Age Of Terror Reign Of The Night

by ImageViewer

Our time has come. For Generations I prepared and grew Stronger, while your species grew fat and slow in your Dotage. You had forgotten of the horrors of the Long night, forgotten it's children as you basked in the light and protection of the sun. But no more for the era of the sun will cease to be for the eternal night shall reign over this world and it's children shall rule.Harem

11. Chapter 11

Age of Terror Reign of the Night Ch 11

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Age Of Terror Reign Of The Night Ch 11

The Hand's Move and A Royal Summons.

Today seemed like any ordinary day in Drakenhoff with thick clouds covering the land below as the populous of this great city went about their days with smiles on their faces and no fears of that the dark had to hold thanks to their ruling lord seeing to the end of their woes.

However….today the great city of Drakenhof saw itself hosting to men from the royal capital who studied and investigated the grounds of which was reported to have housed the mutated vermin that was the source of this city's troubles they were sent to investigate.

Much of the expeditions from the royal capital were comprised mostly of Measters from the Citadel, who wished to get their hands on the dead specimens the lord of the city disposed of, with many hoping to pry some of the secrets of this fortress city holds.

The pilfered tomb of which the nest of vermin was rumoured to lay was explored however much of the tunnels leading deep into the underground cavern was collapsed with no hopes of descending further down in fear of collapsing the fragile system around them.

High above, in the arising castle that over looked the city.

Victor himself leaned out from the edge of his balcony, looking down the people below that scattered around like ants beneath his view.

In his hands and clutched tightly in his grip was the letter opened from its wax sealing, the imprint of the Hand was broken in half and within the contents contained commands issued from the Royal court of Kingslanding.

Behind him and resting comfortably in her long lounge chair, with a glass chalice of blood filled half way was ever his faithful companion Ellyn who looked towards the back of her lord and master.

Her face looking at him with expectations as she heard the contents of the demands issued from the Lord Hand Jon Arryn.

"We are to go to Kingslanding…" she mused over the words victor had read out from the letter, swivelling her chalice full of blood as she looked to Victor and waited to hear what he intended to do.

Victor did not turn to address the woman standing behind him as he continued to look down and beyond the perspective of his balcony on the city below. His red eye's following after certain individuals they picked up amidst the crowd and parts of the city the natural human eye would not see from yards away. The obvious sight of men in robes and chains, and of course the un-uniformed spies that accompanied them and now filtered through his streets like the vermin they were.

"We have been summoned. But the reasons why is not stated; only that it is demanded." They had been ordered to report to the royal capital or face charges of treason. The way it was addressed to them was written as though they had to answer for a crime they had yet to know about.

"And what of bothersome inquisitors in the city below us? What is to be done about them while we are away? We can't just let them explore our home as they like." Ellyn pointed out the obvious presence of the irksome robed men freely moving about their city and prying about what secrets they could get their grubby hands on.

She was no stranger to requests made from the citadel to them of offering a measter to serve them like so many houses, but all were rejected. It was not a crime to not have a measter nor a law, some houses do in fact not possess one as they see no need for such men to administer the affair of their household.

Tywin Lannister for example dismissed his father's measter after he returned and took over the affairs of his houses from finance and trade to diplomacy, beginning the return of his family's glory and power.

The majority save for Dorne possess measter's to handle affairs the ruling lords cannot attend to due to inexperience, lack of abilities or the time to deal the tedious and otherwise trying duties that keeps their house afloat.

But these men were here for more than surveying and confirming the eradication of the so called vermin Victor had destroyed. They were the eyes and ears of the Hand's desires to find incriminating evidence against them, and other eyes and ears to steal the technology they can acquire for the other houses aiming to advance their own house.

"They're mission is to investigate that the matter of infestation is resolved. Nothing else. They're eyes are directed towards the hollow grounds and the city. The men have been told that is all they are to see and look at, if any of them attempt to look any further beyond their given grounds or enter into our castle without our providence, is to be met with hostility." They did not have to worry about the investigating men going where they are not wanted, with the prospect of death present with or without their presence.

But while that was a great relief they still have other things to worry about "Still…this is worrisome. Rumours coming from the capital speaks of the Lord Hand's descent into madness after the tourney." They had not been blind nor deaf to the present news circulating throughout the kingdom form the capital. While baseless as this rumour was, it was still news to all of the kingdoms connect on the affairs happening at the crown city of the united island of Westeros. "He calls us Monster's and demons in human skin…. It would appear that we left quite the impression after the tourney." Victor cursed themselves for allowing their identities and abilities to be exposed to this extent.

The ghouls currently relocated further down into his underground base were a blessing…and a curse. Though the ghouls have proven to be great excavators and grave robbers with their new skills, they also provide a great work service then the undead legions. However this is contradictory to the downsides of having them as they rutted and bred like rabbits, and needed a steady food supply which wasn't hard considering their choice on raw or rotted flesh.

They could never have been made had he and Ellyn not been more discreet and sure of their actions that led to them being watched and worshiped like gods to these now degenerate creatures.

The situation could've gone for worse as they could have easily been exposed to the whole continent if not for the human nature of greed and ambition that drove the once proud mortals into primal abominations.

"It seems that we've managed to expose our nature partially to one man…but no matter. The delusional rantings of a mad man is never heard." Victor was hardly fazed by this, as what little could one man do to them in this position "Still. This is one of many example's as of late as to what happens when other's learn of us. We must be cautious in our endeavours from now on."

"He must be disposed of then." It was the simple and logical outcome. Silence the voice against them before it riles up the entire kingdom.

But victor had other ideas then simply removing the threat to them "In due time. This may be a blessing in disguise on our parts, all we have to do is continue to incite this madness and all shall see the deranged ramblings of an old man." They would turn the only weapon their enemy had against them on himself.

Ellyn began to picture and see the cogs of this idea"…and we continue on with our plans with none the wiser, and all overlooking what we do." A vampirish smirk play on her lips as she imagined the entertaining image of Jon Arryn trying not to look like an insane as he spouts about them being demons before the entire kingdom.

It was a delicious thought that all the more made the blood in her chalice sweeter as she took a sip of it and delighted in the excitement of remaining anonymous and invisible to everyone around them.

"Indeed. And…" Victor shared in her smile as he turned to look at her. His red eye's meeting hers with a flash that she became accustomed to when he suddenly had an ingenious idea "I thinks it's time we made some connections of our own."

-Meanwhile in Kingslanding-

Within the red keep.

A thunderstorm was brewing and ready to explode- "WHAT!?" roared out the cry of Robert Baratheon whose voice boomed through the castle like thunder.

Servants, courtiers and knights winced at the bellowing roars of their king who sounded none too pleased with what he heard "JJJJOOOON!" he shouted as loud and as hard as his voice could produce. Calling the name of the man who had earned his Baratheon rage, almost any person who had heard that felt sorry for poor soul as all knew what happens to those who anger a king.

And a Baratheon king at. When it comes to tempers, theirs were second only to the Targaryen's.

In the room that contained his fury, he stood with four other people who bared witness to the fire seeping through his face and turning it red.

Sitting in a corner with a cup of wine swirling in her grip was his oh so Beloved queen Cersei.

