the flames grow

"This world is so familiar to me..." Lilith thought to herself. She was currently sitting beneath a tree just outside of Riverrun. Surrounding the castle was a massive encampment that held their army, now joined with Robb Stark's men.

At the moment Lilith was busy reflecting on her thoughts, while occasionally gazing down at the camp where Aegon was busily training with Benjen and Robb.

Lilith had noted certain changes that had come about since her brother had taken this new body. Firstly he was far more physical, in that he actually spent time and energy training and working on his combat abilities. He no longer just relied on his power, he had taken the last few years to begin honing and refining his combat abilities, he actually was a decent swordsmen now, far better than he'd ever been before and he continued to practice quite often.

Another thing she noticed was that Aegon seemed to have a soft spot for those blood relatives of his. This was something that she understood quite well. All his life he had wanted people to care about him. As Harry Potter, he surrounded himself with friends, and the like, all in an effort to feel less lonely, and Lilith could never fault him for that. What she quickly noticed though was that most of those people only wanted to be around Harry for his fame. They weren't true friends, they didn't really care about him.

She had tried to tell him, and the two would often get into heated arguments about it, but Lilith's point was often proven time and again when his so-called friends would abandon him and turn on him whenever the weather turned turbulent.

Still, despite that, she never blamed him for wanting those attachments, even though a part of her wanted to be the one to chase away his loneliness.

Still these people were a bit different. These Starks genuinely seemed to care for him, and he seemed to have some inkling of genuine care for them as well. Luckily he had grown out of his youthful ignorance and saw things much clearer now. He could easily read people and determine their motivations. Gone were the days of fair-weather friends. And because of his maturity, Lilith was content to allow him to form such bonds if he desired them, so long as they did not interfere with her bond with him.

With that being said though, Lilith did approve of him keeping them at arms length, and he didn't care so much for them, that he was above manipulating them and using them to his benefit. In truth he seemed to care a great deal about them, though it was apparent to her, that his affections for them only 'appeared' to be deep and heartfelt. In reality he cared just enough for them that he would be saddened by their deaths, and he may not be so quick to sacrifice them, but age had hardened his heart. He was no longer Harry Potter anymore. The days of selfless sacrifice had ended. These family members of his, were just comforts, comforts that Aegon tried to work into useful tools to give himself justification to keep them around.

There was a soft spot in his icy heart for them, but that was it. It was far more than most others would ever receive from the Dark Lord as he had seemingly reserved all of his true feelings for one person in particular. Her.

Lilith smiled at that, happy to finally have his affections after all these years of fighting and constant heartbreak. Without Dumbledore to tear them apart, without his manipulations getting between them, the two were free to be together, and Lilith was genuinely happy now because of it. In fact, it seemed like this was the happiest she had been in literal ages. The only thing that could make this better was getting revenge on the old Headmaster, and seeing an end to his manipulations once and for all.

Aside from his growing connections, as well as his expanding skills, Lilith had also noted that he was far more confidant in her presence. She guessed that it stemmed from a combination of things, a desire to prove himself to her, thousands of years as the Dark Lord ruling without her, along with a natural competitive edge that led him to wanting to excel at things.

He was confident to the point of arrogance at times, and desired to be the best. A trait she admired about him, his desire to constantly improve.

In truth, she enjoyed the hardened and yet wild nature of this Aegon Targaryen. He had Sauron's drive, will, power, and motivations, he had Harry's dedication, stubbornness, and determination. He had developed his own persona that seemed to blend all the part of his long life, Harry, Sauron, Mairon, Annatar, all into one person. Someone who was all of those things, and yet stood above them. It would be interesting to see who he believed he truly was now. Was Aegon still just a face that Sauron wore, or was it something more?

Lilith didn't know, but she was curious to find out. That was why she sat back most of the time and allowed him to take the lead. Amongst these low and middle men, she had no real need to prove herself. These people bore no crafts that truly impressed her, nor did their society reflect any greater wisdom to enthrall her. No they were just people, lowly little people engaged in a political squabble over a chair made of swords.

She had never seen the Iron Throne before, but according to Aegon it had a certain charm that she might like. Though at the end of the day, it was still just a collection of steel swords, melted and fused to form a throne fit for a conqueror of men.

Still this was a time of preparation and in that preparation, reflection on past mistakes. Lilith had made many in her long life, mistakes that she would not repeat. She would not allow herself to fall victim to such petty challenges of hubris or honor. She would not allow herself to be Eru's tool any longer. It was clear to her, that all that had occurred in Arda had been to his designs, as he had never lifted a finger to stop her. In the end, he saw her only as a rebellious child, throwing a tantrum. She would have to remind him that she was far more than that.

The old man would suffer for his manipulations and transgressions. He would fall one day, of that she was certain. Until that moment though, it was best to prepare. To wear the faces they had presented for themselves, and use these faces to amass power in this world. Aegon and Lilith, two who would one day stand atop the pinnacle of this world and lord over all of it, commanding gods and lords and men, and all other creatures of this world.

A shake of the head, cleared her of such thoughts. As entertaining as it was to imagine such conquests and the downfall of her enemies, it was far more useful to put her mind towards actually plans to see it accomplished, rather than just daydreaming.

Sauron busily improved himself, to his credit. This disguise of this Aegon Targaryen served as the perfect mask for their true agenda. He could play the role of a young man coming into his destiny, slowing falling into darkness at the hands of his black-hearted betrothed. It allowed him to play a less elegant and more grounded role, something that may even be useful against the elves in Arda. This vessel held his power rather nicely, she definitely looked forward to seeing it in action as their wars progressed.

"It never fails to amaze me." She heard Aegon speak. Lifting her gaze she found him standing over her staring down with a smirk.

"What?" She inquired.

"For one so lively and passionate, you do spend a lot of time with your head in the clouds." Aegon noted with a chuckle.

She made a face at him, which caused him to chuckle again.

"Daydreaming?" Aegon inquired as moved to sit next to her.

"A bit. More so just thinking." Lilith responded.

"About?" Aegon asked.

"Curiosities. Things about this world that I find interesting. For instance the magics in these place seem almost familiar to me. And the ancient echoes of the old forests in the North and the Far North take me back to ancient lands of Beleriand. It's curious. Very curious." Lilith answered, lying to him, not wanting him to know she was actually thinking about him.

Aegon turned thoughtful for a few long moments as he turned his gaze up to the sky, before finally replying.

"There are a lot of similarities between our two worlds. It's strange." Aegon admitted, finding it curious as well.

"Yes, I still don't know how dragon's descended from my creations came to live here. Or how your werewolves found their way here. Or why the Weirwood trees, seem to connect to the forests of Arda. There are connections between these worlds, beyond just the Void between them. There's also their shared connection to death, as Gothmog was summoned to these lands despite not dying here." Lilith stated, taking the opportunity to fully pull her thoughts away from him, and towards something she was also curious about.

"Hmm… those are all interesting connections. It's almost as if this world was born from the same magics that created Arda." Aegon responded sharing a glance with her.

"Like the Secret Fire was used to make it as well?" Lilith inquired, thinking on his suggestion as she did.

"Perhaps. Maybe the Secret Fire was used in the creation of many worlds? Perhaps in a way, linking them. Maybe Eru isn't the only one who's ever had his hands on it?" Aegon suggested after a few more moments of thought.

"If that's true, then there stands to reason a possibility that we may indeed find it and claim it for ourselves." Lilith noted, earning a smirk from Aegon in response.

"Indeed it does. Something to look forward to." Aegon stated, turning his gaze back to the sky, his smirk remaining as his mind filled with visions of the fall of the great foe.

Over the course of the following days, the Riverlords were assembled, alongside Northern lords that had remained behind with the Blackfish and informed of their new allegiances to the reborn Targaryen dynasty. While many who had fought alongside them and seen his army in action, cheered for Aegon's ascension, those that had been at Riverrun and were only now being introduced to the Dragon-Wolf's dark army, showed visible trepidation and uncertainty in response to these changes. Especially those that worshiped the Seven, when news reached them of a Sorceress who would one day be their queen, and the dark sorceries already committed by the army during the capture of the Twins.

"This is pure madness. Monsters, demons, and dead men all marching together, and you fools cheer for the lord of such abominations!" The Septon of Riverrun shouted over the audible chattering of Northern and Riverlords, in Riverrun's great hall.

Some men glanced at him, others chose to ignore him, few willing to offer any sort of verbal agreement to his argument.

He continued on, seemingly unabated by the nervous looks some of the lord's were giving him. While some of the Riverlords agreed with him to a certain extent, the presence of so many of these so-called 'monsters' in and around Riverrun, tempered most of them.

"Sit down Septon, you're making a fool of yourself." Came the voice Greatjon Umber, who was sitting with his son, discussing preparations for their men.

"Don't you see? This sorceress is trying to deceive you all! Following her will only lead to death and destruction. Following one so condemned by the Seven, will serve to damn you. She is an abomination!" The Septon roared in reply, furious and seemingly coming unhinged.

A few nervous glances were shared, especially between those that had just noticed said sorceress enter the room.

"She is a fiend, and will curse us all to serve in her undead army! We must embrace the light of the Seven and submit ourselves to the Father's Divine justice!" The Septon shouted, as some men rose to their feet.

Seeing this the Septon grew more bold, though he misinterpreted their actions. Lilith now stood behind the man, listening to his rants with a smirk.

"We must submit ourselves and pray for the mercy of the mother, before this darkness consumes us all!" The Septon continued.

"Yes, submit yourselves, pray for mercy, throw yourselves upon the alter of your god and beg." Lilith stated, shocking the man, as he spun around to face her, his eyes wide with fright.

"You… You..." He began only for her let out a musical chuckle and shake her head.

