onwards to Valyria

Time skip:

Two months passed by relatively fast.

Both Mairon, and Vysesa grew closer together.

Living like a real family, eating together in the morning while Mairon took her to his work afterwards.

Where he taught her his crafts and magic.

She was slowly turning in the youngest spellcaster ever and the most adorable. (Mairon certified.)

While she was a sorcerer because of her magic blood, you couldn't really say that anymore.

Mairon used his newly acquired blood magic, to make a pact with her she received his blessing and power.

Just like how a warlock would make a pact with other deity's.

So she got to hold her old magic bloodline while boosting it with Mairon's blessing.

This got known in qohor very quickly. Elevating her status to that of little demon, because she would wreak havok upon the city, while they could do nothing to stop her.

Mairon could work under one of the Valerian steel Smith's, after offering the wizard and the merchant as sacrifices.

Making it his day job.

Learning all the secrets to forging said steel and the magic behind it.

But because qohor had no dragon lord stationed there at the moment, he was unable to see the process happening himself.

But that should change soon enough, once a response is back from the message he sent to the Valerian freehold.

Marion walked trough the market as he was searching for Vysesa, who snuck out again to have fun.

He could easily locate her by the pact, but once he was near he would have to find her himself.

While the market was full of vibrant life, there were dark undercurrents.

Small children used as pickpockets, and if they could not earn enough they were sold as slaves.

Drug deals being done in dark corners.

Woman being used as sexslaves for dark lustful desires.

Some downright cannibalistic behaviour, after they played with those woman to their death.

Marion was both disgusted by it, but drawn to it more.

He already felt the change within him after Ero lluvatar sent him here.

He could feed upon these sinfull souls consuming them for his further growth.

He did not consume more souls after that faithful day, when he freed his daughter.

He didn't want to show that side of him to her anymore than nessesary.

She had already enough trauma for a small child for the rest of her life.

No need to add more.

But today was different.

With his impressive height he stood head and shoulders over the malnourished body's of the smallfolk of qohor.

And that is when he saw it his daughter knocked out, being dragged towards a meatshop where they cut up the dead whores.

"It seems it is time to f̷̞̂ë̴̪ė̶͔d̷͕͒ upon their souls again."

Mairon had turned his eyes purple, so that he may look more human in the city.

But the purple irises started to drip down his eyes like a molten Sapphire.

In its place two orbs of flames took its place encompassing what seemed like cracks to the abyss.

Anger and hate surged into his being.

Right now he was no Mairon, he was Sauron lord of darkness and flame.

Enemy of the free folk of middle earth, and god of the dark and evil creatures roaming the earth.

His size reached heights of 2,8 meters his armour grew out of his skin.

His Valyrian steel sword manifested in his hand, looking like but a toy in his massive form.

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Pov human traffickers.

"Hahaha we got another one the boss is gonna give us a promotion for sure.."

"You can say that took me some time to track this one."

"Apparently she is the daughter of some important noble."

"Mairon the Annatar or something."

"Was supposed to mean lord of gifts."

"Some softy who gives away presents."

Boom boom boom boom.

"You hear that?"

"Yeah what is that?"

Boom boom boom.

And it stopped right behind them.

Turning slowly the two scum were frozen in terror.

"You want to know what the greatest present is in life?"

"No!! god!! No!! god!! Please no!!..... No! No! Noooooooo!!!!!

"The inevitable peace of death"

"I will not grand you that."

"your souls shall be consumed, and forever tormented in the abyssal flames that is my essence."

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3th pov

His hand cleaving straight trough one man's body cutting him in half before taking out his soul and consuming it.

Doing the same for the other, he carefully took his daughter in his arms.

Seeing her hurt and confused after waking up, he explodes in anger.

Quite literally.

His black and red flames spread further and further.

The people around had already fled when the fight started.

But the flames spread too fast too far burning all who stood in its path to a crisp.

In a radius of 345 meters everything burned to coal.

Houses, animals, slaves, slavers, merchants,rich,poor, man, woman, child and the elderly.

All were equals under his flames.

The evil and sinful souls consumed by him, while the innocent are wisked away towards paradise.

HAAA.... HAAA....HAAA.

Breathing in heavy keeping under control his newly consumed power took a toll on Sauron.

Sauron stood amongst his own undoing, fascinated by the new feeling of strength.

Thousands upon thousands of souls poored into him.

His size kept increasing.

Reaching 2,99 meters.

But the last centimeter didn't come along.

No matter how much pure power coursed trough his body and soul.

He could feel it the strength and power that was excessive, went dormant in his body.

No longer responding to his call.

But even so he felt stronger elevated to the absolute pinnacle of the Maiar.

Sauron had only felt stronger than now, when he still was in possession of his ring.

The ring was capable of pushing him over the line that separates Maiar from Valar.

But he still hasn't found how to naturally progress towards being a Valar.

Otherwise he wouldn't have stagnated at the last point.

Sauron slowly shrunk again, his armour embedding itself back into his flesh like living metal.

His eyes turning back into light purple.

While his visage returned to human.

He turned to his daughter who had been safely cradled in his arms.

She was softly crying while she gave a sniff or two trying to catch a breath.

"Are you alright Vysesa, they didn't do anything to you right."

"I was so scared dad I thought they would steal me from you just like they did to mom."

"It's alright nobody is gonna toutch I will make sure of that."

Just as he was going to continue a giant roar was heard.

And a shadow covered a big part of town.

Vysesa looked up with wonder feeling a close connection with the great beast flying overhead.

The rider had seen the explosion of flames when he got to qohor.

So instead of landing at the designated dragon pit used for landing his beast.

He made his way towards the now scorching and smouldering coals inhabiting the crater.

With a heavy thud the rider landed on the ground.

"Ghkukuk" the dragons made a glutoral sound announcing its presence.

From its back came a young man, with a pin on his clothes depicting a dragon and a hammer.

"Seems my message came across."

"I don't know, were you the one who sent for us?"

"Yes I was."

"Could I know what house you and your daughter are from?."

He said looking at his purple eyes and snow white hair.

While not common, snow white hair is not unheard off, but only Valyrians with extremely pure bloodlines posses these characteristics.

"We are from house Dracon."

Pffft, the man looked at them both with mockery and pity.

"Is there a problem with that?"

"No but it seems you don't know the current state of your house if you look this relexed."

"What is going on is there something wrong with mommy?" Vysesa asked

"And who would your mommy be than?"

"There are two members left of that family and but one dragon."

"So it's either one of the two."

"And I would be quick to return otherwise you might not have a place to return."

"One of the bigger houses is forcing the family head of Dracon to marry into them as a concubine."

"Otherwise it will be a family feud, one that your house will not survive."

"They are rather adamant about acquiring your family."

Vysesa turned pale hearing this but soon the little girl turned to her father for help.

"Father can you please help mother?"

With a soft smile Mairon awnsers.

"Of course little one."

"No problem."

"Well shall we move on the the important matters."

"Yes we got word you were in possession of one of our scrolls."

"Yes I do, but in return for giving it to you I want passage on your dragon to Valyria."

"That is acceptable, do you need to take something with you?"

"Yes two chests of metal."

"Verry well let's get those before moving back."

"I need to sleep and rest for at least another day so let's meet back up here, once you are ready."

"No problem I will see you in a day."

Mairon turned around towards the inn he sleeps carrying his child along with him.