𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦

Chapter 44 - Mordred

Chapter 44

3rd POV

Mordred

Harry glared at the man standing before him, his jaw clenched as he noticed the sword held in the man's grip.

'That's excalibur.' Arthur snarled.

Harry's eyes widened as he read the word engraved in the blade.

Mordred noticed this.

"Oh? So, you know of the artifact which I wield? You know its history then?" The reborn tyrant asked, his head cocked to the side as he regarded Harry.

Harry ignored the question as he narrowed his eyes.

"Why did you kill her?" He asked, his gaze falling to the hdead blue-blooded woman for a moment before returning to Mordred.

The man released a slight chuckle and a shrug.

"She refused me my right." He replied as he raised excalibur in front of him, inspecting the blade, turning it blue blood dripped down over the crosspiece onto his gloved hand.

The man wore a suit of armor, much like the dementor knights in design. Though it was worn over a dark leather, probably dragonhide, tunic. The armor covered most of his body, leaving his face to be the only visible skin. Up close to the man, Harry realized that he was large, easily over six feet and built like a castle- solid strong.

With excalibur in Mordred's hands, Harry was certain he couldn't defeat the man in single combat. Which left Harry in a tight spot, his mind racing as he tried to find a way to get Excalibur away from the man, then it might be an even fight.

"It has remarkable balance, you know. I can feel the power running through me, I feel more alive with this in my hand than I ever did. It is no wonder why my uncle was almost unstoppable while wielding it." Mordred continued his examination of the sword, ignorant of Harry's mind racing.

Mordred finished his examination of the mighty sword adn turned his gaze to Harry, cocking his head to the side. Harry's jaw clenched at how relaxed the man was in his presence, and Fleur beside him.

"I recognise you from somewhere, child." He mused before recognition lit his eyes a moment later.

"You were at the British ministry when I encountered the mongrel wizard lord."

Mordred narrowed his eyes then he smiled, but Harry saw it more like a cat toying with its next meal.

"I was surprised you killed a few of my knights, very impressive."

The traitorous reborn King ignored Fleur entirely as he focussed on Harry, an intrigued expression on his face.

"Why are you in the bowls of this ruined kingdom, young one? What makes you so comfortable to stand before me with little more than a half breed whore by your side?"

Harry's narrowed eyes blazed, never leaving the other man. Mordred's long black hair hung down on his shoulders and a cruel glint shone in his gaze.

An animal-like growl escaped Harry before he clamped down on his emotions with his occlumency.

"Why did you kill so many people? What did they ever do to you? Why murder a whole city?" Harry snarled, unable to contain his rising anger.

The crimson armored man laughed; his smile wide as he watched Harry anger.

"I did it because I wanted to, boy. I am the rightful King of Britain and with excalibur in my hands, there are none alive who can stop me." Mordred's eyes glowed a faint red as the man drew his magic to himself.