"You hold faith in something, and that something gives you comfort. I don't blame you, it makes the fear of the unknown so much more manageable if you can pin every freak occurrence on demons or gods. It's a coping mechanism, to help you sleep better. I don't blame you for clinging to such beliefs. Your gods are most likely real, just like all the other ones are probably real too. You see… I've seen gods before, I've dealt with them, fought them, even killed them, on occasion. I do not fear your god, or his seven faces. He holds no power over me. Call upon him, if you wish, I will happily answer the challenge, and throw him down, like all other foes. Pray, pray as hard as you can, bring your god to me, so that I may cut his throat!"Lilith began speaking though her voice soon entered into the Septon's head, so that only he could hear her finishing statements.

The man began to back away, trembling as he did. His hands fell to his robes, drawing a knife that was hidden away there.

He lifted it and tried to let out a battle-cry, though it came out more as a scream of terror.

Before he made it even a step, surrounding lords, had grabbed him and wrestled him to the ground. Because they hadn't heard what she'd whispered into the man's mind, they had no way of knowing what had set him off.

"Have you lost your mind!?" One of the Riverlords cried out as he wrestled the knife from the man's hand.

"She's a Witch! A Demon! She'll doom you all to the Seven Hells!" The Septon screamed as several men pinned him down.

Lilith simply watched, her face calm, almost passive as she observed the incident.

"What is the meaning of this?" The Blackfish roared as he, Edmure, Robb, Benjen, and Aegon entered into the Hall. It was obvious that they had come to have their midday meal, only to find the Hall erupting into chaos as the Septon frothed and fought, screaming profanities and curses at Lilith.

"He tried to attack her. Pulled a knife on her, my lord!" One of the Northern Lords shouted to Robb, many others quickly voicing their agreement as the Septon was pulled to his feet and kept restrained.

"Have you lost your mind?" Edmure demanded as he and the others began to cross the room towards the conflict.

"She is a monster! I heard her voice in my head! She threatened to slay the gods! She's a demon, a servant of the Lord of the Seven Hells!" The Septon shouted in response.

"You're hearing voices in your head now?" The Blackfish inquired, sharing a glance with Robb.

"He's been screaming about monsters, and demons all morning your grace. Long before lady Lilith even showed up. The moment he saw her, he just went crazy." The Greatjon offered, his son quickly agreeing with him.

Aegon was silent as he stepped past the struggling man to stand before Lilith.

"Are you alright?" He asked, in the good-natured way, that often reminded people that he was raised by Ned Stark.

"I'm fine. All I said to him was that I didn't blame him for believing in gods. It's a way for people to find comfort when faced with the unknown. He didn't seem to like me dismissing his gods in such a way. Though in all honesty I don't believe in any gods, though I acknowledge that they exist. I know this because I've seen them, dealt with them, even fought a few in my time. I don't hold anyone's faith against them, I believe everyone should be free to worship whatever higher powers they choose to." Lilith responded, offering the man a pitying glance. Her words drew dumbfounded looks from those around her, the idea that she had met and even fought gods before was a new revelation that most of them had never even considered.

Aegon himself played along, giving her a look of confusion and even a bit of disbelief, pretending to have some doubt towards what she was saying, before he shook his head and turned towards the restrained septon.

"I don't care who you claim to serve or what you claim to believe in. You will not raise a hand against her." Aegon snarled at the septon.

"The gods will see you all punished for this. For bowing to this abomination!" The septon replied, earning a hard backhand from Aegon, which knocked the man senseless.

"You are no servant of any god. You are just a pathetic little cowardly fool, and will be judged for your actions. For the crimes of attempted murder, I Aegon of the houses Targaryen and Stark, hereby sentence you to die. I will not spill blood in Lord Edmure's halls. Take him outside and have him hung. Inform those within the Sept that they must choose a new septon or septa, preferably one who can exalt his or her beliefs in a less violent manner." Aegon commanded, earning a roar of rage from the septon as he was dragged away.

Silence filled the room as Aegon shook his head and let out a sigh.

"Any man here is free to believe in whatever gods he may choose. Old gods, New gods, or no gods at all, I don't care. All I do care about is ensuring that your beliefs do not spread chaos throughout my ranks. Believe whatever you want, proclaim it as much as you want, but the moment you take a blade in your hands and try to bring it to bare against my allies, or my forces, that is the moment I will get involved, that is the moment when you will answer for your beliefs. Is that understood?" Aegon stated, eyeing those in the room, earning nods from the surrounding lords.

"I apologize for that my lady. Septon Marth, was always overly zealous, though had I known he was capable of something like this, I would have ordered that he remain in his Sept." Edmure apologized to Lilith.

"Think nothing of it, Lord Edmure. Men cannot help themselves when driven by fear. Rationality tends to fade in the face of such things." Lilith responded coolly, striding past them as she exited the hall. Aegon stared after her, hiding his smirk to avoid any suspicion. Both of them were well aware of the hatred that the Faith of the Seven had for magic, and they both knew that it would cause trouble. Their intention had always been to drive a wedge between the fanatical faithful and the more moderate followers who would refuse to give up their lives in the name of some greater force they couldn't comprehend.

While maintaining the idea of religious freedom, Aegon and Lilith would slowly convert the populace into their followers, using their magics and powers, to display unimaginable miracles to the populace. They would become gods in the eyes of smallfolk and high lords alike. It was only a matter of time and patience.

A week later, and Tormund returned with his scouts. The small garrison that had been left at Harrenhal by Roose Bolton, was still there. The Lannisters had made no move to reclaim the castle during their absence.

Now Aegon had gathered all of his generals and warchiefs together to discuss their attack strategy.

"Alright, now that we know where our boundaries lay, we can begin our offensive against the Lannisters and the Tyrells." Robb noted, his eyes scanning a map of Westoros and all the places they knew the enemy to be.

"Tywin and his army are in the Crownlands, protecting King's Landing, with a Tyrell host as well. Kevin Lannister commands the forces in the Westerlands, some thirty thousand strong, at least, though more could be called up when we begin to press them. We also have to worry about the Tyrell army, marching in from the Reach to reinforce their allies. If we're not careful, both of those forces could quickly equal our own." Roose Bolton stated, eyeing the map intently.

"Our first order of business is ensuring Tywin feels the pressure in King's Landing. I'll send a force out to Harrenhal, and that force will commence raids on the Crownlands. Just as Tywin set his mad dog loose on the Riverlands, we'll repay his actions in kind by setting the Crownlands on fire. Our purpose there will be two-fold. Terror and attrition. King's Landing will have a strong food supply, as it prepares for the coming winter. We need to drain their supplies by flooding the capitol with refugees and getting the peasants off of their farms." Aegon began, placing a piece on Harrenhal to illustrate his plan.

"Sending out raiders from Harrenhal, they'll have to be light and fast, Harrenhal is a ruin, and not easily defended." Robb noted.

"You're right. I'll send out a contingent of five hundred light cavalry, and one thousand warg riders. Their purpose will be to light the Crownlands on fire, and raid any convoys or caravans taking supplies to King's Landing in the Northern area of the Crownlands." Aegon noted.

"Cutting Tywin off from the resources of the Crownlands, while we can launch an assault on the Westerlands." The Blackfish stated, eyeing the map.

"Yes. While our forces harass the Lannister supply lines, we'll focus our attention on the Westerlands. Right now the greater threat is in King's Landing and we need to diminish Tywin's reputation by taking his ancestral home. I intend to split our forces into two armies. One will march down the River Road and lay siege to the Golden Tooth, while the other will march south and reclaim Pinkmaiden. From there they will march straight south, leaving a small raiding force near the Gold Road. Their goal will be to capture Bitterbridge." Aegon stated as he eyed the map, playing out his invasion in his mind.

"A force to raid the Gold Road and an army to cut off the Tyrells from King's Landing. Our southern army is going to have a hard time of it, stuck between the forces of Tywin in the Crownlands, and the Tyrells in the Reach." Robb noted, eyeing the location of Bitterbridge on the map.

"The force sent there will need to be stalwart. Cutting off King's Landing from the fertile lands of the reach will further drain Tywin's resources, King Joffrey will soon be faced by an unending mass of starving peasants, and weary soldiers. No amount of discipline will keep a man in line when he is starving to death." Roose said, sharing a glance with Robb, who nodded in agreement.

"The Force sent there will be led by the Iron Titan. He will have fifteen thousand at his command. Three thousand will be left on the Gold Road to cut off Tywin from his brother. The remaining twelve thousand will across the Reach setting fire to the countryside as they go, sending thousands fleeing into the safety of King's Landing and Highgarden. They'll move fast across those open plains and reach Bitterbridge quickly. Five hundred Spider riders will assist them in taking the castle. All they need is to get the gates open and the Iron Titan will smash the defenders. Tywin will be far too busy dealing with a starving populace to amass an army to attack the bridge from the east. So the forces there will only have to hold out against an attack from the West. Stannis Baratheon still holds the Stormlands as far as we know, and he wont lift a finger to help the Lannisters, and Dorne wont get involved, they despise the Lannisters, and in that, we may find a way to take the Reach and the Stormlands with greater ease." Aegon explained to them all.

"You intend to send emissaries into Dorne to request an alliance?" Robb inquired.

"I do. Doran Martell despises Tywin for what happened to Princess Elia and her children. The Dornish may be willing to take up arms and join our cause in order to obtain vengeance against the Lannisters." Aegon reasoned.

"A good point. Gaining the Dornish to our side would pull further support from Tywin as the Reach would have to defend it's southern border then." Robb agreed, as did many others.

"The opportunity for vengeance might get them moving, but don't forget Prince Rhaegar did snub them by seeking out a new woman to marry. They may not be so quick to side with you, because of it." Roose Bolton reminded them all, earning a thoughtful nod from Aegon as he began to reflect on what else could be offered to the Dornish to secure their loyalty.

"Offering to make one of their princess's a concubine or a second wife, will suffice to gain their allegiance." Lilith noted, causing all attention to turn to her, Aegon especially expressing surprise at her declaration.

