God

Lux waited in his seat with Rose snuggled against his side as his beautiful Saintess—soon to be war goddess—led the timid Targaryen princess into his private solar.

Daenerys curtsied cutely, not daring to look him in the eyes. "M-My Lord, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Daenerys of House Targaryen," she squeaked out, and Lux smiled at the little girl's courtly persona. It was clear that even while on the run, she had still been taught the basics of how a highborn lady should act.

"No need for any of that, dear. How about you call me Lux?" he offered with a smile, making the princess blush and try further avoiding his gaze.

Lux could see the girl's apprehension, so after prying his redheaded witch off of himself and receiving a nasty glare, he walked over to kneel in front of the princess he had stolen.

"How about this? You can call me Lux if I can call you Daenerys," he said, making the girl give a hesitant nod.

Lux hummed with a hand on his chin. "Daenerys is a lovely name, but would you allow me to call you Dany?" he asked, receiving another nod.

"Wonderful. Tell me, Dany, has anyone ever called you that before?"

"M-My brother," Dany mumbled.

"Ah, yes, Prince Viserys. It's a shame he couldn't join us," Lux faux-lamented, shaking his head before continuing. "But what's done is done. Now, let us look to the future. Do you know why I asked for your presence, Dany?" he questioned, and the little princess simply shook her head.

"It's a dangerous world out there, and all sorts of bad men would love to get their hands on a princess of the Iron Throne," Lux said, noticing Dany clutch the hem of her dress. "I'd like to offer you my protection. None shall be able to harm you in this little haven I've created," Lux smiled at the girl, who was frowning in thought.

"What about my brother… and Ser Darry?" Dany questioned, finally saying something other than her rehearsed lines.

"It truly is unfortunate," Lux sighed. "The young prince has chosen his path, and it's no place for a defenseless girl to be," he told her.

Seeing the princess on the verge of tears, Lux decided he should put this whole act to rest and get on with his point. "But enough with the melancholy," he stood with a smile. "I'm sure you've heard from others that I'm worshipped as a god, isn't that right, Dany?" Lux asked.

"Y-Yes, Lady Yaling has told me you're a god of light," the princess answered, making him nod.

"Among other things, yes. And as a god, I have certain privileges over others… such as making sure an adorable princess doesn't have to be alone," Lux gestured grandly, making Dany perk up, probably wondering what the hell he was talking about.

Ignoring the curious child, Lux got to work on the scheme that would have the future mother of dragons bound to him for life. Because what was a little resurrection to a god like himself, Lux arrogantly thought.

Before Lux arrived in this world, the only options the souls of the dead had were either to fade into nothingness or reside in the roots of the Weirwood trees. Naturally, with what little instinctual preservation remained, the choice was an obvious one.

Now, that leaves the question: What about the inhabitants of Planetos who don't live in the only place that houses the mysterious flora? Well, in actuality, the magical network ran throughout the entire planet, though it only expressed itself openly in Westeros for whatever reason.

Ponderings of semi-sentient trees aside, Lux finally found the particular blob of a soul he had been looking for, easily wrestling control away from the so-called old gods, the faintly glowing thing now hovering over his palm.

After the blow he dealt to the thing calling itself Brynden Rivers, the sentient magic was now nothing more than a beaten dog that he could do as he pleased with.

Lux grinned at little Daenerys's curious face before channeling the greatest amount of divinity and magic he had required to date. A golden cocoon surrounded what was left of the former queen, his holy power acting as an artificial womb while using the soul as a template for molding a brand-new flesh-and-blood body.

Minutes passed, and Lux could tell the room was getting impatient to see what he was trying to pull off. Finally, the golden shell cracked before disintegrating into a mist of the same color, revealing a stunning woman with Valyrian features as she gently floated to the soft carpet of the solar's floor.

"Allow me to introduce you to Queen Rhaella Targaryen, or more importantly, your mother," Lux grinned at the cute princess who looked like she was one loud noise away from becoming a startled rabbit and bolting for the door.

