The forest greeted him like an old friend.
Mist clung to the ground, soft and silver in the moonlight, and every leaf seemed to hold its breath as Adrian stepped into the clearing. The air here was heavy with memory—his memory. This was where he had first dreamed of crossing the final line between man and myth. The cabin waited for him, half swallowed by vines.
When he entered, the wards pulsed faintly in welcome, remembering their master. The smell of aged wood and cold stone filled the room. Adrian moved without hesitation, his steps quiet, purposeful.
On the table, he set down a sealed vial. Inside, a dark liquid shimmered faintly under the candlelight. Harry Potter's blood- the blood blessed by destiny itself.
He studied it for a long moment before whispering, "The blood of destiny. Obtained by pure combat- pure fight- pure killing."
He raised his hand.
Lines of golden fire carved themselves across the floorboards, forming three perfect circles connected by fine threads of light. In the center of each, he drew the sign of the Deathly Hallows with Potter's blood: triangle, circle, line—body, soul, and magic.
When the sigils were complete, he placed the relics.
The Elder Wand in the first.
The Resurrection Stone in the second.
The Cloak of Invisibility in the third.
All in order of their creation, as all things should be.
They pulsed faintly, as if aware of one another's presence.
Adrian stepped into the central ring, the vial hovering above his hand. His voice filled the silence, low and resonant, ancient as the magic itself.
"Elder Wand — the will of magic. IS MAGIC.
Resurrection Stone — the echo of the soul. IS SOUL.
Cloak of Invisibility — the vessel of them both. IS BODY.
Three pillars of existence, divided by mortality. Each artifact for each weakness."
He lifted the vial.
"Now, I call upon the trinity of creation.
Body, soul, and magic — be unmade, and born again as one.
I offer this sacrifice—the blood of the son of destiny itself, and the previous master of death.
So let the world bear witness… to its new master."
The vial shattered in his hand. Blood spilled into the grooves of the sigil, rushing outward like liquid fire.
The circles blazed.
The air thickened.
The ground trembled.
Then, without warning, the relics screamed.
A flash of impossible light filled the cabin.
The Hallows rose from their places, spinning faster and faster around him. Their power tore through the air like a storm, their shapes dissolving, unraveling into streams of pure energy.
Adrian closed his eyes.
When the explosion came, it shattered the cabin and the sky above it.
For a heartbeat, everything was light.
And when the light cleared, the relics were gone.
Their essence had fused into him, flowing through his veins, searing his nerves, binding themselves to his flesh and soul by destroying themselves, giving him all their true power!!!
His skin burned with violet fire.
The earth convulsed. The heavens raged. No, the world itself raged.
A storm gathered out of nowhere—lightning splitting the clouds, thunder tearing through the mountains. Bolts of raw power struck the clearing again and again, hammering the ground, turning trees to ash.
Adrian did not move.
Each strike met his body, but the energy dissolved before touching him, snuffed out as if the laws of nature had forgotten how to act.
He raised his face to the storm and laughed, defiant, transcendent. "Is that all?" he shouted to the sky. "Is this the best you can do?"
Another strike—then another—but still he stood untouched. The blood of destiny protects him from fate itself. After all, how could fate fight against itself? For all magic and rituals are symbolic. And this was no different.
The storm faltered, then began to fade, retreating like a living thing that had lost its courage.
Only the ritual light remained—black and violet, spiraling around him. It grew brighter, then darker, then brighter again, until his form began to change.
His body convulsed. His shape bent inward. He shrank—from man, to youth, to child, to infant—his body collapsing into light, until nothing remained but a single, trembling spark floating above the ruined sigils.
Silence.
Then, slowly, the impossible reversed itself.
The spark expanded, dividing and reforming—cells, tissue, bone, breath.
Time, space, and matter themself seemed to hesitate as the process unfolded; they were bending around him!
The forest stilled.
The stars dimmed.
Even gravity seemed to kneel.
The light coalesced once more into human form. When it finally dimmed, a man stood in the ruins, naked, reborn, radiant. His hair fell in dark strands to his shoulders. His skin gleamed faintly, as if still remembering the storm that had tried to destroy him.
At the center of his chest burned a mark—the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, now etched into his flesh and soul in a faint Dark light. It pulsed once, twice, like a second heartbeat.
He opened his eyes.
They glowed—not merely violet, but alive with the reflection of something vast and unknowable. For a long moment, he simply breathed, feeling the world pulse beneath his feet. Then, slowly, he smiled.
He looked at the mark over his heart and whispered, almost to himself:
"Body, soul, and magic.
They are now— Eternal!"
The forest fell silent. The stars above flickered—as if bowing.
And in that quiet, the man who had been human became something greater.
Adrian Atlas—reborn, complete, and utterly beyond mortality.
The symbol of the Deathly Hallows branded itself over his heart, glowing like a wound made of starlight.
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Why did wizards die?
This question could be said to be either really stupid or really smart. There were many causes of death: Some died because they were killed, some died because they were sick, others died from failed experiments…
All living beings, be they animals, plants, or humans. Be they, magical or not magical. Be they not living like a mountain or a river, be they invisible or visible like time and space…
All existence in itself is temporary. Nothing but a fleeting moment.