"I'm sorry..." Aegon began while Lilith let out a musical chuckle.

"Dragon's bow to no laws, not that of men, nor of the divine. You're ancestor proved that. My ambitions will not rest with the taking of Westoros. My armies will soon wash over the entire world. Our children will inherit that legacy, but I can think of no greater subordinates to serve them as kings and queens, then those of blood." Lilith noted, again chuckling. While Aegon openly expressed surprise, it wasn't for the reasons that the others did. In fact, his surprise stemmed from her willingness to encourage him to breed with lesser beings, people other than her even. She stared right at him, her smile never wavering, and her eyes filled with a sultry and enticing allure that would make men or women quake with desire.

"What are you saying?" Aegon asked, needing clarification as he tried to piece together her angle.

"I will be empress of this world, my dearest Aegon, and you it's Emperor. You may be a king now, but you will one day be far more than that. I intend to establish an empire over this world. You will be mine, and our children will rule this great empire, but I will take no others, only you will give me children to rule this empire. However, the kingdoms within that empire will need rulers, and my lust for conquest is great. I don't intend to mother an army to rule these lands, so we will need to appoint rulers to serve us. Westoros will still need a king or queen, when we ascend beyond the boundaries of this land to take the world, having those kings and queens share blood with the imperial royal family, will serve as strong ties to unite our empire." Lilith explained to them all, her eyes beginning to glow with fiery glee. By her side a blackened mass of shadows began to ignite with flames, as Gothmog reacted to his masters growing passion. The surrounding lords, shuddered at the power on display and couldn't stop themselves from retreating a few steps as they stared in awe.

Aegon was the only one who did not flee. Instead he dropped his gaze and took in her words. He understood the wisdom she was offering. In truth they would advance beyond the Kingdoms of Westoros and take on the whole world, forging an empire under their dominion. With Lilith and he as the Empress and Emperor, they would need great lords to serve as rulers of the various kingdoms under their domain. Instead of having a child for each kingdom, Lilith intended to use him as a stud to create a small army of higher beings to rule these kingdoms, and because he was an ascended being, these children would be immortal, undying and would rule their kingdoms forever. And also, they would have blood and magical ties to him as their father, and they would be subservient to their half-siblings that he and Lilith would create. Those children would have two parents who were god-like beings, and would be god-like themselves. Meaning they would not only hold the loyalty of their lesser half-siblings but the raw power to defeat them if it ever came to betrayal. And at the end of the day, his children with other women would still hold magical ties to Lilith as their aunt.

She was planning for the long run, establishing an empire, as well as establishing a ruling dynasty throughout their conquered kingdoms. In fact, if he were to ask her, he was sure she would most likely agree that the children he had with these concubines would later marry their half-siblings that he and Lilith had, further cementing the unification of their empire, by ensuring that all of the kingdoms had strong ties to the Imperial Royal family.

After a few moments he let out a dry chuckle and shook his head, his actions causing Gothmog to settle down, becoming nothing more than a dreadful shadow with a smoldering heart, while Lilith merely smirked at him.

"You put a lot on me. Using me as a brood mare to breed your empire for you." Aegon mumbled, his words, fully breaking the tension and earning a smirk and a chuckle from Robb.

"Aw… poor little Aegon, I'm sure you will find a way to manage." Lilith teased him, as he let out another sigh.

"Well then, we have something to try and tempt the Dornish with. Prince Doran has a daughter if I recall." Aegon began.

"Princess Arianne, supposedly she's quite beautiful. You may be able to tempt them with such an offer, at the very least, giving them a high position at court, and ties to the Royal family once again." Edmure noted, Aegon nodding in agreement.

"Alright, we know our plans, now it's time to carry them out. We march in two days time. Prepare your forces and one last thing, Lord Bolton, I would like to speak with you and your son in regards to an important matter, if you would please." Aegon commanded, earning a nod from the man, as everyone began departing.

As people made their way out of the chamber, Robb stepped up next to his cousin and gave him a look.

"What is it?" Aegon inquired.

"I just wanted to ask if you had any plans on rescuing Arya and Sansa from King's Landing?" Robb asked.

"Lilith has agents in the capitol who are keeping a close eye on King Joffrey. I've asked her to try and get word to them, so we can work out a plan to smuggle Sansa and Arya out of King's Landing. I'll tell you more when we hear back from them." Aegon replied, earning a nod from his cousin.

Robb quickly while Roose remained behind, one of his men sent to fetch Ramsay.

"Lord Bolton… I wanted to talk to you in regards to awarding your son for his actions at the Twins. He infiltrated deep into the enemy castle and managed to capture Walder Frey in the midst of all of that chaos. His actions are highly commendable and I reward such actions whenever possible." Aegon began, as he stood before the Lord of the Dreadfort.

"I'm sure my son will be pleased with whatever you offer your grace. He is eager to prove himself, and will be happy to see that his actions have born merit." Roose offered in response.

"Yes… I was wondering if you believed his actions warranted legitimization. I believe he's shown exceptional ability, both in command and governance. You did leave him as acting lord of the Dreadfort and he successfully raised an army to help reclaim Winterfell. If you consent I will legitimize him as your son and heir." Aegon offered, earning surprise from Lord Bolton.

"Your grace, this is a great honor. Given his recent successes, I can think of no greater reward then to see him recognized as a Bolton." Roose Bolton responded.

"Then I will see it done." Aegon stated, turning and striding away from the Northern Lord before stopping and glancing over his shoulder.

"Continue to show me the merits of your house, and I will see you greatly rewarded, far more than Tywin Lannister could ever hope to offer." Aegon stated, his words, causing Roose Bolton to tense up.

A few long moments of silence passed as Aegon confirmed that he knew that Roose Bolton had been in contact with Tywin before coming to join them at Moat Cailin.

"What a man thinks, and what a man does, are two entirely different things, my lord. I don't punish men for considering betrayal, I punish them for committing it. Remain loyal to house Stark, and to me, and you'll see your house elevated far beyond your wildest dreams." Aegon said as he turned to face the man, both of them locking eyes.

After several long moments, Roose Bolton nodded. "Your grace." He offered respectfully.

On her throne, Lilith let out a snort of amusement, watching the game of politics play out.

Soon Ramsay was escorted into the room.

"My King." The young man offered in greeting, bowing as he did.

"Ramsay, you did very well in capturing Walder Frey, it showed exceptional skill and bravery infiltrating the castle during the middle of an attack. I like to see such acts rewarded. You're father has petitioned to see you legitimized in light of your successes. You've proven yourself a strong, cunning, and capable man, and as such I believe you deserve to take the name of your father. From this day forth you are Ramsay Bolton, son of Roose Bolton, and heir to the Dreadfort." Ramsay seemed stunned by the proclamation, and for a moment, so did Roose Bolton. More and more, Aegon was revealing himself to be far more cunning then he outwardly displayed.

With his statement, he had made it seem like Roose had pushed for Ramsay's legitimization, elevating the father in the eyes of the son. Such a thing would help secure Ramsay's loyalty to his father, by making him believe that Roose was the one who tried to get him legitimized, rather than the king offering it. King Aegon was far more than he appeared, far more clever than one raised by Ned Stark could possibly be.

The mystery of the Dragon-Wolf was deepening, and Roose Bolton was one of the few who could see it.

It took a moment for Ramsay to recover and when he did he turned to his father and knelt down.

"I will be worthy of this father, I promise." Ramsay declared, earning a nod from his father.

"I will have the documentation drawn up in the morning. I have one more gift I would like to give you Ramsay, something that I think will sweeten this wondrous occasion." Aegon began, turning and heading over to a side table where a wide case sat atop it.

Aegon opened the case and retrieved it's contents as Ramsay rose to his feet.

Held in his hands was a black and silver bow, it was formed out of a dark wood, with silver etchings on it's body. Along the frame of the bow were silver runic inscriptions, that detailed an ancient story. The bow was of Númenórean craft and was one of many trinkets that Aegon had pilfered during his stay in Númenor.

"This is Estel's dagnir. Hope's Bane. Crafted by ancient men it is inscribed with a tale of cunning, and skill. A story of a great warrior who slew an enemy chieftain from afar when he thought himself victorious. This bow is old, and has served few masters in it's long years. Treat it well, and it will guide your arrows to their mark." Aegon explained, offering the bow to Ramsay, who took it and immediately noted how light it felt in his hands.

He examined the craftsmanship of the bow and found it to be pristine, the etchings along the bow must have been done by hand but they were absolutely flawless. The hands that crafted this bow, were unshakable.

Aegon presented him an arrow and gestured towards the wall opposite the room where a steel cuirass hung from a rack. "This bow has magical properties, any arrow loosed from it will bury deeply into it's target, so long as the marksman's aim is true."

Ramsay's eyes went wide as he heard that, a magical bow, now his to use as he pleased. He took the arrow from the king and knocked it. He drew back the bow, noting that the draw weight was reasonably heavier than the bow's size would insinuate, and he took aim at the armor.

For a moment he wondered if such a target was insufficient as it was just a steel cuirass, with nothing beneath it to stop it from swaying from the strike. He quickly decided he didn't overly care, and let the bow string slip from his fingers.

A loud zip tore through the air, followed by a snap, and a glitter of sparks as the arrow pierced straight through the front armor and out the back. It went so far as to leave only the fletchings sticking out of the front.

Both Roose and Ramsay blinked several times in surprise at how easily the arrow pierced plate armor. Even at a relatively close distance, the arrow shot straight through the armor, the open space between the front plate and the back plate, and then pierced the back.

Both glanced down at the bow, then at Aegon, surprised by the power behind it.