Rhaella stood there with a hand covering her mouth as tears fell, fixed in place as her emotions roiled. During her last moments, as she bled out on the birthing bed, her greatest regret was that she wouldn't be there for her only daughter. Now, standing before the child whose life she'd missed so much of, Rhaella didn't know what to do with herself.

"A-Are you really my mother?" Dany asked, and the hope in her voice was clear for all in the room to hear.

This seemed to break the older Targaryen out of her stupor, the woman rushing forward and dragging the little princess into her tearful embrace.

Lux levitated the two off the floor and onto a comfortable couch on the side. Little Dany was too caught up in the moment to realize anything, while Rhaella only had eyes for the girl.

Turning to the others in the room, Lux smiled at his Saintess, who was giving him a look of pure adoration, while Rose was eerily quiet for her usually rambunctious personality. Lux could guess why and planned to make a point of getting some alone time with his young lover soon.

Deciding to leave Rose to her silent contemplations, Lux turned his attention back to the heartwarming mother-daughter reunion, which seemed to be coming to an end as the princess's gentle, rhythmic breathing told him she'd fallen asleep from all of today's excitement.

Snapping his fingers, his sexy little dark elf, Ash, popped in with a bow. "Be a dear and get the princess situated in her room," Lux asked, rolling his eyes at the elf's clear disappointment that his summons wasn't for a booty call.

Seeing the strange creature approaching her child, Rhaella held Dany tighter to her chest. Lux could tell that the woman wouldn't be letting go anytime soon if he didn't step in.

"Come now, if I meant any harm, I wouldn't have gone through all of this trouble," Lux said, giving the defensive mother a meaningful look, which made the former Queen reluctantly hand over her precious daughter to the little elf with a sigh.

Ash popped away with the girl, and Rhaella had to take a moment to pull herself together after witnessing the magical display. "My Lord, I'd request a private audience if it's acceptable," she asked with a curtsy.

Lux nodded, looking over to Rose and Yaling. "This won't take long," he told them, and they understood his point, leaving through the chamber's only exit.

Now that they were alone, Lux waited in silence for the platinum-haired woman to get on with her point.

"I don't know what plans you have for my daughter, but I won't allow you…"

"Let me stop you there," Lux interrupted, walking closer to the Targaryen matriarch, towering over her short frame. "I think you've forgotten the position you're in here, my lady," he told her, holding the woman's defiant gaze before she lost the courage she'd managed to muster up to confront a god.

"But I believe you've got the wrong opinion of me. You see, I have no nefarious intentions toward you or your daughter. Everything I do is for my amusement, and that alone. Be thankful that I find the two of you entertaining enough to keep around," Lux continued his veiled threats, finally seeing recognition in the older woman's eyes: as long as she wouldn't be a hassle, her life would be a pleasant one.

"Now, I think it's time you joined your daughter… Unless you'd like to ensure my further interest with the new body of yours that I was kind enough to create for you," Lux said, and for whatever reason, the malicious smirk on his face only increased the gorgeous Queen Mother's distress.

Lux backed away with a chuckle. "Of course, I jest, my lady. A servant will see you to your quarters," he waved off as Rhaella took the opportunity to leave, not forgetting her royal upbringing as she curtsied with a fake smile plastered on her face before turning away.

A New God's Conquest

Alone in his modest chambers, Varys sat, reading the letter in his hand for the tenth time as his body trembled.

He had just returned from the urgent council meeting where news of the Ironborn's raid on Lannisport and their subsequent declaration of secession had been discussed. But that wasn't what had Varys in a tizzy.

No, it wasn't anything so mundane. Instead, it was the parchment in his hands, delivered by one of his little birds, that was so concerning.

If what he was reading was true—and if there was anything Varys could trust, it was his information sources—the Golden Saintess's visit to Slaver's Bay had ended in its complete destruction and the new religion obtaining an army of battle-hardened Unsullied.

