Sorry for taking a long time to update! But I was taking a break from this FanFic!
Next update will be Boku No Overlord, then The Demon Empress!
(I will edit this)
Chapter 23
Galadriel read the report in her hand. She sighed, wondering why Demiurge looked so interested in the North of Westeros so suddenly. She honestly didn't know what to do exactly. Lupusregina and Yuri, reports of the strange magic beyond the wall, have brought some confusion to her. And something about Direwolf and how the Stark kids seem to be connected to them.
Galadriel exhaled, there was so much on her plate right now. Worrying about the Stark children was the last of her concern. But decided had them monitor them.
"Mm, what should I do? Could it be another ancient God? Or perhaps something else?" Galadriel thought.
The Demon Empress had an entire continent and more to take care of.
Demiurge looked willing to do anything as usual, and Albedo had this enormous smile on her angelic face. How could she not? Albedo had enjoyed her vacations with her beloved empress. And was still blushing like a schoolgirl remembering all the things they did on their small vacation break. But they needed to get back to work.
It overjoyed Galadriel that the empire was running smoothly and that there was not much for her to oversee directly. But the empire was huge. There was always something to fix or to take care of. Then there were Six Kingdoms, across the Narrow Sea. There was a lot of planning they needed to do before taking care of it.
Conquering could be the easiest way to take over. But that was something Galadriel did not want to do. Conquering was a lot of work. A lot of paperwork.
When she invaded Yi Ti, the paperwork that came from that was beyond anything she had done before. She had to change some noble families. Rebuild many things that Shalltear ended up destroying because they made fun of her chest side again. Galadriel punished her for that, of course.
But it was an example of everything that she has to do when taking a new piece of land.
The economy needed to move forward, and that's something few people wanted to talk about when conquering a new region. And just adding the among of problems that the nation had before. Yi Ti maybe had been the Golden Empire in the past. But now, before being taken by the Empire of Nazarick. It was a horrible place to live in.
The Nobility had all the power; the emperor was just a figurehead, and that's all. The economy relied on slavery, trade of influence, and shipment of goods. Almost all of it went to the pockets of the nobles. Leaving the people of Yi Ti with nothing.
The invasion was swift and lethal. Thankfully, the people were on her side, after many years of spying and subterfuges. She managed to get the people of Yi Ti to join her. And with the common folk with her, the noble who tried to oppose her, fail.
What Galadriel did not expect was how they called her the God-on-Earth. Somehow, they believed her to be the ancient god of the world who created the Great Empire of the Dawn thousands of years ago. And that she came back to take her rightful place as the only true god in the world.
Galadriel did the only thing she knew and was to smile at the people and do some neat tricks. Now Yi Ti was part of the Great Empire of Nazarick, as they called now. And although there was a new emperor, they considered her to be the True Ruler of All.
Galadriel kept a tight firm on the nobles, or what they left of them. She brought some new families loyal to her, and the puppet emperor followed her rules. So everything was fine in the end. Still, there was a lot of paperwork for Galadriel to read and to work with. So she gave some power to those regions. Like a monarch, or a committee to take out some work off her shoulders.
And since she has the Empire Senate already working, the amount of workload decreased for her. That's why she wanted to avoid another invasion of that magnitude for her part.
She wanted to bring Westeros to the empire control, in a more smooth way. The Targaryen could do all the heavy lifting for her. They could deal with nobility and bureaucracies of The Six Kingdoms. To make things easier for her in the long run.
Another part of Galadriel wanted for her oldest daughter to gather some experience about ruling and planning.
Galadriel wanted her to be more prepared. Ruling was a hard job, and Galadriel worried about her children's mental health like any mother would.
Galadriel sometimes suffered from mental exhaustion. Those days she wanted to be alone and rest, she got angry sometimes and tired. And it was not something she wanted her childrens to have.
"What do we know about what lies beyond the wall?" Galadriel asked, trying to get back to the topic on hand.
"Only what legends said, and what our spies have told us," Demiurge said.
"Not much then. But I want to know what is going on there. Get on the case, Demiurge," Galadriel said.
"I will find the truth of this, my lady," Demiurge said, bowing deeply.
Galadriel nodded and looking at the letter from her oldest daughter, she could only smile.
"Arwen is getting along with the princess of Dorne and her sibling! Good, she needs friends of her age," Galadriel thought with a smile.
"Good. Now about this information that came to us not too long ago. About the imminent conflict in the Six Kingdoms. This looks like a wonderful opportunity for the Targaryen family, the perfect storm for their restoration. Especially since the North is on their side," Galadriel said, thinking back on how she can use this opportunity for her advantage. She has no hurry, they can take all their time. As long as they deliver what was promised.
"I still don't think they are that necessary," Albedo said with a scoff.
"Perhaps. But I really don't want to destroy Westeros, the rebuilding will be too much work. Just look at Yi Ti," Galadriel said with a whining voice.
"That would be a lot of paperwork," Albedo replied if that was too much work for her beloved one. She could trust those humans.
"I believe letting the Targaryen do it for us will be a good thing. They are already at our mercy and debt. So, it will be a wise choice to let them do it for us," Demiurge said.
