INNOVATOR; Ch 38: The Peace before Calamity

Author's Note: Hello there, this is chapter 38 of INNOVATOR. I really hope you will like it.

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Author Out!

“I am Talking.” 

‘I am Thinking’

Spells

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The calm before storm.

~Derek Landy 
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“I am Talking.” 

‘I am Thinking’

Spells

INNOVATOR

-Dev Sagittarius Black

~~Chapter 38: The Peace before Calamity~~

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“What do you think, Harry?” Dumbledore asked the boy as the two mages sat in the Headmaster’s office. Overlooking the Hogwarts grounds where Hagrid and a few others were working hard to set up the last of the defenses for the third task that was set for tomorrow. 

Dumbledore had called the Innovator into his office to ask his views regarding something that they had found two days ago near the Black Lake, and an additional request regarding the safety of the champions. 

The media hadn't been alerted yet, but the British and Bulgarian Ministry as well as the professors of the Durmstrang institute knew about the passing of their Highmaster. 

Igor Karkaroff had been found dead in his office on the Durmstrang ship, and no one knew how that had happened. The dead body had been immediately portkeyed back to Bulgaria where it would drop it inside the ministry so that they could investigate the cause of his death. The students will be told about it once the Third Task is over, and then they will be sent back via the ship. 

The Headmaster had been worried that it might be the work of Voldemort who was punishing Karkaroff for his treachery. Harry didn’t want to believe it at first, but if it was true, then that meant Tom had someone else inside Hogwarts who might try to mess with them just because it would please the dark wanker.

“You want me to overwatch the entire task?” Harry asked him. “You do know that if Alan somehow wins then people might not take well to it? They’ll assume that I had a bird’s eye view of the entire thing and that I helped my brother secure an easy victory.” 

“And when have you cared about what others think, Harry?” The old man smiled. “The Harry Potter I remember did what he wanted, he wasn’t a people pleaser… or did that change?” 

“You know your words won’t affect me the way they affect others.” Harry shook his head. “Also, I am still the same. I don’t care what a man says unless he achieved something in the field he is talking about, but my brother does, and he has worked really hard for surviving this tournament, the accusations — no matter how false — would just blemish that.” 

Dumbledore sighed, he didn’t know what to say to that, he knew that the boy was telling the truth and it actually made his heart swell when he saw how Harry was supporting his brother for once. It had always pained him when he felt the animosity between the two Potters, and to see them finally getting together was heartwarming. 

But the safety of champions was far more important than the brotherly bond, or the defamation that one might suffer at the hands of the general populace. 

“We will publicly scan you, your wand will be the only thing that you will have and it will only be pulled out at the time of specific need when you need to protect a champion. Of course, once you do that, the Champion will be immediately pulled out of the tournament.” The Headmaster nodded.

“But my wand is all I need, sir,” Harry pointed out. “I already have the Hallows with me all the time, and a wizard only needs a wand to do the impossible.”

“Harry…” The elder mage sighed. “I—”

“Albus, if I may?” The Portrait of Armando Dippet spoke from behind him, and continued when Dumbledore nodded, “Harry, you have to understand that right now we are facing something called a ‘rat’. There is someone who is Voldemort’s spy, and we know that they will try to sabotage the task, their aim would of course be either you, or your brother. Are you getting my point?” 

Harry nodded. 

“Many great empires had come to an end because of a very small rat, Harry, and you or even Albus aren’t that different. You two aren’t infallible, and it would be better if you understood that now rather than later after accidentally committing a few mistakes that would scar you for life.” He pointed at Dumbledore who looked down in shame. “So, all we ask of you is to just fly around as an extra pair of eyes, the champions would only have their wands with them; and once the task is over, you can easily step down and rejoin everyone else. Right, Albus?” 

Dumbledore immediately took up from there. “Indeed. And you being present in the second task because you wanted the showballs to work perfectly is a pretty good excuse that could be used once more. No one would say anything against the owner taking the initiative to supervise that his product works throughout the task that it is being used to feature across the globe.” He ran a hand through his long beard. “So, what do you say, Harry?” 

The Apprentice of Death looked at the two men, one who sat in front of him and the other who was in the portrait, and then, with a resigned sigh, he nodded. “Alright, but I won’t keep on flying above the maze, sir, I’ll just be on stand-by, ready to arrive the moment something happened.” 

