Lux guzzled down another bottle of whiskey, trying not to think about the hell awaiting his future. Of course, normal alcohol had no effect on him, and even the magical drink he was guzzling only worked because he allowed it. But for now, the young god simply wanted to lose himself in complete apathy.
Val and Bella had given birth today—three new daughters entering the world: twins from Bella and, fortunately, only one from Val. Of course, he'd known from conception, but now it was finally hitting him.
Christ, it would be a nightmare when their cycles eventually lined up, Lux internally grumbled. He needed to get some guy friends or something to pump up the collective testosterone levels of this place.
Tossing the empty bottle at the wall, Lux decided he needed some entertainment to pull himself out of this funk. After thinking about it, today was as good a time as any to make his biggest move so far—one that would really put his name at the top of everyone's list. What that list entailed… he didn't know, but he'd make sure to be on it.
Standing, Lux waved away his inebriation with a flash of golden light, fading from his current room and appearing behind his lovely wife, who was holding a tiny bundle with a shock of golden hair poking out against her wonderfully full breasts.
With how much physical training he'd put his Nordic beauty through, she wasn't even surprised when he took the two into his arms, suckling on his wife's soft neck while his daughter did the same to her nipple.
"Husband, not now; not in front of our child," Val whined, unable to stop a faint moan from slipping out.
"Heh, don't worry, love. I came here for something else this time," Lux told her, though he still couldn't stop a hand from roaming down to the thick ass that held a few extra pounds from her recent pregnancy. "My undead will be marching on the Wall, and I figured you wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I left you out."
Seeing the vicious grin on his lover's face, Lux tilted her head to the side, claiming her delicious mouth as their tongues danced.
Breaking away, his wife was left wanting more. Unfortunately, she'd have to work her frustrations out on the battlefield. "Now get ready, we'll be leaving soon," Lux said, giving Val's juicy rear a firm slap and chuckling at her little yelp before vanishing.
Now finding himself in his pretty little Saintess's chambers, Lux let out a manly giggle, seeing the jade beauty striking poses at the mirror in her birthday suit.
Yaling squeaked, turning around while covering herself before she realized it was only her Lord intruding on her privacy. Even so, the girl blushed and stammered as Lux stood there grinning.
"M-My Lord, how may I be of service?" his saintess asked with a bow, revealing her perfect body for his pleasure while trying to hide the embarrassment she felt.
Raising her by the shoulder, Lux didn't try to hide his wandering gaze as he traced a hand along the side of her soft and modest bust, watching her squirm in place. He was always happy to tease his most devoted follower.
"Prepare your Paladins. We'll be sailing for White Harbor within the hour," he commanded, giving one of her pretty tits a final squeeze before vanishing again.
An hour or so later, Lux watched over the airstrip as the former Unsullied, now Paladins, boarded his many flying war vessels with their shiny new armor and arms. Thanks to his Saintess's efforts, the soldiers were unrecognizable from the slave army they had started as. After conquering the North, Lux vowed to do his duty as a fellow man by restoring an army's worth of cock and balls. The prostitution market of his lands would be booming shortly, Lux thought.
With everyone packed up and ready to go, Lux walked up the gangplank of his flagship flying his personal banner: a golden wolf head on a black field. On his shoulder, Noire furiously swatted at his head, only calming down after he stroked that one spot next to her ear that she loved so much and promised to create an order of warriors who would raise a standard depicting her glory.
Now that the cute little pup was contently nuzzling in his arms, Lux relaxed at the bow as his ship took to the skies.
A New God's Conquest
At the edge of the Haunted Forest, Val flipped over the weird little horn her man had given her. When she asked, he'd told her it was called a kazoo, whatever the hell that was. And when she asked him why a kazoo, he'd said it was for the memes. Val didn't even bother asking what a meme was, deciding that if this were a jest, she'd find a way to get some payback.
