Chapter one (HPRS)

Life had been kind to Harry James Potter... For a thousand years Harry had fought the good fight, defeating countless dark creatures, evil wizards, and dangerous magical beasts... Harry had amassed immense god-like power and incredible wealth; both in knowledge, experience, treasure, and wisdom. But nothing lasted forever, despite Harry mistakenly believing himself to be an absolute immortal.

It only took a supernova to kill off Harry... and all of humanity with it.

Despite the shock of his unexpected death, Harry was ready to be reunited with his family... and he was quite insistant about it. Unfortunately commanding Death to reclaim the Hallows and allow him rest wasn't the answer to that problem... In fact, it got him punished.

Harry was now Haraldr and was ugly and bald... he had kept the power of his past life though and was born incredibly powerful... Unfortunately, he was reborn a Mahjarrat, a warrior race of magical beings that were created by the Elder God Mah. Fortunately, Harry no longer required food or drink, which was good since Freneskae was a ruined planet with tiny amounts of ambient magic. Plus 'Haraldr' was born abnormally powerful and would actually survive long enough to eventually enjoy his life.

Harry spent his life learning, growing in power, knowledge, and experience and surviving until he stopped aging... it was fun, but those rituals were a real nuisance until Harry figured out how to manipulate them to his advantage.

With perfect invisibility Harry was able to hunt Muspah for sport, and Mahserrat, Chelon-Mah, and Mahkorat for Ritual sacrifices. Muspah were drained and killed, leaving behind amazing weapons and members of enemy tribes were drained and some were taken for sacrifice to avoid Mahjarrat being sacrificed. It was an amazing system and had kept Harry near the Ritual Marker, but Harry wanted more. Harry's power from his previous life was only godlike to human beings, but it was merely mildly impressive to the Mahjarrat... and Harry wanted more and Mah had set him up a great system to be exploited.

Enemy tribes; Mahserrat, Chelon-Mah, and Mahkorat sacrificed or were sacrificed, but primarily the males of their tribes and the Mahjarrat all bred and grew in number, from which Harry gained a brother and a half-brother: Sliske and Wahisietel, and Harry continued draining any surviving Muspah of energy and then looted weapons from their corpses. Members of the other tribes even joined them, Hazeel from the Mahserrat, and others from other tribes. And Harry? He had finally located Mah and drained her of her excess energy, finally becoming a god from the power. It only took a few centuries of his life to do it... which was far too long in Harry's opinion, but he got over it.

With the Mahjarrat strong and secure, Harry began training his siblings up in magic and combat with Sliske proving to be especially devastating and growing to rival Haraldr's own mastery of the Shadow Realm and Mahjarrat Necromancy, but Harry had secretly combined Mahjarrat and Earth's Necromancy to form a far stronger version of it for himself.

Harry and Sliske's younger brother Wahisiestal also proved to be adept in magic, but he wasn't as naturally talented at it as his brothers.

Despite originally desiring to die and join his family, Harry had found another disfunctional family to care for and be with and teach to kill... yeah Harry still wasn't sure about them. Despite being a god Harry distrusted Sliske, Wahisietel, and the other Mahjarrat due to the races nature... the Mahjarrat would at least consider killing him or trying to steal his power but that was thankfully impossible; being Master of Death meant that Harry couldn't be weakened, poisoned, or drained of power.

The Mahjarrat had come far in comparison to their enemies... They now stood 550 Mahjarrat strong, were all powerful, united under Haraldr, had homes of stone that was transfigured or heated and willed into new shapes, and Harry, the strongest, had grown in power and was a stronger god than before. Harry had been using his elemental powers from his first life to control the weather, fire, and the tiny amounts of water that existed naturally upon Freneskae. Secretly, Harry had also proclaimed himself the god of Magic, Death, Fire, Water, Sky, Storms, Weather, Knowledge, Strategy, War, Battle, Ambition, and Restraint. They were all excellent domains and a wonderful combination of them.

Alas the power of the Mahjarrat had drawn attention from so-called gods, named Icthlarin and Amascut. Harry didn't have a high opinion of them, he had been searching their minds and acquiring knowledge and skill from it, all without them noticing. Opening small portals, hypnotism, possession, and creating mental links for communication were some new powers of Harry's.