As different as they might be, as different is the destiny they share.
The truth of the matter is that all existence itself shares one destiny, one end—
— and that is Death!
"But now death can not bind me. The laws of this world can not bind me; I am free."
Adrian thought about this as he examined his body; it was not just a physical transformation— it was a spiritual as well! He could see the world differently; he could understand it.
He commended not magic by will, not magic by spells, and not even the legendary ancient magic of the past. But something else— a combination of all!
Elevated beyond!
It was not a simple math of one plus one equals two. No, it was more like one plus one equals a hundred? A thousand? A million?
Adrian could not tell exactly, but there were three things Adrian could tell with certainty:
One, he has broken the limitations of the human body and its shackles! Years ago, Adrian already understood the reason why humans die. That was because of how fragile the human soul and body are. As the wizard ages, his or her magic grows with them, strengthening with them— magic he realized was infinite. However, with time, the soul, which is responsible for containing the energy (the magic), and the body, which is responsible for containing both (soul and magical energy), are unable to do so!
This process makes the body's system fail as the wizard grows old, and when the body is unable to hold itself much longer, it fades away— dies. This results in the soul having no suitable host to anchor itself to. The soul would then leave the body with its energy (the magic) and pass on… It was ironic, the exact thing wizards prided themselves on, as so different then Muggles is the thing that kills them— the quality and quantity of magic! Muggles, they had it even worse than wizards, for they did not have access to magic; their souls and bodies were unable to withstand its pressure, so their bodies simply sealed access to it. Which results in less healthy lives, and early death, compared to wizards…
But Aidrian has broken this curse. His body and his own soul are now bound to his magic as one entity! This means that as Adrian's magic grows with his age, his own body and soul would continue to grow alongside it!!! Resolving in the infinite strengthening of the body and soul, which in turn will grant Adrian immortality!!! Not complete immortality, though. He could still be killed and injured, but he could never age. He was— deathless.
Second, it was not just a magical transformation, but physical and spiritual as well! Adrian could now do something that no other wizard alive in this world has been able to do. And that is to infuse his own magic into his body and strengthen it to a supernatural level! The weakness of any wizard in this world was the fragility of their bodies, but now Adrian could overcome it! With his current magic level, he could theoretically infuse his body with it, and a full-power strike should be able to shatter all human limits! But that was not all, when Adrian undertook the transformation, his own understanding of the laws of this world had increased— and with it— his understanding of who runs it…
'Which takes us to the third thing…' Adrian thought.
He didn't speak of the third realization.
Some truths were not meant to be shared — not yet.
He simply smiled.
The air around him trembled faintly as he flexed his fingers, watching the faint shimmer of purple energy flicker under his skin like lightning trapped beneath glass. Slowly, deliberately, he clenched his right fist.
He exhaled, drawing from within — not from his source, not even from his mind, but from that deeper place where his soul and his magic had become one.
A pulse.
Then a punch.
The ground screamed.
The air detonated in an invisible wave that tore through the field around him. Dust and stone exploded outward. Trees bent and snapped like twigs. The shockwave rolled for fifteen meters before collapsing into a howling silence. When it ended, Adrian stood untouched — his cloak whipping behind him, the soil beneath his feet reduced to cracked earth.
He lowered his fist slowly and looked down at his hand. Not a burn. Not a scratch. Only the faint, violet luminescence that pulsed faintly through his veins.
For a moment, there was only stillness — then he laughed. It wasn't madness, but pure, unfiltered exhilaration. The sky above seemed to tremble at the sound.
When the echo faded, he took a breath and turned his focus inward. 'Let's see how far I've come…'
He raised his hand, conjuring a sphere of raw magic — no wand, no incantation. Just will.
The sphere shimmered, bright and unstable at first, then solidified into smooth perfection, glowing with the same hue as his eyes.
Stronger.
Sharper.
Purer.
Every spell he knew now obeyed him like an extension of thought. What once focused now came effortlessly, instinctively. He could feel magic not as something added to him, but as something born from him.
For the first time, Adrian understood what true mastery felt like.
He closed his eyes and whispered, "Astral Form."
His consciousness detached from flesh in a single, fluid motion — and suddenly, he was looking at himself from above. His soul drifted in the air, radiant and immense, shaped like light given thought.
If before the energy within him had been chaotic — a storm of power without order — now it was beautiful. His soul was no longer a blurred flame, but a crystalline presence. Streams of magic ran through it like rivers of starlight, each pulse resonating with steady rhythm.
He could see it now — his essence, his vitality, his will — all merged into one unified whole.
And at the center, glowing brighter than all else, flowed the river of his magic, endless and ancient, winding through his soul like an eternal current.
"This is amazing," he whispered in awe.
A faint ripple moved through the astral form, and for a moment, he swore he could hear echoes — voices from the realm beyond, distant and reverent, as if the very fabric of magic acknowledged his existence.
When he returned to his body, the world felt heavier — smaller. His senses sharpened; every sound, every vibration in the air seemed alive with clarity.
He opened his eyes.
The violet of his Magic Eyes burned with new intensity. They had changed — not separate anymore, but one with him. The boundary between physical and metaphysical vision had vanished.