As her warband left the forest's cover, the expected two blows of a horn echoed through the previously barren lands while her enhanced sight could just barely make out the black-cloaked men scurrying about in panic.
Letting out a sigh, Val raised the little horn to her mouth—and it was a horn, she decided, refusing to refer to the thing as a kazoo—giving it her all as she blew into the magical artifact, only for a pathetic whimpering noise to reach everyone's ears.
Val blushed, seeing those at her side giving her strange looks, and she could swear that the Crows on the walls were laughing at her. Val decided to make her husband's day miserable for this.
Clearing her throat in embarrassment, Val looked back to the wall. Well, at least the thing worked, she thought, seeing a few large icicles begin to tremble. But as time passed, with only faint tremors being felt, Val wondered how long Lux had expected her to wait around.
Val let out another sigh. "Cain, do you think you could help speed up this whole process a bit?" she asked, looking at the armored undead in charge.
"As you wish, my lady," his raspy voice replied, making Val smile because at least someone around here was useful.
Cain didn't waste any time as Val watched his horde pour out of the forest like a wave of black sand, the unfeeling creatures having no problem scaling the icy wall, and the large boulders and logs thrown down by the defenders were only a minor inconvenience.
With their sole directive being to open the tunnel gates, Val heard the loud grinding of metal within an hour of the attack before readying her fellow Free Folk for a charge.
Hefting the large war axe she'd bugged her hubby to make, Val frowned as she looked at the warriors behind her. She could see it on their faces; they didn't want to get anywhere near the terrifying undead still clambering up the walls.
Luckily, a stern glare was all it took to set the lot straight, following behind at a slower pace as she charged ahead with all the might built up from months of grueling training.
On the other side of the Wall, Val found the large courtyard in utter chaos. Bodies of both Crows and undead burned, lost limbs were strewn about, and green boys cowered in fear as they tried to go unnoticed.
And for the most part, the cravens were left alone; the focus of the simple-minded undead being those who posed the most threat.
But now, Val was entering the fray, and after locking eyes with a lad poking his head out from behind a trio of barrels, she pounced, cleaving both man and containers apart in one swing, the Crow's horrified, lifeless eyes locking onto his dismembered lower half as his lifeblood seeped over the spilled grain.
Val grinned, tearing through the Crows who had caused so much suffering to her people, relishing the fear in their eyes, her bloody visage the last image they saw on this mortal plane.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Val sang, standing outside the last stronghold, her people standing behind as they too released their grievances on the rapidly cooling corpses in the yard, placing heads on spikes while jeering at the remaining Crows.
Val would have let them live a little longer if they'd just played along with her banter, but hearing nothing in return, she walked up to the barricaded door, ramming the tip of her axe into it with all her might. The door easily flew off its hinges, crushing a poor sod against the far wall.
Entering, Val met the eyes of a familiar face. "Ah, Stark, we meet again," she greeted with a smile, only for it to be rudely returned by a scowl.
"Perhaps we should take them hostage," Mance suggested from her side. Val jumped, startled. She'd forgotten that the creep had ended up tagging along while her sister was stuck at home with a babe growing in her belly.
Val shook her head, pushing her good brother away with the butt of her axe. "No need, at this point the North might have already fallen," she told him.
"Watch your tongue, invader! The North has stood strong for millennia. No matter the foul sorcery you wield, we will not go down so easily to a bunch of savages," Benjen growled, making Val scowl.
She didn't like the way the Stark fucker was speaking to her. Val had come to enjoy a certain level of respect after becoming the wife of a god. So who was this insolent mongrel to act with such contempt?
"Whether you believe my words or not, you can ask your family in hell," Val said before hurling her axe too fast for the man to react, the large blade burying itself in the Stark's face.
After that startling turn of events, the remaining Crows panicked as Val allowed the men following her to get some action, cutting down the last of Castle Black's defenders with mad gusto.