"You seek an army and promise us great battles and spoils, but what about after? Will we all receive lands to settle? We are leaving our home; a home that we have made our own." Harry said, but Sliske knew that Harry was merely aiming for greater benefits and was thinking long-term. Lands to amuse themselves with would be very nice in between battles.

"I'm sure that my father will happily award you all lands for your service," Icthlarin replied.

"Why should we leave? This our home!" Abrogal protested.

"For new battles and enemies! To test ourselves against new opponents!" Azzanadra replied.

"And because we say so," Temekel added.

"Mahjarrat! Brothers and sisters of the superior tribe!" Harry began. "We stand above our enemies and our now defeated rivals... we are the envy of our enemies, but we need new challenges and there are countless worlds out there! There exists nothing for us here but stagnancy and lesser opponents to all be crushed by us! Leaving and testing ourselves is the next logical step..."

"And because Haraldr, Temekel, and Azzanadra said so," Sliske added with a grin.

"Silence, Sliske," Salisard said angrily. "You are only tolerated because your brother's power is far beyond our own!"

Sliske smiled at Salisard, terrifying him. Salisard would die for that.

"What proof we have that the offer is genuine or if this... thing can keep to the agreement?" Abrogal asked, offending Icthlarin and Amascut.

"If not, I'm sure that we can each find ourselves a place outside of their domains and become kings, lords, gods, or warlords in our own right." Harry said. "I know that some will object, but should that number be too small then we will have to sacrifice you so that you can't betray our secrets. The Mahjarrat are all stronger together as a whole tribe that's united with a singular purpose..." It was left unsaid that the Mahjarrat could always betray the Menaphites if they didn't honor the agreement.

Only ten still objected, but Harry sensed that only Abrogal and Salisard were true believers who wanted to keep things as they were.

"Well, Abrogal and Salisard, you are both the true believers in staying here where we exist at our apex and can experience no further growth..." Having said that, Harry had them both seized. "Sliske, would you consider Salisard being briefly tortured by you before being sacrificed satisfactory?"

"Oh, I suppose. You want to leave quickly to begin the battle and I understand that... we can just sacrifice them both." Sliske said with false regret and a put upon tone of voice, but he was eager to leave the boring world too... far more than his brother even.

Harry nodded, appreciating his brothers support. "Mahjarrat, gather around the Ritual Marker... I won't be joining you for the Ritual, I need to gather my weapon collection."

Harry entered his three room home and retrieved his weapons; all made of a strange, strong, and blood red metal: a mace, a spear, a shield, daggers, longswords, and strangely scimitars. Most were stored in a pocket dimension keyed to his soul, but Harry kept two longswords available for battle.

Haraldr exited his home and joined back up with his people... the Mahjarrat left for Gielinor minutes later after taking a meaningless oath of obedience that wasn't even magically binding.

As the portal opened and Icthlarin, Amascut, Haraldr, and the other Mahjarrat arrived... the battling armies were bathed in burning light as the ground trembled and wind rolled across the plains like a tidal wave, drowning out the sounds of war... but when Harry's, or Haraldr's, presence was felt the Menaphite Forces knew that things had just changed for the better.

The Mahjarrat attacked, and the Zarosians never stood a chance.

Haraldr rained lightning, fire, magical blasts, and actual rain upon thousands... animating surviving corpses soon after in a model of military efficiency. Harry wasn't wasting any of the able bodies if they survived his onslaught.

As the Zarosian soldiers began to flee, Harry formed spears of water around them and launched them into their bodies... which Harry quickly reanimated, to Icthlarin's disapproval. Harry tried placating the rodent by willing the souls to exit the bodies, but he was still 'defiling a corpse'... Harry listed them under spoils unless he released them from 'service' by choice, which pissed Icthlarin off even more but Harry didn't really care, he just wanted power in all of its many forms.

It took a few years to drive out the Zarosian forces, but mainly because Harry had side projects in stealing wealth like gold, silver, gems, mithril, adamantite, a lot of granite, sandstone, and killing the Kalphite Queen and he had acquired more items made of that strange blood red metal... a piece of chainbody and a two-handed sword.

Sadly, Icthlarin was already plotting to strip the Mahjarrat Necromancers of their undead servants... Harry felt no guilt in plotting against the Menaphite Pantheon in return because of it. Harry slowly drained Amascut, Tumeken, Elidinis, Apmeken, Scabaras, Crondis, and Het of power and knowledge. Icthlarin would be left to witness his families death before finally being destroyed. Despite outwardly keeping his last known level of power, Harry was merely suppressing it and had grown in power and felt as if he would reach an entirely new level of it soon... his portals were already getting larger and more stable.