The beautiful blonde Lannister queen held a face of mild amusement at her husband's explosive temper that reared at the one man who up until now held immunity from Robert's wraith. She had been witnessed to the news presented by the *LOYAL* council member that the Von Carstiens were summoned to court without her king's knowledge or approval on the matter as well as sending a delegation of measter's to investigate the claims that problems inflicting on Drakenhoff is resolved completely.

Cersei would not say that she was feeling great because that would admit to her liking the news despite everyone knowing that she didn't like the current hand.

While she had no qualms with the current lord hand, she viewed him as incompetent and ill fit for his position which didn't help with his seemingly obsessive hatred towards the new lords of Harrenhall or as it has been so appropriately named Drakenhoff.

No, Cersei did not want people to know, especially her brother, king and council members of her recent infatuation with the Hero of the war.

Many would assume her actions towards the Lord Victor to be attempts on her part to acquire a powerful lord under her and her family.

But that was not the case.

She was glad for once to be in the presence of her husband when news was delivered about Lord Victor…and his wife being summoned to court to answer for claims not yet told by the hand.

She needed to prepare. But this time she needed to make sure that no obstacle stood in her path.

Moving on from her, two other people stood in the room garbed in the grandest of armour of the royal kings guard.

Brother to the queen and infamously named Kingslayer Ser Jamie Lannister.

And veteran of a hundred battles and sole commander of the Kingsguard Ser Barrestien Selmy the Bold.

The former was rubbing his ears after the loud and ear popping assault they endured from Robert's thunderous roar.

The latter having more self-control but otherwise wincing in pain as he stood firm at his post.

The forth man who bared the brunt of the Baratheon Storm as he delivered the ill-begotten news, he stood his post, not showing the least amount of fear as that anger and furry was not for him.

Lord Baelish held a straight face as he looked at the reddening face of the king whose blood boiled at learning the otherwise treasonous actions his loyal Hand did against his orders.

"It is as I said your grace. Lord Arryn called a meeting about the recent events surrounding the rumours plaguing Drakenhoff, and against your orders and in his…. mad delirium sent a delegation to investigate the claims and a summoning to court for the new house."

"All this just for some mild infestation?" Cersei couldn't help but add her own voice into this as she bore a smile like the lioness that had caught the antelope "It would seem that your Hand has lost his senses-"

"QUIET WOMAN!" Robert roared out as he rounded on her with his finger pointing right at her attached to a mad shaking fist. But Cersei was unfazed as she continued to smile at the outburst from her husband before Robert once more rounded on Petyr "WHY IN THE SEVEN HELLS DID NONE OF YOU STOP HIM!?"

Petyr Baelish just stood there; unafraid of the raging storm that was the Baratheon king "The Lord Hand would not allow us to leave until the matter was complete in his favour." He was inwardly smiling on the inside as he delivered this news "You must understand your grace. Out of everyone here, You. Your queen. And the hand have sovereign rule over us, any reforms or discussions made by the council can be other turned by the senior member there." It was a known fact, that the only one could have had the authority and commands that could not be challenged or changed was the king himself. And Jon in his infinite wisdom had gone against the established commands of Robert in the last meet about the Von Carstiens. "Of course…we also feared for our lives if we disagreed with him. It would not be the first time The hand of the King killed another on "Suspicions" or "treason."

In other words…their hands were tied; they could not go against the Hand even if they wanted to.

Robert could only swear under his breath as he once more developed a headache from the shouting and anger he held for the one man he never thought he hold all of this ire to "Seven Hells Jon! What am I to do with you!?"

Quickly he snapped his hand behind him and pointed to his wife before she even had a chance to let out whatever snarky remark she had in her "Keep those words in your mouth where they belong! I will have no more talk about your bloody father or any Lannister Kin in the City then there already are." Cersei kept her lips shut tight in a *I told you so* smirk that Robert knew to be painted on her face.

Sighing, Robert took a deep breath and calmed down enough to try and think rationally "…Where is he?" he wondered on where the man who was the cause of this turmoil was…he could give him a piece of his mind!

At this, lord Baelish could not stop the smile that broke on his moustached lips "Last I heard, he was at the sept of Bealor. My little spies there told me he was requesting objects to be purified by the High Septon there." Jon wasn't helping his image with this radical news about him.

"Oh Jon….you and these bloody fantasies."

-Meanwhile. Deep within the bowls of Drakenhoff secret subterranean lair-

A resounding banging of metal echoed throughout the cavernous tunnels in the underground keep beneath the city.

A red ember glow came from one of the many chambers that Housed Victor's tools, Tomes, experiments and creations in his endeavours to raise the army to conquer the known world.

The large silhouetted of his shadow consumed a portion of the wall but flashed away as he banged the hammers upon the anvil. Distorting and wiping away the shadows for just a second as sparks exploded in all directions.

Inside he could be found shirtless.

His bare muscles unhindered by the heat and the sparking embers landing upon his skin as he pounded his smithing hammer of arcane design onto the smouldering sword shaped burning metal upon the anvil that bared the brunt of his strong swings.

Victor had been at work working on this project for his plans, never stopping or taking breaks in his efforts to make the perfect Valyrian sword for his travels to Kingslanding in a few days from now.

Watching from the shadows as her red keen eyes took into detail not his muscles that she came accustomed to now. But of the secrets of the steel he was moulding and shaping for the one man she did not want this to be given to.

Since victor had started forging the lost and ancient art of Valyrian Steel, Ellyn had been watching from the shadows. Victor did not seem to mind…or really care of her watching him create and forge what men have paid the ransoming of 10 kingdoms worth of dragons to obtain even a single well-crafted sword.

Ellyn was no smith so she was lost in materials thrown into the forge to really identify them but…her practicing of magic has begun to instil in her a natural skill of deciphering the sect of language Victor chanted as he moulded the powers within him to forge the blade to its sharpest edge.

Though she was far from understanding the complex words that escaped his tongue, she none the less ate it up for later use once she learns what those spells were and sets herself to replicating the same results once she discovers the secrets of steel.

-A week later. The Von Carstien envoy.-

The sun bared down its rays upon the walls buildings of the royal capital. Though what should've been a grand pinnacle that should've been the crown jewel of all cities in the seven kingdoms was in fact a city of shit and blood that's rotten Oder wafted off of its streets, waters and roads from 30 miles from it.

This was sight and smell Victor and his small entourage of men, he rode on an armoured steed, flanked by his new knight as they led in front with dark carriage following behind with its curtains draw down and shielding his sun weakened companion from the deadly rays she had yet to be resistant to.

Behind that a small company of men picked from the main force that stayed behind to ensure that no harm came to them as they travelled down the Kings road.

The populous of the city saw the oncoming company…but paid little to no mind even as the banners of House Carstien flowed magnificently in the air…they were otherwise left alone.

Few children and maybe some people stopped to watch the heroes of the Greyjoy rebellion enter on their way to the Red Keep that stood above them all as the centrepiece of the kingdom…but other than that they were far from being given the warm reception and hospitality that they deserved.

It wasn't until the main gates of the red keep…that the von Carstiens received a royal greetings…in its own form of a hundred armed soldiers waiting for them with swords bared and spears aimed at their throats upon entering the court yard of the royal castle.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Creighton cried out in outrage of this act that was second only to the mad king arresting Lord Eddard's Starks brother. They had committed no crimes and yet these soldiers treat them upon sight as criminals.

