Fated

Lux ducked the left hook, jumped over the sweeping kick, and side-stepped the mean elbow his fearsome wife threw out, all with his eyes closed and external senses forcefully turned off.

"Why… won't… you… hold… still… bastard…" Val complained between each attack. He could only understand the insults by reading her lovely lips with his sixth sense, which was really just the ability he created to copy the Observation Haki of the One Piece world.

Lux smirked. If his beautiful wife wanted him to stand still, then he'd stand still. When he raised his arm to meet her furious haymaker, what looked like a viscous golden liquid spread, covering the arm meeting fist. This, of course, was his own special version of Armament Haki. Normally, the willpower made manifest would only show as a black coating, and only if the other person could sense Haki. But when he combined the Touki he'd copied from the memories of Voldemort with his Armament Coating, something stronger and more tangible was created.

"Argh, gods, what are you made of?" Val grumbled, rubbing her bruised knuckles.

"Heh, what's wrong? Didn't you say I only beat you by relying on my magic?" Lux tutted, making her cutely pout.

After an argument between the two over whether or not he'd allow her to fight on the front lines at his side, Lux had to put his foot down and show the headstrong woman that his strength wasn't solely reliant on his magic like she'd assumed.

"Bastard, how was that not magic? It felt like I punched a rock," she complained, and Lux simply shook his head.

"Woman, you couldn't even touch me until I let you," he told his sore loser of a wife.

"So that's it then? You're just going to leave me behind like some Southron lady?"

"That's not what I said. Right now, you're weak." Val was glaring, about to interrupt, but Lux just sent her a look that told her to can it. "Yes, you're weak. Even a stray arrow could end your time on the battlefield without you even knowing it."

"Grrr, fine, but what's your point?"

"My point, my love, is that if you want to go anywhere near a battlefield, you'll have to make it through my special hell mode training plan I happened to have prepared for any of the unruly women in my life, such as yourself," he explained. Seeing Val crossing her arms, giving him a stubborn glare, he sighed. "I hope you don't regret this."

"Whatever you've got planned, bring it on, Husband."

He figured she wouldn't be backing down. Unfortunately for her, he hadn't named it as his Hell Mode training for nothing. Lux knew Val wasn't the type to use magic, so things were about to get very physical… and not in a fun way. Okay, maybe they'd still have a little fun at the end of each session. That hot and sweaty kind of fun where he'd…

Ahem, Lux cleared his throat. He was getting distracted for a moment right there. Where was he? Ah, yes, training his spunky wife.

Lux smiled, and Val didn't like it one bit. She wondered if she'd made a mistake agreeing to this training.

Before he could begin the beat… erm, training, Lux noticed a malevolent aura wafting in through the doorway that was cracked open just the slightest, a single bright green eye glaring in. He ignored it, figuring things would probably work out fine.

A New God's Conquest

Rose stomped down the hallway, away from the room where she'd had the displeasure of listening to Lux and the Savage talking all lovey-dovey.

That fucking bitch, already acting like they were an old married couple. She'd just need to speed up her plans. She wouldn't let another skank worm her way into Lux's bed before her.

She really wasn't looking forward to this. It was her last resort, but the time had finally come. Moving through the hallways on autopilot, she was already knocking on the door before she could psyche herself out.

"Enter," commanded the clipped voice of one of the women she loathed from behind the door.

Rose walked in to see Bellatrix draped over a lounge chair, raising an eyebrow at her. On the side, she noticed Delphi's attention was glued to a show about… was that a yellow sponge in a pineapple?

Lux's inventions could be odd at times, but the little magical box that replicated a muggle television was brilliant. She just wondered where he was getting all the ideas for the many shows and movies he'd created.

"Oh, little Rose coming to see me of her own volition," Bellatrix drawled before she could get the first word out. Rose sighed, this was going to be troublesome.

"Rose, Rose, did you come to play?!" Delphi ran over, waving her hands.

