Should I worry about the fact that I was cackling like a madman the entire time I was reading this?

And I'm probably going to dramatically miss the mark here but I'll guess anyway. Has Lilith come out to play?

And for the LAST TIME, quit sweatin' the release date. It comes out when it comes out.

 

Very disturbing sneak peak, like something striaght out of a horror movie. Very nice job on the cat and mouse game; personally, this type of story is the reason that I read fanfiction. If the rest of the chapter is anything like that, I'll wait as long as I need to for you to finish vetting it.

That said, I can't wait for the next chapter. Keep up the amazing work.

 

Geez......if you check this thread around 60% of the posts are about the members asking Thal to update. When he has said he'll update then it means that he'll update.


That being said, that was one hell of a sneak-peek. Now I am all excited. Either Lilith found a way to manage her burning anger or it's the new OC. Did Voldemort just loose a horocrux?

 

Right. That was cruelly awesome of you Thal. Now I'm going to have to reread both chapters of your story, so I have no issues with forgetting stuff in the third. I'm looking forward to the new chapter!

 

the sneak-preview is really good but it is cruel of you to give us a taste but not the all of it.

 

It was slightly cruel of you to do that, though it does look good.
Also,

THAT IS THE SWEETEST SMILEY EVER!
¯\/¯

 

Hmm, what I find great is that unlike some authors I've encountered you seem to reply to all the questions asked and do it really quickly too, thanks for that.

 

I nearly crapped my Mr. T boxer briefs when I read that. I can't wait to see what actually goes down... that was hotter than Joan Rivers' vagina during a Who's The Boss re-run.

 

I love this so much I wanted the hug my computer

Waiting eagerly for the update.

 

I just had an idea as to who the next girl is. When i was looking around for the Citadel Of Rapture i found something on Atlas and him holding up the world which was referred to as rapture. So i thought it could have to do with greek mythology. Am i close? And if i am is it a goddess(Athena,Aphrodite)?


Edit: The above or Rapture as in the whole end of the world deal where christians assend to heaven(i'm jewish). Seing as the next destination is the Vatican if i'm correct it would most likely relate to god and christianity. If only i knew what building the Citadel Of Rapture could be. I think it means a fortress of either sexuality(unlikley) or fortress for the assention to heaven(a little better).

 

Maybe it has something to do with your avatar, but I'm getting some serious Fate/Stay Night vibes after reading the first two chapters. The domination/servant link within your story seems to hint towards a servitude/partnership that reflects Fate.

I like the concept of developing a 'fresh' team that revolves around Harry as its center. (The fact that every one of them is a dark-orientated female seems to only compound this.) IP raised an interesting point why every member of the new partnership (for the lack of a better word) is female, but at the present moment, I see no direct problems. It certainly lends imagination towards a possible 7v7 battle between Voldemort's raised corpses and Harry's mystical entourage. I honestly find your combat scenes a little verbose and wordy at times, but the general flow of the story is excellent. A clear, almost chilling, description of the setting only adds to the effect. I especially liked Harry's journey through the various Incubi and Succubi towards Lilith.

I'm not a great fan of NC-17 material, especially adult scenes, but your portrayal was quite all right. Many writers focus too much on the adult scenes rather than emphasising any background, save for two people having sex.

I look forward to the next chapter. 4/5

 

Fate/Stay Night and Fate/Hollow Ataraxia were awesome games, and I was influenced by certain dynamics that both presented, the overall servant/master aspect of the story was all part of jon3776's 'Queens/Ladies Challenge'. The point behind the story was to have Harry enslave women that would ultimately be his salvation after enduring things even Hell would have a hard time thinking up, or eventually be his astounding demise into chaos and bloodthirsty madness.

While F/SN provides excellent references for the partnership aspect of a story like this, it really can't help when it comes to how Harry's personality will interact with the personalities of the women he ressurects. That's something I have to devise entirely on my own, as I'm really the only one who intimately knows each and every one of their personalities and who they are supposed to be as characters.

Not every female is going to be dark. I think I've explained it before and it was even mentioned at the end of the Prologue, but there's actually going to be a slightly split mixture between Queens and Ladies.

3 Queens vs. 3 Ladies and 1 Fencesitter that could end up becoming a Queen or a Lady.

That was one of the problems I had to tackle when I first started, was how to realistically portray (Well as realistic as the story can be) exactly why Harry had to go for women, instead of men or even a mixture of women and men. His reflective broom ride in Chapter 1 pretty much described his entire reasoning for going after women only.