Naturally his hand went to the pummel of his sword but was halted before he could pull it out by Victor's arm pushing the weapon back into its sheath "Hold!" He ordered, his steely glare never leaving the armed soldiers that surrounded them at everything angel and pointing their weapons right at them.

His own soldiers looking weary at the hostility they were greeted with from men of the city watch and the royal Baratheon soldiers before them.

Several of them went into the carriage and began to unload all of its contents and leave with all that he had brought.

This was no normal reception one should receive when invited to the capital, the treatment they bared were reserved for those order to answer for their crimes "What form of crime have we committed to warrant this hostility!?" Victor inquired as to the reason they were about to be detained.

But they received no answer as the commanded soldiers pressed their weapons closer with a few coming up and about to yank them from their horse's when a cry went out "STOP!" cried a royal servant as he ran into the yard, face red and panting as he waved a small parchment in the air as he ran towards the them. Upon reaching them he handed the piece of paper to one of the soldiers before yelling out its contents that leader of the armed group was already reading "His Royal Highness King Robert! Commands that no harm be done to the Von Carstiens, and that you are disregard the previous instructions of the Hand!" the royal messenger repeated the order's loud and clear for all of the attending and guesting envoy to hear that the King had no part in this criminal welcome they received on behalf of the hand.

None of the men commanded could go against the Kings Order's. To do so is treason despite what allegiances they may have towards someone else. With a nod from the leading commander of the royal forces, the armed royal host sheathed their swords and pulled back their spears, walking away as if it all never happened.

Now alone with what few men that guarded the front entrance and the messenger, Victor and company dismounted their horses. Victor walked towards the carriage where Ellyn waited comfortably inside; he reached the side and opened it with what little the light could reach from that dark angle.

His hand extended inside and open for his companion to take.

A slim white gloved hand reached out and took his offered palm that gently guided her out, in her other hand held a long cloth wrapped object that didn't seem unique till she reached the clean ground of the courtyard.

The shadow of the carriage protecting her body from the deadly rays of the sun, Victor stepped back a bit as Ellyn held out her odd object, her hand reaching under the cover of the cloth and working what mechanism that was hidden underneath it stretched out and up into body wide shield of decorative designs.

Thorn and black rose patterns upon the expanded red shield of thick silk attacked to the black polished long body that curved into a hook at the end. Ellyn twirled her Parasol as Victor dubbed the tool he promised to shield her in place of Litter she had come to depend on in moving in the day.

She brought it close to her body, with the long black polished body that she held against her shoulder in the direction of the sun. Victor held out his arm and Ellyn hook her free hand into it as they then turned to the young boy who bared the kings' message.

"His grace sends his deepest apologies my lord. He had only recently learned the hand's intent and by no means is involved in this." The messenger relayed that their lord and sovereign was not at fault here, that the men baring his flags and coat of arms were not attacking them by his order's but by the orders of his trusted second.

From the corner of their eyes, Ellyn and victor's met. A quick and silent conversation that confirmed the rumours as they were before Victor snapped his eye's back onto the Boy and spoke in softer tone "….We do not hold his majesty involved in these proceedings. But we will be demanding answers for this!"

"Of course. If you'll follow me to the throne room my lord. His grace, the queen and the lord Hand eagerly await you." the messenger urged them to follow as he began to walk in.

Ellyn gripped her parasol tightly as she was forced to take that big leap into the sun. The glaring light upon her form was like the bit of a thousand ants crawling all over her skin as the sunlight burned on her clothes and the parasol that thankfully covered her skin underneath it all.

She thanked victor's genus and a thousand years of experience to know about the fact that she can walk around in the daylight so long as her skin was not in the direct presence of the sun.

However while Ellyn was imagining the possibilities of this new fact, Victor was looking up at the large red body of the castle they entered. The bright red bricks that made up the castle were a sight to behold, and for an immortal being who had been there when the last brick was laid into stone…he had been untold eons since he had seen it last "it has been many years…" A thousand moons had passed since he had set foot in the castle. Many years since…that fateful day that changed the course of the kingdom as people knew it.

His ancient mind could not help but reminisce at the last time he had been here.

-Flashback 200 years ago. The reckoning of King Maegor-

The day of Judgement fell upon the capital of Kingslanding.

The city and the castle sitting over it was deserted of people and defenders.

A low darkness fell upon the capital as night slowly washed over the sky.

In the distance, a sight blazing light could be seen as though the sun had graced the land with presence.

The echoing drums of war could be heard for miles as the stomping feet of ten thousand men marching towards the city that was only populated by one occupant.

Inside and alone in his throne. King Maegor the Cruel as he came to be known was now the most hated man in all of the kingdoms.

Each and every one of the kingdoms his father had conquered had turned against him.

His servants had deserted him.

The loyal Kingsguard his mother had created had left him for his nephew who now led the army of rebellious lords against the mad Tyrant.

Maegor could not help but think to how this had all gone astray.

How he had lost control of his kingdom after taking what was rightfully his birth right from his weak will brother and offspring.

He was the son of the Conqueror!

He Is A DRAGON!

And now…he was alone….

His black brides and wives all dead or left him in the midst of the panic.

His offspring stunted and abominable at the hands of his mistress of whispers who poisoned his children within the womb.

He had no one left he could turn to.

His mother dead.

His children born weak and dead

His wives decorating the spikes of his holdfast.

His loyal vessels turned traitors or deserters.

He was alone.

But little did he know is in that room….he was not alone.

"The Great Dragon King….Your judgement has come." Maegor jump at those dark words that pierced into his very soul. His hands flying to the sword he had acquired after the one his sword BlackFyre was stolen by his black Bride Rhaena, the average steel sword was pointed outwards and aimed at every shadow before him.

"Who are you!? Show yourself at once!" Maegor commanded, still holding onto what sliver of power and authority he thought he possessed.

Something that amused the formless voice that chuckled as he stood with his sword posed to attack as he stepped down from his throne, eager to slay who cur dares to enter his presence without his command. "Even now when you are the king of nothing, do you try to exert a command that is not yours to give!" each word this mysterious being spoke sent such piercing stabs of terror into the fearless kings soul. The dark shadows around the throne room twisted and extended, like a many arms reaching towards him and he stepped back "That has never been yours to possess nor yours to take!"

Maegor slashed and swiped at the dark shadows that encroached on him from all corners of the hall before him, Maegor retreated back, fending back the dark hands grasping towards him "Who are you!? What do you want!?" he cried out to formless being.

Wanting to know why he was being harassed by a demon…or a god.

The hands suddenly stopped, and the twisted shadow creatures froze in their pace "…What do I want?...I WANT VENGENCE!" the voice roared out with a bellowing cry to scare even the dragons themselves, the force of this demonic roar shook the entirety of the red keep and Maegor was forced to cover his ears from the painful ear piercing sounds that continued to echo even after the entity had calmed.

The shadows receded back to normal as the entity now spoke a normally once more, but Maegor could hear the utter hatred and contempt in it voice"…You have committed Great crimes upon many. Your actions have led up to this moment Your Majesty!" the voice spoke of his tyrannical rule and actions that has made him a pariah of his own kingdom and given rise to discord of his rule.