When Icthlarin took the wights and the other undead, Harry didn't stop him; even though he could have as Master of Death. It would take far more than some D-list wannabe psychopomp and false god to block Harry's power.

Haraldr, Sliske, and Wahisietel all simply left and travelled to the fortress of Kharid-et.

They surprised the Duke, some demon named Duke Ceres, and they offered him victory; all the territory they sought, the death of at least some of the Menaphite Pantheon, and the Mahjarrat as warriors... in return they wanted a lot of battle; preferably constant, and spoils and lands.

Duke Ceres unsurprisingly agreed, but he wanted more Mahjarrat to join them before they began the next attack... Zaros would even physically be there when they returned.

Haraldr and Sliske convinced just over 500 of the Mahjarrat to defect to Zaros' side, but Temekel and many of his supporters had refused.

"We are all here to discuss our joining Lord Zaros' empire and avenge the slight those Menaphite beasts dealt us by breaking their oaths and stealing our spoils..." Harry began. "Are there any objectors at this time?"

Very few raised their hands.

"Well, that was quick," Harry commented drily. "Any concerns or matters to be raised?"

"We should make a sacrifice to appease Mother Mah!"

"There isn't an earthquake... and we aren't on Freneskae and don't have a Ritual Marker," Harry rebutted, as Azzanadra explained the Ritual to Zaros. "Anyway, I would rather we capture the treasonous Mahjarrat to sacrifice first... we would have enough for over a dozen Rituals then and spare the true Mahjarrat who are all worthy of and demand respect from sacrifice."

"A wise idea to safeguard the loyal, one that I support," Zaros interjected. "I will create another Ritual Marker for you all to use and it will disperse the energy among you all, but on Gielinor you would have to do them regularly... I would suggest every 500 years."

The Mahjarrat looked pleased by that, but some were concerned about their weakening powers...

"My Lord, some of us have grown weaker from over-exerting ourselves and need to be rejuvenated..." A particularly stupid Mahjarrat said.

"Show of hands... which Mahjarrat consider themselves to weak to battle?" Harry asked, and five of them raised their hands. "Seize them!" Harry ordered to the stupid Mahjarrat's shock. "We're a warrior race... if you can't fight and even consider yourself weak then why keep you around?" Sliske laughed nearby at his brothers trick. "Ah, leave the female alive. They aren't born often enough to keep our population high." Harry added, impressing Zaros with his wisdom even if it was slightly motivated by an urge to breed.

The ritual began, with Harry sitting it out again.

"You aren't participating?" Zaros asked, sensing Haraldr's divinity but being surprised by his refusal of more power nonetheless.

"I ascended to godhood centuries ago and have been draining the Menaphite's recently," Harry replied. "I have plenty of power and I've outgrown the Ritual, but I do appreciate your aiding in my races uplifting."

Zaros nodded. "How did you ascend?"

"By draining Muspah of the energy invested in them by Mah," Harry replied, omitting his draining of Mah herself. "It was extremely time consuming, but we Mahjarrat are all gifted with long lifespans and sadly we can't battle all of the time, I simply made wise usage of my time."

"What titles have you chosen?" Zaros asked, seeking greater insight into Haraldr's thoughts and personality.

"God of Magic, Death, Fire, Water, the Sky, Storms, Weather, Knowledge, Strategy, War, Battle, Ambition, and Restraint. I went overboard with the titles, but they all fit my personality well." Harry said, and Zaros didn't doubt him. Haraldr had been destroying armies with storms, fire, water, magic, and he was worthy of those titles.

The ritual was completed and the Mahjarrat were prepared to leave with an army of Zarosians.

"Will you be joining us Lord Zaros?" Harry asked, but Zaros declined, wanting to see what Haraldr could do alone against the Menaphite Pantheon. Harry was greatly annoyed by that and he was beginning to realize that he would have to reveal his secret weapon... the Elder Wand, created by Death, and an Elder Artifact that had merged with his soul to anchor him to life and gave him an incredible weapon that killed by adding the energy of the target to the wielder when used by a god. The other Hallows gave him seemingly infallible invisibility and the ability to summon any deceased beings.