He blinked — and the world unfolded.
The ground beneath him was a tapestry of glowing ley lines. The air shimmered with unseen currents of energy. Even abstract concepts — space, time, the fragile boundaries between here and there — became visible patterns within his gaze.
He could see magic, life, death, the invisible structures that held the universe together.
He could see the truth!
Adrian smiled faintly.
"This is only the beginning."
The world had changed.
Or perhaps it hadn't — perhaps it was Adrian who had finally learned to see.
He took a single step forward, and reality itself seemed to shift around him. The movement was fluid, silent, yet the air parted with a low hum as if acknowledging something far greater than muscle or motion. His pupils contracted, the faint glow of violet deepening as layers of the unseen peeled away before his gaze.
He focused on the air.
What once had been space now revealed its design — a lattice of threads, invisible to ordinary eyes, weaving endlessly across existence. Each strand shimmered faintly, vibrating with life, energy, and rhythm. He realized, with quiet awe, that these were the currents of the world — the conduits through which every spell, every heartbeat of magic, flowed.
He reached out.
A single thread pulsed in response, like a living thing recognizing its master. The connection was instantaneous.
Magic surged through him — wild, electric, ancient.
In that instant, he felt everything: the subtle pull of gravity beneath his feet, the whisper of oxygen particles against his skin, the faint magnetic hum of his own heartbeat resonating against the pulse of the earth.
"So this is what lies beneath…" he murmured.
He shifted his focus further — not outward, but through.
The world slowed.
Sound faded first — the whisper of the wind stretching into long, low notes. Dust motes hung in the air, suspended like stars frozen in time. Even his own heartbeat seemed to echo from miles away, deep and deliberate. He could see time as motion — waves folding over themselves, layers of light bending and realigning. Every second existed as a shape, a spiral coiling forward, endless.
He took another step.
The distortion thickened. The light bent around his body, curving, folding — he could see the way magic and time intertwined, spiraling around his presence like twin serpents. He raised his hand slowly, tracing one of those spirals with his fingertip. The moment he did, it shivered — and time snapped back into place.
Wind roared through the valley, trees bent, and the silence was shattered.
Adrian stood unmoved.
A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "So I can touch time now."
He turned his gaze upward, toward the sky. The sun's rays, which to mortal eyes were blinding and solid, now split into spectrums unseen — waves of magical resonance cascading through the atmosphere.
He could see how light itself carried emotion, how each wavelength bled with faint traces of will — human, natural, divine.
And in the distance, beyond the edge of vision, he saw something else.
A ripple — vast and ancient, sleeping beneath the world's crust. Something that had always been there. Watching.
Adrian's smile faded slightly, replaced by a quiet, contemplative stillness. "So that's who you are, huh… "
He blinked once, and the world returned to its ordinary colors — though he knew it would never look ordinary again. Every surface, every shadow, every flicker of life was now a pattern of motion and magic intertwined.
He closed his fist, drawing the energy back within himself. The air calmed. The distortion vanished.
For a long moment, he stood there in silence, watching the still horizon, feeling the new pulse of magic inside his veins — steady, eternal, absolute.
A quiet laugh escaped him, softer this time, almost serene. "Perception… creation… control," he whispered. "The foundation of all magic."
He looked down at his hands again, at the faint glow that still traced the lines of his skin.
"I understand now," he said, almost to himself. "It was never about learning. No wizard can learn this, only become this."
The wind stirred gently — no longer wild, but obedient, following his breath.
Adrian tilted his head upward. The sun hung high above the horizon — a molten eye, blinding to mortal vision. Yet to him, it wasn't light. It was structured. He saw it as it truly was: billions of intertwined currents, each particle of plasma singing in perfect resonance, threads of energy binding themselves to the gravity that held them.
He raised his hand slowly.
The air trembled, folding around his fingers like liquid glass. He could feel the world's rhythm through his skin — every vibration, every echo of power that hummed beneath creation. And then, with a breath, he willed it to obey.
A faint shimmer bloomed around him — invisible at first, then radiant. The barrier formed, expanding outward until it encased his entire body in a transparent sphere of violet light. It wasn't conjured; it was shaped from his very magic. A living shield — self-sustaining, adapting, breathing.
The moment it solidified, the sound vanished.
And then he moved through space — through will.
Reality twisted around him. The ground beneath his feet dissolved into light, the sky tore open, and in a single blinding instant, he was gone.
Silence.
Endless, magnificent silence.
He stood suspended in the void — the Earth before him, vast and blue, turning slowly beneath a sea of darkness. The fragile shimmer of atmosphere glowed around it like a halo, thin and faint, a boundary between chaos and life.
For a long time, Adrian said nothing.
He simply watched.
The continents curved gently under the sun's warmth, and the oceans glimmered like liquid sapphire. Tiny storms moved across the surface like living thoughts, their motion slow, deliberate, eternal. He had studied the laws of nature his entire life — but to see them from here was something else entirely.
"…Beautiful," he whispered.
His voice didn't carry, but the sound resonated in his mind nonetheless.
He lifted his gaze. Beyond the Earth, the void stretched infinitely — silent, ageless, pure. The stars burned with quiet indifference. And far ahead, brighter than all else, the sun burned like a living god.
