Lux lay back in the gardens as his favorite dark elf, Ash, served succulent grapes by mouth, each bite made better by the lovely taste of his servant's lips and the wonderful view down her loose top only adding to the experience. On the side, his favorite light elf created a cool breeze as she fanned him with a comically large palm frond. She wore a cute pout because she knew her task was merely for his amusement.
Excited giggles drew him from his leisure as his four daughters ran out of the castle, chasing Noire and Aurora into the yard. Lux smiled, seeing the twins, Cassiopeia and Aqua, along with Val's only daughter, Astrid, finally able to keep up with their older sister.
As much of a little shit as Delphi could be, Lux knew his firstborn loved all her sisters and would likely grow up to be the overprotective one of his growing brood.
Lux stretched in place, letting out a satisfied breath. Damn, his life was fantastic. Not only could he indulge his desires to his heart's content, but his gathered essence was constantly increasing as those loyal to him influenced the world, his faith steadily grew, and his individual growth had never ceased.
By now, he'd gotten a decent grasp on how his Essence of Creation judged his feats and rewarded essence, his most recent influx received after acquiring the former queen, Rhaella, as a mistress. In this world, magic truly ran in the blood of kings—more specifically, Rhaella had a higher-level soul than most. She wasn't just any woman he had conquered. And, considering he hadn't taken the easy route with her as he had with Bella, his gains were significantly greater.
Still, that was nothing compared to the essence his gorgeous Saintess had brought in with her little crusade in Slaver's Bay. He'd have to remember to reward the jade beauty for that later.
Perhaps he'd even stop being so lazy and start his own campaign sooner or later. After all, achievements made with his own hands would only further increase his rewards. It was tempting—so tempting, in fact, that it already had him contemplating his next victim.
Not only would more war and conflict increase his essence, but his religion would inevitably grow as his devoted followers forcefully converted any of the surviving smallfolk.
And while gathering faith was his least efficient path to power—something he'd learned fairly early as his religion began—it still had its uses, primarily for keeping his followers in line without much conscious effort on his part.
Rather than being upset that faith wasn't of much use to him personally, Lux was more than happy with the arrangement. He wasn't one of those insignificant gods who were nothing without their followers. His path on the road of divinity was on a completely different level. Anyone trying to weaken him by targeting his religion might as well have been twiddling their thumbs.
No, his religion didn't matter much for his strength in the long run. Instead, his divinity grew as he wove his feats into the very fabric of reality, and nothing could negate that.
Lux realized that this was uncannily similar to how his Essence of Creation worked, and while he could think about it all day, he was nowhere near the level of drawing any concrete conclusions. Luckily, none of that mattered much for now. He could carry on with his steady growth without worry.
Knocking him out of his contemplation, Ash leaned down again to feed him another piece of fruit. This time, however, Lux couldn't stop himself from slipping his tongue into the little elf's sweet mouth while reaching out to grope her tiny booty, his large hand palming one of her dusky cheeks.
Hearing Leaf on the side grumbling about being left out, Lux chuckled, giving the ass in his hand a final squeeze before pulling away, the slutty dark elf whining as her lewd time was interrupted.
"We'll continue this later," Lux promised, leaving Ash dissatisfied while Leaf continued her pouting. "Now stop acting like brats and have someone bring Jon Snow to the Weirwood," he told them, rolling his eyes as he stood.
Apparating into an especially dank cell, Lux decided to work out whatever minor stress he had accumulated while waiting for Jon to arrive.
"Wakey, wakey," he called out, a small figure in the corner trembling from his words.
"P-Please, your Eminence, I've been a good boy, I-I swear," it pleaded, hiding its face as best it could in the coarse vegetable sack it wore as its only clothing.
Holding out a Lumos Charm, Lux let out a sinister snicker as he watched young Ramsey Snow shrink away from the glaring light.
While his undead general, Cain, helped Val take down the Wall, Abel had been sent to destroy the Dreadfort—but not before capturing its Bastard.
"It's your lucky day, bastard. Unfortunately, I don't have time for our usual routine," Lux told the boy, who let out the breath he'd been holding as his terrified shivers dramatically calmed.
"T-Thank you, Your Eminence. Your compassion knows no bounds," Ramsey extolled, and Lux hummed in agreement.