From out of the shadows he walked out. White hair flowing like the winter wind, skin as pale as the moon itself, eye's burning like molten steel that bore nothing but hellish hate for the king before him "And I am the one who orchestrated your downfall…for your crimes upon my family!"

Maegor stared at the man…he would easily be mistaken for a Targaryen. But in that moment as Victor confessed his transgression against Maegor, The kings infamous Dragon temper now resurfaced as he found the culprit to his woes "YOU!?" he cried out, brandishing his sword with his eye's narrowed in deep heated glare.

He charged at the seemingly defenceless Victor. Aiming to run him through his heart, he got within stabbing distance with his long sword and just as his sharp end was about to make contact….he suddenly stopped.

Maegor eye's widened as his body didn't just refuse to move…but that it wasn't on the ground. Slowly he floated up, suspended in the air a few feet from the ground by the man before him whose red eye's burned with blazing energy and the wind blew like a violent storm around the vampire lord as he held the king at his mercy.

"Pathetic!" Victor spat before thrusting his hand out, and Maegor was sent flying back to the steps of the throne he converted, the wind knocked out of him and his sword thrown aside from the impact. "I would say that I expected more from a king…but you never were really one."

Maegor coughed and sputtered, wheezing in the pain he felt to his spine while now looking at victor with fear that now gripped him for the first time his life "Why!? Why do this to me? What have I done to you!?" he begged to know why this demon before him has attacked him so.

Victor stepped forward, his cold hard stare meeting the Kings own terror filled gaze upon him as his eye's blazed "My Daughter!" he cried out, unveiling the cause for why he has done this. And no doubt that Maegor may have taken and killed many women in his time, Victor set to remind him of who she was "You remember don't you. Fair pale skin. Hair as white as snow. Eye's like the grandest of rubies and a heart to make even your gods humble." Maegor remembered well. The resemblance between the beautiful young maiden those many years ago and the man before him was uncanny. And victor slowly stalked towards him, his face slowly contorting and transforming as his rage returned once more "You took her without mercy Maegor! Without restraint when she denied your offer's. You took her! DEFILED HER AND WHEN YOU WERE DONE, YOU MURDERED HER WITHOUT REMORSE BEFORE HER OWN MOTHER!"

All Maegor could do was crawl backwards towards his throne as the man before him transformed into a monster beyond what he could have conceived. Tall and towering, wings stretching to the sides of his great hall, fingers sharped into flesh rending claws. This was no longer man but a demon that shed its skin before him as it stood over his cowering from that rested at the foot of his father's throne.

"AND I SWORE TO MAKE YOU RUE THE DAY YOUR WHORE MOTHER BROUGHT YOU INTO THE WORLD!" Victor screamed out with his voice now evolved into monstrous howls to make even the most valorous and fearless of men break with terror. "IT WAS I WHO MADE YOU FATHERLESS! IT WAS I WAS WHO TURNED YOUR LOYAL MISTRESS OF WHISPERS AGAINST YOU. HER MIND AND SOUL TAKEN BY ME!"

Victor large shadow washed over the quivering king who was soon grabbed and thrown to sitting back on his great throne, frozen his place with fear and the hold the transformed Victor had on him with his large clawed hand upon his frame and victor's demonic visage roaring in his face.

"I WHO TURNED YOUR LORDS AGAINST YOU! I WHO SOWED THE SEEDS OF DESCENT AND DISCORD AMONGST YOUR VASSELS. I DESTROYED YOU AND YOUR BELOVED KINGDOM FOR THE VENGENCE OF MY DAUGHTER!" Victor unveiled the true hand at play behind it all.

That he was responsible for the rising rebellions.

The deaths of his closest allies.

The betrayal of his Mistress of Whispers.

The downfall of his reign.

All set in motion by the reckless and irredeemable acts in his youth that damned him to his shortly lived reign.

Whatever bravado, courage or vengeful anger Maegor may have once possessed was no gone. And in his place for the first time since he was born was a scared and frightened man who knew his end to be near by the man who calmed down and once more stood like a wolf among sheep.

Victor glared at the whimpering mess that once had been a prideful king but now….he was a pathetic sight and his pleas and begs of mercy would not be heeded "and now…You die." Victor's hand flew to neck, pining the Targaryen king to his throne while with the other; he effortlessly broke off one of the many swords sticking out from the throne that he sat on. In the mere blink of an eye Maegor's wrists were slashed deep before the broken iron blade was lodged into his throat.

Blood gurgling chokes was all that escaped from the son of Aegon as he quickly bled to death upon that which he spilt much blood to attain. Before the hands of death claimed him, his amethyst Valyrian eye's looked upon the apathetic face of his killer with what final pleas he had being chocked down by his own blood.

"Long may he reign." Victor quoted, spitting them out with what vile hate he had left for the man who robbed him of what he had loved in this world before retreating to the shadows that embraced him. All the while history would regal how it was that the armies of Jaehaerys the first would find his uncle upon entering the keep, with swords ready to cut down any who fought for the king only to meet no host of defenders and find only one occupant lying dead upon his throne.

-End of Flashback. Back to the present.-

The tapping of heels, boots and shoes echoed in the halls of the Red keep.

Getting closer to the main doors of thick iron, designed to barricade the throne room against invaders as two guards stood armed on each side. Upon approach they pushed it opened for them as they entered.

Inside was the great Throne Room of Robert Baratheon.

Originally it was built and ruled by the Targaryen Kings before they're fall from power, and so it belongs to the current reigning Monarch who sat on his Throne of Iron, with a thousand swords decorating its body.

The design of this chair supposedly made from the Swords of Aegon's conquered enemies inspired Fear, Awe and power as this was the throne of Conqueror. A testament to the great power that once belonged to the previous ruler's through Fire And Blood as was their Words.

And there King Robert Baratheon, The First of his Name. King of the Andels and the First Men. Lord Of the seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm sat.

Slouching against the hard back of the Metal throne with one hand holding a full cup of wine while the other rested against his cheek. He looked frustrated and tired, and obviously did not want to be there.

And the source of his woes, stood next to him. The weeks were not kind to Jon since Victor, Ellyn and Creighton last saw him.

The lack of sleep was evident as shadows gathered under his tired eye's that sent daggers to the stood as they slowly strolled in, passing by the many courting lords and ladies there who bowed or either acknowledged them as the Heroes the Recent Greyjoy Rebellion. His face growing a thick beard on his cheeks, but not thick enough to rival Roberts but enough to show that the Hand had not been keeping it maintained as it enveloped his face from his chin to his cheeks.

The only person who was delighted at their Presence was Cersei Baratheon.

The queen herself sitting next to her husband on a small wooden chair, yet despite the elegant designs of it, it was still just a chair compared to the Throne.

Cersei worn the most extravagant dress she could commission the best and greatest artisans the kingdom had to offer. Bright as red like the coat of arms of her family's banner's, golden silk weaved into patterns lining every inch of her dress like golden vines creeping around her body, connecting to decorative Roses of Ruby and sapphire rich silk.

