Unrest

Bob raised a flagon with the lads. "To our Lord and the prosperity he provides," he cheered, and the rest of those at the tavern's counter joined in.

He was one of the lucky men from Skagos deemed worthy by the Lord to live and he'd be forever grateful for the mercy shown to him. Bob knew he was far from a perfect soul, but at least he hadn't gone as far down the wrong path as many others in his homeland had.

Now, with the Lord uplifting his chosen people, he felt that the future was secure enough for him to finally start a family and bring a child into the world.

If not for the opportunity to travel the world aboard the Lord's trading vessel, he would have likely begun looking for a lass to settle down with. It was worth it, though; once he was finished here, he'd have made enough coin that he wouldn't need to work for the rest of his life if he desired.

Bob turned to one of the lads nudging him. "I think someone's got their eye on ya, Bob," he grinned, pointing to a dusky-skinned beauty in the corner.

"Well, wish me luck," Bob said, getting up to go and work his magic. After all, he had enough drink in him to feel on top of the world at that moment. Hells, if the queen of the Seven Kingdoms were in front of him, he'd no doubt be taking the woman to his bed tonight.

"What's a fine woman like you doing alone in a place like this?" he asked suavely, leaning an arm against the wall and flexing enough to show off his well-earned muscles.

She giggled, and even with her darker skin, he could see her cheeks flush—no doubt over his masculine form. What else could he say? He just had IT.

Of course, the foreign beauty invited him to sit down and drink, his silken tongue having her leaning on his arm within minutes.

So, it was no surprise when she suggested taking things to the room she'd rented.

Only, to his shame, he was forced to lean on the woman for support. Weird, he didn't remember drinking that much.

But at least his partner didn't seem to mind, likely anticipating the amazing night he was about to show her.

Unfortunately, before he could realize something was wrong or call out for help, he was led out of the inn's back door and down an empty alleyway before something was pulled over his head, his vision going black.

Bob didn't know where he was; it felt like he'd been dragged around the city for hours before being led somewhere with a wooden floor.

The only thing going for him was the fact that he was starting to sober up after all that time, but with a somewhat clearer mind, he realized how fucked he likely was.

"Tie him to the seat," Bob heard a man's voice say before being pushed down by his shoulders, coarse ropes wrapping around his arms and legs.

The bag was ripped from his head, and Bob could finally see his kidnappers: two Essosi men, each holding a dagger. More importantly, they looked like they knew how to use their daggers.

At the side, Bob saw the woman who'd gotten him into this mess. "Kat, why? I thought we had something special?" Bob asked, desperately searching her face, hoping to find any sign that she wasn't doing this of her own volition.

Deep in his heart, he'd already planned their future: a house out in the country, a couple of little tykes running around, growing old together as they watched their kids make a life for themselves.

But now, all he could see on her gorgeous face was a look of disdain, and that, more than anything, broke his heart.

"Enough! Unless you want to end up as a nameless body in the canal, you'll answer our questions," one of them shouted, grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing Bob to look up into the man's beady eyes.

Ah, so this is what it's about. As much of a lackwit as Bob felt after falling for the woman's ruse, he realized there was only one reason he'd be captured and interrogated: they wanted to know about his Lord.

Bob chuckled, making the man's eyes narrow. "Do your worst, Bastard. I may die here, but my Lord will welcome me into eternity."

He was more than determined to see this through. Avoiding the inevitable torture wasn't worth damning his soul.

"Heh, you have guts," the man smiled, rotted teeth showing. "We'll see how long that lasts once I start cutting off bits and pieces."

Bob didn't know if the man was right or not, but as one of his fingers was grabbed and the knife started lowering, all he could do was pray to his Lord.

"The Lord's everlasting light protects all who embrace him in their hearts, and his eternal darkness welcomes us at the end of our road," Bob recited, looking away as the dagger pierced his flesh… Only for him to feel nothing.

Bob peeked with one of his eyes open, hoping not to see a bloody stump where his thumb once was. Instead, he saw some kind of black mist interrupting where the blade should have met his flesh.

He burst into laughter as the others in the room backed away in fear; as they should. "Grovel on your knees to the Lord, and He may show mercy," he suggested. Unfortunately for them, they didn't seem to take his words into consideration, instead exchanging looks before readying themselves for a fight.

"Lord, give me strength! Allow me to strike down these infidels in Your name!" Bob exclaimed, feeling power like he'd never felt before flowing through his body shortly after.

He tore through the flimsy bindings, rising to his feet, enjoying the fear of his Lord's power on the men's faces.

"I didn't sign up for this shit," one of them hissed, turning to make a run for it.

As if Bob would let the craven escape his Lord's divine judgment.

Dashing forward, Bob tried to grab the man's shirt to stop him from fleeing—he really did—but instead, Bob found his arm buried elbow-deep into the man's upper body.

With a sickening squelch, Bob wrenched his arm out of the corpse, grimacing as he tried to flick the chunky bits off himself.

Now, Bob had never killed anything other than game he hunted, so he assumed he'd be freaking out about now, but feeling his Lord's approval through their temporary bond, Bob threw away any inhibitions towards putting down the filth that offended his God.

Bob wasn't a cruel man, and even though these men planned on ruthlessly torturing him, he gave his remaining kidnapper a clean and painless death, snapping his neck like a twig.

Finally, Bob turned to the woman trembling in the fetal position. He let out a sigh. Oh, what could have been in another life, he lamented.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to hurt the woman he'd been madly in love with just an hour ago.

