can call me Harry.'

'Harry what?'

'Just Harry for now.' He smirked as he cocked his head to one side.

'Don't do that, stop looking so cute!'

Harry chuckled. 'Really Rias, you find me cute?' he clutched his cheeks in an overdramatic way, 'Oh, you're going to make me blush.' Harry just stood there, a smile on his face. 'You know,' said he playfully, 'If you liked me, you could have just said so.'

That was it as Rias growled and tackled Harry just as he was picking a slice of pizza from a plate, sending them both crashing to the floor. All noise in the hall immediately stopped and all eyes focused on the site of Rias Gremory kneeling on Harry's back with her hands around his throat, attempting to strangle him.

Sirzechs and Grayfia paled and rushed over to pry Rias off the unknown boy and hoping that this was not something that would aggravate Zorn.

'Let him go Rias,' pleaded Sirzechs, 'release him immediately.'

Rias puffed up her cheeks cutely at his words while still grabbing Harry's throat. 'I don't wanna!'

After finally managing to pry Rias of Harry, Sirzechs asked, 'Who are you here with or did you come alone.' He smirked at his own joke.

'Nah, I'm here with my father,' he replied.

'And who is your father?' Grayfia asked.

'A very tough teacher,' Harry once again replied, 'Well bye,' and he walked off leaving others shocked at his casual attitude towards the king of the devils.

Harry walked around the hall, seeing crest from houses he recognised from his teachings. He made sure to memorise the faces of who had which crest. He was also going over everything he knew about each of the families he saw. He was so wrapped up in this that he was literally knocked out of his thought when someone walked into him.

'Excuse me,' said a man young man who looked to be in his early 20's with short blonde hair and dark blue eyes. 'Are you going to apologise?' he asked, glaring at Harry.

Harry glared at him, 'Why should I, you walked into me' he said.

The blond man glared even harder at Harry, who was unaffected by it, his dad's was much much worse. 'Do you know who I am?!' His shouts had once again silenced the hall and everyone's attention was now on him and Harry.

'You don't know your own name,' Harry said, with a fake shocked expression, 'if you don't know it then try asking someone who does because I neither know nor care who you are.'

The blond was furious but still managed an arrogant smirk, 'I am Riser Phenex, of the house of Phenex and you will apologise for your insolence.'

'I am really starting to hate this guy' Harry thought, 'So you do know your own name, well good for you. Now do kindly go away, your attitude makes me want to bash your head into the ground.' Harry said, looking at Riser unconcerned.

Harry's response caused the whole hall to gasp while Zorn was looking at Harry and smirking. The main thought on everyone's mind though was, how could someone be that disrespectful to the house of Phenex.

Riser was not as quiet, 'You dare to speak to me that way. If you were of age I would challenge you but as you are not…'

'Hold it right there turkey breath,' interrupted Harry, again astonishing everyone with his attitude towards Riser, 'In case you didn't know, an underage devil may participate if challenged if their guardian consents.'

'And you think you guardian will give their consent?' Riser asked.

That earned him a grin from Harry that made everyone in the hall, save Zorn, very uncomfortable. No ten year old should be able to grin like that. 'Well I'll ask.'

He created a black fireball in his hand and hurled it at his father's face, much to the shock of everyone. Zorn was hit full in the face but just looked back, 'Yes my son?' he asks calmly.

Riser and the devils looked terrified but none of them moved. First, some kid threw a fireball at Zorn of all people and if that wasn't enough of a scare, Zorn called him his son, the underworld now had its biggest shock since the end of the war. Almost all of them were thinking along the same lines. What did this mean for the power structure of the underworld, would Zorn's son be indifferent to their affairs like his father or would he be active in society?

Sirzechs and Grayfia were wondering if this was the reason for Zorn's appearance, to reveal his son. They were the only ones who got it right.

Riser on the other hand was terrified. He talked down to the son of Zorn and now he was wondering if he would survive the night. For all he knew Zorn might kill him on principle alone and who knows what his son can do.

'This git,' Harry said, pointing at Riser, 'Wants to challenge me and I intend to accept but I require your permission first.'

Zorn looked at Riser before answering, 'Very well Harrison, you may accept his challenge. Attention everyone,' he shouted, getting everyone's attention. 'Riser Phenex has challenged my son and he has permission to accept. They will fight out on the front of the castle.'

After he said that everyone was suddenly in the front gardens of the castle, with all the devils looking shocked at what they saw in front of them. Zorn was creating highly complex barriers, not for him, to prevent the backlash from the fight from harming anyone while Riser and Harry were a bit further down on a raised platform.

'Don't worry. I'll go easy on you!' Harry said, smirking. Unlike Riser he had a very good grasp on his abilities as he trained every day.

His comment caused Riser to sneer even if he was still pale.

'The rules of the fight are simple,' Zorn stated, 'Rule one, first to be knocked out loses, Rule two, there are no other rules. Now fight!'

Immediately, Riser sent a violent tornado of fire at Harry, 'And I thought you were supposed to be tough,' he sneered, addressing the now flaming space where Harry had been.

A mocking laugh rose from the flames and Riser froze and paled as he ceased his fiery assault. Standing in the midst of the blackened and burning platform, one arm holding a ball of flame in his hand was Harry, who just stood there unaffected at all by the flames, grinning all the while.

The spectators watched in awe as Harry crushed the flame from existence before he quickly ran at Riser and punched him in the jaw. He then delivered a kick to his stomach, crushing some of his ribs and sending him crashing to the ground.

'Hey, still alive over there?' asked Harry with a smirk.

Answering his question, Riser pulled himself up, his face covered in blood. Somehow Harry had weakened his regeneration ability and that was not good as Riser tended to rely on that more than skill.

'Oh? Looks like you can still stand, good. I would have been disappointed if you'd died so easily.' said Harry, in an innocent voice.

This had the effect of making Riser rush at Harry and land a flaming punch on his jaw. Riser may have been a strong devil, quite a strong one in fact, able to level castles with his bare hands, but against Harry, who had been constantly trained by Zorn for two years, he was nothing. So when his fist connected with Harry's jaw the result was obvious, he broke his hand.

'That's all you've got?' he asked, simply, with a disappointed look on his face.

Harry saw many of the people were now openly gaping at him, making him sigh. If this was the strength of higher level devils then they were useless in a fight against him. With a grin, he looked at his shaking opponent.

'Now, it's my turn.'

The next second he vanished from sight, all that anyone could see was a black blur, before Riser was sent flying, courtesy of an uppercut from Harry but he hadn't finished yet. He appeared next to a flying Riser and axe kicked his spine, sending him crashing into the ground and making a large crater.

The mighty explosion that followed made it quite clear just how powerful Harry was and just how hopeless the fight was for Riser.

'Still alive, smart ass?' Harry called, smiling.

Everyone was gaping at the insane level of violence displayed by the boy who was Zorn's son. To think that a mere child had this much power, it was inconceivable. The smirked he had as the battered form of Riser limped out of the crater, his right arm and leg clearly broken and probably most of his ribs too by the look of him, was unnerving, to say the least.

He was brutal when he appeared before a broken Riser and sent him flying with a kick, the initial impact enough to shatter his spine and ribcage. Riser didn't get up again and Harry was declared the winner. That didn't surprise his father at all, who then gave a short speech.

'In case any of you were wondering,' he said to the still stunned spectators, 'I had originally wanted to introduce my son to society but as you can see, there were some complications. I do hope you will not judge my son based solely on this fight. Good bye.' Both he and Harry disappeared.