"As I said, this bow has magical properties. It was made over three thousand years ago, and it is one of the oldest weapons currently held by any man in Westoros. Use it well, and may it always remain in the hands of one so worthy to carry it." Aegon expressed, earning a slow nod from Ramsay as he once more admired the craftsmanship of the bow. While the bow itself had very little actual history, it had been made during the years he had been prisoner on the isle of Númenor. In all actuality the bow had found it's way into the Temple of Morgoth. One of many trinkets, stripped from men who were burned alive, and discreetly smuggled off the island and sent to Umbar where they would then find their way to Mordor.

"I thank you for this great gift my king, I will use it in your name and bring death to all your enemies." Ramsay declared, earning a smile from Aegon.

"And I look forward to it. You've shown me great promise Ramsay Bolton, I would see just what heights you can climb, when unleashed. You will join your father on my war council, I would see if you are as skilled with strategy as I suspect. Prove to me your worth and you may find yourself in command of an army of your own. Upon the marrow, you will awaken as Ramsay Bolton, son of Roose Bolton, and heir to the Dreadfort. Long may our houses stand united." Aegon replied, his words earning a prideful smirk from Ramsay, and just the barest glint of approval in the eyes of Roose Bolton, who otherwise remained calm and passive as usual.

"See yourselves to food and rest. We march in two days time. I will have men sent for you if we gather for another council before then." Aegon instructed giving both a nod, earning bows in reply as father and son quickly departed the room. Aegon was silent for a moment before turning his attention to one of the men standing guard.

"Fetch Maester Aemon for me." Aegon commanded, earning a quick nod as the man of Tantibus Arcis bowed and quickly departed.

Aegon then turned to Lilith, the two now alone save for some guards and Gothmog.

"You intend to turn me into a stud?" Aegon inquired, his gaze curious and disbelieving, suspecting some sort of ruse.

"You don't have to fuck them if you don't want to. You can use magic to impregnate them if you aren't of the mood, I just think fucking will be much more pleasurable." Lilith responded with a smirk, again earning a degree of uncertainty and caution from Aegon, as he suspected something was amiss, given how well he knew her and her jealously, he knew she'd never allow him to be with another woman, unless she had an ulterior motive for doing so.

Her jealousy was one of the main reasons he'd never used his charismatic and charming nature to enthrall any of the women he'd encountered in Middle Earth. Many had felt that way about him, especially when he was under the guise of Annatar, he could have filled his bed with women and elf maidens, but he knew that if he ever wanted to earn Lilith's forgiveness one day, he'd have to keep his list of offenses as small as possible, and fucking anyone who wasn't her would most definitely piss her off, or at least he thought so. Even if she didn't have much association with sex, with her memories suppressed as Morgoth, he still didn't want to risk it, knowing full well how savage Lilith could be with her jealousy.

As Harry Potter, Lilith had brutally murdered his fiance, this had taken place shortly after she became the Dark Lady. She had gotten word to Harry that his wife had only started liking him for his money, same with his best friend at the time. This reveal had really hurt Harry and after confronting them on it and gaining confirmation, he had stormed out to go and find a place to get drunk and drown in his sorrows.

He had spent the night convincing himself that despite it starting because of money, the relationship he had with his best friend and his fiance were genuine, and eventually his friend had tracked him down and they spent the night talking, trying to work past it as they got drunk. Meanwhile back at home, Lilith had taken the opportunity to sneak into his house and murder his fiance.

In truth it took Harry to even confirm that it was her as the house elves had also been killed, and there was no recognizable part of his fiance left. She had been reduced to a pile of organs, strips of skin, and blood that coated almost every surface of their bedroom.

This had driven Harry into a blind fury, and he had stayed that way for a long time, only learning after the world was destroyed that there was more to the story, and that it wasn't just as simple as greed. He later learned that his fiance and best friend, as well as their entire family had been involved with Dumbledore in a plot to steal his fortune, his titles, and his family magics. They had been lying to him for the entirety of the time that he had known them, and it was this revelation along with what Dumbledore had done, that fully broke his resolve in the light and shattered his mind.

Harry had spent countless years wandering the grayish, lifeless world the Earth had become. Nothing but dragons, and a few other scant magical beings remained upon the blasted gray wastes. Even now, Harry had no real clue as to how long he had spent there, wandering aimlessly, unable to die, and without a purpose. He also had no clue as to how long it took for him to regain his senses and begin exploring the ruins of the world in search of anything that could help him.

Those were memories he didn't like to think on, and to this day he refused to remember those people by name. People that had once been his whole world, people he had betrayed his beloved twin for, people that had used him, and planned to steal everything from him. He hated them, he absolutely hated them, and he would never allow their names to be remembered, those names were carried now only by three people. Him, Lilith, and Eru, Lilith would never speak of them, and they would die out when Eru was put to the sword.

He hadn't been with a woman since then. Even when he served as Morgoth's lieutenant and the two loved one another, Morgoth had little in the way of desire for physical coupling, the deepest of her physical desires was being kissed or held, and he had never pressed her beyond such things, not wanting to try and take advantage of her, when she had no memory of what had happened between them.

Even now, with her memory restored, the two had yet to actually do the deed. At most intense kissing sessions as well as some moderate petting had occurred, but Aegon had kept things progressing slowly.

The idea of him being with any other woman other than Lilith had entered his mind before, but it had never translated into action. He wouldn't be with another woman until he either earned her forgiveness or received her complete rejection. He would have remained in that limbo state for the rest of his immortal life, as repentance to her for betraying her.

"You're giving me permission to fuck them if I want to? Who are you and what have you done with Lilith?" Aegon asked in response, fully suspecting this was some kind of test, or a trap of some sort.

Lilith read his mind and smirked at the idea, knowing full well why he thought those things.

"You're mine baby brother, and I thank you for being celibate for eons, but I'm not asking you to fall in love with them." Lilith began, sitting forward in her throne and eyeing him with a calm look.

"But you want me to breed with them?" Aegon asked.

"Partially. I'll help you of course, but they didn't need to know that. Any children you conceive with them will either be magically adopted by me, or I'll help in creating them. No matter who the surrogate will be, they'll only have about a third of their being from her, the rest of them will be us." Lilith explained, understanding dawning on Aegon as he offered a nod as he turned thoughtful.

"So you do intend to establish an empire over this world? That's what you've decided? And you intend for these concubines to breed a generation of rulers for the various kingdoms under our authority?" Aegon surmised.

"Yes." Lilith responded simply.

"Why not just you and I make them? Why would we need some lowly humans?" Aegon asked,

"My answer is multifaceted. Firstly, we'll need to discuss how we'll handle Westoros, I think it would be best to split these lands into two kingdoms under our rule. A northern kingdom and a southern one. With the Far North added to the kingdoms, the territory that is part of Westoros has increased drastically and ruling it all from King's Landing is infeasible by conventional means. The same could be said for Essos, and Sorthoryos, and Ulthos. Those lands are unexplored, and could be massive, we'll need to split these continents into various kingdoms and by the end, there could be over a dozen under our command. I don't intend to spend over a decade pregnant, not even I am that masochistic. Not to mention our children, the ones we make will be far more powerful than their lesser half-siblings, and they will be able to lord over them when we return to Arda. On top of that, we can use these concubines to breed a small army of higher magical beings, equal or even greater in strength than some of the Maiar. With my powers, and you being the Master of Death, we are both gods in our own right, and our children will be as well. Our empire will expand into Arda and new kingdoms will be established there as well, all of these kingdoms ruled by our blood with our children being the lords of this great empire. Add onto it, that all of these children, born to me or these concubines will be far stronger than even the elves of Arda, and will easily wash over the weaker of the Maiar and be able to hold their own against the stronger ones. They still outnumber us, and I intend to even the scales. When we march on Arda, imagine an army of our children at our backs, with powers similar to the Maiar, it would be like the War of Wrath once more, but this time, it would be us invading." Lilith explained to him, delivering her reasoning to him as he listened intently, and turned thoughtful.

"Alright, your reasoning is sound so far, but why these middle men? We were both once human, and we know how weak they are." Aegon inquired again.

"We wouldn't be breeding with simple lords and ladies. The ones you impregnate will be those with strong ancestral magics in their veins. Magics of this world, and in Arda. Arianne Martell, is descended from Nymeria, the Rhoynar Princess. The Rhoynish magics flow in her veins. Similar powers flow within the little red-headed Stark girl you seduced." Lilith pointed out.

"Spreading our powers by literally breeding them into the lineage of these people and combining their inborn powers with our own. I understand. Though what I'm still curious about is when did you think this up? I have nothing against it, especially if I don't actually have to sleep with them if I don't want to, but I am curious as to why you'd allow such a thing. You hate people as a general rule." Aegon noted, giving her a look.

"I do. And to be quite honest, my reasoning are to give you a practical grasp towards my more intimate depravities." Lilith responded as she rose to her feet and descended from her throne, stepping up to him with a sultry look on her face.

Aegon stared at her curiously as he waited for her to continue, interested in just what kind of depravities she was interested in.

"When we fought against each other so long ago I had female slaves to satisfy my needs, I always hated them, and I wanted them to feel my pain, my loneliness, my heartache. I took great pleasure in letting them fall in love with me, before casting them aside for another, only to return to them later, and win back their affections, driving them crazy as I pulled at their heartstrings. I only killed the ones who realized that my affections for them were nothing. I only freed them when they realized that I didn't actually love them, that they were nothing more than sex dolls for me to pleasure myself with. And I must say… such… pleasures, came very close to what we had." Lilith said to him, her tone becoming sultry as she pulled him to her and whispered into his ear.

Aegon let out a dark chuckle at that, his arms encircling her, as his lips found their way to her neck.

"You are truly twisted, my love. You want me to do the same to them. Make them love me, and then break their hearts by always choosing you?" Aegon inquired, enticed by the idea of such sufferings, especially if it pleased his beloved.