"Yes, so I've been told. Now stand up and look at me, bastard," he commanded, his prisoner not daring to disobey as young Ramsey fearfully got to his feet.
Damn, he had a punchable face, Lux couldn't help but think every time he laid eyes on the kid's ugly mug. So, of course, he did the only rational thing: he backhanded the little cunt across the dungeon, sending his small body into a heap of broken bones, not long for this world.
But Lux couldn't have his stress ball giving out on him so early, he decided, sending a wave of necrotic energies that slowly—but more importantly, painfully—stitched together flesh and snapped bones back in place, the bastard's mouth silently hanging loose, his agonized wails unable to make it past his lips.
Ah, that felt good, Lux thought with a smile. Turning to leave, he paused and then turned back to give the little cunt a good old-fashioned kick to the gonads before Apparating away.
Reappearing next to the largest Weirwood on Skagos, his wait for Jon was a pleasant one, his spirits high after tormenting his prisoner.
"Ah, Jon, we meet at last. I hope you've been enjoying your stay in my humble home," Lux smiled at the glaring boy being led by two of his little butler elves.
And, of course, the brat only gave Lux the silent treatment.
"Come now, I'm sure your time here has been far from uncomfortable. No need to act so dour."
"You killed my father," Jon replied petulantly.
Why did children have to be so difficult? Lux lamented. He really didn't like dealing with children who weren't his own and figured this would be annoying. If Jon weren't a protagonist, Lux would have left the kid to fend for himself on the streets. Luckily for the little bastard, he had an interest in the innate plot armor that came with being favored by a world's will.
"Not quite, boy. You see, Ned Stark wasn't your father," Lux corrected, as the kid's face scrunched, full of indignation.
"You're lying!" the prepubescent voice cried, making Lux shrug.
"Maybe, but why don't you let your ancestors tell you the truth," Lux said, nodding towards the Weirwood. "Place your hand on its face."
Jon didn't move, still glaring, until Lux gave him a look that had the kid hesitantly placing a palm on the ashen bark.
Again, Lux had to wait in silence until Jon staggered away from the tree after viewing the visions of his mother's dalliance with the creepy Targaryen prince.
Tears ran down Jon's face, and Lux decided to give the boy a moment.
"As you saw, your uncle allowed you to be treated as nothing more than a lowly bastard when you should have been raised as a prince of the realm," Lux told him as Jon sniffled up his falling snot. God, children are gross.
"He was still my uncle," Jon sobbed, making Lux roll his eyes. "Why did you show this to me?" he asked.
"Sharing blood doesn't mean you should forgive a person's sins, boy. Serve me, and you'll never be treated as a bastard again," Lux offered, and Jon stewed in silence yet again.
Well, the kid was young. Lux really shouldn't have expected him to be much of a conversationalist to begin with.
So, deciding to get this talk over with, Lux once again reached into the planet's magical veins, finding the correct soul and binding it to the nearby forest while sending it enough information to know what was going on.
Shortly after being summoned, the ghost of Lyanna Stark rushed towards her crying son. Of course, Jon began skedaddling away at the sight of a spooky spirit darting towards him.
Lux held up a hand, lifting the boy off the ground before turning him around and forcing him to get a better look at the figure chasing him.
"Mother?" Jon questioned, as Lyanna's ethereal hand rested on his cheek.
Damn, why were the mothers of this world so fine? Lux wondered, eyeing the Northern beauty's spectral form up and down.
Lux cleared his throat, breaking their heartwarming reunion. "I'll give you time to make your decision, boy. Until then, your mother will be bound to this area. Feel free to visit as much as you'd like," he told the emotional child before giving them their privacy, vanishing to hunt down a pair of naughty little elves.
A New God's Conquest
Changing out of the loose robes she normally preferred wearing around the castle, Bella looked at herself in the mirror with a smile, now dressed in tight black leather travel trousers and a matching jerkin.
With her list of targets already memorized, Bella grabbed the many Portkeys her master had prepared for her mission. She took the first one in hand and spoke the activation phrase aloud, instantly vanishing to her first destination.
Bella wrinkled her nose at the dreary atmosphere, filled with the smell of salt and rot. After entering the castle, which was somehow even more wretched, she wondered how anyone could live in a place like this.