His eyes narrowed.
The moment his gaze met it, his Magic Eyes flared — not with pain, but with revelation. The brilliance didn't blind him; it unfolded. The sun's light fractured, revealing infinite layers of pattern and motion. Waves of energy spiraled outward in colossal rhythm — solar winds woven with magic, the heartbeat of creation itself.
Then, flash.
A single pulse of light filled his vision — not from the sun, but from within himself. His shield resonated in answer, vibrating with harmonic precision.
He didn't hesitate.
The world vanished again.
The next instant, he stood before the sun.
It filled everything — a vast ocean of fire, blinding and eternal. Yet through his eyes, it wasn't just flame. It was alive. He could see the consciousness within it — a cosmic will of magic older than language, the pulse of life that had birthed everything below.
Waves of golden plasma erupted in slow motion, each thread stretching thousands of miles, swirling like rivers of molten glass. The pressure should have crushed him, the heat should have vaporized any human, but his shield pulsed calmly, adjusting to every surge. It drank the radiation, converted it, folded it into itself.
He extended his hand toward the inferno.
His fingers brushed the light.
For a moment, he felt everything — the fusion of energy, the song of atoms colliding, the endless rhythm of creation and destruction balanced in perfect harmony.
He smiled faintly, eyes glowing brighter than the star before him. "So this is what it feels like to be a god, " he whispered.
He lowered his hand. The magic around him shimmered, alive with the sun's resonance, each pulse beating in time with his heart.
He floated there for a moment longer — surrounded by silence, flame, and eternity — and then closed his eyes.
The sun breathed before him — an ancient, living storm of light. Adrian floated in silence, suspended in the void, his violet aura faint against the blazing star. Time itself seemed slower here, stretched by the gravity of something far beyond human comprehension.
He lifted his hand.
Magic rippled outward from his palm — not a beam, not a spell, but an extension of his essence and will. It shimmered faintly, forming a stream of translucent light that stretched across the gulf between him and the sun. The energy didn't fight the solar wind; it moved with it, flowing like a current through the flares and plasma.
Slowly, deliberately, Adrian let his will unfold.
The thread of magic expanded, widening into a spiral, then into a vast sphere — invisible to mortal eyes, yet brilliant through his own. The sun trembled within it, wrapped by his magic like a colossal, luminous cocoon. The sphere pulsed with his heartbeat, a perfect harmonic between soul and star.
Every flare that erupted, every eruption of light, every pulse of nuclear fire — all of it now resonated through him. He could feel it: the weight of gravity, the rhythm of fusion, the ancient heartbeat of the universe itself.
And all of it was within reach.
He spoke softly, voice steady, reverent — not defiant, but certain.
"The sun itself rests in the palm of my hand."
The words echoed through his mind, and the sphere brightened in answer. His aura flared — violet meeting gold — until the two colors intertwined, forming a corona of energy that spiraled outward into the void.
For a moment, it looked as if the sun had grown a second light — a subtle, living brilliance that bent space itself around Adrian's form.
He closed his eyes, feeling the magnitude of what he held. The energy was endless, tempered by will and intellect, contained by perfect control.
To anyone else, it would have been suicide — a mortal mind trying to command the heart of a star.
But to Adrian, it was harmony.
He lowered his hand slightly, and the sphere around the sun pulsed once more, responding to his movement like a living thing. His magic wrapped around the star with the gentleness of a master musician touching the final note of a song.
For a long while, he simply watched.
Not as a man. But as a being who had stepped beyond the borders of what magic was ever meant to reach. Then, softly, he smiled.
Adrian raised both hands, eyes half-closed. With a thought, he began to shape compressing magic from himself, weaving it upon itself until the fabric of the void started to twist.
Space bent inward, color draining from its edges, until a perfect sphere of darkness opened in the air—its rim glowing with shifting violet flame. Inside that darkness shimmered a familiar sight: a blue curve of ocean, clouds drifting above it, the faint outline of the valley where he had stood before his ascent.
The link between worlds pulsed like a heartbeat.
The energy that held the portal open came not from the sun, but from the perfect balance he now commanded within himself.
Adrian's voice was low, calm, and certain.
"Return." He said.
The portal answered with a deep, resonant hum. The glow intensified, drawing light from the distant star until everything around him turned a brilliant white.
He took one last look at the sun—a silent acknowledgment, not of dominance, but of understanding—and then stepped forward.
The light swallowed him whole.
For a fraction of a heartbeat, there was nothing but stillness.
Then the sphere collapsed inward, folding the emptiness upon itself. And in the same instant, on the quiet stretch of scorched earth he had left behind, the air rippled—and Adrian emerged, cloak fluttering in the wind, eyes forward, looking at the place he had arrived at. It was a river that divided the land in half. There was no other way around it; if one wished to reach the other side safely, they had to either fly or build a bridge.
He looked around and thought to himself— What now?
He had achieved the impossible dream that so many wizards have failed to achieve.
Yet now what? Adrian thought about all he had to do to achieve his goals.