Her swan like neck was adorned in a grand golden neckless with the crown piece of it being large Red jewel sitting atop her exposed cleavage. Cersei dress was commanded be just as elegant and as flashy as Lady Carmillia's with her top her full breasts shown almost to the front which was covered, it was tight and slim to present the body every man craved for.

A large cut down the lower side of her dress to show off the fine and slim figure of her legs. Her hair was tied in the traditional large hair bun the court ladies had them in.

All in all, her appearance was made to impress…and impress she did as not a man in the room could keep his eyes off of her with want and Lust.

Not Robert who spared a glance To her from time to time when he wasn't sending silent curse's to his hand Jon for wasting his time with this insane babble and plan of his.

Not Jamie, who stood vigilant amongst the other members of the Kingsguard. His position right behind her, gave him a clear view looking down her chest with no one the wiser as they assumed that he was staring down at the child she cradled in her arms. His nephew and future king of the seven kingdoms.

Ellyn tried not to roll her eye's from behind her mask at how Hard Cersei was trying to gain Victor's attention…and copying her style at that as the queen's newest clothing was inspired by Ellyn's own exotic dresses.

Seven members of the Kings Royal guard stood their post behind the royal family and its council members who were there present and not far from and Hand.

Victor and Ellyn walked hand in hand, with victor's other hand resting behind him as he strolled in with greater air of nobility and authority then the entire room combined.

His red eye's washing over the forms and faces of those that surrounded them like room full of sharks, waiting for smell of blood yet to be drawn from them.

Soon He, Ellyn and Ser Creighton stood at the foot of the steps leading to the throne the king sat on.

"You Grace." Victor released Ellyn's hand as he knelt down to the ground on his knees, Creighton not far behind him with Ellyn giving the Curtsey bow with her hand pinching the long skirt of her dress as she dipped her body low.

"We have obeyed the Summons. Please divulge as to the reasons for this demand and why we were received by an armed Host at your gates?" All eye's looked up to the throne at the end of the hall. But they were not directed at the king but rather his hand who bared the brunt of a hundred eye's all starring and glaring at him.

But Jon had nothing to say.

No words that he knew could help him out of this corner that he found himself in. his rantings and mad delusions would not make the people there see the true nature of these demons before them, All of words that he had been screaming for the past weeks would only serve to confirm the rumours that he was truly mad.

If he wanted the people to see what he saw, he'd have to expose the Carstiens for the monster's they truly are.

Robert broke the silence and the patience everyone was waiting for from the hand "You were never meant to be summoned." He stated as he turned back the lord, lady and knight that stood before them "Against my direct order's, Jon here summoned you without provocation."

"Then our presence here was unneeded. Still if such actions are committed contradictory to the direct seniority order's given, then such a man must be removed from his position of office."

Robert was quick to set his stance in this "Enough! I have had enough about this talk! Jon is staying as my Hand Until I say otherwise!"

Victor nodded in compliance to Robert's orders "As you will Your grace. However such actions have offended both the office of the Hand and us. Were his actions to go unnoticed and unquestioned…. then I fear for our lives as to how far these pervasive delusions will take him."

All Jon could do was bite his tongue to prevent him from lashing out.

He was painted as a delusional madman or just simply a man out for blood against the new lords.

"I agree." Cersei entered her voice into this "The lord hand has indeed overstepped his bounds with his actions that would've resulted in the unjust demise of new house. He must be punished."

Blood flowed into Roberts face as it deep in a furious red colouring before he once more let out a thunderous roar "I SAID ENOUGH!" he screamed out, his face scrunching up in irritation over the continuous talks about Jon Maintaining his position due to his instability.

But just when Robert felt that he had regained control of his court….

The doors to his throne room opened once more, and in walked the last person the king wanted here "Oh bloody hell. Just what I need." Robert laid his head into his hand as he now had to suffer the presence of the one man he did not want here…at this time or any time for that matter.

But one person was glad to see him "My Lord Tywin. I thank you for coming." Victor hailed and welcomed the Warden and high lord of the Westerlands. Tywin walked in, and immediately all nobles cast their eye's down from him as he passed.

He wore rich dark leather clothing with silver linings etched into it, he strode in with the authority that had all parting, keeping their distance and their eye's advert in both respect…and fear in case they look at him wrong.

Tywin walked up and met with Victor as he stood not far away from the Vampire lore "It was my pleasure. And a great honour to be receiving a Valyrian Steel sword." The throne room erupted in gasps and murmurs as those words left his lips.

At head of the room and standing next to the throne, Jon Arryn paled as he knew what was coming next.

"Unfortunately you'll have to wait. As upon entering the red keep, we were received by a hostile host ordered by the Hand that all but arrested us in name and confiscated our belongings, including the gifts I brought forth for both you and his grace."

To say that Jon now had a new enemy in the form of Tywin Lannister.

The one man everyone alive knew not to enemy of, and Jon seemed to have inadvertently done it.

His face paling as Tywin sent him a scathing death glare that promised that the Hand would pay for this slight. His eye's immediately went to the man and woman who orchestrated this against him.

Jon knew in his heart that he had been played. Lord Tywin's presence here was planned by the Von Carstiens who knew that the Hand had plotted something against them given that rumours of his deranged hatred towards the new Lords has probably spread to all corners of the Kingdom by now.

Now he had a powerful enemy in the form of Tywin Lannister to worry about.

The man had more influence throughout the seven kingdoms then the entire small council. If he wanted, he can make life difficult for any man and his family that crosses him.

The room entire chambers could easily see where the wind blew even before Tywin spoke "…So the rumours are true then. The Hand of the King is indeed going Mad." Jon gritted his teeth. He knew now that he had made an enemy he did not want or need at this time, his words speaking with authority of a king and the entire audience around him took it like Gospel "I question the rationality of keeping such clearly uncontrollable person In a position of power-"

"I SAID ENOUGH DAMNIT!" King Robert Roared out as his slammed his fist hard on the arm of his throne, any man would've cradle his hand in pain but not Robert. His face presented the level of anger he possessed, his face bristling red with his teethed gnashed in fury before his words erupted like thunder "JON IS STAYING AS MY HAND AND THAT'S THAT!" He asserted his rule and commands to whatever they may be before the entire court.

Despite who was there and what they may say, Robert was king….for the time being and if anyone said otherwise, including his powerful father in law then it is treason.

But still….he would not have the last words "And what of his actions your grace? They have yet to be atoned for the damages and fear he has caused us all." All eye's turned to victor, who met the kings blazing angered glared with his own shard as steel look and did not back down.

It was a dangerous move some would say, especially if a man like Tywin still chose to back him up on his charge against the hand.

However again his help came source all were beginning to see coming to rescue "And how do you propose that lord Arryn Atone for his crimes?" Cersei questioned. Her eye's lighting up as she watched her new interest assert his will like a true king.

She waited in anticipation to know what humiliating and horrible punishment he demands of the Hand.

Victor turned his gaze from her to the man in question who stood there, meeting his narrowed gaze with a defiant and challenging glare "Humble him before his peers." He demanded.

Whispers and murmurs erupted in the court around them as many giggled at the thought of Lord Arryn being forced to apologise…or audacity of new lord demanding such a notion.

Jon looked like he had been slapped but then remembered who he was. A smirk beginning to form on his lips before- "Jon Apologise to them." Robert tiredly commanded his mentor as he slouched against his throne.