Plan on seeing every member of Harry's ressurected to clash with every member of Voldemort's on dozens of occasions. There will be fights amongst them in several places as well as varying situations and circumstances. A lot of Harry's women will single out certain people in Voldemort's group as a type of 'rival' mentality, but there will be many times they square off against others as well.

As a small example, Lilith and James will confront each other on several occasions. They will in fact develop a sort of singled out hatred of each other (At least Lilith's hatred towards him), but she will also end up battling other members such as Hermione, Ron, and even Albus at times. These dynamics will hopefully breathe a bit of life and enjoyment into what could otherwise be dreary and even boring confrontations.

In fact, plan to see Harry and Voldemort duke it out over 6 times throughout the story.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you talk to, my style of writing action and fight scenes probably will not change. I enjoy writing in that style, and it's become my comfort and even my forte' when dealing with Queens. It might be long winded, even sometimes exhausting, but I want to pride myself in fight/action scenes and hopefully provide things not normally seen in HP fandom. A bit pompous of me I know, but no writer ever carved their own niche without providing something readers haven't seen before.

Good, that's actually what I was really shooting for and it seems I've accomplished it. There will be many NC-17 scenes throughout the story, some intense, some rape, some sensual and some entirely driven by love. To cut out NC-17 material would actually be a slap in the face to a story like this in my honest opinion, and I'd end up lying to myself about not wanting to include it. Not because I want to hump my computer screen at the thought of showing two written characters bumping uglies (Which I'd hump my computer screen over anyways.) but because sex, be it love or not, is one of the big influences in everything we do. It's part of our nature, and to skim over it and the feelings it evokes means that I would have to hang up my cap as a writer right now. But I don't want it to be the base focus, instead, just another aspect of the story that helps drive it's emotions rather than controls them.

I'm actually quite humbled that you went through this much trouble to research where the Citadel might be, and for that I've really got to tip my hat off to you. Your first guess, unfortunately, couldn't be more wrong.

However, your second, is very, very close. The Citadel is not a fortress of sexuality, but your latter guess is almost spot on. Of course, the only way to get there is through something residing within the Vatican.

Now that you've guessed that much, all you need to do now is figure out exactly who is it that Harry could be going after?

And why does she hate Lilith with every ounce of her being?

And no, it's not Eve or Mary.


Thanks for the support everyone, I've been busy lately so the Chapter isn't progressing until I've got free time. But where Chapter 2 is stuck, Chapter 3 is thriving. Chapter 3 has already surpassed 8,000 words. And as such, I'll provide another teaser scene just for all of you.

Keep in mind once again, that this scene has been neither edited or spell checked, so plan to see mistakes. Enjoy!


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His eyes travelled over to the adjoining office door that Lilith had been escorted to when he had departed. There was a miniscule pang of panic when he noticed the door were shut but his legs were already taking long strides towards his point of interest. There was a small metallic click as his artificial hand wrapped around the gold handle but his body hesitated for an unknown reason. As preposterous as it sounded, there was a second where he wondered if she would even be behind the door. He hadn't taken his eyes off her for more than a minute when they first arrived back and she didn't seem like the type of feral bloodhound to sit in one spot and wait until her Master came home. He crushed the feeling, mentally pointing out to himself that there were other circumstances that required his attention. The handle turned easily, the door's mechanism clicking and allowing the wizard entrance into the small office. He expelled a small breath of relief at what he found.

Lilith sat at the edge of the table, cloak wrapped around her voluptuous frame as she stared out the tinted window leading to a dark Diagon Alley.

"Why was this door shut?" Harry asked, a slight edge to his voice.

The demon's swirling red eyes broke away from the torch lit street with a blatant laziness, meeting his solitary emerald and acting as if she hadn't known he was there.

"My, you are a control freak." she drawled with a bored atmosphere to her voice. Harry's gaze held hers, telling her wordlessly that he expected an answer.

She flung her liquid crimson hair back with a nonchalant toss of her hand. "Since you simply must know, those things..." she emphasized. "...smell disgusting. If I didn't shut the door then you would have returned to a far more lonely building." She stood up, cloak falling back into place and hugging her body. "I take it you've finished your foolish errands?"

Her impatient and insulting undertones were almost physical in their projection, making Harry clench his jaw to refrain from casting a body bind upon her and dragging her through the lobby in a humiliating fashion.

"No, I haven't.." he replied tersely. He made a motion with his head. "Come on, I've got something important to take care of and then we're leaving."