"I don't care if you break them or not. I had some I favored, the ones who always came back, I couldn't help but enjoy, no matter how much I hurt them. I enjoy loyal little slaves, especially in the bedroom, and I want to show you what wonders they can provide when you've shown them their true place in the world." Lilith again whispered into his ear.

"Their place, no matter what title they have, or who's cunt they fell out of, is beneath us." Aegon growled sensually into her ear, Lilith pressing further into him as she let out a growl of her own.

"Yes! I want a bedroom full of beautiful little sex slaves, and I want you to provide them for me. I want to see how well you choose them. And how well you tame them for me." Lilith said in a quiet tone, pulling back from him and meeting his gaze.

Aegon stared back for a moment before his hand rose up and seized her throat. The action was rough, and passionate, his grasp not hard enough to choke her, but enough to gain her full attention, as his eyes began to glow with emerald passion.

"You'll need to perform then, my love. With so many ravishing women to please me, you'll have to prove to me you're better than all of them." Aegon challenged her, his voice rough, and so very enticing.

Lilith let out a soft moan, her eyes lighting up with with a bright orange flame, excitement dancing across her face, as she grinned.

"Finish your work, then come to our chambers… and I'll show you what I remember." Lilith growled pulling his hand free from her neck and kissing him roughly on the lips.

She quickly made for the doors, as they opened, Maester Aemon and the guard sent to retrieve him both entering as Lilith passed them. Aegon didn't notice them at first, he was busy locking eyes with Gothmog, the Balrog in question merely shook his head and growled something out in Valarin, the language of the Ainur. Aegon chuckled at that, his words translating as something akin to 'I hope you known what you're getting yourself into'.

Dismissing it, as the Balrog's shadow faded away, disappearing from sight, Aegon turned to his grand-uncle, offering the man a smile.

"Your grace? Troubles?" Aemon Targaryen inquired, noting the strange look on Lilith's face as she departed.

Aegon was silent for a moment as he rationalized how to answer that question. After a moment he simply grinned and let out a chuckle, "No problems at all. Just my darling bride-to-be, beckoning me finish the night's work and join her in bed."

Aemon offered a nod and a small smile at that, happy that Aegon was getting along with his future queen. Whatever reservation he may or may not have about the woman, it was important for the future of the Seven Kingdoms that the two of them got along, and just from an observers point of view, they seemed to be head-over-heels for one another.

"What can I help you with?" Aemon inquired.

"I need you to draft up an official decree, as reward for his part in capturing Walder Frey, I am legitimizing Ramsay Snow, allowing him to take his father's name, and become his official heir. I am unsure how such decrees should be worded, otherwise I would do it myself, so if you could, have that written up, I'll sign it in the morning, and have it delivered to the Boltons." Aegon explained, earning a nod from his grand-uncle.

"A wise course of action your grace. The Boltons have long been rivals of House Stark, doing what you can to lessen such ancestral grudges will go a long way in securing a peaceful and orderly kingdom." Aemon praised him.

"I had thought as such, and it seemed a suitable reward for Ramsay's actions. Either before you retire or upon the morrow, see it done. I'd like it cemented before we depart." Aegon responded earning a nod of understanding from the man.

"I'll see it done. Go now, my dear boy, see to your lady, to rarely do we get to enjoy the touch of the one's we love, especially in times of war." Aemon offered, his words causing Aegon to smile and nod.

"I think I'll do just that. Good night, granduncle." Aegon wished him farewell, quickly departing to chase after Lilith.

He arrived at their chambers, finding them magically locked. He pressed his magic into the door, and felt the locks open, allowing him a few moments to enter before they sealed once more.

He entered into the room, feeling the magic sealing the passage behind him and came upon a sight that nearly made him lose strength in his legs at it's enticement.

Lilith stood in the center of the room, naked as the day she was born. Her body was on full display for him, and from her erect nipples, and wet center, he knew without a shadow of doubt, that tonight wasn't going to be like the others.

Her breathing was heavy as he began to approach her, his clothes disappearing from sight as he used magic to free himself from them.

A small smirk touched at his lips as he recovered from his surprise and noted the wetness on her hand. Knowing how desperately she wanted this, made it all the more enticing for him. It was obvious that all the talk of children, as well as remembering all of her little sex slaves had worked up his beloved sister, and she was now very much in need of some kind of release.

It didn't take long for him to lose all of his clothes, and as soon as he was completely naked she let out a soft whimper and closed the gap between the two.

Both of them met in a passionate kiss, their bodies pressing tightly together, almost seeming to meld as their lips locked, and their tongues began to intertwine.

"How long have you wanted this?" Aegon inquired, his voice passing into her head as they continued to kiss.

"I've always wanted to fuck you. When we were teenagers, when we were adults, when we were enemies. It was always you. Nothing excites me more than when I think of you. And nothing makes it more intense than when I remember those scant few nights we shared so long ago."Lilith responded, her hand reaching down between them and grabbing hold of his cock which was pressed up against her pelvis and belly. She slowly began to stroke it, earning a groan from her beloved.

In response he began to push her back, the two slowly making their way across the room towards their bed.

"Those nights were to few. You were always the best. Better than her in every way, better than my memories of you, nothing could compare to those days when we were together. I curse myself everyday, for ever walking away from them." Aegon again whispered into her mind, as he felt her run into the bed.

She quickly separated from him, her breathing heavy, and the lust in her gaze, overpowering almost any other emotion.

She quickly dropped to her knees, offering little in the way of pretext as her lips wrapped around the end of his cock.

Aegon groaned in pleasure, and than his eyes went wide as she began taking in his cock. Given that he was the only man she had ever been with, he was surprised to see that she was able to take in so much of him. It didn't occur to him at that moment that she wasn't the same human woman he knew the last time they had slept together. She was a higher magical being now, basically a god, given her power, and realistically, she probably didn't have a gag reflex, or organs in general.

In truth, while Aegon had a physical body, this vessel was far from human. He had evolved it into something far greater upon aiding in it's creation when he decided to unite the Stark and Targaryen bloodlines. It appeared human, but it wasn't human. It had no true classification, beyond his perfect vessel. While he cared little for how he looked, he did ensure that he used magic to enhance or restrict certain features, all in an attempt to appear more desirable, both for his manipulations, and for Lilith.

He hadn't been much to look at as Harry Potter, Lilith had always been the beautiful twin. Her form now was almost a mirror reflection of the one she had possessed so long ago. She was tall, just like him, with pale skin and her long jet-black hair. The pointed ears were the only trait that differentiated her from what she used to look like.

Her breasts were still large and round, her hips shapely and curved, she had a firm round butt, all in all she possessed an enticing hourglass form, that often made men and women stare at her. She was beautiful, incredibly so. He liked to think himself handsome in this form, he had often been called beautiful, though many times it was a jab, the whole point was for him to have a type of beauty not often seen in men. He wasn't meant to appear overly glum, or even cold, as the Starks often were, he was meant to have the beautiful looks of a Targaryen, with Stark coloring, which is the form he refined.

At a thought he could change any parts of himself, if he so desired, but he quite liked this form, he had grown used to the balance of it, and how it moved. It seemed that Lilith liked it as well, especially the size and girth of his member, if her grunts and hums were of any indication.

Letting out another moan of pleasure he placed his hands on her head, matching her established momentum as she continued to bob back and forth taking in his full length each time.

"You're bigger than you were before." Lilith noted as she continued on.

"Guess I got lucky." Aegon responded, causing her to laugh as she pulled back, drool coating his cock as she looked up at him him, amusement filling her gaze.

"Liar." Lilith teased her breathing still heavy, and despite her joking, the lust in her voice hadn't faded.

"We'll see just how tight you are, and see if I'm the only one trying to please the other." Aegon growled in reply, earning a playful giggle from Lilith as she wrapped her lips around him and resumed her pleasurable sucking.

Aegon glared down at her, and for a moment, considered some form of retaliation. He quickly chose to allow her the bit of teasing for the moment, he would simply repay her for it later.

For several long minutes, she continued, one of her hands playfully dancing across her own body, while the other fondled his balls. Aegon was close to his release, but he knew his twin well enough to know that she wasn't going to give it to him that easily. Before reaching that precipice, she would retreat, keeping him at bay until his orgasm retreated, only to bring him that close again, and repeat the actions. She could be a cruel lover at times, but it often made the release, infinitely more amazing.

Before she could get him there he pulled away from her, earning surprise from his beloved as he reached down and pulled her to her feet only to push her back onto the bed.

His lips quickly found their way to her breasts, while one of his hands trailed between her legs and began to tease at the area around her burning hot center.

Lilith groaned in pleasure as his lips circled around one of her nipples and gently sucked on it. He was teasing her, and she knew it, she began moving her hips, enticing him to enter her, with his hand or with his cock, she didn't care at this point.

He grinned as he continued to tease at her sensitive lips, occasionally brushing their wetness with his fingers, while using him thumb to caress her clit.

Letting out a growl she grabbed his the hand that was between her legs, holding it still as she tried to work her hips up so that he'd enter her.

Aegon smirked at her attempts, pressing his middle finger to her opening, and plunging it in, the moment she tried to do it herself. The result was an entrance that was harder and more sudden then she had anticipated and she let out a gasp when it happened.

"Fucking hell woman… any normal man would lose his cock to this vice trap." Aegon stated as he stroked her insides, earning a pleasured growl from Lilith in response.

"Fuck me..." Lilith whined into his mind.

"I plan on it." He responded as he continued to suckle from her breasts, and he added a second finger and began speeding up his ministrations, earning a throaty moan from the woman.

He continued for several long moments, Lilith's whines and whimpers growing louder as he sped up, and located her g-spot.

Aegon soon pulled away from her breasts, and moved down to her clit as he continued fingering her.

It didn't take long for her whimpers to become cries of pleasure, as he guided her to her peak.

With a cry, he felt her whole body spasm, and release, her fluids erupting out of her as he continued his movements, unhindered by her cries.