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“Invenire.” 

“Someone is waiting for you, Mr. Potter.” Marcus, his guardian portrait bowed, as the door to his suite opened and Harry stepped inside to find Daphne sitting in the living room sofa with a book on arithmancy in her hand.

“Daphne?” 

The blonde goddess looked up, and her face instantly lit up like a Christmas tree as she placed the book on the reading table and sauntered to where he stood. She gave him a tight hug, relaxing almost immediately as his strong arms came to hold her. 

“What happened, Daph?” He asked her, holding the girl close to his chest. “You alright?” 

She nodded, “I am, I –well, there’s something that I needed to tell you.” She hesitated a bit before going through with it, “I….might’ve created some problems for you.” She didn’t dare look at him as she tried to muster her courage.

“What happened?” He asked her again, slowly releasing his hold on her waist as he tilted her face towards him. 

“Well, Tracey was going all gaga over my ‘love-life’, and Tori said something about us not looking good together, I mean I knew she was just baiting me but when it comes to you, I somehow forget all the lessons dad taught us about politics and controlling ourselves.” She blushed, at the way his emerald pools sparkled when he heard that. 

“So, we had a verbal spat, and- and I don’t know how but Tori said something about telling our parents, and I challenged her to do it, and…” She sighed. 

“And?” Harry repeated, “Did Astoria tell Lord and Lady Greengrass?” 

“...promise me you won’t be angry?” Daphne gave him her best puppy-dog look, complete with the slightly protruded bottom lip and teary blue eyes. 

“I won’t.” 

“Tori sent a letter to them, and that little squirt didn’t even tell me about it! Can you believe that, Harry?” She looked in his eyes, trying to find some sort of reassurance which he did with another nod. “Well, I received a letter this morning, apparently mom and dad are coming to Hogwarts tonight. The school has arranged for champions to meet with their parents and mine, well… they wanted to meet you.” 

Harry raised his eyebrow and asked her, “And you’re telling this to me now? Really, Daphne?” He sighed in exasperation. “You know how important it is to meet your partner’s parents, right? I would like to make a good impression on them.” 

“They love you already!” She held his face in her hands. “You are the one guy that my dad likes. Remember when he was willing to sell Greengrass properties to sponsor you most? He even has news clippings of almost all your inventions in his study, and mom adores you like the son she never had. You don’t have to—”

“But this is different, Daphne,” Harry said, “Lord Greengrass admires my mind as ‘The Innovator’ and we share profit, and I’ve only ever met Lady Greengrass in ministry balls. I don’t think either one of us ever thought that one day — because of a certain stubborn beautiful girl — we’d end up calling each other family. It is a big deal, at least for me it is.” He nodded. “I’d not be meeting my benefactor but my possible father-in-law tonight and you’re only telling this now.”

Daphne looked down from his face, she couldn’t even lean on him because it was him who she had mistakenly hurt. “Sorry, Harry,” she mumbled, “I didn’t know Tori would actually do that, we never spoke about it so I thought that she would’ve left the topic alone and moved on from it. But you don’t have to worry about it, I’ll tell them that you are too busy — you always are — so they wouldn’t be able to-”

“No!” He screamed, alarming her. “I- I mean, what’s done is done right? And I’d have to meet them one day anyway, so it’s better to get things done as soon as possible. Also, I don’t think it’d be considered good if the guy who wished to become part of their family wouldn’t even meet them when they came all the way just for that.” 

“But, I can…”

“Don’t worry.” He gently patted her back over her Hogwarts robes. “We will meet them tonight, alright?” 

The girl gave a small smile and nodded happily.

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The wooden benches slowly started to fill as students, journalists, ministry officials and parents or guardians started to take their seats in front of the living maze that had been built after months of hard labor. 

The walls of the maze were made of thick overgrowth of special plants that worked through magic, they were almost ten feet in height and moved on their own to further confuse the champions who stepped in it. 

Adding further hurdles to the final task, several creatures of the dark — not too harmless, of course — had been strategically placed inside the maze around the Triwizard trophy to challenge the champions. The goal was to get to the trophy before others and to avoid as many obstacles as possible. 