Honestly, her target should be thanking her for taking them away from this shithole, Bella thought. But she wouldn't be hearing any gratitude for the moment as she loomed over the sleeping teenage girl, a face full of pimples.
Bella would have to do something about the girl's appearance. Whether or not the Greyjoy girl would ever have the honor of pleasing her master, something so unsightly shouldn't be allowed in his divine presence.
Still, she needed to keep moving and would have to deal with such things later. Instead, Bella quickly slapped a Portkey on the girl's back, sending her to an inescapable chamber where the servant elves would handle looking after another one of her Master's hostages, not forgetting to leave one of the messages she'd been given at the scene of the crime.
Bella thought the Iron Islands had been rough during her short time there, but when she caught a whiff of the capital's air—the rank smell of shit hitting her like a bludger to the face—she wanted nothing more than to burn the filthy city off the face of the planet. Alas, she had her Master's will to carry out and dared not linger.
"I didn't request a servant!" a bitchy voice called out as Bella entered her second target's chambers.
With no desire to speak to the woman she could already tell would be a complete cunt, Bella silently beamed the pregnant blonde in the back of the head with another Portkey, completing her task in the vile city flawlessly, carelessly leaving a rolled-up parchment behind in the empty room.
Ah, now this is much better, Bella smiled, standing in the heart of the Reach as the sun shone bright and the birds merrily chirped, all while a gentle breeze carried the refreshing scent of budding flowers. Bella honestly couldn't understand why everyone yearned for that wretched Iron Throne when dealing with the constant smell of backed-up sewage came along with it.
Apparating through the castle's many gardens, she finally found her third target of the day frolicking through the flowers without a care. And after confounding the nearby servants, the adorable brunette was squeaking in fright as Bella grabbed the little girl from behind.
"Shh, be a good girl now and come with Aunty Bella," she teased, sending the future beauty off into her Master's clutches before placing a calling card on the nearby tea table and departing for her final target after stealing a tasty-looking treat from a plate as she went.
Bella silently licked her lips as she merged with the shadows, intently observing the chamber's only mattress, where two young, supple bodies intertwined above silken sheets.
"Princess, shall I invite Andrey to your chamber tomorrow as planned?" the pretty teen with golden hair asked, and Bella couldn't help but listen in on the heated pillow talk.
"Yes, I can't wait. Let's pray he can handle the both of us," Bella's target of these sweltering lands answered with a giggle before making the blonde let out a moan as she took one of the girl's bare nipples between her seductive lips.
Now, the olive-skinned teen was her only purpose for coming here, but after peeking into the girl's mind to uncover the identity of her lovely companion, Bella was sure her Master wouldn't mind an extra princess tagging along.
And after checking the time, Bella was pleased to find herself well ahead of schedule. Of course, she used this extra time to let the lovely scene in front of her play out to its conclusion, the princesses finally falling asleep in each other's arms after a passionate evening.
Feeling her own need for release, Bella quickly napped the gorgeous girls, leaving her final message on top of the arousal-coated sheets before rushing off to beg her Master to fulfill her desires.
A New God's Conquest
"Tell me, Squid King, why shouldn't I cave in your skull for this treason and breaking your oath to the throne?" Robert demanded, clearly in no mood for courtly games.
"I swore no oath to a Baratheon king," Balon replied, making Robert frown. It was true, but even for a man indifferent to politics, Robert knew the excuse was flimsy at best.
"Your Grace, giving Balon a chance to swear fealty to your name may be for the best," Jon suggested before he could do anything rash.
And just before he could argue on the matter, the doors burst open, interrupting the discussions as a page hastily ran over.
"Your Grace… Your Grace… Urgent news from Lannisport," the boy cried as he quickly bowed on the side.
"Come, hand it over," he gruffly gestured for the lad to approach.
Robert unfurled the parchment and after reading the few words within, his hands trembled with rage.
His wife and unborn child were abducted beneath everyone's nose. And from the message they'd left behind, the same bastard who killed his brother-in-arms was the person responsible.
"What is it, Your Grace?" Jon asked, but the question hadn't even registered in Robert's mind, the letter he'd been holding falling to the ground as he eyed the kneeling Greyjoy.
Unfortunately for the lord of Pyke, there was only one person in the room whom he could unleash his fury upon. And before any could react to stop him, his great hammer was already buried into the stone floor, the Squid's head crushed to a pulp beneath.
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