Rose smiled. As much as she loathed her mother, Delphi was too cute and adorable to dislike. Rose wondered how it was possible for Bellatrix to create such a little angel. She figured all the heavy lifting was done on Lux's side.

"Not today, sweetie, I came to talk with your momma," she told the little toddler. Now that she thought about it, Rose was pretty sure a kid her age shouldn't be walking and talking at the level she was. Whatever, she'd just blame it on another one of Lux's oddities.

After being denied, Delphi pouted, stomping the ground with her little foot, and Rose felt like she'd just kicked a puppy.

"Will you come to play tomorrow?" she asked, her lower lip trembling.

Rose nearly panicked. How could she make the little girl cry?

"Of course, we can play as long as you'd like tomorrow," Rose hurriedly agreed.

Delphi's frown quickly turned upside down after hearing that… a little too quickly, now that Rose thought about it. Had she been played? Nah, it couldn't be.

Rose sighed in relief, crisis narrowly averted, as Delphi happily ran back to sit in front of her show.

"You're too easy," Bellatrix mocked, making her glare at the pompous woman.

She let out a breath; now wasn't the time.

"Bellatrix, I need you to help me with my magical studies," she muttered under her breath.

"Oh, what was that? I couldn't hear you," Bellatrix asked with a grin, clearly lying.

"Listen, I know we'll never be friends, but are you going to help me or not?"

Bellatrix hummed and hawed for what felt like minutes, clearly enjoying this more than Rose thought possible.

Finally, though, she seemed to come to a decision. "I guess it can't be helped. If you get on your knees and call me mistress from now on, I might be able to help you out," Bellatrix told her.

Rose growled and turned around. If the bitch was going to be so difficult, then she'd just do things on her own.

"Wait," Bellatrix called out, and even though she wanted to continue storming out, she thought better of it.

She turned back to look at that annoying, teasing smile. If Bellatrix was still planning on being difficult, she'd just leave.

"Fine, you don't have to kneel, and you can just call me Professor. And don't think I'm doing this to be nice; this is because I know my Master would want me to help."

Rose rolled her eyes but agreed. All things considered, calling the crazy woman Professor wasn't too much of a chore.

"Fine, Professor. When can we start?" Rose asked.

"Tomorrow. I still need to get in my beauty rest for today," Bellatrix waved her off, making her turn around and walk out the door with a scowl.

A New God's Conquest

"Well, now that everyone's informants have reported back, we can finally decide how to handle the 'Golden Saintess,' as people are calling her," Bessaro said, looking around the room at his fellow Keyholders.

"Yes, and it seems your decision to gamble on the monopoly of the compass has paid off," the group's upstart member tried to butter him up. Bessaro rolled his eyes. The man's words didn't even sound faintly sincere.

Yet, he was correct. It had been a gamble to make that deal. They had no way of knowing how many of the devices had already been sold by the mysterious crafters behind the Saintess.

Luckily, it seemed he was right. There was no way he wouldn't have heard anything, not even whispers, about such a device. After the Bank's information network reached the same conclusion, any doubts about their profits were put to rest.

"I still don't like that we know next to nothing about this group's origin," another member grumbled, making Bessaro nod.

They had assumed the group was one of the many noble houses of Yi Ti, but after digging deeper, no mention of a powerful sorceress flying the banner of a silver wolf on a golden field had been found, seemingly in the entire known world.

Being caught off guard like this was something the members of the council, himself included, were unaccustomed to. It was also something they couldn't let stand.

"I agree, we should start by sending a few spies to join the Saintess's growing congregation," Bessaro replied.

"Still, is that enough? Surely we could learn more if we had someone to interrogate," a fellow member added.

Bessaro shook his head. "Her magic is unheard of and far more potent than we're used to dealing with. I believe we should continue acting with caution."

"Yes, I'd say distancing ourselves from the powerful sorceress is the best call, but surely we could get some information from one of the black guards she keeps at her side," the upstart, whom Bessaro couldn't stand, interjected.