Lilith's beautifully mystic eyes rolled in exasperation, as if expecting to be stuck inside Gringotts far longer than originally foreseen. She adjusted the cloak, hiding her tongue-wagging frame and pulled her hood over once more, hiding her face. Harry held down the urge to smack her when she sauntered past him, instead gripping the handle of the office door a bit harder than necessary and slamming it shut. Harry stepped back out into the large lobby as hundreds of goblins went about day to day activities, despite the grave situations surrounding Diagon Alley. It only took a moment to slip off the shoe of his heightening temper, instead retying the laces of his cold and calculating facade. He motioned for Lilith to follow him as he made his way towards the large, double red velvet doors that no doubt implicated the main office. He was silently grateful that the demon kept anymore snide gestures to herself, instead taking up a place at his side without any hassle.

"Mister Potter!"

Harry stopped briefly, his eyes flicking to the side. He made no outward acknowledgment of the goblin hobbling towards him as quickly as his short legs could carry him. Harry pulled his eyes away from his financial advisor, taking up his walk towards the main office once more. The pale green skinned goblin rushed up to Harry's free side, holding several folders of parchment in his hands.

"Mister Potter!" Romazkt said breathlessly, falling in step with the young wizard. "Mister Potter, please let me explain..."

Harry didn't look at his monetary consultant as he continued to walk, instead lifting up the papers in his hand. "I'm sure you've seen these by now. It's really the only explanation I need."

"I understand that." the goblin said, stumbling as he tried to avoid a co-worker and keep up with the Boy-Who-Lived. "You've got to understand that I had no knowledge of this until it was just brought to my attention. After you were here last, I had all transactions recorded and automatically sent to your vault. Had I known such fees were implemented upon your accounts, I would have notified you immediately."

Harry's still continued forward, but his eye cut over, taking a look at the goblin. His choice of accusatory words was softened only by the neutrality in which they were presented. "So you're telling me that, despite my yearly fees to you, you haven't been doing your job?"

"Of course not!" Romazkt exclaimed, his goblin heritage making his voice scratchy and gravel-like. "Your vault was under a Blood Quill contract with the Head-Manager himself. There would have been no way any of us could breach such a contract. It's virtually impossible."

The young wizard's clothing swayed lightly as he stopped in front of the imposing red and brown velvet doors. For the first time since Romazkt approached him, Harry turned and acknowledged the goblin with his entire attention. He held up the papers once more in allegation, waving it back and forth.

"Virtually impossible didn't keep it from happening, Romazkt!" Harry ground out heatedly. The Chosen One closed his eye, taking a deep breath and calming himself before addressing his advisor again. "Somehow that contract didn't stop a quarter of the galleons in the Black vault from being charged and deposited directly into Gringotts' holdings. You're the only goblin that has any access to my vaults, and I find it somewhat hard to believe this was a minor oversight on your part."

The goblin's black eyes flew open. "You're saying I had something to do with this?" he asked in disbelief.

Harry didn't answer, instead looking to the side and banging the side his fist against the dual doors. The silence between them didn't dictate the silence of the building, the bustle of the wizarding bank still playing in the background. It only took a moment for the office entrance to unlocking with a boom, both doorframes sliding open. Harry broke eye contact with the short creature, turning slipping inside with Lilith on his heels.

The office was not what one would befit to a goblin's business office, as it seemed more a muggle lounge of luxury than a place of haggling negotiations. The room was large, lined with brownish red walls and a soft black carpet. Goblin artifacts and archaic treasure's lined the walls, with pictures taken through the ages of Gringotts. Expensive rugs were strung about in exquisite glass cases. There was a suit of ancient goblin armor, a plaque underneath claiming it from the historical Goblin and Duerger war. There was a sprinkle of rich, green plants in various places with the softer green ferns hanging in suspended pots overhead. There was a lengthy, red cherry desk with a high backed leather chair settled comfortably in front of a roaring fire. There were red plush chairs placed in several places and a long cream suede couch sat against the far wall. Dozens of candles floated through the room and coupled with the thick fire light gave an incredibly comforting setting.

A slightly aged goblin stood next to the desk, sifting through the parchments in his hands. He was dressed as every other goblin employee, his only distinguishment being the gold galleon badge on his brest pocket and the red pointed hat upon his head. His black eyes shifted from the papers in his hands, looking over the rims of his half framed glasses and taking in the group that entered.

