It's 1967 and Harry is tired of being that little religious boy who everyone makes fun of. Tired of God pretending not to hear him, he decides to take other reins in secret; How bad could it go if he turned to the Devil? How fast would he answer him...
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2003.
He didn't know exactly how he ended up there.
Hell wasn't a place he liked to be. Yes, it was Louis' workplace, and yes, he would always be welcome. He even had his own throne, but still, nothing managed to attract him. He assumed it would be for all the souls who spoke to him, begging him to take them away, making his mind a mess.
But that day he needed it.
The doors of the corridor in which that long, endless line of souls stood open. The demon who had been laughing and mocking -basically doing his job- stilled at the powerful presence, and it was as if the souls had awakened because all those who were there looked at the door behind them.
Death took a step, and he looked... deadly, literally. His entire wardrobe was completely black: he wore short boots, tight, leather-like pants, a light shirt inside his pants, and up to his neck, embroidered with lace at the ends. He wore a long coat, which was a mixture of raincoat and cape, with his short hair, and scythe firmly in his hand.
His expression was serious, and he didn't look really scary, for not only was his height hadn't changed, but he exuded plenty of tranquility, but the problem with the demons there was that he also exuded a lot of power, and they knew that if he wanted to he could annihilate them.
He scanned around with his green eyes before starting to walk slowly along the side of the line, his scythe hitting the ground with every step and his boots resounding.
He passed the demon bowing before him, and nearly entered the doorway that would lead to the dungeon, but stopped. It was only a few seconds before he turned, looked at the poor souls in the line, who had been there many years before he was immortal, and then turned his gaze to the demon, who didn't look him in the eye.
—I'm going to take them all. —He just said and snapped his little fingers down the long sleeve of his coat.
All the bodies in the line collapsed in place, making a sudden, unison sound, and soon they deteriorated, leaving only a lot of dust in the place. Harry sighed, satisfied before he looked again at the demon, who was clearly holding back his fury.
