A strange situation

Game of thrones...huh?

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Dragons

Ice zombies

Magic

Face changing assassins

Gods ,( or hopefully just powerful spirits that were worshiped as gods...)

The children of the forest...

The three eyed Raven...

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And these are just the supranatural threats in this fuckfest of a world.

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Death lurked in every corner , and any smile could conceal thoughts of betrayal...

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How interesting....

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I wasn't a big fan of the series but I knew the important bits .

How to kill white walkers.

Who Jon's parents were.

Who was and who wasn't a psychopath...

How the series would eventually end...

And , who this body's parents actually were...

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Joffrey Baratheon...

Hah , what a joke.

The kid had no Baratheon blood in him...

He was a ,,pureblood" lion .

He was the first son of Cersei and Jeime Lannister, (who were actually twins by the way)

I guess the middle ages were truly something else...

But nobody knew that his supposed uncle was actually his father , and so he was treated as the crown prince of the seven kingdoms.

In the original series, after his ,,dad,, kicked the bucket , he was put on the throne by his mother, Cersei , and then proceed to fuck shit up like the best of them.

Seriously, I didn't know all the details, but the little shit started a war with the north out of spite.

But what can one expect from a mentally ill kid?

No , the people to blame were those that pampered him since birth, giving him the impression he could do whatever he wanted.

He also died poisoned , at his wedding nonetheless, but who cares about that...

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That is something that happened in a story , written by a man who may or may not have been a prophet.

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But now , that future might as well not exist.

Because Joffrey Baratheon was no more.

His shattered soul was proof of that.

Someone else took his place .

And that somebody was me...

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As I walked around the room , practicing my fine motor skills by twirling a quill in my hand , I felt the last remains of Joffrey's soul dissipating.

The memories I gained from him were more than I would have expected , but less than I would have liked .

I tried extracting those closest to his death, so as to understand my current situation and placement in the timeline.

My luck turned to be unexpectedly good , as Joffrey was only sixteen years old , just like in the beginning of the series...

Also , the royal family was scheduled to leave for Winterfell quite soon.

What ,,soon,, actually meant , I didn't know.

The autistic prince's fragmented memories were a wee bit scrambled and inconclusive.

But I didn't care about any of that.

Let the kings and queens scramble for an iron chair.

Let them fight for fleeting power .

Let their egos be satisfied with watching peasants from above.

I have no interest in childish squabbling and dick measuring contests.

No , my goals were very very clear...

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First and foremost, I needed to unravel exactly what the King of Madness did to my soul and find out if it is harmful or not.

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Secondly , I need to understand how many of my soul powers still work after entering a new plane of existence.

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Afterwards , I need to improve my soul foundation and look for soul refinement methods.

Soul refinement is not a priority, given that I was tortured with soul refining stones for years but those were , after all , torture devices.

My soul is condensed , yes , but I doubt I could absorb more than an order of magnitude more energy than I already have without bursting like a balloon.

Energy I can find quite easily in this world though, seeing that there is a new war once every few years.

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Another objective of mine is understanding magic and If I have any potential friends or allies from the supranatural part of the world.

Would the so called gods of the world object to my existence or would they try and befriend me?

What about the Night king and the few remaining children of the forest?(since I doubt they were completely extinct)

As for magic , I just need to find Melisandre, the old hag.

She seemed quite willing to do chores for someone who promised to donate to the Lord of Light's offertory box.

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But let's take things one step a time.

I laid Joffrey's body in the bed and slowly tried to exit my new mortal coil.

Hmm...the body keeps breathing, even without a soul.

It's heart keeps pumping .

It's blood keeps flowing.

How weird...

Is a soul strictly related to higher brain functions?

His brain stem is clearly working , since that's the place visceral reflexes like heartbeat and vasoconstriction have their centers of command...

Well , I don't have the necessary equipment to conduct a throughout study and only fools put faith in guessing.

I will unravel the secrets of the soul another time...

Slowly, I controlled my balloon shaped soul to float upwards .

