97. Target - Slavers bay
The next morning, in a cold large room. 3 people were made to stand on a platform with a rope around their neck.
"Please please, I don't want to die." Cersei wailed but no one even looked at her.
Tywin and Maester Walys quietly stood there. Already accepted their fate.
The executioner pulled the lever and they were hanged. In a few seconds, life left their bodies.
...
Ezequiel, a stout devotee of the seven. He was very happy as he got to be so close to All-father in the Tourney grounds. But unknown to him, his mind had changed after eating the apple.
He passed by the Sept of Baelor and was surprised to find that the Septons were still asking for money offerings from people. He couldn't understand why, as the god had already come down to them.
So, he went to the Red Keep, to ask the question. The court was in session under Dobby.
"Your Holiness, I am Ezequiel, I wanted to ask why the Septon are still asking for offerings? Does All-father require money?" He asked, ready to give up all his small wealth if All-father needed it.
"No, he has not ordered for any such thing. The Septons are doing that on their own. All-father will never ask for your hard-earned money, be clear about that. I will tell him about this and he will deal with them himself." Dobby said.
Ezequiel felt satisfied with the answer and left.
...
Later that day, Alexander found out about the situation and went out to investigate.
He hovered above the streets, giving blessings to all the passerby. When he reached the Sept, he was greeted by kneeling Septa and Septons.
"Where is the High Septon?" He asked.
"He will return soon, All-father." One of them nervously replied.
Soon, a fat and ugly man entered. The High Septon looked at Alexander and came at him running.
"All-father, thank you for coming to us mortals"
"Why do I smell an unpleasant odor from you? You have been drinking and indulging in unholy deeds. How dare you," Alexander said, keeping his godly image.
Alexander quickly searched his mind. ~R*pist, pedophile, attempted Murder, and swindling money from people. So much for the highest-ranking priests.~
Suddenly 2 Wolf's sword apparated in. "Take him prisoner. He will be on trial for his crimes."
Then Alexander looked for the secret chest full of money. He found it and brought it out of the building.
"Gather around everyone." Alexander loudly said.
All the nearby smallfolks rushed to him. Soon there was a crowd of thousands watching him.
"I am saddened today by the state of the faith. I found that the High Septon was doing unholy deeds. He was also hoarding the money taken as an offering for himself. Money taken from you. Money that you all worked hard to earn. Let me tell you one thing. No god ever asks for money from his children. Only demons ask for sacrifice and money.
I was here even before these new religions came into existence. I have seen them turn from being a faith to a business. I saw in the north that people don't pay anything to old gods for blessings. They just wholeheartedly pray. But here, they ask you for money. Money, that is only used by selfish people to fulfill their selfish agenda. My children, If you want to pray then pray from your heart. Because God doesn't live in magnificent buildings and sculptures. God lives in your heart. Be honest and truthful, God will hear you.
I am dismissing the practice of offering the Septons money. Because blessings aren't bought by money but good deeds. The high Septon will be punished tomorrow and the money found will be used to start new work for people." After saying that, he flew away. All the people looked excitedly at him. They all hated the practice of offering but if they didn't pay then they would be seen as an outcast. Now the god had said it himself.
"Thieves"
"Liars"
"Swindlers"
"Sinners"
People called the Septons various things.
...
As many Lords had come to see their god. The King's Landing was getting more crowded each day. Alexander wasn't just going to invite the Lords for the feast. All people were invited. He had used his magic to create an extension on the cliff that Red Keep was on. The whole extension was turned into a big garden with various fruit trees. It was accessible by all the people. Then it was decorated for the grand feast.
Alexander's elf Runemasters and Alchemists were successful in creating the bowl version of the Hufflepuff cup. He was using it to create a lot of food.
Dobby walked up to Alexander to report on the siege of Slavers Bay. "Boss, the navy is ready. We have already infiltrated the cities and have marked all members of the sons of the harpy. They are just waiting for you now."
"Good, I will personally go there after the feast. I need to have a talk with the Dothraki as well. I am also going to bring little Dany here. There's no reason for her to live there anymore." Alexander informed.
"Okay boss."
...
The feast began in an hour. A lot of people came and happily ate and drank.
"Grandpa Grandpa. Can you please bring my bicycle? I want to show it to uncle Obi" Rina came running to him.
"Haha... Okay sweety" he took out a bicycle from his space pocket.
She happily took it and rode it around. Soon other children also came to him and Alexander had to give all of them one. Joffrey was one of them. Alexander had to make the boy drink a lot of potions to heal his defected brain.
"All-father," a voice came from behind.
Alexander turned around and saw Tyrion. "What's the matter, child? Why do you look so distressed."
"I-I wanted to ask about Tysha. I-Is she happy in heaven?" He meekly asked.
"Yes, she and her child. Both are happy."
"Her child?" It took a moment for Tyrion to understand. His legs suddenly lost strength and he was about to fall. But Bronn was standing there and quickly helped him.
"She has also forgiven you and only wants you to lead an honest life. So that you can see her someday." He said. Tyrion mistook it as getting to see her in heaven. And he knew that his sins would send him to hell as he is now.
"T-thank you, All-father. I should go now." Tyrion said with teary eyes. He was just 16 years old after all, all the loss of family was a heavy hit. But Alexander was also not going to treat him softly. Tyrion would have to prove that he's worthy of his child and Tysha.
"Bronn, go with him. He might need someone to talk with." He ordered.
Bronn was still having a hard time believing that he was in service of All-father. "Okay, but I'm taking a bottle of Firewhiskey with me."
The day ended with all the people dancing to music and happily laughing. Without a worry of wars or anything.
...
In the middle of the night, after the feast, Alexander silently left King's Landing and appeared on his ship near the Slavers Bay.
There were three cities in slavers bay, Astapor, Meereen, and Yunkai. They all claimed to be the remnants of the old Ghiscari empire.
His first stop was Astapor. The city was famed for its Unsullied soldiers. The soldiers were used all over the free cities as guards because they never steal or r*pe as they were all made eunuchs. Their training starts at age five and goes on from dawn to dusk. It is brutal, designed not only to teach them how to fight, but to strip away all individuality, empathy, and self-worth. Slaves that fail at any aspect of their training are killed. Only a third of the slaves entering training survive to become Unsullied.
On the day a boy is cut(made eunuch), he is given a puppy to take care of. At the end of the first year, the boy is made to strangle the puppy. Should he fail to do so, he is killed and fed to the surviving dogs. During training, boys are culled whenever they fail a task, be it running all day in full pack, scaling a mountain at night, or walking across a bed of coals.
As graduation, to win their spiked cap, they must take a silver mark, go to the slave markets and buy a newborn slave child and kill it before its mother and pay the slave mother's owner for his loss. That's how brutal the slave masters were.
~There are going to be a lot of dead people~ Alexander sighed.
...
With the morning sun, Alexander walked into the city. He had no guard with him, just him alone. Everyone who saw him kneeled down quickly. Slaves even started to cry and pray as they were the ones who needed his blessings the most.
He walked straight to the plaza of pride. It was an open market where all the slaves were sold by their good masters
The good masters/slavers were assholes of the highest order. They know who Alexander is but they would never bow to him. To them, there was no god. Their thinking was right too, if there was a god then he would have already punished them for all the bad things they did. But at last, better late than never.
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