Job snapped his head to the side and looked at Robert who stared back at him with tired, frustrated and Irritated expression he bored for his Chief minster.

"R-R-Robert!?" Jon stammered his words. He was in utter shock of what his former ward commanded of him.

A sense of betrayal came over as he stared at his Surgut son with disbelief.

Robert however…was too tired.

Tired of this morning.

Tired of his wife and advisors urging him to rid himself of Jon

And Finally…Tired of Jon himself and his delusional raving that now has him in this mess.

Jumping to his feet he bared down at the elder lord who flinched back in fright, for a moment he thought he was standing before a king and not Robert who stood over him, sending the most heated and murderous glare the Baratheon king had ever mustered against him.

"I SAID! Apologise…Or I say to the mother I will throw you into the black cells myself!" Jon knew that Robert was not joking.

His face red with the fire of rage and fury…all directed at him.

From the corner of his eye's, he could see that the entire court watching him.

…like jackals. Waiting in anticipation to tear into him at the first chance he gives.

Hidden smiles or clearly presented ones decorated their faces.

Cersei bore her smug grin at him, looking like a lioness ready to pounce upon the opportunity all the while sending spare glances to the side.

Tywin himself held a more controlled expression, but one could see in his eye's that he was already plotting to replace the hand with someone he can control from afar. A distance cousin or lord looking to get into his good favours.

Sparing a glance down the bottom of the steps towards the source of his current woes.

Lady Camilla portrayed her predatory delight in his suffering. Sadistic smirk played don her lips, she flashed a small portion of her fanged teeth at him as a way to mock him and his failing endeavours against them.

Lord Victor himself just stared at him with those infernal red eye's that betrayed no emotion as the pale demon himself regarded Jon without pity, mercy or emotion. His face was cold and unfeeling towards him yet held

Jon knew he had no say against this.

Robert was already at his wits end with him and his power to keep Jon as he is weaning before the court of nobles before them.

Jon…accepted that he needed to prostate himself before everyone and humbly beg the Demons for Forgiveness.

Swallowing his pride and self-respect, he slowly step down those steps. Each step heavier than the last till he finally reached the bottom and stood there, facing the new nobles who waited in anticipation to what he might do.

Through near gritted teeth and words that struggled to escape from his throat, Jon bent his knee and presented himself, bowing with the upmost humility he could muster"….Lord Von Carstien….Lady Von Carstien…" he tried not to spit their names out in contempt as he kept his head low to the ground to keep himself from looking up at them and falling under their spell yet again "Please… I beg your forgiveness in my actions against you." he pleaded for their mercy.

Victor looked down upon the kneeling High Lord.

He could sense the contempt Lord Arryn felt towards them, he did not need his magic nor his superhuman sense's to that the apology was feign. Still he knew better then to spit on a public apology despite how half assed it was.

"You are Forgiven…but your actions against me and my household are not so easily forgotten." He accepted it but reminded the hand that he will not forget his actions so easily.

"That's It! Its bloody done, and I will have no more of this Going on! Jon if I so much as hear a whisper of you raving about the Bloody Carstiens, or plotting against them, I will make good on my word to have you in the Black Cells till the end times!" Robert threatened, his fisted balled up towards the older man with his face contorted in blistering red snarl "I do not care if they breed more monsters! I don't care if their related to those Dragon Shits! I don't care if the gods themselves descend down and tell you to do it. YOU Are not . I command NOT to take any action, speak any ills, or plot any schemes against the Von Carstiens!" Robert was now effectively disarmed him of taking any actions against them.

King Robert then rounded on the small council that stood to one side of the throne room next to him with a furious expression "And that goes for the rest of you too! If he breaks any of my commands, or talks about any actions involving them and their holdings you are to leave him and come to me!" now Jon was powerless, he could not call up the council with demands, commands or the requesting of favours on the new lord and lady who was now untouchable to everyone.

The small council heard this, and just smiled, nodded and confirmed their king's command "As you command your grace./ Your grace./ Yes your grace./ Brother." Each and every one of them answered, showing that they understood him and will follow his orders to the letter.

With that done, Robert slouched back into his throne. Let out the steam he had gathered from all of this drama because Jon was having a break down or something. Seeing that things were otherwise done related to their supposed crimes, Victor chose now to introduce the topic that the queens father and nearly the entirety of the room was eager to get to "Now that we've established our innocence in this matters. May I have your graces permission to present to both himself and his Father in law their new Valyrian Weapons?"

Robert's head perked up, and his face once exhausted and twisted into annoyance was now full of surprise with his eye's lighting up hopefully "…You made me a Valyrian Steel Sword!?" Robert was not expecting this.

And it only got even better when Victor clarified "I Made you a Valyrian Warhammer. They were with our luggage that was confiscated upon our arrival." He sent a not so subtle glare at the man who he had publically forgiven.

Robert almost jumped to his feet when he rounded on one of the servants in the room "Send the bloody servants to retrieve them-"

Victor quickly interrupted with his hand raised "With all due respect your grace. I would prefer it if my own people did this task themselves…considering the reception and how easily it is for items to be lost." Insinuating how common place it was that property was so easily stolen here, and that he dare not trust what servants the Hand had sent upon their arrival to handle their brought supplies.

Robert gave in "Very well." He said, sitting back in his chair but still eager to see this hammer that the hero of his war had forged for him.

Victor turned to the one man amongst his group that he trusted "Ser Creighton. If you wouldn't mind organising some of the men to retrieve our belongings, and return with the gifts we brought forth to capital." While deeming to most other knights, Creighton was more than happy to comply with his menial task.

"As you command my lord." he said and then marched on, his red armour clanking with the shifting of plates and the jingling of the chainmail underneath as he disappeared back out through the large doors to the way they came.

Lord Tywin walked up to them and mused over the figure he watched leave to get his sword "A loyal knight you have in your service I see." Tywin admired the young man's dedication to his vassal lord, and the old lion could see that he had such great potential within him. After all…he was there at the King's victory tourney to see the young champion win before the masses.

"yes. And he has great potential that I would see grow and not stagnant under another's rule." Victor would hone and uplift the greatest he found within his knight.

"Indeed. One would be fool to neglect such talent. A pity that someone did not see that." Tywin stated, a subtle jab at Jon who took it like sour lemon.

Creighton soon returned with a handful of Carstien men, carrying in their hands large cloth wrapped objects in their hands as they walked pasted the court of nobles and servants alike to their sovereign lord "ah. Here we are." Victor said before Creighton past to him the largest of the two wrapped up gifts "My thanks Ser Creighton." He thanked him before he turned and walked up to the steps to the throne.

He laid it down at the foot of the last step before Robert, untying the simple rope string around the long cloth, and then throwing aside the folded layer's away and presented to Robert awe as he previously bounced on his throne like a child about to be given his present "your Majesty. I present to you, Your Warhammer." To Robert awe and the awe of his court, he beheld the magnificently crafted weapon like a gift from the gods themselves as it laid at his feet. "It is one my finest works yet. I take great pride in the craftsmanship I employed to create this and the Sword For Lord Tywin."