He thought about his first time at Hogwarts, he thought about the countless nights spent without sleep, he thought about his experiments in magic, he thought about Fleur Delacour and their relationship, he thought about his duels with Voldemort and Dumbledore…
He thought of Harry. The boy had been somewhat of a friend to Adrian, yet Adrian had betrayed him. He betrayed their trust.
He thought about anything that had happened to him since arriving in this world, about the things he did. He thought of Greg, the man he picked as his servant, but later became more of a friend…
Then he thought of her, Alice. He still clearly remembered his first meeting with her and their time together…
Eighteen years.
Eighteen years' worth of life in this world, so many things have happened, so many memories…
But now it was time for answers.
" It's a shame that it all must come to an end. Don't you agree?"
He turned, and behind him, Darkness and shadows swirled; time and space seemed to collapse into it; a figure materialized. He did not have a face, at least none that Adrian could see. The Darkness around him created a cloak-like cloth for him, though Adrian believed he did not even have a body or a need for one.
"We finally meet 'Walker'." It said.
"Oh," Adrian reapplied, " I do not believe I had the pleasure of knowing you."
The figure was silent for a while, as if assessing Adrian.
" There is no point in denying it, 'Walker', you know who I am." It said.
" I who was born with creation itself, I who walk through the shadows, I who have dominion over the universe itself, I who can never be destroyed, I who was. Is. And will be. For there can be no creation without me… Now, 'Walker', who am I?"
"You are— Death," Adrian replied flatly.
The figure did not answer.
Two beings who have transcended the world's understanding were now staring at each other. Observing. Watching.
"You called me 'Walker', what does that mean?" Adrian asked.
" It is natural that you do not know, for it has only been several minutes since you transcended the laws of this universe. It will take time for you to adapt and comprehend it." Death said.
" Comprened what exactly?" Adrian asked.
"The birth of it all." Death said. As he spoke, the view of the river changed, disappearing instantly. Adrian found himself in a void. Before him stood darkness, the same darkness that he had witnessed in the void. Then a light, then another one. Each one exists in its own separate existence. But then something happened, the collision, the energy from their coalition was enormous.
"This is how all came to be." Death said.
"You are showing me what now? The big bang? I already know that this is how this universe was born, the coalition of magic into itself. Why show this?" Adrian asked; he was puzzled by Death's choice.
" You are mistaken, this may be the same birth process of this universe. But it is not our… It is yours." Reapplied Death.
Adrian looked again, and he was not surprised by Death knowing his secret. If a god like being such as this would not know that, would he still deserve to hold such a title?
He asked, "Then why?".
Death turned his hand, and the illusion changed again. The process was similar to pressing speed up on a smartphone. Before Adrian's eyes, he saw it all: how his universe was born, how it developed, how Earth came to be, how humanity was born, and how it will end— he witnessed it all.
"Your world," he said. " Your people were nothing but tiny and insignificant in the grand scheme of things. They are not capable of manipulating the world's laws or rules. They can not even overcome death and sickness. Yet the universe, your universe, was the first to be born. Among all other universes, no matter who or what rules there, they all stay away from your universe. Do you know why that is?" It asked.
Adrian did not respond.
"Because your people were born with an ability, we transcended beings called 'Dream reality'. Your people, using their own imagination and mind, can give birth to other worlds, other universes, even those that surpass their own by far. Some of your kind do that by telling a story, some by reading it out loud with a different meaning, some by dreaming…"
"... And some by writing it down… Much like our universe…"
"So, the stories in my original world, the stories that were nothing but fantasy, are in fact realities? Born and created in the image of their authors. But why us?" Adrian asked.
" It is unknown," Death replied. "But, we do believe that the universe is intended to give your kind a chance to rise. It acts on balance. By denying you other privileges and abilities, it needed to give something in exchange— and what better gift than the Karma and luck of creating an entire universe in your own image?"
Adrian understood now, but there were still a few things he needed to know, " Why me? Why did I arrive in your world?"
"We call people like you, 'Walker'. You are souls who, through unknown ways even to us, came to other universes. " Death said.
"If you know about me, why didn't you eliminate me?" Adrian asked, his eyes sharpened.. " I have corrupted the natural timeline of your world. I was an anomaly; you knew of me the moment I arrived, yet you did nothing. You had access to my memories, my fate, and my past life… I have set in motion a chain of events that could have caused your world its destruction, so why did you not act against me?"
"Because there was no need to." Death said. "Yes, you are an anomaly, yes, you have corrupted the timeline, but you did so in a clever way I never knew was possible for your kind."
Adrian did not intervene.
Death continued, " When you first arrived, I thought about guiding you, from the shadows, manipulating your fate. But there was never a need to, even though you have intervened. You did so gently, even fate is not absolute and can be changed with the right kind…"
" And I am the right kind?" Adrian asked.
"That you are. You are an otherworldly being. Your soul did not originate from this world; however, your body did…"
" So you only have fifty percent control over me…"
"Had." Said Death. "When you uncovered the secret truth of the Deathly Hollows, you understood that the one way to be a master of your own fate is to—"
"Reaforge yourself, transcending the laws of this universe by writhing my existence, creating something that does not belong to anyone. Does not answer to anyone but me." Adrian reapplied.
