Lost Hope

Hate.
It seemed to be the strongest emotion he felt these days. Hate
towards his relatives,Voldemort, Bellatrix LeStrange, and most of all
the headmaster Albus-fucking-Dumbledore. He was once again forced to
return to his hated relatives home; For the sake of some stupid
bloody wards that did little to protect Harry within the house. He
was currently laying a pool of his own blood in his bedroom at Number
four privet drive. A place that was supposed to be safe!

His
uncle hadn't taken being ordered around by the order well and had
been taking to beating Harry every night. He had been unable to
defend himself properly since his uncle had snapped his wand and
broken Harry's legs and his left arm. He left the right unharmed so
that Harry could write his customary letter to the order every three
days.

This
night his uncle had gone to far and stabbed Harry a few times with a
knife in hopes that it would drain him of his magic. Ha stupid
muggle Harry thought as he said
this. Unfortunately he had hit a major artery and some organs so
there Harry laid struggling to remain alive when heard a powerful
ethereal voice in his head. One that would forever change his
everyone else's lives.

'Give
in to your hate...give in to your desires....Let me save
you...embrace me...embrace the light and the darkness inside you...'

'No I will never
give in, never!...I cant' He replied wearily

'Don't
be foolish, you are not long for this world. I can save you. Make you
stronger...more powerful...better'

'I don't know...'

'You
must decide quickly...hurry before you die...'

'Fine...
I accept...I'll give in...just help me.'

And so the ended
Harry James Potter, boy-who-lived, and last hope for the light and
darkness.

Harry was forcibly
thrown into the Demon Realm where he would spend close to ten
thousand years. His transformation was immediate and very painful.
His body stretched, wings sprouting out his back. His muscles
expanded and his bones hardened like steel and his eyes lost their
pupils, turning completely green, seemed to glow with power. His skin
turned a forest green color and his hair fell down past his
shoulders. His teeth elongated and turned into fangs made for tearing
flesh and meat, his hands and feet clawed.

He
used the time here to train and develop his demonic powers and magic.
He discovered an ancient and powerful sword called Scavenger.
It sucked the soul out of it's
victim, absorbing their power, skills, abilities, and memories; it
could also replicate the feelings of a dementor. He killed a demon
named Nefros that wore
a symbiotic suit that was pure black. It prevented physical attacks
from getting through and helped protect against magical attacks. It
could be worn on the outside or inside of the skin. He almost didn't
make it through that fight but luckily Scavenger helped save his
life. The fed off the physical remains of Harry's victims and
Scavenger took care
of the rest.

He discovered his
natural demonic abilities came in the form of lightning elementalism
and acidic blood. He was finally able to take his human form after a
thousand years. He stood an impressive 6'6, almost entirely muscle.
His hair changed from it's normal ebony to a silver-white. He had a
single black slash on either side of his face, and red eyes.
Eventually he was able to control the changes in his body so he
became a natural metamorphmagus.

He worked his way
through the entire demon realm establishing his empire and destroying
all those who opposed him. He even slew the descendant of the dog
demon Sesshomaru, and stole the sword Tenseiga from him. He had the
balance with his swords, one caused death, the other could grant
life. He had yet to find any demons in the demon realm worthy or even
capable of producing him an heir. He had his servants build him a
palace made entirely of jade and white marble. It stood higher than
the largest mountain in the human realm and took over 500 years to
build.

He
was more powerful and had learned more than he could have ever
thought possible. He now knew it was time to return to the human
realm again. He gathered his belongings, making sure to be wearing
the suit, which normally never came off. He sent his sword and
belongings into a pocket dimension so he could retrieve them any time
but not have to carry them. He slipped on a put on a pair of emerald
green robes that flowed life fire across his body. He lifted the hood
of his robe and

Looking around at
the place he called home for so many years he opened a portal back to
the human realm and jumped through...