Robert got off of his throne and walked to pick it up "It is…Bloody Beautiful!" he marvelled as he held it in his hands, his eye's devouring every inch of the crafted steel hammer that reflected the lights around it. It was a two sided Warhammer with sharp edged spikes on both bared faces of the solid rectangular silver steeled frame. Black obsidian coloured body that held the head in an arm long thick length with gold fused into it with elegant designs to captivate the eye.

The grand piece to all of it was the pummel at the bottom of the Hammer's long handle that was shaped and crafted in the image of a gold stag with its long golden antlers sharpened to points. All in all for Robert….it was the best thing he had ever gotten as he tightened his grip on the long handle and swung the impressively light weapon to his side as a shit eating grin was plastered on his face "I Can't wait to wet it red!" Robert boasted he swung and tested the weapon single handily.

Victor walked down the steps to Lord Lannister who stood next to the Carstien man that now held his sword before Victor walked up "And Now Lord Tywin. I take great pride and pleasure in making my finest sword yet." In the soldier's hand's it laid as Victor unwrapped it and unfolded the cloth that covered it. For the first time since anyone could remember or even see…Lord Tywin's eye's widened in awe but was quick to reassert back to an expression of control…despite the small smile playing on his lips as his Lannister green eye's beheld the weapon with awe.

His hands reached and took the blade away from the sheath it laid with and held it high for all to see. "as you can see, it slimmer than the average blade but none the less Sharpened to cut cleanly through steel like wheat before the sickle." The sharp body of the blade glistened with the infamous ripples the metal used to make it. From the shape it its body narrowed from but widened as it travelled to the hilt where it fitted into the glorious golden handle that reflected what light there was like a sun while the handle in which Lord Tywin's hand griped into was furnished in steel gripping with blue sapphires adorning its body that ended in a golden pummel.

The face of the handle of which the blade connected to was shaped expertly in the image of a roaring light on both faces with wings stretching out. Golden lined the face of the blade from which he saw his refection in.

"…It is beautiful beyond words…" Tywin admitted in awe as he never would've imagined such a master piece to behold.

Victor nodded and held himself up with pride at the complement everyone heard "Your awe is vocal enough of your appreciation. As you can see, I engraved language in valyrian at the face of the blade. Being a learned man, I'm sure you are able to translate the words."

Tywin did notice. Gold etched into the face of the blade like words sowed in like thread into banners or coat of arms. And Tywin translated the golden etched words into his family's new sword that they will carry on from this day "…Hear me Roar." The official motto of his house, and words rightly belonging that cemented it as their sword till the day their line ends.

"The official motto of your house. The common saying did not seem appropriate to engrave on such a weapon meant for a High noble family."

Tywin took the sheath which was the smoothest red leather he had ever handled and felt right to hold as he inserted the sharp steel in and now held it beside him where it belonged "My Thanks. House Lannister will remember this Generosity." As Tywin thanked Victor, from the side and behind her open fan, Ellyn glared with hateful spite.

She naturally did not one Tywin or any Lannister for that fact to possess something of such high prestige or honour such as a valyrian steel sword. But…she knew this was the only way to gain such a powerful ally.

And Despite how every fibre of her being would like nothing more than to violently puke out how she had to play nice with the Lannister brood in their short time here….she was reminded it was all for the cause of delivering the knife to their throats later.

Speaking of which….

Her eye's glanced towards the infant nestling within the arms of Tywin's whore of a daughter.

The prince of the seven kingdoms….and bastard child of his incestuous parents.

There a seditious glint in Ellyn's eye's as she looked to the cooing infant that was wrapped up in the silk bundle Cersei had him in.

Now that Victor had successfully established connections with the most powerful families in the kingdom, he knew that such bountiful gifts of the age needed to be cemented in a grand and glorious event to commemorate this day to memory "now that that's all done, perhaps his grace would like to throw a banquet to celebrate his new valyrian weapon."

The smile on Roberts face grew before he let out a robust laugh "Piss on that. I'm throwing a bloody Tourney!"

From the corner, one man hung his head low and sighed at the upcoming headache he knew to be coming "oh Gods…"

-Nightfall. Redkeep Kingslanding.-

Night fell over the kingdom like a dark shroud, blanketing the land in darkness.

The only sources of light the capital and red keep possessed where the few candles and torches lit up like beacons that pierced through the shadows with what little dark patches there were in the halls and rooms of the red keep.

Yet despite the number of patrols walking through its halls, as ordered by the hand.

A predator skulked through the keep. As silent an unnoticed as shadows.

Its intent clear as it passed by the patrols with ease and as quick as the wind, leaving none the wiser as it ventured deeper into the heart of the Royal castle.

Moments later inside a room belonging to a member of the royal family.

A scepta slid across a wall to the floor.

Her face pale as death as she dropped dead to the ground with two puncture marks on her bare neck, dripping what small remnants of her life essence left within her.

Her dead horror filled eye's stared at the large shadow moving towards the crib she was guarding.

As the dark figure crept closer to the oriented style wooden crib, the light of the moon betrayed it as it walked into the light and wiped away the shadows cloaking it.

Ellyn's red eye's peered down at the fragile little spawn nestling contently in its sheets.

Asleep and unaware as the vampire leered over the slumbering infant, her blood red eye's not betraying her intent as she glared down at the young heir to the crown. A smile formed on her lips…but it was not a warm or motherly smile, but cruel and cold one that expressed her ill-will to the baby.

'This was it.' Ellyn thought as her hand's slowly reached in and towards the infant prince.

Her mind whirling with idea's and fantasies of ending Tywin's line and dreams with his bastard Grandson.

She could drain the little whelp of his precious Royal blood. She wondered if his pedigree Lannister blood would taste exquisite or foul her tongue.

Her fangs bared in anticipation to pierce into the soft skin of Joffrey.

She could slash its throat and watch it bleed its last drops all over its royal sheets. As her hand reached forward, her nails lengthen and sharpened to a point that can pierce through steel as it stopped inches from the baby's throat.

Perhaps she should picked up and smash the infant into the walls. Smear his very body along the entire walls, floor and ceiling, painting this very room in his blood.

Her smile growing wider with the monstrous idea's that flowed into her mind, creating such vivid and twisted imaginations of sadistic pleasure.

Or she could throw him, launch him straight out that window like an arrow and watch him become a pretty splatter on this shit covered city.

So many wondrous idea's. Fuelled by the prospect of hearing Cersei Lannister's wails of despair at the sight of her carnage.

She could rip him limb from limb like a wild beast. Drop him from the balcony of his great castle.

So many thoughts and fantasies of inflicting harm and terror upon the mortals present here that brought forth the beast within her who aroused and hungered for such fear and panic. She could feel it, lurking within her, right in her core where she believed her soul once presided in a now dark void occupied by this primal entity leering within her and watching with predatory anticipation.

…but she knew she could not.

Her hand stilled as the memory and image of one man who tamed her vengeful urges.

The image of Victor face, hard and scrunched up in a disapproving glare lurked in her mind.

Her mentor/ master/ lover had been keeping her on a leash when concerning the Lannister's. And she can understand why.

Even now when she has the opportunity to sow discord into the capital and end the line of Tywin with the heir to the throne, she knew it would only bring further trouble upon them. Lord Arryn would triple his efforts to expose and destroy them, rumours would circumvent that their presence was responsible for the death of the crown prince.