"Yes, but in doing so, you brought a calamity. By becoming a transcended being, together with my own, the balance of this world will in time collapse into itself. For this world can not hold the two of us." Death said. His figure was finally before Adrian, as he waved his hand again, and the illusion collapsed. They were back again in the river, time and space still not moving. As if someone pressed Pause on the world.
The two beings now looked at each other. " What do you suggest?" Asked Adrian, his tone and expression still as expressionless as it had been since their first meeting.
" That you leave this universe— it can no longer endure you. For if the two of us stay, this universe will not be able to hold us together. I have dealt with the calamity for now by stopping time, space, and matter from existing. But it is, as you see, temporary. Once I resume them, the calamity will happen. " Death said plainly.
"Why don't you leave then?" Adrian asked.
" You already know why—"
"The fate you have been taking from this world has made you stronger, but it also binds you to it; to leave would mean—"
"My own destruction, and this world's." Death said.
Adrian was silent; he did not speak or even move.
Until he smiled.
It was small at the beginning, but slowly it turned wider and wider until— he laughed.
" I have to admit you had me there for a second, but if I stopped to think logically for a moment, your story has many plot holes in it—". A dark and violet energy wave erupted from him, shooting directly at death! It engulfed him, restraining him and holding him.
" What is the meaning of this?!!! YOU CAN NOT DO THIS TO ME I AM DEATH. YOU HEAR ME, I AM—"
"Why aren't you fighting me then?" Adrian asked coldly, his smile still on his face.
Death was frozen for a moment; it did not answer.
" When I asked you, 'Why did you not eliminate me?' you said you saw no 'reason to do so'. So, I am giving you a reason, go on. Attack me." Adrian said provocatively.
Yet Death strangely did not move against Adrian. It was not that Adrian was stronger than him; no. Quite the opposite, Death is a being that has lived since the dawn of this world— How can Adrian, who has just ascended, be his match? The answer was no. Adrian was not his match.
Yet Death did not move.
Adrian decided to take it further. His eyes flared as he saw the way Death's body is made. The dark and violet energy began devouring Death's laws, his energy— His essence of existence was being devoured by Adrian.
Death began to struggle, but did not attempt to fight back.
Slowly but surely, his form began to shrink. Each time it did, Adrian devoured more and more of his power— turning it into his own!!!
As Death was in his final moments, it panicked, and it quickly said to Adrian via voice transmission, " Stop it! If you continue with that, they will never let go!"
"Oh," replied Adrian, half amused," Pray tell ".
"The moment that you ascended and became the master of your own fate, the laws of the supreme beings apply to you as well!!! We are forbidden from ever destroying one another; we swore an oath. If you do that, oh, if you do that, they would come with power beyond your comprehension. Let me go, and maybe I shall consider forgetting about your crimes." Death said, gone was the mighty being everyone feared in the wizarding world. All that remained was a god, begging Adrian not to kill it.
Adrian stopped. He still restrained Death, but he was no longer devouring him.
"You did not kill me before I ascended, because that would have ruined your plan." Adrian suddenly said.
Death was stunned, his body shivering, "W-ww-at are you saying?" It asked.
Adrian quickly said, " The truth of the matter is that you never wanted me in this world. When I arrived, I broke the destined fate; you could have killed me then.
But you chose not to. Because you wanted me to leave this universe so that you could absorb all the Karma and luck I brought to this planet with my ascension. So you guided my fate, making sure I discovered the secrets of the Deathly Hollows. That would have made you stronger than ever, after all, it's not every day that you come into contact with the so-called 'Walker'.
But you couldn't absorb that with me here, so you devised a scheme, you cracked the balance of this universe, and blamed it on me. But you had to wait for the right moment, the moment that I ascended, right?" Adrian said coldly.
Death shivered as Adrian spoke; it understood that it had lost. Death could not attack Adrian because he swore an oath. Yet, Adrian, a newly supreme being, did not swear the oath. He was not bound by it!
" And with me out of the picture, you could absorb all of it to yourself. It was a brilliant scheme, I'll give you that much, but you miscalculated one thing—" Adrian said his eyes flashed into a shade of violet that simply could be described in words.
"If you are called Death, because the laws that you comprehend and the concept that you represent are related to death and distraction." His voice grew louder, amplified by the laws of this world, acting as an echo to his power.
" Then I, from this day forward, will be known by all others as: The god sight, the god of knowledge and comprehension, the god of reality, the all-seeing one, the unbond, fatebraker, the truth-pursuing one, the unyielding, the Walker of worlds— ADRIAN ATLAS!!!
As the words were altered, a dazzling violet-dark light came out; it was as if the very fabric of reality acknowledged them; those were not words, they were a declaration. A declaration of a supreme being, being acknowledged by the very universe.
Adrian did not stop to devour Death; he continued until the only thing that remained in it was the Karma, luck, and fate. Adrian did not plan to absorb it; he did not wish to bind himself to this world or this universe.
But he did have another use for it…
Adrian stood in the center of the collapsing plane — the battlefield between life and what lay beyond it. Around him, Death's essence was unraveling — not fading, but flowing, spiraling inward, drawn to the quiet gravity of Adrian.
He could feel it — the pulse of eternity, the rhythm of ending itself — crawling into his veins.