"Ahh, Harry. I'm surprised to see you on such short notice." Gozemplat said with a scratchy, diplomatic tone. "Our last conversation led me to believe we would not see each other for some time." His eyes drifted towards the cloaked companion at his side. "It also gave me the impression that you' be travelling alone."

"Yeah, well plans change." Harry said without an ounce of courtesy, disregarding the goblin's inquiry about the shrouded Lilith, who was now standing against the far wall of the office. He stalked up to the desk and placed his monetary reports on the top. He slid them over to the Head-Manager with a purposeful movement. "I was hoping you could enlighten me as to what seemed to be wrong with my accounts."

Gozemplat set aside the papers that were already in his hand, calmly picking up the ones now thrust in front of him. A gnarled claw rose softly and adjusted his glasses and he thumbed through the papers. It wasn't long before he placed them back down and looked up. "It would seem you've been incurring extramural finance charges in accordance to using muggle methods of payment. Most of which has come to be stored within Gringotts' holdings." the Head-Manager stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I can see that." Harry acknowledged with as must blandness his voice could muster. "My question is why?"

Gozemplat stepped up to his the desk, pulling out his rolling chair and seated himself. His slid the papers over to Harry's financial advisor who stood stalk still . The Head-Manager pulled over a book that sat upon his desk and began skimming through some of the pages, not directly speaking to Harry. "It seems that someone who has governing capabilities over your vaults decided that certain capabilities you were handed also seemed to come with various strings attached."

Harry's eye travelled to Romazkt, who was rereading Harry's financial reports with a distressed look upon his wrinkled and worn face. "The contract was signed with a Blood Quill, which I expressly stated went against Ministry regulations about illegal objects. I only agreed only because Gringotts was stepping out of their normal procedures to accommodate me and prepare things within the muggle world. But there were no charges that carried that kind of interest rate when I signed. Someone on your staff seems to have breached the contract we agreed upon." Harry declared coldly, finally catching his aide's attention.

Romazkt placed both his hands on the side of the desk, his voice desperate. "Please, I swear to you upon my family name that I have no idea how any of this came about!"

Gozemplat let his eyes wander between client and employee, before pushing the book in his hands towards Harry. The raven haired wizard spared Romazkt one final glance before he took a defining look at the tomb in front of him. It took less than a second before his features expressed confusion. "It's written in Gobbledegook."

The Head-Manager nodded, standing up and walking towards the fire behind his desk. He placed his hands behind himself as he recited what was written. "In the event that Gringotts should make contact with the Muggle world on behalf of any wizarding family, it reserves the right to implicate any and all transferring fees. In addition, Gringotts holds the ability to apply interest and suffrage rates up to and including forty percentile of the proceeds processed from galleons to pounds. These rates can be applied upon every consecutive usage, or accrued and charged in lump sums at the ending of each Gringotts fiscal year."

Harry was dumbstruck the moment Gozemplat finished speaking. "This wasn't one of the terms when I signed the contract! You assured me that I only had to pay one initial fee for having you set up a muggle account and that any money that needed to be transferred between Gringotts and the muggle bank would be free of charge!"

Gozemplat didn't answer Harry right away, turning around and reaching across the desk for the book. He turned a few pages, taking note of the hand written markings in its index before stopping and placing his finger upon a solitary clause. "Should any contract between a wizard and Gringotts come under fiscal term scrutiny without the wizard's or witch's forthcoming knowledge, Gringotts will take no action within a twenty-four hour contact period. Gringotts will take exactly one day to inform said clients to possible changes in their contract and leave a finalized decision to the wizard/witch. If the wizard/witch has not contacted Gringotts after the time period, Gringotts may freely implicate the necessary changes to the signed contract, whether the contract is magically sealed or not. Any decisions will come from those with authoritative rights over the vaults or finances in question." The managing goblin stepped back, adjusting his glasses once more. "Those terms were implicated in 1904. Your contract expressly states any and all Gringotts charges that may arise. We sent the necessary invoice out for your approval but received no reply. Thus, it was up to anyone with supervision over your vaults to make that decision."

Harry's eye shined with a sheen of intense resentment as it once again locked onto Romazkt for the upteenth time. "You've been taking care of my families assets for nearly forty years." he said with a shearing edge to his words. "You went behind my back and..."

The goblin under scrutiny held up his hands in defense. "You have to believe me, Harry." he said in exasperation, finally resorting to using his first name. "I didn't..."

"Romazkt wasn't the one who made this choice."

A disbelieving silence flooded the room when Gozemplat's scratchy, goblin voice spilled across everyone's ears.

