Harry Potter and the Berserker

Chapter 72 God of the Abyss

Disclaimer- Harry Potter is owned by J. K. Rowling and Berserk is owned by Kentaro Miura. I own nothing.

"You have a report for me?" it was a question, but one to which he already knew the answer. The swirling, twistedness of Rakshas black cloak and bone-white mask emerged from the shadow his white stallion cast down.

"Of course, your Highness," Rakshas spoke with a near-impossible bow of his neck from beneath that cloak of his. He eyed the shadowy apostle from the very corner of his eye, considering if it was meant as an insult given the disaster from earlier in the day. He ignored any slight for the time being and nodded for the apostle to continue. "Those remaining have gathered at the Tower of Rebirth. Those with the staffs have taken to barricading themselves inside while the remaining humans have taken defense outside. Kuhehe!" Rakshas laughed with high octane. "If they actually intend to fight it'll be death by suicide, wouldn't you agree?"

"Their deaths are insignificant; their lives, forfeit. They should have known that meddling in Falconia's affairs would only end in one definitive way." He had given them the benefit of the doubt, he did not have to let their child visit every full moon. They had been warned and they had not heeded his words. The fault was all their own, and yet... he could not find it in his power to hate them for this.

It was unavoidable. This is just the way of things, the flow causality has meandered along the bank. They never learn. They will just continue to make the same mistakes over and over again until their bones are but dust blowing in the wind. Just how many fights had they been involved in since his rebirth into this world from their child? They are just meant to struggle. The brand upon their bodies is the token to be paid. And just as they are meant to fight, to extinguish, I am meant to end, to rule. That was the last thought in his head, the idea, and ambition that I was birthed from.

"What about the Black Swordsman?" he inquired. "Where is he?"

"Ah," Rakshas shifted in his cloak. "He isn't with the rest of them just yet. It seems like he got a little held up taking a bath. The blood will be a pain to wash out, I'm sure."

Grunbeld approached him from the left, many of his apostle units had already unleashed their demonic forms while Grunbeld stood tall in his dragon armor. "His armor will make him a formidable foe to any of our comrades who stand against him." Grunbeld knelt before his horse and even then he was almost at eye level with him. "Hawk of Light, will you do me the honor of letting my division go and face this menace in battle?"

"I will not." Grunbeld looked up at him. "A mad dog is a mad dog, what matters is the one holding the leash. Going after him will overextend our lines. We move to where we know their main concentration to be; the Tower of Rebirth. Captain Zodd and his forces stand in his way as is. Let our best fighter have his fun."

Rakshas chuckled behind his mask. "He had his fun alright. He had a smile on his face right up until the very end. If only his underlings could have felt the same - their faces would look much more at peace for the eternal hell that awaits us."

"Zodd has... perished?" Grunbeld asked in stunned disbelief. "He... must have fought bravely until his very end. All of his fights over hundreds of years to now... we will avenge his passing! I will deliver a hundred blows of righteous fury to those who oppose us in honor of all of the fallen apostles!" Grunbeld's already deep and booming voice expanded with his very being as steam encased his body as the dragon armor he wore became what it was named after. A fire burned from within the crystalline dragon's mouth as his fellow titan apostles gave cheers of agreement.