The champions had been given the evening to spend time with their family and close ones, after which they would be called out for a photoshoot before they were to meet all the important officials of different ministries, including Minister Fudge, who had decided to grace Hogwarts for the third task and cheer for their champions.

Surprisingly enough, the second in-command of Durmstrang who had been responsible for the students had taken Karkaroff’s place quite smoothly, and had told everyone that the Highmaster had been summoned by the School’s board to resolve some really important issue. For some reason, the students hadn’t even batted an eyelash to this and had played it as if they already knew this would happen someday. 

Something about this seemed quite fishy to Harry, but  at that moment he was a bit occupied with other things. 

The boy was using this opportunity to stay as far away from the journalists or the ministry officials as he could. After all there was no real need to meet with them unless he needed something from them. In fact, if it was left to him then he would rather leave all of this to his P.A. Sirius, who did all the smooth talking, and partying with the officials, something that the Lord Black especially took pleasure in. 

Harry was watching his godfather talk with the French External Affairs minister when all of a sudden he was turned forcefully by his shoulders, and a soft body slammed into him, engulfing him in a warm hug as his vision was covered in rich deep black locks that were carefully braided together in a delicate hairstyle and a sweet aroma of lavender wafted around him.

He looked down at the woman who was hugging him and gave a small smile. “Good evening, Lady Greengrass.” His hands came up to hug her back. “You are as gorgeous as always.” 

The woman got a tint of red on her cheeks as she hugged him tightly for another second before releasing him, holding his arms in a tight grip. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me by my name, Harry?” She frowned, even though he could easily see her beautiful smile. “You don’t think of me as a stranger, do you?” 

“Not at all, but I think calling you by your name would be rude.” 

“You are practically like my son!” She said, exasperatedly. “Not by blood, of course, but does that really matter? That means you can call me by my name, okay? We have known each other for like, what, almost five years now? What will I have to do to get you to agree to the one thing I want?”

“Hmmm…” He made a faux thinking pose before smiling. “How about another batch of your wonderful chocolate cookies? I loved those fruit & nut ones as well.” 

“For that you will have to visit us again, Mr. Potter.” She narrowed her eyes. “I have invited you so many times, and all I received was a polite decline because you were too busy. You know I had half a mind to come to Hogwarts and pull you away during the yule, but then Daphne — oh shit!” Her eyes widened and she looked back hurriedly. 

“There you are!” 

Lord Cygnus Greengrass was walking towards them with both of his daughters in tow; Daphne was a few steps behind him, exasperatedly looking at her mother who was blushing sheepishly while Astoria was pouting.

“Lord Greengrass.” Harry dipped his head in respect, and he smiled when he received the same from the elder man. 

“You know, one of these days I wouldn’t stop Anastasia from coming to Hogwarts, and strangling you till you agreed to call us by our names like we want you to.” They chuckled and shook hands while Daphne went for her mom who was standing beside Harry.

“Hello, sweet mother of mine.” 

“Daph—” 

“Your daughters are completely fine, you did well in rushing off to find Harry as if he was about to disappear in the next moment,” the Greengrass heiress jibed. “I am so thrilled to learn that my mother would forget her own daughters—”

“And her husband, don’t forget me,” Cygnus piped in, consciously ignoring his wife’s glare.

“ —and her husband so easily when she meets someone that she considers her son.” She gave a tight smile. “It truly warms my heart.” 

“Oh, c’mon!” Anastasia huffed. “I was just missing him too much, and it’s not like you three were lost. I knew you were right behind me.” 

“Obviously.”

“What was that, Toria?” 

The youngest of the Greengrasses feverishly shook her head. “Nothing at all, mom. I was just talking to myself.”

“Talk softly, dear. Sometimes it seems like you are being sarcastic with your mother.” 

“Really? I would never—” 

“Alright! Alright!” Cygnus interrupted the two with a wave of his hand as Daphne left his side and went towards her boyfriend, quickly hooking her arm in the crook of his elbow. “Now, we were invited for a specific reason, right, lad? What is this I am hearing about you still not telling my daughters about our permission to court Daphne?” 

Before Harry could have replied, Daphne chose the moment to interrupt them, “You what now?!” She asked, surprised and turned to the boy. “You had their permission?” 

