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Game of thrones: Dark sculptor

A man with questionable morals gains power over flesh. He bends and shapes it at his will. And while he may use his powers for good, there is always the possibility of him “healing” not just your body, but your mind for his pleasure. So this is just me having some fun with a laid back story. I write for fun and this is my first time writing this type of story and character. This is not meant for children.

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Chapter 14

"Hahahahaha! I've finally finished, this will change everything!"

Weeks have passed since creating Hassani, and in that time I've been very busy. Along with my studies on the faith, I have used my control over the silent sisters to further my research.

There are a ridiculous amount of dead bodies being held under the sept. Granted, many of these corpses have deteriorated to being nothing more than dust, there are still a decent amount that are still viable. Then there's the occasional death that happens real time.

So being surrounded by all these resources has given me free reign to try new things. And that brings me to my latest creation. The main flaw, or weakness to my nearly godly power is, well there are a few of them.

One is the fact that I have to make contact with what I wish to change. It doesn't necessarily have to be akin to skin contact but close enough. Second is that it takes time, time and energy. I can change a person down to their skeletal structure in five hours give or take. But the process will leave me mentally and physically drained. If I push myself I can do this twice a day. Lastly, and the most serious flaw is that I need material to make serious changes.

The last flaw is the only one I can conceivably work to fix. In my hand lies a red tear shaped gem. It's back is flat as it rests upon my palm and it looks stunning. But this is no ordinary gem, this is the product of weeks of tireless experimentation.

As I stared at the thing the door to my hidden laboratory was opened. Looking over I saw Katyia walking over to me. As the door was being closed I saw two silent sisters standing guard on the other side.

"I've brought what you asked for my love." Katyia said as she handed me a silver chain. Taking it in my hand I smiled before giving her a quick kiss to which she smiled broadly.

"Thank you my dear, now I can put this all together."

"What exactly is that?" She asked while moving to stand beside me.

"This, my sweet Katyia, is the solution to my problem. Well, at least one of them." I replied while attaching the chain to the gem.

"And what problem is that, my love?"

"This is not an ordinary gem, in fact, it isn't even a gem at all." I replied while placing the chain around my neck and letting the gem lay against my chest.

"Not a gem, then what is it?" She asked while moving to stand in front of me to get a better look.

"It is the crystallization of many bodies, I took as many bodies as I could and condensed them into a gem like appearance. This way I can use my powers in public without worrying about people calling me a necromancer or something like that. I call it a philosopher stone." I explained with excitement.

"That is great my love. I'm so happy for you." Katyia replied happily while hugging me.

"Thank you, now let's get going, I need to speak to septa Melahnie. It's about time I set my plans into motion, I've done enough studying for now."

We exited the laboratory and made our way through the catacombs up to the sept proper. It only took us a short time to reach Melahnie's room and after a quick knock we entered. Melahnie was sitting at a desk and seemed to be doing paperwork. She looked up and upon seeing my face she smiled and quickly rise to greet me.

"No need for that, sit, I only came to run something by you." I said while taking the seat on the other side of her desk.

"What can I do for you, Holy Father?" She asked, I had begun having those under my control refer to me as Holy Father since creating Hassani. I liked the sound of it and it inflates my ego so I figured why not have all my servants refer to me that way.

"I am ready to make my next moves, to do this I will require your aid."

"I will do anything you ask of me, Holy Father." She replied.

"I know you will. So, I plan to visit the docks and preach. I'll also be offering to heal the sick and injured with the power of the seven. This will attract attention to myself thus forcing the elder septon to summon me.

I imagine he'll try and perform some type of interrogation, most likely with other senior members of the sept present. This will give me the opportunity to take full control of the sept in one fell swoop.

Not only that, but my services as a healer of the seven will grant me fame, fame that I can use to make moves against the other factions. After taking over White Harbor, I plan to travel to every city in Westeros. I'll take over the Sept of every city until I have complete control of the important figures in the faith.

The end goal is to make our way to the capital, Kings Landing. Once there we will eventually assassinate the High Septon and force a vote to elect his replacement. If my deeds leading up to then aren't enough to sway the votes to my favor, I can always persuade them by other means."

The room was quiet for a moment, Melahnie and even Katyia were stunned by my plan it seemed. I just sat back in my chair with a serene look on my face, as if I was some sage. Melahnie eventually regained her composure and stood from her chair and knelt before me.

"I will do anything to help you to accomplish your goals, Holy Father. This is a mission that is blessed by the seven and I honor them by serving you. You need only lead and I will follow."

"That's good to hear, now rise, we have much to discuss." I replied.

Do y’all think I should speed things up? Let me know what you think.

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