"I believe the same, and it worts case scenario. We can just step in. The people of Westeros are ignorant, and with our spies feeding them lies, they don't know what we can do. Demiurge that idea of yours was incredible," Galadriel said with an honest smile.
"I don't deserve such praises, my lady!" Demiurge said.
"And with the King going to Winterfell, things are moving now. So, leaving that aside, there is the Dothraki. Why are they still alive?" Galadriel said with an annoyed tone.
"My lady, I apologize for that. It was my mistake," Albedo bowed deeply, looking ashamed.
"I should have known better than let those vermin alive! I thought they are nothing to be worried about, especially after Cocytus destroyed their holy city of Vaes Dothrak!" Albedo said on her knees.
Galadriel exhaled, there was no point in getting angry at her. Honestly, she thought the same. The Dothraki were nothing to worry about, but they are getting more upfront with their hatred against the empire. Like worms trying to fight their way back to the garbage can.
"Albedo, my love, is okay. We were focusing on other things at the time. They are just barbaric riders, we can deal with them," Galadriel whispered.
"How many are there? I believe that after the destruction of Vaes Dothrak, their numbers are low, right?" Galadriel asked.
"For what we know, their numbers are above 80.000, and they follow the Great Khal, Drogo. They believe him to be the one who will bring the empire to ruin. Filthy maggots," Albedo hissed.
"A group so vast is hard to miss," Galadriel replied.
"They are keeping themselves away from the empire's biggest cities, so far at least. But soon they will try to take a city, to make a statement of sorts. I advice to destroy them," Albedo said with anger in her eyes.
"Now that I remember, there is the Jogos Nhai. They are the same, aren't they?" Galadriel asked.
"Technically they are," Demiurge answered with a smile.
"Well, we have two groups that need to be erased. Albedo, Demiurge, I want them gone. I will not tolerate such barbaric groups on my empire," Galadriel's voice brought shivers to both of them.
"We will do as you command, my lady," both Succubus and Demon said.
"Good, now unto other business."
Eowyn had an enormous smile lingering on her face. She was staring down from the city of New Valyria. She loved to watch humans from above. To the youngest of the daughters of the supreme empress, Eowyn Nazarick. Humans are nothing but insects. Small vermin and worms.
She can't understand why her mother would bother to rule over them. Why can we just enslave them? Eowyn thought.
Eowyn glared below her. She felt disgusted. Humans are so weak. I don't know why my sisters bother to have a few of them as their sex toys. Perhaps that's the only thing they are useful, still… They are so disgusting. Eowyn thought.
I want to crush their skulls. I want to hear them cry in anguish. The little girl viewed them with a dark smile.
"But Mother would be angry if I do that. And I don't want to get mother angry," Eowyn whispered.
High in the sky, the little demon princess yawned. Her little wings and her cute chubby face were angelical. Being the daughter of two powerful demons beings should be the best thing ever. But Eowyn inherited traits from both of her mothers tainted her mind and her soul in darkness. Or that's what normal people would say. But for the people of Nazarick, she was the cutest little girl ever.
"I wonder if uncle Demiurge will let me help him again," Eowyn whispered.
"Taking care of the farm is fun," she said with a sad tone.
Eowyn sighed in defeat. She flew towards the ground, landing in one of the gardens of the impressive palace of the empress. The young princess looked gloomy, and the servants notice it. But they knew that the little princess will not open herself to anyone but her mother.
Eowyn walked from one place to another. She didn't know what to do. Everyone was busy with something. Her sisters were enjoying the perks of having pets. And Eowyn did not want to be near them when they do that. So she was alone, and she hated being alone.
Eowyn strolled around the garden, lost in thought. The homunculus maids followed dutifully, but they could see the sadness in her eyes.
"Where is Nasha?" Eowyn asked the one maid next to her.
"With princess Daenerys… In her chambers," the maid responded.
"And Lu and Bathy?" Eowyn asked one more time.
"Princess Luthien is with princess Rhaenys… In her chambers, too," the maid replied with a small blush.
Eowyn kicked a small rock on the ground while whispering shitty, horny girls.
"Princess Bathory is with lady Shalltear. They are preparing themselves for an operation. That's all I know, my lady," the maid said. Eowyn sighed with annoyances. She loved her mom Shalltear, but she was kinda crazy.
Well, we are all crazy, Eowyn thought with a small smile.
So she decided to walk to the city and see what humans do in their free time. She had nothing else to do today.
"I am going to take a walk into the city," Eowyn said.
"I will call the golden guard for you, my princess," the maid said.
Eowyn didn't like to have the golden guard around her. But she knew that her mother would be angry if she left for the city alone.
"Just a few, I don't want to bring an entire army with me!" Eowyn said, with an annoyed tone.
The city of New Valyria, the metropolis of the world, was the dream of every single person wanted to see in their lifetime. And among the different names the city has, one was the most important for a young woman.
"The City of Hope," A young woman in her early twenties whispered. Looking at the giant white buildings, the beautiful pine trees, and the smell of roses. Was an experience beyond anything she has lived before.