With no opinion about the matter given to him through his bond with his Lord, Bob came to a decision, feeling the power drain as he left the rickety building, leaving the beautiful woman to her fate.

A New God's Conquest

Rana happily went about her day's obligations: maintaining the Golden Temple, healing the ill, and ensuring any unruly elements were laid to rest.

Originally nothing but a lonely farm girl in the desolate lands of Skagos, she had been graced by her Lord with the opportunity to learn and gain the power to take her life into her own hands, rather than being at the whims of others.

So when she heard her Lord was recruiting for a sacred mission, Rana was the first to sign up.

To her surprise, not only did she have the pleasure of serving her God, but she was also given advanced spell knowledge to study when she wasn't on duty. That, along with the chance to explore the world beyond the frigid North, meant Rana was having the time of her life.

As the sun set and her duties were completed, she planned to spend her free time with her head buried in the gifted tomes. So it was a surprise when she felt the unmistakable presence of her Lord. Of course, she immediately fell to her knees, only to realize this was all happening in her head—her Lord was entrusting her with a task to complete in his name.

Rana quickly readied herself, donning her combat robes and holstering her wand. This wasn't something she could delay.

With a silent twist of space, she appeared in front of the run-down wooden structure her Lord had directed her to.

Opening the door with her wand at the ready, the gruesome sight inside only slightly surprised her, as she had already smelled the blood from outside.

But it wasn't the corpses in the room she was interested in. She walked up to the cowering woman in the corner.

Pointing her wand at the woman's temple, Rana frowned as memories flashed through her mind, telling a tale of betrayal. "Heh, that rhymed," Rana giggled, already plotting the bloody message that would have to be sent for this slight.

The woman on the ground was a nobody who knew nothing about the greater game at play, simply having been handed a sack of gold by a cloaked figure to carry out instructions.

For Rana, though, that was plenty to get started on her investigation. It might take all night, but she would eventually find the culprit.

A New God's Conquest

Bessaro yawned a deep, manly yawn as he woke from his pleasant dreams. He smiled, feeling the young, supple flesh of the maid he had taken to bed for the night.

Taking a moment, Bessaro simply basked in the opulence that surrounded him, thinking it was only right that a man such as himself had reached such heights in life.

Finally, he began shimmying onto his side; he had work to see to, after all.

Today seemed to be a good day, Bessaro thought, as it took him only a couple of minutes to hoist himself over.

However, the good start to the day immediately ended when he let out a blood-curdling shriek after looking into the milky eyes of a disembodied head hanging from a rope on the side of his bed.

Bessaro shot up, feeling like he'd torn more than a few muscles, but that was the furthest thing from his mind. His once pristine room was now filled with more than a single body's worth of parts scattered about.

And on the wall, a message written in blood was left for him:

"Your first and only warning–Praise the Lord of Everlasting Light and Eternal Darkness"

He read, before skedaddling out the room of horrors, shouting for his guards to come to his aid. Fuck, he shouldn't have entertained the other Keyholder's retarded machinations.

A New God's Conquest

Melisandre knelt in front of her room's small brazier, offering her daily prayers to her Lord.

Soon it would be time for her to head west, where she would guide Azor Ahai in fulfilling his destiny to defeat the Great Other.

But for now, she would hold back the darkness in Asshai.

As she turned away, ready to rest for the night, something in the flames caught her eye, making her turn back and gaze into its depths. She lost control of her consciousness as countless visions flashed before her.

"N-Nooo!" she cried, terrified by what she had seen.

Melisandre saw too much to fully recall, but one thing was clear: a wolf made of darkness, disguised in gold, was hooking its vile claws first in the north before spreading throughout the known world.

Running from her room, Melisandre rushed to the temple's main hall, hoping to find her fellow priestesses awake.

"Kinvara!" she shouted, noticing the worried expression that likely matched her own.

"The flames, have you seen them?" she asked, seeing Kinvara solemnly nod.

"These are dire times, my sister. We will need to be at our strongest to face this oncoming darkness," Kinvara told her.

"What shall we do, sister?" Melisandre asked. Until now, she had believed her only mission was to guide Azor Ahai, but now that the end was approaching sooner than expected, she felt lost.

"We need to solidify our position where we hold the most influence. I will travel to Volantis on the morrow," Kinvara said, worriedly rubbing her hands together. "I know it's early, but I think it best if you travel to Westeros now. You need to warn them of the encroaching threat."

Melisandre nodded. It would be a tragedy if the Seven Kingdoms were caught off guard, especially considering they would be the first to face the coming darkness.

"I'll begin packing, sister," Melisandre said, beginning to walk away before pausing. "The night is dark and full of terrors," she began the prayer.

"Lord of Light, protect us in the darkness," Kinvara replied.

A New God's Conquest

Lux groaned as Bella gargled his weighty sack, her hand furiously stroking his saliva-slicked shaft.

He frowned, sensing a foreign magic trying to divine his future. Of course, the lowly magic of this world couldn't affect his godly self, but Lux decided to play a small prank.

From the feeling of fire and suffering emanating from the magic, he had a pretty good guess of its source and the perfect message prepared for the occasion.

Feeling his balls twitch, Lux grabbed his slave's hair, pulling her mouth off his balls and burying his cock down the woman's gullet, delivering her favorite meal straight to her stomach, all while forgetting about the chaos he had just caused.

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