"Give me your cock, keep going." She got out, through her gasps.

Liking the idea of that, Aegon removed himself from her and climbed onto the bed. She scooted further along it, as he climbed on top of her, positioning himself, he pierced her folds.

He felt her legs lock around him as he began thrusting into her, this was where she wanted him, she wasn't letting him leave.

Leaning down the two met in a passionate kiss as he continued thrusting.

A few moments later he scooped her into his arms and lifted her off the bed, setting her on his lap, allowing her to move at her own speed. She moved quickly bouncing up and down along his shaft, it wasn't long before he felt his release build.

As he closed in, he pushed her down into the bed, taking over and thrusting into her fast and hard, allowing himself to reach his peak and release into her depths.

Lilith let out a gasp of pleasure as she felt him cum inside of her. Both of them were breathing heavily, their eyes locked with one another.

They remained that way for several very long moments before Lilith reached up and caressed his cheek.

"I love you." Aegon whispered quietly, earning surprise from her. Her eyes flitted away from him, embarrassment, tinging her cheeks red.

"I love you too." She admitted almost as quietly. He smiled at her words and kissed her. A kiss she quickly returned as the two began to resume their lovemaking.

They continued long into the night, only stopping when the sun began to peak over the horizon the following morning.

The two were cuddling in bed when a knock was heard at the door. Lilith let out a sigh, as she laid on her belly, her head rested on her forearm. Aegon had been busy spending the last hour trailing kisses along her shoulders and back. He let out a sigh of his own, disappointed to see the night's events finally over. With a wave of his hand, the scent of sex faded, and the blankets that had long been tossed aside during the night of passion, flew back over. Aegon used them to cover Lilith hiding her nude frame beneath them, leaving only her head poking out from beneath.

He rose to his feet and retrieved fresh clothes as another gentle knock was heard. He had just finished pulling on his trousers when he called out for his guest to enter.

The magics around the door evaporated immediately as the door was opened. In came Maester Aemon as Aegon was pulling on his boots, he was still shirtless, and even in the early dawn light, the red marks left over from his night with Lilith were readily visible to the eye.

Aemon offered him a look, his eyes briefly flitting to the slumbering form of Lilith on the bed, before handing Aegon a parchment.

Aegon quickly read it's contents, finding it to be Ramsay's legitimization, he offered maester Aemon a nod and motioned for him to follow him, the two quickly exiting as Aegon threw on a shirt.

"I apologize for waking you, your grace, but a rider arrived a few moments ago. He wishes to speak with the king, Sandor Clegane. Claims to have information on Sansa and Arya Stark." Aemon informed him as they walked.

"You were right to come to me. Lilith's the temperamental one when it comes to being woken up, but in truth we weren't actually asleep." Aegon noted with a chuckle, earning one from Maester Aemon as well.

"Do you think the Hound is telling the truth?" Aegon inquired as they made their way to the great hall. This early in the morning several people were just starting to rise and begin their daily routines.

"I think it couldn't hurt to hear what he has to say." Aemon responded.

"I agree." Aegon stated, as the two entered the hall, finding it scantly populated by more than a handful of guards around it's perimeter, and a small clutch of about a dozen orcs surrounding two people, ready to attack them at a moments notice.

Both of these people, Aegon recognized immediately. One was the Hound, bodyguard of King Joffrey, he recalled seeing the man at Winterfell. And the other was Arya Stark, dressed as a boy, her hair cut short, but he recognized her face, and the little thin sword she carried at her side immediately.

"Has my cousin been informed about this?" Aegon inquired when he spotted them.

"Some men went to get him, same for lord Tully." Aemon responded, sensing Aegon's excitement as he eyed the two.

"Good. That's Arya Stark." Aegon noted, nodding towards the girl. Both Sandor and Arya were watching the surrounding orcs, with weary trepidation. Most likely they had seen some wild and unnerving sights as they passed through the camp around Riverrun. By luck they had arrived at night, and were unable to see the orcs or other creatures in the dark, had it been light out the two may not have ventured close to the castle, and instead remained at a distance watching until they spotted familiar faces.

"Stand down!" Aegon commanded, his voice causing the surrounding orcs to quickly scamper away, almost fearfully fleeing from their master as he approached the two.

The moment Arya's eyes fell on Aegon her face lit up.

"Jon!" She cried out racing forward to meet him.

Aegon caught her in a tight hug, as she met him. A smile spreading across his face.

"You escaped King's Landing?" Aegon inquired separating from her a bit, but keeping his arms around her.

"A man of the Night's Watch. Yoren. He rescued me from the city, helped me escape. The Lannisters killed him, took us prisoner at Harrenhal. We got away and met the Brotherhood without Banners. That's where I met this one, grouchy old fucker." Arya mumbled that last part, giving Sandor the side-eye as he glared at her.

"I ran away from them after they sold my friend to the Red Woman. He caught me, agreed to bring me here to Riverrun to sell me to Robb." Arya informed him.

"Did you tell him you're not worth that much?" Aegon inquired with a smirk, earning an indignant look from Arya.

He let out a laugh as she hit him in the side and pulled her into another hug, before releasing her.

"You traveled quite a ways to bring my sister back to her family. That's a debt not easily repaid." Aegon noted, turning to face Sandor Clegane.

"The Lannisters are cunts, and they don't pay me enough to die for them, or to serve the prick king Joffrey. I came to offer the girl as fair trade for enough gold to get the fuck away from them." Sandor stated.

"I can offer you far better. For Arya, a thousand Gold Dragons." Aegon offered, his words earning surprise from both Sandor and Arya at the amount.

"You've got that much to offer for her?" Sandor asked in disbelief.

"Where did you get that much gold?" Arya asked, equally as disbelieving.

"I've been busy." Aegon noted with a chuckle.

"You stand before King Aegon of the houses Targaryen and Stark. The King of the Far North, the Wall, the Gift, the North, and the Riverlands." Maester Aemon noted.

Arya was left dumbfounded by that, as was Sandor Clegane, at about that moment, Robb made it to the chambers, looking like he had almost run here, Benjen wasn't far behind.

"Robb!" Arya shouted with glee as she raced over to him.

Aegon offered the two a smile as they reunited but kept his attention on the younger Clegane brother.

"You're a Targaryen?" Sandor asked.

"Son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. You saw part of my army out there. I have eighty-thousand soldiers at my back, and two full grown dragons. I'm going to slaughter the Lannisters and send your older brother's head and cock to the Martells to do with as they please. I would welcome a man of you talents within my army, if you so desire." Aegon offered in response.

Sandor Clegane would have outright refused had the situation been different, or had the man asking been someone else. The things he'd seen outside, and now the look in the eyes of this boy-king, who was not much older than Joffrey. There was malice in those gray eyes, a ruthlessness that now even the great Tywin Lannister could hope to match. Something about this boy was different, and for reasons he didn't fully understand, Sandor Clegane was afraid of him.

The boy was a killer, a butcher, a monster, he could see it in his eyes, but he'd never seen it in one so young before.

His original plan was to take the money and flee to Essos, away from the Lannisters, away from the shit of Westoros. But now… something in his gut warned him that he wouldn't be safe if he did that. This Aegon Targaryen… he was different… terrifying in a way that Sandor Clegane couldn't quite place.

It was for these reasons that he didn't refuse outright, and instead remained silent.

"I'll have your ransom collected for you. You're free to remain here in Riverrun to rest and recover from your long journey. Think on my offer, further reward will follow should you prove yourself in my service." Aegon stated, earning a slight nod from the man as he turned and headed over to where his cousins and uncle were busy reuniting.

"Mother is going to be ecstatic to hear that you're alright." Robb offered to his sister.

"I was in Harrenhal, Tywin Lannister made me his cup-bearer, he didn't recognize who I was. I heard about your victories." Arya said to him, earning momentary concern from Robb, as he heard just how close she had come to being recaptured.

"How did you escape?" Benjen asked.

"A man of the Night's Watch. Yoren. He died protecting me and my friends from the Lannisters. They were after an older boy named Gendry. After Yoren died we were taken to Harrenhal, we later escaped and were taken in by the Brotherhood-Without-Banners. They sold Gendry to some Red Woman to pay for their war. I ran away, ran into the Hound, and he brought me here." Arya explained to her brother and uncle.

"You knew the man?" Robb asked, glancing at his uncle.

"I did. He was my friend. He was a good man. I'm sorry he didn't make it back in time to be freed from his oaths by the King. He would have been a useful man to have around." Benjen responded with a sigh.

"What about Sansa, do you know what happened to her?" Robb asked.

"The Lannisters still have her. She was with the King when he cut off father's head. She just stood there and did nothing." Arya growled out, anger flashing in her eyes.

"There was nothing she could have done. Sansa is still just a child, and she's not as brave as you." Robb tried to placate her.

"She still should have done something! I would have!" Arya snapped in response.

"We all believe we'd do things differently if we were in someone else position. Unfortunately we'll never know. Sansa couldn't have saved father. She's just one person, at the end of the day." Aegon noted stepping up behind Arya and placing a hand on her shoulder.

Arya was quiet for a moment before deciding to drop the subject. She turned to face him and gave him a curious look.

"The Maester called you Aegon Targaryen… he said you were king in the North?" Arya stated, confused.

"Eddard Stark wasn't my father, he was my uncle. Your aunt Lyanna was my mother. Rhaegar Targaryen was my real father. Your father claimed me as his bastard to keep me safe from Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister. After what the Mountain and Armory Lorch did to my half-siblings and their mother during the sacking of King's Landing." Aegon explained. Arya stared at him, wide eyed and dumbfounded before glancing at Robb who offered a nod to confirm Aegon's words.

"You're the rightful king of Westoros?" Arya said, half to him, half to herself.