She was a dark-haired, slender girl, not an exuberant beauty but a silent charm. Her blue eyes and her soft face made her look innocent, but she was not innocent. They stole her virtue years ago, by the orders of a lord whose son she thought loved her.
"It doesn't matter anymore," she hissed, wiping her tears away.
The only good thing that came out of that entire ordeal was the gold. She couldn't see her family with the same eyes anymore. And living in the Westerlands at the mercy of the Old Lion was not an option. So she took the gold and left Westeros.
There was nothing left for her there.
She took a boat to Sunspear, where she had to wait for another Transport that took her to Lys. The Empire of Nazarick has changed the game in the world. When she was younger, she remembered hearing crazy tales about flying maidens riding winged horses.
About a giant patrolling the roads, and magic returning to the world.
She thought it was all nonsense. Legends made out to tell children. That was what everyone in Westeros talked about. But when she arrived at Lys, the first thing she saw was a group of maidens called Valkyries passing near her on their winged horses.
It was not the only thing she saw that day. A new world opened before her, and everything changed. Her life was never the same.
Growing up as a peasant inWesteros didn't allow her to do much. She was afraid to be forced to work on something she would regret. Like being a whore. And she did not want that life for her.
So she searched for a job, for anything that could aid her survival. She asked for help, and what she discovered was that in the Empire of Nazarick. There was something call Job Application or Worker Community. She knew little of what it was, but after hearing some citizen of Lys speaking to her about it. She understood.
If you were a homeless person and wanted to find a job. You could apply there, and they will teach you a trait. You could learn anything. From blacksmith skills, to understand complex equations and administration traits.
And if you wanted to learn even more. You could apply for a special thing called Visa. From what she understands, you could travel around the empire with that thing without a problem. So deciding to take the mysterious road ahead of her, that could shape her future, she learned about numbers. And became great at it.
This opportunity offered a better life; that she thought possible. It expanded her mind like nothing before. She was no longer the scared little girl off before. She was smart, strong, and confident. The scars were still there, but they do no longer dictate her life.
She worked in a whorehouse at first, ironically. To keep the finances and the payment of the employees. The empire even changed something like that. The whores working there had rights. Like something called health insurance, right of voice, and more.
They even studied and tried to change their lifestyle. So, it was not unusual to see girls come and go once in a while. The ones that worked there for long periods only do so because they enjoyed sex or because they only know that kind of lifestyle sadly.
Still, the oldest workers were happy that their children could have a better life, a better future. That was something respectable for the Westerosi girl.
There was always a job for someone with good administration skills. And after saving some money, she decided to learn more. And when she finally received the approval of her Visa. She took a ship to the empire capital.
Now she was standing in a surreal place. Something out of a dream. Everything that glitters was gold, and she honestly thought she was in heaven.
She took her time walking through the streets of the city; the building rising all the way up. The wide streets, there were fountains with drinkable water. Pink trees she has never seen in her life. She could cry just standing there.
The people were unique here, and she notices it. The Asgardian people were not normal. They do not associate themselves with the rest of the people from the rest of the world for what she understands.
They were a group of people with exuberant beauty. Like they were handmade by the gods. They were cordial, helpful, and polite to everyone. But they saw everyone else as lesser, and it was clear to some people.
The girl arrived at one of the enormous squares in the city. The place was massive. She notices a colossal statue in the middle of it. And it was incredible.
"The Supreme One," the girl said with awe in her voice.
The statue was twenty meters tall and showed the figure of Galadriel Melkor, The Supreme One, The Empress of The Great Empire of Nazarick in all her glory. Holding a staff and sword, showing her long wings. It looked glorious.
"Incredible, this is the might of the empire…" She said.
"She is amazing, right? I still believe the statue does not show her magnificent," the voice of a small girl made the Westerosi girl turn around.
Before her, the most beautiful little girl she has ever seen was standing there with an angelic smile. She looked so pure and innocent. She has never seen anything like that before.
Then she gasped when she saw the guards of the small girl.
"Did you like the statue of my mother?" The little girl said with a wicked smile.
"Your grace!" The Westerosi girl fell to her knees. She was about to faint because, in front of her, the daughter of the Supreme One, a princess was looking at her.
"Don't call me like that, my mother is the empress, not me. My name is Eowyn Nazarick, a royal princess of the empire. You are from Westeros, aren't you? What is your name?" Eowyn asked with a strange wicked smile on her face.
"I-I am… Yes, I am from Westeros, my name is Tysha," she responded still on her knees.
"Mm… I see now," Eowyn said while looking at Tysha for a few seconds.
Tysha was afraid to move since she could feel the eyes of not only the princess but the Golden Guard on her. If she dares to move one finger, they could end her. Then she heard some mumbles coming from the princess. Like she was discussing with herself.
"I guess… I should have a pet too, someone to play with," Eowyn whispered, and Tysha was not sure what she was talking about.
"I was getting bored lately, and I need someone to play with. So, Tysha.… Would you like to be my new friend?" Eowyn said with a combination of an honest smile, and wicked eyes. And there as only one thing, Tysha could respond with.
"Uh?"