The energy was cold and infinite, older than thought. It didn't rush like magic; it descended — vast and patient, a tidal force that obeyed no law of men or gods.
Adrian did not resist.
He opened his mind.
Black and violet light surged through him, and the world screamed. His body trembled, every nerve igniting like molten fire. Symbols of impossible geometry shimmered across his skin — marks no human was meant to bear witness to. If they did, they would be destroyed in seconds, unable to comprehend it…
They pulsed once, twice, and then sank beneath his flesh, merging with him.
He saw Death's memories — thousands, millions — flashing through his consciousness like starlight on shattered glass. Empires rising and crumbling. Souls crossing the veil. The first spark of creation, and the silence after it.
He saw everything.
He understood everything.
And he wept — not from pain, but from the unbearable beauty of it.
"Is this what you hid from me?" he whispered to the fading shadow of Death. "It… Is… Amazing."
There was no answer.
Only stillness.
Only him.
"Under the heavens and above the earth... Only I reign supreme." He whispered.
He raised his hand — light seeping from his palm like the dawn — and for the first time since the beginning of time, Death ceased to exist.
Adrian Atlas had taken its place.
The universe around him hung motionless.
Time and space had no pulse. Matter had no motion.
Even the concept of existence waited for him to speak.
He looked at the frozen fragments of the world — mountains suspended mid-collapse, stars paused in their dying flicker — and he remembered what Death had done: the halt of flow, the stilling of everything real.
Slowly, he lifted his left hand toward the heavens. Light — pure, boundless, blinding — poured from it. A beam that did not burn, but restored.
The light curved and spread, racing across continents, oceans, and skies. It touched every atom, every shadow, every soul.
Time shuddered once — then began to move again.
The world breathed.
Adrian hovered in the air, suspended above creation, watching the current of existence resume. The air trembled around him, the sound of life itself returning — wind, water, whisper, heart.
He closed his eyes and whispered, "There."
But in the quiet that followed, a truth surfaced within him — the echo of Death's last warning.
Other gods.
Other watchers.
Other universes that would not forgive what he had done.
He opened his eyes. "Then I will not let them find me," he murmured. "Nor let this world pay the price for my defiance. This is not a battle I can win currently."
And so he made his choice.
Adrian reached into the current of time.
It bent like silk beneath his fingers. Every second, every heartbeat, every life — unwoven. The world moved backward in a flood of light. Cities unbuilt themselves. Forests reassembled their fallen leaves.
Wars unhappened.
Cries turned to laughter.
Birth returned to silence.
He watched as the flow receded — centuries collapsing into moments — until even his own birth trembled before him like a candle in the wind.
He smiled faintly. "It is done."
Then he released it.
A flash — infinite, gentle — and Adrian Atlas was erased from existence.
When the light faded, the world remained. Peaceful. Unaware. Whole.
And yet… something lingered.
A presence beyond the fabric, unseen but watching. The echo of a man who had become more.
Adrian drifted beyond the veil, no longer bound by time or flesh. He had taken Death's mantle for now — the silent guardian between endings and beginnings.
For ages — or seconds; such things no longer mattered not as long as he was Death. He watched the world he had left behind. He saw it unfold again. The boy with the scar. The wars. The courage and cruelty of humankind. He watched as Dumbledore fell, as Voldemort rose and perished, as peace returned and waned again. He saw it all — but this time, he did not interfere.
Until one moment.
A memory — no, a feeling — drew him back. The place where he once met a man named Greg. The man who would become his servant and then his friend.
The streets were quiet that night — the same clearing, the same silver light curling through the shops.
But there was no Greg here. No footprints. No warmth.
Adrian stood alone, watching the still air. Then he smiled faintly — and reached out.
Reality trembled.
A ripple crossed the world, and from nothing, a figure appeared — confused, gasping, blinking in disbelief.
"Wha—what…?" Greg stammered, eyes wide, staring at the impossible figure before him. Adrian did not say anything. A light appeared in his hand, memories, Adrian's memories about their time together, about Death, the other gods, about his origin, about everything important.
The light struck Greg as he stumbled. "Adrian?" He said.
Adrian smiled — calm, kind, timeless. "It's been a long time, my friend."
Greg took a trembling step forward. "How…? You... I saw… What— "
"I erased myself," Adrian said softly. "For this world's sake. But I never left entirely. Not really."
Greg's voice cracked. "Why?"
Adrian looked up at the stars. "Because I need someone to take my place."
Greg froze. "Your place?"
Adrian nodded. "This world needs a guardian. Someone to guide it, to rule it, quietly. I chose you."
Greg shook his head, tears stinging his eyes. "No. No, I can't— We'll fight together, like before—"
Adrian stepped closer and placed a hand on his shoulder. The touch radiated warmth.
"No, Greg. This is not a battle we can win. Not now."
"But why me?" Greg whispered.
Adrian smiled. "Because you are my friend. Because you never turned away. And because you remember what it means to care."
Greg's knees trembled. He wanted to argue, to shout, to beg — but words failed.
Adrian raised his hand, and light enveloped Greg's form. His aura changed — deeper, brighter, godlike.
When the light faded, Greg stood tall — transformed. The weight of divinity hummed in his veins.