“I did.” He smiled. “You really think I wouldn’t tell the two people who are almost my family about my wishes regarding their daughter?”

“But- but…” She looked at her mom, who was smirking proudly, “Your letter said something about being ‘astonished’ and what not. Why?” 

“That would be Harry’s doing,” Anastasia replied, giggling. “When Toria’s letter came, we sent one to Harry, asking as to why he hadn’t told either of you about it. He said he forgot about it, but that gave him a good opportunity to play a small prank on the two of you.” She looked at Cygnus. “And we were all too happy to be on board.” 

“So…all this…” Daphne murmured. “You were pranking me?! Do you know how stressed out I was throughout the day? I even fought with that useless brat!” She pointed at Astoria and they ignored her indignant ‘HEY!’.

“It was quite funny to watch you walk around the suite muttering curses and threats, Lady Greengrass had even asked for my memory regarding that.” He laughed. “Take it as my attempt to level the grounds for all those times you pulled me into classrooms.” 

“That- that wasn’t–”

“You pulled him into abandoned classrooms?” Anastasia asked her daughter. “Is this how we raised you, Daphne? Pulling the poor boy like he was some toy of yours.” 

“He wouldn’t meet with me, mom,” Daphne glowered. “Always in his books or his room, this one. I had to find ways to get him to talk to me.” She shrugged. “You were a real menace, you know. I don’t think any girl would go that far for her boyfriend.” 

Harry just smiled, his arm smoothly went behind her as he held her waist. “I am glad you did, you are one of the best things to happen to me,” he whispered in her ear, his green eyes glowing with emotions as he leaned in to kiss her cheek.

And just like that, all of Daphne’s anger evaporated instantly. The girl blushed when she heard her mother coo as her dad laughed loudly while her sister smiled at them. 

This was perfect, and she could readily imagine herself living happily like this for the rest of her life.

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Harry was working with the large white screen that would show them the champions as they went about their tasks, turning the specific runes that would switch it on and connect it to the Showballs, he had already tagged the four champions and the timer for the change in screen time had been set to two minutes since the third task didn’t have a particular time duration. 

The white screen lit up immediately and the first thing that came to view was the photographs from the Triwizard ceremony that had been held a few minutes ago where the judges had finally revealed the luminescent blue glass trophy that would be placed with the school that won the Tournament. 

After that, the judges, various officials from the different ministries around the world and lastly, the four champions stood around the trophy for a small photo-session. Then, they had been called for another small talk with the officials before the task would start. 

“Harry?” 

The boy turned to look at his younger brother who — with months of rigorous training — had lost some of his baby fat and looked more like Harry than he had ever before. Still, the boy’s red hair, and chocolate brown eyes as well as the smattering of freckles around his nose and cheeks were distinguishing enough for the two to be recognised separately. 

Harry had even used his ‘Eye-cure’ potion on Alan after the second task that had worked well since the boy didn’t need his glasses anymore, and the infamous lightning bolt scar on his forehead had reduced to a small jagged line after months of healing. 

“Yes, Alan?” He released his wand that went inside the holster as he neared the boy. “Problems?”

“None.” The boy-who-lived shook his head in negative, “I– well…today each of the champions met their families, and… well, I did meet the Weasleys, they are kinda my family as they have looked after me ever since… well, you know what.” The boy sighed. “But they’re not my family. I mean, they are, but they aren’t, you know? What I am trying to say is that I just—”

“I know.” The Innovator nodded. “Come, walk with me.” He turned back in a random direction, one that was opposite to the public and the lapping wolves that made up the ministers of magical governments.

The two Potters walked in silence for some time, neither saying anything to break the comfortable peace that had settled between them, content to enjoy the chirping of cicadas and the aroma of wet soil that wafted around them. They could sometimes hear the strange cries of beasts that infested the maze, but Alan was confident enough in his skills that he could face any single one of them. 

“Do you think mom would have supported me?” Alan asked him, breaking the silence as they stopped at a point which overlooked the forbidden forest. “My name in the Tournament, and then… Well, all that has happened in the last few years. You think mom would have agreed to it? What about grandma?” 

Harry nodded. “Mom loved us more than anything in the world, Alan. She would have not only supported us but also fought off anyone else who would have dared to badmouth you, same goes for our grandma Rea. You were the apple of her eyes, sometimes I thought she loved you more than me, but then later I realized that she just knew I would one day understand why. And I did, even though it took me some time.”