Bessaro didn't know why everyone was so insistent on poking the hornet's nest. He could only assume some of their backers had a vested interest in disrupting the business between this new religion and the Iron Bank. And he had a pretty good guess about the group responsible.

"It's still too risky. At most, we could grab one of the laborers aboard their ship. No one will question when a lowly sailor ends up with a slit throat in a brothel," he told the Keyholders, trying to prevent them from making an unnecessary enemy.

Seeing a few members frown but ultimately agree, Bessaro clapped his hands together with a smile. "Good, now that that's decided, we can adjourn this meeting for today."

After all, he had finally been able to reschedule his missed appointment with the vaunted Black Pearl for tonight, and he wasn't going to miss it for anything this time.

A New God's Conquest

Yaling looked over the newly renovated temple, now the Church of Holy Light, with a smile on her face and no small amount of pride.

Already, word was spreading rapidly through the busy port city that their small district offered safety, healing, and sustenance for all in need.

She chuckled. Now, people were referring to her as the Golden Saintess. It was fitting enough, she thought; her lord did love the color, after all.

She had noticed that the land they had been directed to by the Iron Bank was as far from the Red Temple as possible without being on the city's outskirts.

Yaling wondered what would come of that. She knew the Red Religion's beliefs and wondered how they'd react to a real god of light stepping on their toes.

Considering her Lord also embodied the aspect of Darkness, they'd probably declare him the enemy of R'hllor.

Yaling welcomed it, though. There was no way their puny fire magic could withstand her Lord's might.

Before she could start plotting the downfall of the fake Lord of Light, one of the sorceresses under her command approached with a bow.

"Saintess, we have found the children," she said.

Yaling nodded, holding out her hand. "Good, show me," she told the mage before being dragged across the city through a tunnel of distorted space.

They appeared in front of a house with a red door, just as her Lord had said.

Under an invisibility spell, the two entered the courtyard without being noticed by any of the servants on duty.

Finally, they stood in front of the two her Lord had commanded her to find: an adorable silver-haired princess and a scrawny teen who looked like he could use a few hearty meals. Watching over them was an old man weakly leaning on a walking stick.

Good, Yaling thought. Now that it was confirmed, she could station protection around the two, and whatever her Lord's plans were, they wouldn't be disrupted.

She looked forward to seeing what her Lord was up to. She knew that the majority of his growing trade and religious takeover was focused on Essos. Whenever he got around to dealing with the Seven Kingdoms, she figured it would be far bloodier than what was going on here.

Nevertheless, she'd soon be leaving the city of Braavos for her next mission. She didn't have high hopes for it being as peaceful as her dealings with the Iron Bank.

A New God's Conquest

Dalla knelt at the base of a heart tree, praying to the gods above for guidance. It felt like the world had been crumbling down around her these past months.

Her last living kin was presumed dead, and as much as she wanted to believe otherwise, she wouldn't get her hopes up too high. Few ever came back after going missing in the harsh lands they lived in.

Now, she could only focus on what was happening at the moment; she didn't have the luxury of thinking about unlikely possibilities.

After all, the little community her mother had built and passed onto her was crumbling apart. More and more people were going missing, and what little authority she had was waning.

Sometimes, it felt like her role as Chieftess was in name only. Sure, people respected her, mostly because she was the only one who could keep them alive with the many dangers of this land, but there would always be those who looked down on her for being a woman.

Dalla wasn't as much of a fighter as her sister was, and how well you could swing an axe was what people around here cared about the most.

She sighed, getting up. She could only waste so much time praying to gods who never answered.

Maybe it was because of those spiteful thoughts, but either way, what little peace she could get out of her day was interrupted by the sound of footsteps breaking branches behind her.

Dalla drew her dagger, turning around to meet the exhausted eyes of a man she hadn't expected to see ever again, his familiar black cloak stitched together with red thread.

Maybe this was the work of the gods finally answering her prayers. She had thought it was simply her fate to fall for the one man she couldn't be with. But now, it didn't look like the man was simply coming to say a simple greeting.

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