"I am. Robb bent the knee to me, as did lord Edmure. I took the far North, the Wall, and the Gift before marching my army south to join up with Robb and help him avenge Lord Eddard's death and get you and Sansa back." Aegon explained to her.

"Those things outside… those strange men..." Arya began.

"They're not men. Some of them are orcs. Others uruks. There's trolls, wargs, caragors, spiders, giants, wildlings, northmen, River land men, men of Tantibus Arcis, mammoths, and more in my army. I even have my own dragon." Aegon said to her, earning as amazement from Arya, and almost on cue, the castle was filled with the bellow of a dragon as Umbra the Cannibal soared overhead.

"When we have some time I will show him to you." Aegon offered, causing her face to light up.

"Before then, there's some things we need to discuss. Come let's talk." Aegon ordered after a moment, gesturing for them to follow him to where he had established his office.

For the next several hours, they spoke with Arya, letting her know about what happened at Winterfell and that Bran and Rickon were alright. They also briefly explained about Aegon's adventures north of the Wall and what had happened there. Arya told them everything that had happened to her during her time on the run.

Sneaking out of the city with Yoren, being captured by the Lannisters and taken to Harrenhal, finding a man she had previously rescued disguised as a Lannister soldier, who helped her and some of her friends escape as repayment, as well as killing two people for her, one being Armory Lorch which Aegon appreciated hearing.

She told them how the man who had helped them had changed his face, right before her eyes, almost like he had some sort of magic. Later they were found by the Brotherhood, and taken in. They later captured the Hound and put him on trial for the murder of her friend. He fought in a trial-by-combat and was victorious, killing his opponent, Beric Dondarion, only for Thoros of Myr the Red Priest to bring him back to life, something he had supposedly done over half a dozen times by that point.

Eventually they encountered the Red Woman who bought her friend Gendry. Later she made an escape and was caught by the Hound who intended to sell her to Robb.

It had taken most of the morning to go through the entire conversation, and by it's end, they had to decide what to do with her.

Robb wanted to send her back to Winterfell, but he didn't trust the idea of her being on the road any longer. It was a miracle she had made it this far, but dumb luck only worked for so long.

So it was decided that she would remain with them, kept close to avoid Tywin's agents finding her.

In fact, Aegon decided to keep it a secret that they had her at all. Reasoning that the Lannisters wanted everyone to think they had Sansa and Arya, and probably thought Arya was dead, it could be used against them, revealing that they in fact had Arya, at a later date, and also, it would keep Arya safe, as the Lannisters would simply go on thinking she was dead.

So Arya was told to keep a low profile and in exchange Aegon promised to find someone to continue her trained, as she was very much interested in putting her newfound Water Dancing skills to the test.

Arya took to quietly settling in with Aegon's party, keeping out of sight, but often not straying overly far away.

The following day, Sandor Clegane decided to accept Aegon's offer and swore his service to him. He seemed reluctant to do so, but Aegon accepted his service nonetheless.

Not long after that, the army began it's march.

Down the River Road they marched, keeping a steady pace, and earning fright and amazement from the populace who lived along the road itself. The Iron Titan took his fifteen thousand forces and marched south along the river, moving towards Pinkmaiden and then the Gold Road.

For several days the army made it's way down the River Road towards the Golden Tooth. The plan of action was quite simple, they would save their strength for Casterly Rock and Lannisport, using their dragons they would set the Golden Tooth aflame defeating it's defensive position overlooking entrance to the Westerlands.

Then they would march on Casterly Rock, where they would take the castle and capture Kevin Lannister. With both in their possession, the Westerlands would belong to House Targaryen.

As they marched towards the Golden Tooth, Aegon commanded one of his more skilled servants to continue Arya's training. It was obvious that she was developing a bit of skill with her thin little needle, and by her own account she had already killed a man, and intended to kill others, namely Joffrey, and the Queen.

While Robb wasn't overly excited to hear his sister was learning how to fight, he did agree that it was better that she knew how, especially if she was traveling with them. And she did show some skill, so he was less resistant to the idea than he would have otherwise been.

So with that in mind, Aegon had recruited an assassin within his ranks, a goblin bloodletter, who was far more intelligent than many of her kin. She was nowhere near the strongest of his servants, but this particular goblin had shown a skill in bloodshed and violence, and despite being a lowly goblin, had managed to survive for nearly six hundred years. That was an exceptionally long lifespan for any servant of the orc caste, but even more so for goblins, who were much easier to kill than their orc, or uruk brethren.

This goblin's name was Sheeka, and she had spent nearly all of her six hundred years, surviving in Mordor, using her intellect to secure protection from stronger orcs and uruks by offering her skills to various warchiefs. Due to her size, and skill she was very good and sneaking around and was exceptionally skilled with a blade.

Her lithe frame and agile fighting style, made her a useful partner for Arya to have, as she continued to practice her Water Dancing and refining her skills as a fighter.

While recounting Arya's story to Maester Aemon, he made note of the face-changing assassin she had met, suggesting that it might have been one of the fabled Faceless Men.

The idea of these assassins interested both Aegon and Lilith, and both speculated on ways to possibly gain their support in future wars, or possibly steal their magics for use in their own campaigns.

It was an interesting prospect, and something that they intended to keep in mind, when their gaze turned towards Essos.

Within a handful of days, Aegon's army had made it down the River Road and was approaching the Golden Tooth.

The castle itself was relatively small, though it held a commanding position over the road that connected the Riverlands with the Westerlands. Despite it's size, this castle would not be easily assailed at least by a conventional human army.

Thanks to Robb's actions during the War of the Five Kings, the castle itself was less defended then it could have been. During the war, Robb had found a pathway around the castle and had used it to sneak past the defenders and fall upon his unaware enemy at Oxcross. Because of this, many of the defenders that would normally be placed here, had been pulled back to other locations, as they anticipated another such maneuver.

Aegon had other plans, he intended to take the castle, along with it's rich stores of gold and mines, and he intended to use this battle to inflate his legend. Aegon in truth cared very little for the Targaryen, or Stark names, he cared very little for the name Aegon as well, they were all just tools for him to control men. Using his dragon to set fire to the Golden Tooth, would paint him as Aegon the Conqueror, reborn.

That was a legacy he could wield to great effect against his enemies here in Westoros. And he would, and bring it to bare against all those that opposed him. He would wield Aegon Targaryen for as long as it was needed, and would bring this world to heel, bringing order to the chaos, it was only a matter of time.

-Arcem Ossa, Valyria, a short while later-

A man's scream tore out as an entity composed of fire and shadow, pressed it's will and powers into this man's body.

Flame erupted from every pore, and the man screamed in pure agony as power coursed through him. Like working a puppet, the mighty Balrog, Dathrag manipulated and controlled the man, letting his power pass into him, and control him.

After a few moments, he released his control, the flames fading, leaving behind a burned out husk of a human being. Blacked and burned, down to the bone. Life immediately fled the vessel the moment it was released from the Balrog's control.

"I have no doubt, my lord. He is the only one who has survived your powers, and his features match. He holds the blood of the dragon." Came the voice of a man. This man was cloaked in black, standing at six feet tall, he had shoulder length silver hair, and violet eyes. Tan skin, which was encribed with blackened runes, each one having been burned into the flesh, over the course of his life. He was a descendant of old Valyria, now sworn to the service of the Dark Powers.

This man's name was Talaenor Laegyreon, of the blood of old Valyria. He was descended of some of the few survivors of the Doom, those that had been rescued when the Dark Powers descended upon the ruined peninsula after the Doom. Those of pure blood were few and far between, but they made excellent sorcerers, and served their new dark master, reverently.

The demonic Balrog, they came to worship as a disciple of a new dark god. These surviving Valyrians, had long since cast down the names of their old gods, and had instead, taken to worshiping the might of the Goddess of Order, Wrath, Fire, Shadow, Night, and Conquest. The goddess Morgoth.

Talaenor was known as the lord of Valyria, and master of the Broken Lands. He was second only to the High-Priest of the Order of Night, the Balrog Dathrag. To whom all in Valyria served, as their ultimate master, and aspect of their goddess.

"No others can survived your power, only those imbued with the blood of the Great Dragons could hope to maintain even a sliver of your strength." Talaenor continued as he slowly circled the burned out corpse that had once been a Dothraki screamer.

"Yes. He is no ordinary Valyrian. That one was forged by Sauron's hand. Nearly a hundred I have tested, and he is the only one to survive." Dathrag responded, his gaze turned towards a cage nearby where a broken husk of a man lay.

"Unfortunately, he lacks any sort of will, his mind is broken. Whatever torment he suffered on the open plains of the Dothraki Sea, broke him, and reduced him to this. Still… his body could be useful." Talaenor noted, his gaze also falling onto a face, shrouded by silvery-blonde locks. Violet eyes that had once matched Talaenor's were now dead and empty. Unspeakable pain, had left this man absent mind, or will. He had been rendered mute, and a quadriplegic through the pains he'd suffered before being found out in the Dothraki Sea.

It was a group of riders who had found his broken body, screaming in agony out in the grassy fields not far from the Dothraki capitol of Vaes Dothrak.

These scouts, dispatched to Vaes Dothrak to trade, had taken in the screaming man, due to his physical traits, believing him to be one of their own. His arms and legs had been broken and he had been left to fend for himself. By the time he was found, his screaming had left him horse, and yet even still, the pain of moving him and carrying him back to Valyria, ensured that his screams did not cease. By the time they had arrived in Valyria, he had shredded his vocal cords, and could no longer utter a sound.

They did not know who he was, and given his state, he was reduced to little more than an experiment to be studied and then cast aside. It was when Dathrag used him as a vessel to try and possess the man that he realized something was different about this Valyrian. Unlike so many others, this one had survived.

The only answer the Balrog had was that this was one of Sauron's creations. A Targaryen. It was the blood of the dragon that had allowed his body to receive some of Dathrag's power and survive, unburned.