Later, as they made camp within the North's borders, a rumble had her looking at the Wall that was finally crashing to the ground after all this time. Val rolled her eyes, at this point, she was sure her husband had planned this to purposely annoy her.
A New God's Conquest
The largest city of the North came into sight, and Yaling watched as one vessel split off to sail further south, while her Lord's flagship, carrying half of the Paladins, headed straight for the heart of the land.
The ship traveling south carried thousands of demonic creatures spawned from the burning of Meereen. They would make land in the Neck, immediately turning the swamps and bogs into their own dreaded territory. Of course, the crannogmen wouldn't be having a good time, but her Lord had told her that he didn't need the weirdos anyway.
Praying for her Lord's success, even though it was inevitable, Yaling turned her attention to the rapidly panicking city as the guards' flaming arrows bounced harmlessly off the magically shielded hulls, while the few shots aimed higher couldn't make it past the transparent barrier.
White Harbor's port was a small one, nothing like what she had dealt with in Essos, leaving her short of available space to dock her fleet. Fortunately, this was an easily solved problem, her lead ship bashing through the rows of peacefully moored vessels like a hot knife through butter.
Aside from a quick scuffle at the docks, where she was compassionate enough to spare the city folk who knew no better, her march toward the keep was relatively peaceful. Of course, this was mainly because a majority of the fighting-aged men were conveniently absent at the moment.
"In the name of Lux Tenebris, Lord of Everlasting Light and Eternal Darkness, peacefully surrender, and may he have mercy on your souls," Yaling commanded, standing outside the barred keep.
The men on the wall looked around in confusion as she patiently waited for someone who could speak for the rulers of the city. Finally, Yaling could hear the huffing long before an overly rotund figure somehow managed to hoist himself into view.
"I-Intruders…" the man said before taking a moment to catch his breath. "As Lord of this fair city, we will not surrender while a Stark still holds the North," he declared, making Yaling shrug before nodding at the nearby Paladin Commander.
"Very well, at the very least, you can die knowing you stood for your beliefs," she told him, and after her words fell, a blur of gold shot at the tubby Lord, who looked down in shock at the shiny spear sticking out of his engorged gut.
"Alright, let's wrap this up quickly. Secure the fortifications and take the remaining Manderlys into custody," Yaling ordered, only wanting to get to her Lord's side as soon as possible.
A New God's Conquest
With the nearby Northern Lords gathered in his great hall, Ned prepared for the long deliberations that would soon take place. After receiving word of the Iron Islanders' rebellion, Ned was once again duty-bound to face the horrors of war.
But before they could start, the hall's side door opened, and Maester Luwin hurried in, his many chain links jingling around him. He seemed paler than usual, and fright was clear on his face.
Ned frowned, holding up a hand to silence the noisy room. Luwin wouldn't have interrupted if it weren't of utmost importance.
"My Lord, please, you need to read these," he huffed, handing over two small parchments.
Unfolding the first, Ned's hands trembled as he read, rage boiling over for the first time in years.
"What is it, Lord Stark?" The Greatjon's booming voice asked, knocking him out of his daze.
"The Wall is under attack. White Harbor has fallen," he told the room, the Lords quickly going into an uproar.
Wylis Manderly stood, slamming his palms against the table. "What of my family, Lord Stark?" he questioned, and Ned could only shake his head.
"There's no word of their health," Ned said, watching as the oldest son of the Lord of White Harbor sank back into his seat with his head in his hands.
"I promise you, Lord Wylis, the lords of the North will do everything in our power to fight off those who dare invade these lands," Ned declared, looking around to see most of his bannermen nodding their agreement. Now, the Ironborn Rebellion was the last thing on his mind; his ancestral lands had to come first.
As Ned tried to pull himself together to work out a plan, another door burst open, this time the main entrance, as a young guard fearfully ran in with a bow.
"M-M'lord, tis an army at the gates," he cried before nearly collapsing to the stone floors.
Could this day get any direr, Ned asked himself before standing, dreading what he was about to find.
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