You Made Me What I Am

Chapter 17: Life in the Clan

At first Harry had thought he would never adapt to the clans of the Incubi who lived outside of the modern world. As months passed and he remained there to live and to train; he slowly saw the genuine simplicity in it, and it was a beautiful and remarkable thing.

The clan was like one big family of odd incubi from everywhere and placed into the clan. Those with blood ties from the birth of the clan took those they found outside of one and sheltered them. In the Hellfire clan specifically, only Tanek and Kaia had that kind of ties to it besides him. However, Harry had been born outside of the clan despite his blood founded it, and so caution was always wise.

Life there was normal for once. He honestly couldn't say whether or not he'd enjoy being normal anymore like he used to dream of being. Every day was like a new trial of his will and patience, but it also had its more mundane tasks and circular routines that made time pass too even if it seemed like a waste of time itself.

He had learned of the customs to the clan and its history from both Kaia and Shara. They had educated him about all of this because they felt it was important for him to know why the first Lord Peverell had founded the clan, but then left to the outside of it and left it to the care of his second born when old enough.

Merlin had tried to ease the first Lord Peverell's blood by adopting him after tragedy struck his family outside of the clan. The blood had ignited dangerously and it was believed that Merlin harbored traits of the clan, but not the power to fully transition despite his power as wizard.

It was theorized by more than several of the clan scholars over several generations of research that Merlin was already so powerful among the wizards that perhaps the blood felt no need to empower him more. The ritual only half worked they way it was meant to; the first Peverell lord was eased and stabilized, but the blood gave only better senses and intuition to Merlin. It did not increase his magical talents or physical combat skills.

Nor did it allow him to transition into an Incubus; as would have been per normal.

Harry had also learned of their ritualistic customs and how to perform them if needed. Such as the rite of the deceased and how to honor the body when burying it.  Things that all leaders of the clans knew but did not always exercise every day. Harry had considered Tanek's offer heavily as he continued to stay there; the benefits of him becoming the leader for the clan in due time was not something he could just shove aside.

From Kaia; he had trained in their versions of healing and knowing how to best use the regenerative abilities that the Incubi body healed itself amid combat were known for. Harry's own regenerative abilities had astounded Kaia; they were on almost equal par to his offensive might, which was more than slightly abnormal.

The process for learning all of this had been arduous; considering that he usually did this training after returning battered from his other training. But Kaia saw promise in him for this; though he definitely excelled better with offensive magic.

Tanek's training had shown them this and to the clan now as well. Harry had trained hard and he had earned respect among those who protected the clan as the militant forces. He had garnered their trust and more respect from them when he saved Kaia from a creature in the forest when she had been gathering herbs.

She was fortunate he had been nearby and was able to aid her.

Harry's mind was now more sharp and focused when in pressing situations. He was able to use his senses to allow warnings to the clan and his skill-set in dual daggers had far exceeded the human training he underwent before.

Now, he was what the Incubi call "Nethemari" or "Blood Warrior" and he was not to be tested anymore. Harry had all but superiorly surpassed Tanek's expectations and the poison he had expected the boy to eventually succumb to had all but left his system.