"I will send word to Sauron and let him know that I have one of his little pets. I am curious to see if he has any plans for it." Dathrag stated, earning a nod from his subordinate.

"As you wish, my lord. Now have you considered what actions should be taken against the blue wizard? We know that he has taken up residence in Meereen, and is no doubt advising Queen Daenerys Targaryen. If he manages to gain her allegiance to his cause, she could use her dragons against us." Talaenor expressed.

"Another of Sauron's pets. She will be kept under control for the moment, if the Istari wishes to wield her against us, we will simply destroy him. For now, have out agents infiltrate Meereen, I am far more concerned with how the wizard got here, than what he intends to do." Dathrag commanded.

"I will see it done my lord." Talaenor bowed and quickly departed as the Balrog retreated to it's personal chambers.

It appeared before a vast mirror and stared into it, pressing it's twisted will into the mirror, calling out to it's dark master.

A few moments passed, before a figure revealed itself to the Balrog, the cool, and alluring face of it's master, staring back at it.

"Dathrag, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Lilith inquired.

"I have encountered something of interest here. One of Sauron's experiments, a Targaryen. I was attempting to possess a human form, simply testing certain abilities, and on a whim, I attempted them on this man, he managed to survive, and I believe it is because he has the blood of the Great Dragon's within him." Dathrag explained.

Lilith seemed thoughtful for several long moments, normally she would be generally uninterested in such basic ideas as simple possession, but a curious thought tugged at her.

"Do me a favor my old friend, prepare a summoning ritual, I will have the man transported here, to my presence. There is something I wish to try." Lilith commanded, earning a bow from the Balrog.

-Back in Westoros, The Golden Tooth-

Screams of pain tore through the air as men burned alive. Turquoise flames enveloped the castle on the hill and were very slowly dying out. Surrounding the castle, the bodies of several hundred who had attempted to flee the inferno.

Aegon had done exactly what he had intended to do, people were already comparing this act to the burning of Harrenhal. An amusing comparison because in reality, Aegon had seen the burning of Harrenhal, and knew for a fact that this was nothing compared to that slaughter. People couldn't help but make such comparisons, even if they only shared a few similarities. Regardless it benefited him greatly, and furthered his goal of reigniting the fear invoked by the Targaryen name.

What few men were spared, were kept in makeshift pens, any who were injured were given a swift and merciful death, while the rest would be kept caged, until the proper moment.

With the Golden Tooth now removed as an obstacle, it was time for them to invade the Westerlands.

That night, under the glow of a burning castle, Aegon met with his advisers and discussed his plans regarding the West.

He intended to slam into the Lannister force, rushing down the River Road and making it to Casterly Rock within a week or two. The Nazgûl on their Fellbeasts would patrol the skies, ensuring that no enemy forces gathered in the field to stop them. They would march down the River Road, setting fire to every town, village, or castle that refused to bend the knee, and they would lay siege to Casterly Rock. While the Rock was being besieged, part of the army would break off and attack Lannisport, the nearby city.

Using his Dragon, Aegon would burn down the gatehouse, allowing entrance into the city, he would also use his dragon to keep any ships from leaving the harbor. The intention for the city was to take the Lannister fleet at anchor, if the ships couldn't flee, then they could easily be taken, and then used for later conquests.

Once Lannisport was taken, they would launch a massive assault on Casterly Rock, using goblins and spiders to attack it from the sides facing the ocean, while the main forces would slap into it from the front. With the assistance of dragons, fellbeasts, spiders and goblins, they would disrupt the defenders long enough to get forces over the walls and into the castle itself.

It was suggested by Robb that they simply use one of the Dragon's to burn down the gate of the castle as well, saving time and resources, Aegon openly agreed, though he and Lilith already had other plans in regards to the gates of Casterly Rock. It was about time for the Dark Lady herself to make her grand entrance and show her power to the world.

The plan for the Westerlands was to hit them hard and fast, and take the kingdom without wasting too much time. The Lannisters were allied with the Tyrells and they couldn't risk the Tyrells marching an army up the Ocean road from the South and reinforcing the Lannister forces.

That night Aegon entered into his shared tent with Lilith and found her busily scrawled some sort of ritual circle into the ground. She used her wand to burn the markings for the ritual into the dirt, and a quick examination of the ritual circle revealed it to be a transportation ritual. Sort of like how ancient witches and wizards could teleport using a floo network.

She was just finishing up with the last few marking when he entered.

He gaze the ritual a look and then turned his curious gaze onto her.

"I'm curious about something." Lilith hummed as she placed the last markings and rose to her feet. With a wave of her hand, the marking on the ground began to glow. She then turned towards a nearby mirror and spoke into it.

"Begin." Lilith commanded.

A few quiet moments passed, when suddenly fire erupted from the ritual circle, and from the flames emerged a quivering mess of a mass.

He was familiar, sharing many facial similarities with Aegon's father, Rhaegar Targaryen. It took him only a moment before he recognized where he had seen this man before.

"Viserys Targaryen." Aegon hummed, kneeling before the quivering man.

"So Dathrag was right? This is one of your little creations." Lilith noted, earning a nod and then a curious look from Aegon, as he processed her words.

"Where did Dathrag come across a Targaryen? Last I had heard, Daenerys Targaryen, my biological aunt had conquered Meereen as was now being counseled by one of the Istari. There was no mention of her older brother though." Aegon stated as he examined the pitiful excuse for a man, cowering before him.

"They found him out in the Dothraki Sea. Limbs Broken, screaming his heart out. They took him back to Arcem Ossa, but he was far too damaged to be overly useful to us any longer, and they did not know he was a Targaryen. Dathrag was testing to see if he could possess a human body without destroying it, and this man was the only survivor. All the others burned away, but this one..." Lilith explained, earning a nod from Aegon.

"So why did you bring him here?" Aegon inquired as he continued to examine the broken thing that was once his uncle.

"I wanted to see if you could possess him. If he can maintain some of your power, like he did Dathrag's, you could use him as an Avatar of sorts. I doubt he could maintain more than a fraction of your power, but he'd have access to enough to overpower almost any foe he encountered." Lilith responded, kneeling next to him.

A curious look passed over Aegon's face as he examined the broken man. After several long moments, a smirk touched at his face and he rose to his feet.

Around Aegon's neck, he wore a locket. This locket was actually a holding space that contained the rings of power he had helped to forge, including the Nine rings, as well as the Three Greater Rings he had recovered. He opened the locket and removed one of the three rings, one of the two that wasn't bonded yet, like the one for the Iron Titan.

With a smirk, he gently placed the ring onto Viserys' finger. And in an instant he stopped twitching. Normally, Aegon could have sat back and let the ring run it's course. Viserys would recover and eventually become a wraith. But that wasn't the plan here, and Viserys himself had done nothing to earn such power. As a person he was a weak and pathetic individual, his most important trait, was the power in his blood.

Aegon watched with vicious glee, as corruption began to spread throughout Viserys' veins. Almost as if someone had exchanged his blood for oil, his veins began to turn color, spreading up his arm and across his body.

Aegon's eyes ignited into hellish flame, as the blackness reached Viserys' heart. He watched, as the whites of the man's eyes bled black, and his pupils began to glow a fiery orange.

Aegon allowed his magic and will to pour into the man, through his connection to the ring he wore, he used his ties to empower the man's body, seeing just how far he could push it.

Blackness began to eek out of every pour of the fallen Targaryen's body. His skin darkened, almost as if it was being burned from within. Soon, the once pale skinned man, had skin like burned embers. Burned black, the exterior of his flesh became hard, and began to crack, revealing orange flames within.

For a moment, Aegon expected the body to give out, but after several moments, the changes settled, and the body ceased it's transformation.

Viserys looked like a burn victim now. A hellish reflection of a man, charred black by the might of Sauron. And yet… just as Dathrag had said, his body did not give out. Aegon had definitely pushed more power into the man, than the Balrog had, and he had permanently marred his form, and yet…

"It's still alive." Lilith cooed.

"Yes. It is." Aegon grinned viciously.

His eyes began to glow brighter, and as they did, shadow erupted from Viserys' body, shaping around the man's form. It lashed out at the room, knocking over things, and tearing through hanging cloth. He even let his power loose on Lilith earning a playful growl from her, as the shadows assaulted her form, tearing at her clothes, but leaving her flesh unmarred.

She playfully glared at him, taking great pleasure in burning power that danced across her flesh.

He smirked back at her, allowing his power to retreat, as she repaired his gown.

Slowly the shadows retreated into the charred body, that stood there, unmoving.

"It cannot withstand much, but I can press a decent amount of power into it. I can see through it's eyes, hear through it's ears, even feel with it. It's sluggish, I wont be reacting very quickly with it, but it does have it's uses." Aegon noted, earning a chuckle from Lilith.

"You could send it to Valyria, use it to draw the attention of the Blue Wizard, keep him blind to our actions here." Lilith said as she circled the Dark Lord's newest avatar.

She ran her hand across the back of it's neck, and Aegon shuddered, feeling the sensation himself.

She smirked at that, getting back at him for tearing her gown.

"I could use it as a distraction…" Aegon stated, staring into his own reflection, meeting the gaze of his avatar. "But I think I have a better idea."

"Oh?" Lilith inquired.

"Yes… Arda…" Aegon replied, causing her to grin, devilishly.

"Oh… now that's a fun idea." Lilith noted, stepping up beside him and admiring this new tool of theirs.

This avatar would prove useful in the wars to come. With it, the Dark Lord could operate in two places at once. It would take a portion of his concentration away from what he was doing in Westoros, but the foes here were of little importance. He had yet to encounter a human here who was truly a threat. The old Valyrians were the greatest threat he'd encountered so far, and they were either destroyed, or were now his servants. He could use this avatar to begin moving in Middle-Earth, while also continuing his campaign here.