"What?" Harry asked, stunned. Rozamkt held a similar look of disbelief.

The Head-Manager reached over his desk and lifted up a sharp letter opener. He sliced through one of the envelopes on his desk, eyes raking it over as he spoke detachedly. "I did. I didn't feel at liberty to allow Romazkt to make such a substantial decision. The amount of money, as well as his dealings with the Potter generations all these years, would have most likely clouded his judgement in making an educated decision with Gringotts' best interests at heart. While I'm not above allowing family financial aides help their respective clients in finding the best way to save their money, I don't want it done at Gringotts' expense."

"You knew about this?" Romazkt asked incredulously, staring at his superior as if he had never seen the goblin before.

Gozemplat didn't answer his inferior, his attention still upon the different letters he was opening. His gaze finally drifted up, landing on the seething wizard in front of him. "Perhaps it would be best if you returned to your errands, Romazkt."

The Potter aide stood still, before nodding stiffly. A hand landed on his shoulder before he could leave, and he turned to find Harry staring at him apologetically.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I thought it was your decision." Harry said softly, his polite tone miles apart from the demeanor his body held.

Romazkt smiled lightly, a somewhat grotesque sight on his goblin features. "I understand Mister Potter." he said cordially, part of him understanding why Harry would have jumped to conclusions. He shook the young wizard's hand before his short legs carried him out of the office.

The moment the large doors slammed closed behind his back, Harry brought his attention back to the Gringotts manager. "How dare you make a decision like this without consulting me first." The young wizard replied with a chilling voice. Something in his mind clicked when the final word left his mouth, causing his eyes to narrow considerably. "When I first entered you said you hadn't expected to see me for awhile. Considering your business nature, Gozemplat, I'm finding it hard to believe that you just now stumbled across this information."

The Head-Manager set aside his envelope knife along with the papers he was sifting through, folding his hands and staring at the young wizard. His gaze was dispassionate, as if he really didn't care if Harry had a problem with what had happened to his vaults. "What you believe and what you don't believe really hold no ground, Mister Potter." he rebutted, calling out Harry by his surname. "Gringotts has its own terms and conditions that, might I remind you, are entirely recognized by Ministry standards. While we might not agree with much of the bigotry inside of your government, business is still business."

Harry's mithril hand began to clench and unclench, partially hidden by the sleeve of his sleek, black jacket. The condescending manner in which Gozemplat spoke to him, tore away a large part of Harry's collected attitude. "You know what I'm trying to do with my money. You know how much Hogwarts needs to be opened again." Harry spoke softly, another failsafe to guard against his rising anger. "Without the proper funds, the Order can't bring the school back onto its feet. I can't let Voldemort..."

"The Dark Lord is not a goblin problem." Gozemplat said, interrupting Harry. "He is a product of wizarding societies neglect towards its followup generations. Gringotts has, and always will be, neutral in your struggle against him. As such, I will not have this bank show you, or anyone for that matter, special attention simply based upon this conflict."

Intangible fury radiated from Harry's body, and it was only through extreme willpower that he kept it from spilling past the calming dam of Occlumency that encompassed it. His voice was the sound of steely resolution. "You think Voldemort cares about Gringotts? You honestly believe that hiding behind the fact that you're playing neutral, that he would stop at your doorstep if he ever chose to attack Diagon Alley?" He leaned in, making sure he had the goblin's attention. "Voldemort doesn't care about money. He doesn't care about material things. All he craves is power. All he revels in is the conquests of his armies, taking him one step forward in bringing everything we know under his control. He would destroy Gringotts simply because he could, and no amount of your money control would stop him."

Gozemplat met Harry's gaze with an unmoved air of his own. "Unlike you wizards, goblins are a bit more diplomatic when it comes to dealing with hostile entities outside of our control. We have already taken the necessary steps for what may lay ahead. Whether it is under the thumb of your Ministry, or the thumb of the Dark Lord, Gringotts will always be here."

Harry slammed his hands on the desktop, his control slipping. "The reason Gringotts still stands is because of every wizard and witch that puts their lives on the line to protect not only Diagon Alley, but the rest of the wizarding world! They're the only ones standing between Gringotts and Voldemort, and you dare downplay their efforts as if they didn't matter. Reconstructing Hogwarts is more than just bringing students back to school, it's a symbol of strength for all of magical Britain."