It was proving quite annoying to not have hands as a soul.

Let's fix this mess, shall we?

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In the next hour or so , I restored my soul to it's human form and had a few discoveries.

First , the balloon form is not all that bad.

Since it's so much smaller than a human body , my soul energy gets much more condensed, which in turn grants me a seizable boost in the defense department.

I doubt the pain whip would be able to scratch my soul in that form to be honest.

So it's worth practicing, even if only to protect myself from soul attacks.

Another thing I discovered was that while my soul base was the same, filled with about fifteen times as much energy than I had when I first spawned in hell (A.N - 15 man soul), It was much , much stronger than before.

I don't really know how to explain it , but it just felt more real and solid , in a way which had nothing to do with refinement.

Also, it felt as if the flow of energy was smoother.

If I tried to change my soul from balloon shape to human shape a few days ago , I am sure it would have taken me much longer than a mere hour.

Maybe even my soul drain and soul manipulation got stronger , but testing that will have to wait until I find a soul to use as a lab rat.

Also , my soul was now pulsing with purple light , eerily similar to the purple javelin I made with Mr Fuckface's soul.

So I have a demon soul now , I guess.

I'm not 100% sure that this is the case ,but it seems like a logical explanation.

I can't reverse this transition, unfortunately.

So I will just observe how this affects me from now on , and be on the lookout for negative effects of any kind.

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All the power ups of my soul were however overshadowed by the realization that I couldn't interact with physical objects anymore.

It wasn't as bad as it sounded.

It had its pros and cons.

It's quite unfortunate since my soul was quite strong and durable , and coupled with the ability of changing my appearance, I could give the Faceless Men a run for their money.

But in my opinion , the ability to abandon ship and flee , coupled with soul flight(which I also didn't have before) raised my survivability a good amount.

I was also invisible to boot, as I found out when I extended a tendril from my hand using soulshift and phased it through the door.

I was careful to make it look as a small worm moving around , which grew larger and larger as the maids prowling the castle ignored it completely.

...even when it became as thick as an arm and as long as a grown man was tall.

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Speaking of maids , one just entered Joffrey's sleep chambers, interrupting my series of tests.

And just when I was about to check my maximum flight speed in soul form...

"Your royal highness, are you awake?" I heard the maid ask just as reasserted my control over J01 , Flesh Golem series.

"I am. But why are you disturbing me at this hour?

Daybreak is not due yet."

And it was indeed weird. I saw this maid in the few memories I *cough* permanently borrowed from my mentally ill friend , but she always came to wake him up after the first light.

She even seemed a little bit afraid...

"You are right, your highness..." said the maid with a voice of someone who has been chastised way too many times for the very thing she was payed to do. "But his Royal Highness, the King wishes to leave for Winterfell before the sun rises completely so as to not attract too big of a crowd."

Heh , smart girl , mentioning the King to make the spoiled prince comply.

Also , we leave for the North today?

Good thing somebody expected Joffrey to forget...

"I understand. I suppose you are to help me prepare for the journey?"

The maid seemed bewildered with my completely normal answer , though.

Heh , surprised I didn't snap at you? Well , that was the old Joffrey . I'm a new man as of today... literally.

"Yes...Yes , of course. I am here to help you wash and dress up , your highness."

"Please , just call me Prince from now on. His highness is my father , after all" I told the maid with a small smile.

"Oh course , your h...Prince"

Why are you acting like you saw a fish grow legs ,miss?

Joffrey, besides his psychopathic tendencies was a relatively normal child.

It shouldn't be unbelievable that he has some good days when he is more polite than usual...

....please stop gaping at me....

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A.N :

,,In certain situations, envy could distort an individual even more than hatred could.

This was because the majority of losers needed to rely on comparisons in order to console themselves, that their failure wasn't due to their own faults but rather a lack of luck.

They wanted to see that under the same circumstances and situation, others would fare just as badly as they did.,,

-The original Negary ( Soul of Negary)