Still, despite losing some respect for Zaros, Harry lead his tribe in combat.

The war against the Menaphites and their pantheon had gone incredibly well. Het and Scabaras were slain and ripped apart after giving Het a chance to defect, which would have given humans a god to rally behind and give Zaros more indirect support from humanity... which Harry had to explain to Duke Ceres. Harry still drained them of all their divine energy first though, but there wasn't much to drain.

The Mahjarrat and Zarosians were unstoppable and the Menaphites armies had all been annihilated... until now.

They were faced with the remaining soldiers and the treasonous Mahjarrat... Harry wanted to avoid killing more of his tribe and wasting their lives.

"Mahjarrat!" Harry said, his voice projected over the battlefield. "That filthy beast Icthlarin and his so-called family have broken their oaths to us! They took our spoils without even compensating us! They have given us no lands that were promised and they never even intended too! Or give us the battles we sought!" Harry paused, observing the enemy Mahjarrat.

"You are all slaves to beasts and false gods, and you are all a disgrace to the Mahjarrat! I have but one final command for you all... Sleep!" Having said that, the enemy Mahjarrat were blasted backwards, stunned and were placed under stasis. "Azzanadra, deal with their army and the prisoners while I deal with Tumeken and Elidinis... and if I don't return then lead them with wisdom, foresight, strength, and with the tribes well-being always in mind." Azzanadra nodded, while hoping that Haraldr would return because he doubted his ability to lead as well as the god did.

Harry flew away towards the incoming divine power sources... Tumeken and Elidinis. As Harry flew towards them, he summoned the Elder Wand and willed it into its staff form while already preparing his first spell...

The three divine beings met... Harry cast his spell at Tumeken; blasting him back, already mortally wounded and then dodged the magical blast of Elidinis before unleashing another of his own.

"No!" Tumeken bellowed, helpless on the ground with his power already flowing into Harry.

Harry callously blasted a hole through Elidinis' heart; her divine power rapidly flowing into him, and then executed Tumeken for good measure, gaining his power too.

As a test, Harry opened a large portal to Freneskae, which succeeded. Having tested that, Harry destroyed their bodies, but discovered a large diamond with Tumeken's essence contained within it... it was basically a horcrux and was destroyed mere moments after Harry learned that.

"Disgusting being, creating such a vile and cowardly artifact," Harry spat in disdain. Harry dispersed their remains even further as one final insult, and sensing that his brethren had the battle won, Harry retrieved Icthlarin, Apmeken, Crondis, and Amascut for execution and drained them of power for good measure. "Well, Icthlarin, preemptively attacking the Zarosians was a colossal mistake... recruiting us to win the war that you started was a smart one... breaking your oath with us was a fatal mistake. It caused all of this, all you had too do was not be arrogant. You aren't a god, you're a mutated beast with delusions of godhood and importance. I hope that you like your actual punishment, killing your mother, father, Het, and Scabaras doesn't count and they are rather forgettable."

Harry began drowning Crondis in sand, slowly killing her... and since she was a mere magically mutated crocodile, Harry wasn't even slightly remorseful for it. Icthlarin begged him to stop, causing laughter from all of the arriving Mahjarrat as their god refused.

Crondis died minutes later and turned back into a crocodile.

"I'll give Apmeken a chance to continue living... she simply has to choose the correct door, but if she chooses the wrong one then she will die." Harry said, giving the beast goddess and Icthlarin false hope. Harry conjured multiple doors, each booby trapped with the only safe door behind a trapped one... Apmeken fearfully chose one, but was burned alive by an illusion of her father. "That must have been a shock! If only I read her thoughts at being killed by her fathers image!"

"For Amascut, who's puny beastial mind was unable to handle merely seeing true power, I will also give her a chance to survive... she will pick a Mahjarrat to duel and if she survives and wins then she lives. This will be a battle between mortals so I've suppressed her divine power." And by suppressed, Harry meant that he drained her power into himself. "Who do you chose as your opponent?"

Amascut randomly chose Zamorak, a lesser known Mahjarrat with great potential and ambition. Zamorak killed her in moments, not even deigning to toy with her.

"In case it wasn't clear Icthlarin... don't preemptively attack and then run and cower behind stronger beings. And don't then cheat those stronger beings by breaking an oath." Harry drained Icthlarin's power and then he cast an execution variant of the Cruciatus Curse that fed upon his life-force, magic, and any ambient magic. Harry also took over Icthlarin's duties too; seeing the importance of them and being able to do it far more effectively and quickly than Icthlarin.