Gozemplat was still unaffected by Harry's words, resting his elbows on the desk and folding his hands. "Perhaps you place to much faith in the forces you're trying to help, Harry." he said as he pulled out the young wizard's first name again. "Believe it or not, I do happen to read the Daily Prophet on occasion. Imagine that I was unsurprised to find a high contrast in light sided casualties, compared to the Dark Lord's. It seems to be a common trait. Wouldn't you agree?"

There was no mistaking the callous, underlying meaning to that question. The words were almost physical, a spear as it left Gozemplat's mouth, lancing its way into the part of Harry's mind that still held the fond memories of friends and family. Friends and family that had died in the struggle against Voldemort. Friends and family whose sacrifice was known far and wide.

Perhaps it was the stress of the full blown war looming on the horizon, coupled with the powerless feeling that he struggled against on a daily basis. Maybe it was the intense pressure he was under because of the mission he had already put underway, tied in with the past several days of little to no sleep. Mayhaps it was the agonizing way the demon queen could sense his every thought and desire, using them to worm her way under his mental defenses and get under his skin. It could have possibly been the life or death situations he found himself playing a part in not even a full day ago. It might have even been, loathe as he was to admit it, the small part of himself that refused to allow anyone to speak to him in such a way.

The only thing that could be concluded is that something inside Harry's mind snapped. The floss-thin tightrope that his composure had been teetering upon for the past twenty four hours split as if a Hippogriff had tried to land upon it. The raging waters of his anger crashed against the dam of his Occlumency shields, bursting through and flooding over the common sense he held as his body reacted far before his mind could stop it.

 

Wow! Nice job Thalarian.

I've noticed that you've tried to stay clear of the cliches that many other HP Fanfics fall into, as shown by the Goblins attitude and the way they swindled Harry, compared to the usual of the Goblins kissing Harry's butt.

Keep up the good work.

Mog

 

Wait, hate Lilith? OMg, that sounds so freaking famliar, I know I've heard this somewhere....

 

Why you little tease.....you just had to go ahead and post that didn't you. You better have the next chapter ready pretty soon because that little sneek-peek sure did whet my appetite.

 

Yeesh. That was really good. The last two paragraphs, especially, were worded really excellently. "Floss-thin tightrope" ha. And you used "mayhaps", one of my favorite things to say.

I've already told you several times that Lilith is the shit, and if I were Harry I would punish her accordingly for trying to get under my skin like that...

Your Harry is exactly right in that little snippet. A man. He struggles to keep his composure and not flip out, but bitches and goblins and no rest and being ripped off chip away at that control until (and I've read the part right after this, so I squeal with naughty delight boom.

Though, Thalarian, you have done the opposite of your intentions with this sneak peek. Instead of calming my desire to read the next installments, you have driven me past the point of patience. I know I said take your time earlier, but...damn.

 

Hmm while it only took me all of fifteen minites on google and some bible forums(painfull) i found both guesses quite fast though it took another fifteen to formulate them. Vatican who and where could it be?.....(did that davinci code have relation to this?)

Vatican, the citadel of Catholicism as it is refered as. And i need the citadel of Rapture AKA: The end of the world idea, And acention to heaven. Now Lilith can be found in many hewbrew texts but i'd rather just do it in english. So i am going to find the enemy or adversary to Lilith rather then search around the Vatican.
And i have narrowed it down to A:angels (Senoy, Sansenoy, and Semangelof) B:Mehetabel daughter of Matred C:Lamia And the ones i am most confident about:

D:Inanna or Ishtar-the original "Holy Virgin," as the Sumerians called her, is the first known divinity associated with the planet Venus. This Sumerian goddess became identified with the Semitic goddesses Ishtar and later Astarte, Egyptian Isis, Greek Aphrodite, Etruscan Turan and the Roman Venus.

I don't think anyare correct because the ''light in the citadel'' as you stated is so hard to find. Awoman who probibley is a angel and i almost give up. The only thing close to the Vatican was a text in which the church was represented by a woman....so i tried.
Edit: i came across a book which i don't know if it's fiction but it describes a witch Garnet Lacey who is being hunted by the vatican and xalls Lilith to help her survive. But Litlith takes over her body agaist her will etc.

 

I couldn't agree more...

 

One suggestion for your story.

Harry revives one of the "Light" women. She offers an alliance so that they can work together, while not recognizing his goal is to enslave her. Harry attacks her - to the lady's utter surprise since he just revived her, easily captures her because she's weakened from the ritual, and rapes her to complete the ritual. He feels very guilty afterwards and wonders if it was necessary. You create a nice character dynamic and development here. This lady could be the person who hates Harry the most.