Magic, the despicable power. Varys had no doubt that the claims of magic he was reading were true. Because what else could it be? Since the fall of Valyria, the slaver nations had stood strong. For them all to fall in succession, Varys was sure that such a feat could only be accomplished with the vile arts.

Varys let out a sigh. He had thought such power to single-handedly bring down a kingdom had died out over a century ago with the Dance of the Dragons. Now, it seemed he had the unfortunate task of working around such power to accomplish his family's long-held goals.

For once, Varys knew that this wasn't a foe he could defeat on his own, and his best option was working with the enemies of his enemy. But there lay the problem. The Golden Religion's only rival was the damnable fire priests of the Red God, another group of lunatics wielding powers they knew not. Varys really didn't want to associate with either, but what other choice did he have?

A New God's Conquest

Bessaro rocked himself back and forth on his large mattress, trying to make the nightmares cease so he could finally get some rest.

But how could he? Every time Bessaro closed his eyes, he saw his city burning to ash as it descended into the seas. Ever since news of Slaver's Bay's fate reached him, he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.

Hells, he'd even lost nearly all of his appetite; the lavish silken robes that once fit him now hung loosely from his shoulders. Soon, he might even be able to sit in normal-sized chairs—what a horror.

How had he ever gotten it into his thick skull to provoke the Golden Saintess? And he was certain the fools he called fellow Keyholders wouldn't stop their simple-minded plans to pull a fast one for some measly coins.

Who gave a damn about coins when their city could be ended on a whim?

No, Bessaro wouldn't silently go along with their plans as he had before. He'd be making his way to the Golden Temple at first light.

With comforting thoughts of backstabbing and treachery on his mind, Bessaro finally drifted off into a pleasant sleep, unconcerned about the former allies he was planning to sell out.

A New God's Conquest

Taking a deep breath, Lux sighed in satisfaction at the wonderful scent of freshly fucked witch pussy filling the room, the redhead's sweat-covered body pressed tightly against his as they basked in the afterglow of sex.

Lux had come looking for Rose to talk about what happened with the princess and her mother, but it seemed the feisty girl needed to relieve some pent-up stress first.

"So... you really are a god?" she finally asked, making Lux chuckle.

"When have I ever claimed otherwise, love?" he teased, and Rose growled at him.

"Bastard, you know what I mean! This whole time, I thought you were just fucking around and using magic to pretend to be a god!" Rose screeched, while Lux ran a hand through her long hair, trying to soothe the exasperated girl.

"Alright, alright... Yes, I'm a god. Now ask what you've been wanting to ask," Lux whispered, running circles along his lover's back.

"My godfather, my parents... can you bring them back?" Rose blurted out, making him sigh and pull his witch closer.

"Rose, I'm so sorry. You've lost so much, and if anyone deserved to be reunited with their loved ones, it would be you," Lux told her as tears began to run down her face.

"But?" she asked, looking at him to finish what he was saying.

"I've already looked, and your godfather's soul never made it past the veil. As for your parents, after dying from the killing curse, there's nothing I can do. The curse isn't strong enough to destroy a soul, but it does enough damage that the only option is to enter the cycle of reincarnation," Lux explained as Rose's sobs increased against his chest.

Of course, this wasn't completely true. After all, his Essence of Creation could do anything. Lux simply didn't want to contend with her parents' influence, not when he was still working his corrupting claws into the girl. Eh, whatever, maybe in a few hundred years, he'd bring them back. Surely, Rose would easily forgive him after such a long time.

"You're not alone, Rose. I don't go back on my word; you're mine forever," Lux consoled, feeling his witch nuzzle further into the warmth of his body. "And as much as you might bicker with the others, they're your family now," he continued.

Lux didn't know how comforting his words would be, but he figured his lover would get over it sooner or later.

And sooner seemed to win out as he felt a pair of soft hands working his semi-hard shaft to full mast before being guided into the wonderfully tight pussy that he'd just fucked not too long ago.

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