Song of the Chapter: Thistle and Weeds- Mumford and Sons I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones Let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made
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- IT IS A DARK HALL THAT Harry was walking in, with cracked tiles and peeling walls that have become homes for strange insects. It had the stench of rotten bodies and booze emerging from each cell that you pass by. The Forbidden Dungeon isn't somewhere you would want to spend your time in.
But here lied someone that held more knowledge than God himself.
As soon as Harry's omega was carried away, weak and confused, to the Locus once again, Harry dropped The-Man-With-The-White-Coat to the floor all at once. Looking down at the body with a disgusted look. But he knew he couldn't stay here long to just attack the body,
Harry now has found the omega he has been searching for over a century and he craves answers.
The lit torch was almost pitiful, it's soft gleam unable to accomplish an illusion of light. But it seemed that Harry's footsteps let out more of a strong illumination than any fire could ever. Powerful and electric. Intimidation lingered with every sharp tap.
Screams and curses were spat at the alpha, locked up and caged prisoners pleading for their liberation, while others were threatening if anything else was to be done otherwise. But their endless shouts took no effect on the king, who had one goal he aimed to accomplish here.
"Your majesty," a guard bowed once Harry had reached the entrance of a large cave-like opening, if possible, it was even more ebony than the whole dungeon itself. It radiated power yet death.
"Open the gate, I wish to see Rabidus." Harry spoke, the name echoing throughout, everyone growing quiet through great fear. For that name has not been spoken for decades.
The guard gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing low and back into place, jaw clenching.
"My king, surely you know w-" the guard started, attempting to reason with such a ludicrous request.
"Are you denying me, Beta?" Harry's voice was like a snake, slithering closer to the man's ear, ready to bite and inject it's venom with one wrong move.
"No, my king." The guard says, voice ready to crack.
"I am an impatient man, surely you are aware of that, correct?"
"Yes, my king."
"Then Beta, open the gate." Harry paused with each word spoken, his red eyes growing darker.