Taking the remainder of the Kharidian empire didn't take very long, the peoples will to fight was broken by the death of their gods and no army could stand against the Mahjarrat, Haraldr, and the Zarosian armies.

The capital of the Kharidian empire had been taken and now it was time for obligatory bragging, taunting, and mocking in the form of victory speeches... Harry was allowed to give one too.

"Your false gods, some abominations who were mere magically mutated beasts, have all been destroyed... Most of you are wondering why and you probably even have some theories." No one dared raise their voice for fear of death or torture. "Your gods, or what you considered gods, attacked Lord Zaros' empire and his attack was a justified counter-attack... of course your false gods then sought more soldiers to save them from the consequences of their mistakes... we, the Mahjarrat. We were used and betrayed by false gods, mutated beasts incapable of keeping their oaths, devoid of all honor, integrity, respect for others, and every one of them vile manipulators who sent good men to their deaths because they wanted what another had... they ordered a small attack and withdrew knowing that the Zarosians would respond and then look like the aggressor and make them still look benevolent."

"You have been liberated and this injustice has been righted... I hereby introduce you to your new Lord and saviour, Lord Zaros!" Harry announced, impressing Zaros and even his own kin with his speech... unknown to most, the other gods were viewing the speech by scrying and most now considered Haraldr a threat to them. Only Armadyl and Seren withheld their judgement.

While Zaros went to give his speech, Harry began warding the new conquest against scrying and would be experimenting with preventing enemy gods from projecting power, opening portals too, or teleporting there. It was an interesting experiment that Harry would make work and only he and Zaros had power there when he was done, but Harry could block Zaros out any time that he wanted. After creating redundancies Harry left to rejoin his Mahjarrat brethren.

The Second Age seemed like it would be great for them and Harry was committed to growing in power and knowledge... unfortunately the other gods allied and vowed to unite against Zaros if he attacked any of them. That pretty much ruined the fun battles they could have had, but Harry was adaptable and instead sought more power to slay the gods and weaken the enemies armies.

Taking the so-called Staff of Armadyl was easy with his invisibility and Point-Me spell.

The Horn was a simple matter of retrieving it from a cave.

It was the Stone of Jas that was the hardest to acquire...

Harry tracked it to the Fremennik province and watched the rediscovery of runes and the creation of several elemental temples and other temples for rune creation. It was stolen by a mage who exploited its powers with his people and bettered their society, but some dragon-esqu creatures came and when the people tried strengthening themselves with the Stone they also strengthened the Stone's guardians... Harry stole the Stone for himself and hid in the Shadow Realm of Kethsi while they used a mysterious ore to battle and kill the Stone's guardians.

Harry captured one of the beasts for interrogation and he learned their races name: the Dragonkin... they created the dragons. Harry was awed by them and he took the Dragonkin for study and draining. When one drew power from the Stone, the Dragonkin were empowered equally to punish anyone who had misused it. Harry would imprison this Dragonkin, drain it of power, and draw knowledge and in emergencies power from the Stone of Jas. Harry could drain an imprisoned Dragonkin for eternity if someone else used the Stone... plus Harry learned how to copy their ability to travel through planes of existence by opening a portal through another dimension.

Harry drained Kalibath and nearly doubled his power, but Harry felt that only bumped him up onto the next level of godhood... he still wasn't stronger than Zaros though, but he could at least overpower Saradomin or Armadyl.

The worst thing about this peace was that Harry was denied the right to destroy the newly arrived Bandos who claimed to be the god of war and usurped his title. Harry and the other Mahjarrat were all displeased though, which was never a good thing. A god needed to die to start a war and unite the world much further... preferably Saradomin or Bandos. Armadyl was reasonable, but those two were rabid animals who wanted to feel powerful and be worshipped.

Harry was still clever and spiteful though and stole Bandos' primary armies and support base from him by traveling onto Yu'biusk and then warding it so that the only god who could travel there was Harry. Harry had even convinced the goblins to swear loyalty to him! Harry allowed them to become less militant, of course, but he still had a much larger army and had also weakened Bandos in the process... If Bandos sought to expand his empire to replace them then he would gain multiple gods as enemies and expedite his demise. So it was a huge win either way.