MerMay 2022
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The Avatar of Lust knew better than anyone that many people confused love with desire. People believed that love was wanting to have someone, being jealous, and possessing them. Characteristics that could easily describe lust. Because Love and Lust were two things so intrinsic in society that it was common to think that romance and sexual desire went hand in hand. So, Asmodeus was looking for both. Words that belonged to the love language but were the essence of lust.
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The stranger jumped over the last rocks separating them and fell to his knees on the edge, holding out his hand to Regulus.
"James Potter, Captain of the Gryffindor Army. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Regulus raised his chin defiantly. Why was this human smiling at him as if meeting him was accelerating?
"Why do you want to do this?"
"Why wouldn't I want to join you?" James asked totally confused as if it were normal to condemn his soul.
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“Why—?” Pete crossed his arms. “Why are you doing this?”
The creature struggled again. He even pushed himself to the other side of the pool, away from Pete, and covered his mouth to drown out the words. But it was absurd because he wasn't using his voice to talk to him.
«Because we are soulmates! Please don't be mad!» The words came to his mind too quickly, desperate to confess. «It doesn't force you to do anything. Also, I wouldn't force you to do anything. I promise, Pete. But…»
Pete closed his eyes.
New world.
New reality.
New circumstances.
New bad luck.
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If they threw him there, he could die by drowning or by the impact with the rocks. The sirens would do nothing. They didn't care about anyone but Peter Pan.
“Fear not, brother. You are a Hook. The sea will embrace you.”
And he fell into the sea, right into the presence of a sea goddess.
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“How can you almost killed us in the sea!?” Draco lowered his hands to hold Harry's shoulders, “You can't panic with your element! You're the Chosen One! How is that possible?”
“A lot of talent and bad luck,” Harry nodded and blew out a strand of hair that fell into his eyes. “And stop calling me The Chosen One. It is uncomfortable.”
Harry really hated prophecies, fate, and the whole package of being The Chosen One. But mainly he hated the merman in front of him.