"You are Death now," Adrian said softly. "The guardian of this world."
Greg looked down at his glowing hands. "And you? What about you? Now that you have given me your power, the power you took from the original Death, you— "
Adrian's smile deepened — bittersweet, distant. " Now, I'll be taking a long vacation. There's more out there than this one reality. Besides, I never liked owning power not my own."
Greg's voice broke. "Master—"
"Do not call me that, Greg. Adrian is enough."
Greg swallowed his words, "As you wish. Adrian… I swear I'll protect it. I swear I'll be strong enough to face anything when you come back—"
"I know," Adrian interrupted gently. "But don't swear. Not anymore."
Greg's eyes filled with tears, his jaw clenched. "You were always more than anyone could understand. And you will always be my Master. Gods, Demons, I don't give a damn. If they stand in your way, that means they are my enemies as well, and I WILL CRASH THEM ALL!"
"Thank you," Adrian replied softly.
He turned away, his form already flickering in the air. "I cast a spell. One hundred years here will be a single second beyond this universe. Make them count. When they come, do not fight them. Join them, learn from them, and wait for me."
Greg reached out, desperate — but Adrian was already fading.
"Goodbye, my friend," Adrian said with a quiet smile. "Until we meet again."
And then he was gone.
He appeared in New York, the place where he first met her.
Alice.
She was stunning, hard to look away. Tall and graceful, every move she made felt intentional, like she knew exactly how the world watched her. Her long black hair flowed down her back like soft silk at night. She wore a deep red dress that hugged her waist and left her shoulders bare, catching the light with a quiet magic. Her skin was fair, her lips a rich wine color, and her eyes—so blue they didn't seem real. She looked at the sky from her room, like an empress. But deep inside, it was loneliness, the same as him, she felt.
The years had not changed her; the light in her eyes was still the same.
She turned — and saw him. For a heartbeat, disbelief. Then tears. "Adrian?"
She rushed.
She hugged him.
Adrian was shocked. 'How does she still remember me?' he wondered. Then he looked again, and he saw it. He chuckled lightly, drawing her attention, ' I must thank you again, old friend.'
In the plane of Death, Greg sat there. No longer the same mortal, but a supreme being, a god. But right now, that god was smiling in his chair.
"What is it, Adrian?" Asked Alice quietly.
"Nothing." He smiled. "I told you I'd find you again."
She laughed and cried at once, and when their hands met, the world seemed to breathe again.
They lived quietly after that. No wars, no gods, no destinies — only time. He told her everything: about Death, the worlds beyond, the choice he had made, and his true origin.
She listened, and when he finished, she only said, "You always carried too much alone."
He smiled. "Not anymore."
Years passed. Decades turned.
She aged; he did not. And when at last she lay upon the bed, hair silver and eyes gentle, Adrian sat beside her, holding her hand.
"Don't cry," Alice whispered. "I chose this."
"I know," he said, voice trembling for the first time in a century. "But knowing doesn't make it easier."
"I could change it, you know." He said, "I could give you immortality, and together we will travel the multiverse, forever."
She looked around the room and then looked at him. She smiled.
" We have lived a good life, Adrian. But I always know that you were not content—"
"What nonsense is this, Alice? Of course, I was content. I love you, and nothing will change that—"
" I love you too, my dear. But that doesn't change the fact that you want more, and there is nothing wrong with that. You can live that life, traveling worlds, growing stronger—
—That is you, Adrian, but it is not me—
—I am not as strong as you are. I wish I were, but I am not…
—I would much rather stay here, in my world, in the world where our children, grandchildren were born, and watch them from the afterlife." She smiled gracefully.
"Is there nothing I can do to change your mind?" He asked sadly.
She smiled faintly. "Let me go knowing you loved me. And promise me you will always remember me."
"Always."
Her breath slowed.
The room was quiet, only the ticking of a clock that no longer mattered.
When she was gone, Adrian wept from sorrow.
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Adrian stood once more beyond the edge of Earth. The blue sphere turned silently below him, alive and free.
Greg's world now. A world where all were wizards, and magic had become a birthright instead of a gift. Adrian smiled softly, pride flickering behind his calm eyes.
"You did well," Adrian said. Then he whispered into the void, "One day, we'll meet again." Even without Death's power, Adrain has grown stronger than ever. Only time and new opponents would tell how much...
He turned his gaze toward the stars; they were endless, waiting, full of new possibilities. Light shimmered around him, folding like wings.
"So," he said, the faintest hint of wonder in his voice, "which world shall we visit next?"
The universe answered in silence — and Adrian Atlas stepped into it.
The End of Volume One.
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THOUGHTS:
Hi everyone,
I wanted to say to you all how much I have enjoyed writing this story. I wanted to thank you for reading my story and supporting me.
It was a good experience, I want you to know that this is not he end for Adrian, no.
Adrian will travel to other worlds and gain power and adventure there as well— this will be in volume 2.
Writing this story has been my pleasure, and I quite frankly enjoyed it. The story was long, at least too long for me, for a FF I mean. Approximately 320 pages, but hey, who is counting…👏
For now?
Now, I am going to take a break.
I wish you well,
MULAM0.