“Why?” 

“Because you, my brother, are the youngest of us all.” He smiled. “The youngest, and therefore the one who is supposed to have a childhood free from the terrors that they had suffered due to the war. I wasn’t much older back then, so I don’t know either. Hell, I barely remember grandpa and dad, but I do remember mom and grandma talking about them. How brave they were, and how they fought off Voldemort and the Death Eaters.” 

“But—”

“And they loved me the same, they didn’t differentiate between us.” Harry nodded. “Yet, they knew that one day I would have to be the elder Potter, the one who will be taking care of our family, the one who will have to make sure that our future remains bright and our family is safe from all the harm and danger.” He added, “What neither of us knew was that the time might come so soon.” 

They were silent again, each of them lost in their memories as they remembered their mother and grandma. Their smiles, the way they would laugh when either of the male Potters did something stupid, their mother’s lullabies that she sang them to sleep and their grandma’s bedtime stories that were sometimes funny and sometimes taught them valuable lessons regarding their family as well as life. 

“What did she look like?” The youngest whispered, his eyes a bit misty from the avalanche of emotions. “On her last day in that tower… How did our mother look?”

Harry didn’t even have to think about his answer to that particular question. He had thought about it for years himself, replaying their last moments together repeatedly in his head as he tried to feel his mother’s presence a moment longer than he had been allowed by Death. He looked up at the clear night sky, sprinkled with the twinkling stars that shone brightly above them. The large round slightly golden moon with a reddish tinge around it, beautifully bathing them in its soft merciful glow. 

“Beautiful,” he said quietly, “Delicate, but so strong; protective and one of the fiercest warriors that I have ever seen.” He smiled in remembrance. “Still, she looked at me with nothing but love and adoration, so much that it would fill this desolate earth with enough affection to last a millennia or two.” His eyes grew warm as tears started to fill in the emerald pools. “The best mother we could’ve ever had. She deserved so much better than what she got.”

“You think she is happy where she is right now?” 

Harry smiled again, and despite the tears that were blurring his vision, he could clearly see her smile at them from the Realm of Death where he had last heard her voice. No matter what the artelean commander, Dramox,said about it being a hoax, he knew that it was his mom and she was talking to him, he knew that she was watching them right now.

“She is.” He nodded. “And she is watching us from where she is, probably cheering for us to conquer all of our battles that lay ahead in our lives before joining her once we are old enough to leave.”

Alan nodded, tears streamed down his face as he followed his brother in looking up at the starry sky, imaging his mother among one of the many twinkling ones. Wishing that she was here in person but knowing that she would always be there with them, no matter what happened.

Why? Because she was their mother. The one woman who loved them the most. 

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Dark lavender eyes with flecks of gray in them flashed in merriment as their owner watched the masked men leave the room, each of them rushing out of the place to accomplish the task that they had been entrusted with by the Dark Lord. The woman smiled once more, flashing her multicolored rotting teeth that blemished her once beautiful face.

She opened the door to her master’s throne room, trying and failing miserably to control her giddiness at finally being able to live the day that she had been working for the last two decades. She bowed deeply in front of her Lord, the one man who had opened her eyes to the true wonders of the power that resided within herself.

“My Lord,” she whispered, afraid that speaking even a bit loud would be too much for her master’s sensitive hearing. “Everything is ready, I have told them to do exactly as you had commanded and they will be ready to leave within ten minutes. All of them are just waiting for you to take command of the forces.”

“Bella, my most loyal…” The Dark Lord hissed. “I am quite glad that you have been with me through all this. It would have taken me much more than one year if it had not been for you.” His voice was raspy, as if he was speaking after screaming for hours.

“I live to serve, my Lord.” She smiled, and looked up to show her limitless dedication and devotion to him but stopped when she saw his face, or more like the hideously carved… thing that was in the place of his face. “Ma- Master? Are… are you alright?”

Instead of the crimson orbs that shone in the unwelcoming darkness of the hall, the Dark Lord looked down at her with charcoal black eyes that glinted with pure unadulterated malice. A small white dot shifted around the perpetual blackness to represent the location of his pupil, as he raised his shriveled hand and rubbed it on his sickly white bald head that now sprouted a web of thick black veins around it. 

