radio demon's grin

Alastor took in a soothing breath as he re-entered hell, sure his magical friends may find this choice absurd, but they did understand it. he’s a peryton after all and what’s the better place for a spirit of vengeance to be then toying with the sinners trying to live in hell?

Even if he’s not been present there in person, his shadow and hunters have still visited on regular basis if not outright those few who choses to live there dominantly. It allowed him to stay in the magical world with attention put there for as long as it needed, and not leave him unaware of the ongoings of hell.

That the trip to the magical world took as long as it did was accidental, but such things happens even if it where longer then he’d preferred.

Yet for a overlord who really only became one due to technicality and lack true territory outside of the various houses he’s gathered all over the magical world and few he scattered over hell, as he travels. He have gathered a large number of servants of some kind or another.

From vassals and subordinates, to the more animated ones of his dolls and puppets... the shadows he wields and even his reapers. All varying in awareness and sentience, with shadows being clearly inhuman and both his dolls and puppets while aware it’s limited to akin a child’s just naming a little of it. each differ from the other with some allowed to live freely outside of their duty or whatever work he put on them that is.

perhaps he should look around and see the changes for himself before he broadcasts his return for them all to hear with potential guess of course... but he got one place to go to first, before he could do any hunt again.

crimson eyes focusing on a specific place in the distance of the city as a pair of shadowy abyssal wings formed before splintering into several pairs as they stretched out casting a wide terrifying shadow that grew larger in front of him. while the wings themselves looked more like shadows and wisps formed into semi-tangible energy feathers to make them giving an tendril like effect as they stretched wider, before with a single flap he vanished in surge of shadow’s

Notes:

Final on Hogwarts chapters, but the story continues in the next story of this series.
Short wiki about Perytons for this fic, but also addition fact.
Peryton is a tricky magical species, that one can be born with from start or inherited thru a inheritance if normal magical one or a chaos inheritance, downside then is the trigger being harm, abuse, torture. The future peryton been harmed to such point that they could ended up a obscurely if their magic had turned on them, instead their magic shields and heals them, and either chooses to strike back or run off until they can.
They’re predatory species preferring Humanoid Sentient food, but unlike cannibals if demons or humans they’re more picky on who they eat. Preferring to eat bad people, so while things like theft don’t register to them murder do if level varying. Other things like abuse, rape and pedophiles are always marked as prey to feast on, unless the person happen to be soiled-meat something rather rare to occur.
The species is also shape-shifters, true natural ones not really having a specific true form like a metamorphagus got, instead they got a base form that’s typically their current favorite that feels right. this form can be changed whenever they feel like it but also alters and changes at a more slower subtle pace over longer periods of time. yet somehow while they don’t have a decided true form there is one form that’s so very iconic and famous for perytons and that’s the deer like one with bird wings, tails and talons on the front legs, due to the simple fact Perytons often used this hybrid form.
this as a whole makes it ridiculous hard to notice if a person next to you is a peryton unless you look at their shadow. A shadow who’s not only alive and sentient but also don’t tend to fully match their owner’s own form.
perytons also got a very peculiar detail, because as a species as a whole they’re asexual, thought the level varies depending on peryton. This is because of one single reason, being that they only can get sexual/fertile if they eat a fresh-heart. Why this is no one actually know as it’s a rather odd condition.
As such Alastor is asexual but a large part of it is due to his species, but even if he where to eat a fresh-heart Alastor don’t care for sex at all, but it would make him willing to have sex with a partner. Without a fresh-heart then he flat out deny any sex and finds it disgusting or disturbing. This is also why Rosie calls him an Ace, thought Alastor/Harry don’t know what that label means, because the magical world don’t use it.
For the magical world sexual orientation labels don’t exist, they don’t need it, a partner is a partner regardless of gender because with magic it don’t limit them. this culture difference also causes some confusion or clashes at times with the mortal human one, like one have names for one thing while the other completely lacks that category.

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chapter over.
as for tags and characters more can possible be added in later chapter's

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