There were scars on his head, as if someone had ripped small parts of the skin off from that place, and then there was his entire appearance that looked dried and blackened and old, as if someone had sucked all of his blood from him along with his life.

“I am absolutely fine, Bella,” he whispered in the same raspy tone, which she now recognised to be different from how he usually called her. “But you see, there is a slight change in our plans,” he muttered, and stood up from his throne, thin long fingers wrapping around his wand as he descended down the stairs. 

“Change of plans, master?” She questioned, momentarily forgetting that her master was behaving way differently. “But—”

“We have to do it, Bella, we have to,” he interrupted her, wincing a bit when he felt the half piece of soul chitter in the back of his mind. “We will need to change things, or we won’t succeed tonight, or do you think yourself to be better than me?!” 

She bowed deeply and shook her head. “No- Not at all, master. You are the greatest one, and I am but a humble servant for you. Whatever you say will be done immediately.” 

“Good.” He smiled, a grotesque stretching of blackened chapped lips that resembled more like a grimace. “Then, I want you to make sure that tonight, our attack is in three phases; First one will be the same as before — our entire army will be attacking Hogwarts tonight.”

The woman nodded, relieved that she didn’t have to summon everyone once more. It wasn’t that she couldn’t do it, it was just that doing so would have been quite a hassle, especially when she had already told them to assemble in the next ten minutes. 

“But, instead of me, I want you to lead the attack tonight,” he told her, and gave a dirty grin when he saw her shocked face. “Because I shall wait for my guests to arrive here, which will initiate the second phase of the plan.” 

Bellatrix frowned at that, according to the previous one there was only Alandale Potter who was supposed to arrive here, but her Master clearly said ‘guests’. 

“Guests… Master?” She asked. “I thought—”

“Bella…” Voldemort said, in that same raspy tone that made her tremble in fear. “It has to be guests…. we need both of them here, and I hope that you will not fail me tonight; by the time I am done here, I want half of Hogwarts decimated and sent to the Realm of Death. Soon, the Ministry will follow after that, and then, all of Magical Britain will be under my control.” 

The demented witch bobbed her head, taking in the new orders as if her life depended on it. She clenched her fists as she tried to remember the prominent wizards that would stand in her way at Hogwarts.

“Dumbledore has grown old and would easily get tired. You just need to keep him busy enough with the giants and a few different beasts that would rampage through the castle’s gates,” he whispered, “The problem is Harry Potter….” He growled, an undercurrent of anger lacing his words. “During our attack on Hogsmeade, it wasn’t the old fool who had defeated me. No, I was merely toying with him; tiring him enough so that he could watch the decimation of his beloved school through his own eyes before I would kill him later.”

Bellatrix remembered that attack as if it had happened only yesterday, she remembered how her Master had been enjoying the battle. He was laughing! Mocking the older mage as if the battle was nothing but a mere toy for him to indulge with till he got bored and broke it. 

Then, she remembered the boy who had arrived suddenly, flying in the air without any support, and then things had taken a turn for the worse as that single boy had changed the tides of the battlefield which had ended with their Lord battered in a pit before he had to flee. 

“It's the boy who is responsible for our loss that day, and so, I have decided that rather than fight him and Dumbledore together, I would personally kill the Potter boys here and take their bodies with me to show the sheep that were hoping for their savior’s return.” He grinned once more, and looked down at his shriveled hand. “This time, I have a special surprise for the eldest Potter, someone that he wouldn’t be able to defeat.” 

The witch didn’t know who or what it was, or even why her Lord was assured of his victory against a monster like Harry Potter. Still, she knew that it wasn’t her place to question her master, no. Her job, as his most faithful, was to do his bidding without questioning anything. 

And that is what she planned to do as she bowed her head to the Dark Lord. “I live to serve, my Lord.” 

With that she turned around and left the Dark Lord in the hall as she moved towards the courtyard where the forces had started to assemble. 

It was finally time to harvest the sweet fruits of their labor….

And everyone who had opposed them in the past and present shall pay for their transgressions in blood.

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Ending note: There you have it fellas, chapter Thirty-eight of Innovator, hope you liked it.

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