She would start a chain of events that would bring down their fall.

And… it was at this that she reminisced about the final days before the Lannister's declared them traitors and marched against them.

When the letter's came demanding for them to return to Casterly rock to answer for their crimes. In fury they did not account for Tywin's ploy to have them up in arms, giving him cause to march against them.

Their hubris led to the death of her family and house.

And she doubt she'd get a third chance at life if she survived against her enemies….or an angered victor.

Retracting her hand back, that smile turned into a sneer as she glared down at the pure blooded Lannister bastard of his grandfather's incestuous children.

"Not now….but soon I will delight in spilling your blood and that of your whore mother." She hissed out, her nails retracting back to normal lengths before her hand descended down and gently rubbed his little scalp.

"Sleep well little one~" she cooed softly though this was false as that insidious blood thirst smile appeared and her fangs gleamed in the moon light "For soon. I am going to enjoy tearing off your head, and Shove it right back up your mother's arse."

She reeled back from the crib, easily moving away from the baby that remained undisturbed as she went towards her recent meal.

Her hand reached and gripped the head of the dead scepta that lifted with ease from the ground.

"I really must thank you scepta for the wonderful meal. You have no idea how hard it was to go without fresh blood through the bloody day, and pushing down that foul stuff you call food into my stomach." She mused as she dragged the lifeless body of the scepta towards the open balcony "I would happily use your corpse to train my reanimation spells but sadly….your absence from his royal bastard's room would raise questions." She reached the balcony and looked up at the pale pearl in the night sky that hung high in the sky.

"And my master would be displeased if I brought attention down upon us. So for the sake of secrecy, I need you do one last thing for me?" she lifted the body up before her, positioning it between her and the ledge overlooking the courtyard below where few men patrolled its grounds.

With her other, she reached directly into the scepta's robes, casually riffling through her clothing to the naked skin underneath as her hands searched blindly till she caught a hold of something.

Pulling it out, her lips curved into a smile as she looked at the reflective glinting of the small blade she held in her free hand. Ellyn had counted on this scepta concealing a weapon, as governesses they were charged with nursing and protecting young infants of noble families….and the heir of the royal family needed all of the protection the kingdom could afford.

Guards stationed outside his room was not enough.

The dance of dragons saw a need to increase security after two men infiltrated the royal keep, killed the guards posted at the royal apartments and murdered the Heir of Aegon the 2nd. Extra measures were implemented to make sure that the children were safe from assassins and spies.

Ellyn took the dagger and put it into the cold dead fingers of the governess, pushing them in as they clinched tightly around the weapon that was then lifted up and pressed deeply against her pale neck "Make a big impact." In one swipe a deep open rip across the front of the dead woman's throat.

A deep and large gash to rip the corners of where the two puncture marks on her neck were.

With pleased look at the pretty picture she just painted for the soon to be witnesses below, she pushed the dead woman off the balcony and turned away. Slinking once more back into the shadows just in time to hear a loud thump and the distressed cries of the people below.

-At the time, in the tower of the Hand.-

Jon had stayed in his office that night.

He had locked himself within his office in the tower of the hand. He had locked the doors, barred and barricaded them along with the widows so that no devilish creature that the Von Carstiens were or brought could get him here.

He had placed symbols of the gods, their statues and even blessed objects from the High Septon to act as shields against the demons that now strutted about the Red Keep.

Jon was seething.

He had been humiliated before the entire nobility…Again!

This time with the backing of Lord Tywin Lannister.

Before the entire court and the small council, Robert had diminished his authority and power. He can no longer act or speak against the Von Carstiens.

He cannot employ the combined resources against them.

He cannot Command, demand or Beg for their aid against them, else risk Robert's wraith.

Jon had not planned on this happening.

He had not planned on lord Tywin being there, his journey towards Kingslanding was not noticed by him or the small council.

His surprise appearance was made by Lord Carstien who promised him the one thing Tywin Lannister Craves above all else.

The one thing He would throw his entire Family fortune to acquire for his house.

The one thing entire families have staked their entire house's to possess as it was a mark of prestige amongst the other lords to own such a weapon or object that is passed down to their descendants.

Lord Carstien had gained a powerful ally, and no one. NO ONE! Will stand against him. Because to go against the Von Carstiens, is to now go against Tywin.

The Von Carstiens were now untouchable and Jon…had become Enemy number one.

…But he would not Falter!

Through Tired eye's, a fire burned within him as his bloodshot pupils snapped to a bottle laying not far from his desk.

Inside was a clear liquid that he had attained from the Scept of Balour in his acquisition of holy and divine objects of power.

Tomorrow he will show them all of who the Von Carstiens really are.

He would- *BAM! BAM! BAM!* "My lord hand!" a servant on the other side of the locked door cried out for him.

Jon was broken from his musing and heard the distress in the young man's voice "What it is!?" He called out as he stood up from his desk and began to make his way towards the barricaded door.

"There's been an incident! A scepta had fallen into the courtyard!" Jon stopped….and then rushed towards the door. Throwing everything he had pushed there away as fast as he could and almost ripping off the locks as he unlocked them before sprinting out of the room. Knocking the servant to the ground as he rushed like a mad bull through the halls of the Red Keep.

-Meanwhile with Victor.-

Victor had recently left the party with a companion who took it upon herself to guide the dark lord through the halls of her home.

"I must say. Your hospitality humbles me greatly my queen." Victor said as he walked side by side slowly with the queen who finally got to be alone with him at this time.

Her dear husband was fulfilling his gluttony with wine, food and women in both her presence and absence.

Her Beloved father was no doubt admiring and gloating over the fact that he finally achieved a valyrian steel sword for their house, and would be plotting to strengthen the bonds between their houses with a marriage in the future.

And her brother…Jamie. Was off somewhere, staying behind like the good little knight he tries portrays himself to be as he watched her husband and king frolic amidst den of hedonism he turned the keep into.

Now she had the opportunity to finally achieve what she had been waiting for all this time.

Just them, alone in the halls.

Her entourage left behind and ordered away so that no one could stop her as she led him deeper into the castle. Towards the spare apartment rooms that no one was using at the time and away from the party and whatever servants that patrolled the halls.

Cersei's heart Hammered in her chest.

It had been a while since she had felt this level of excitement and anticipation. Oh how she felt like that young girl again, sneaking into her brother's room at night to play under the sheets.

The thrill of sneaking behind the backs of her father, husband and brother, the anticipation of finally tasting the flesh of the man she wanted more than anything in the world.

This was her chance to first have victor as she led him to the empty part of the castle.

And just as the approached the door- "YOUR GRACE!" a cry rang out, halting their movements as Cersei snapped her head fast in the direction of the servant coming at them fast like an angered viper with the glare to match as the little weasel of a boy halted and shook with absolute terror.

"What is it!?" Cersei seethed through her teeth and was quick to recompose herself before her esteemed guest as the servant that rushed over to them, cowered in fear before the irked queen who could have his head with the snap of her fingers.

"I-i-i-it's a Body y-y-your grace!" he stammered out the words as quickly as he could "I-in the courtyard! The guards say she fell!" Cersei could hardly care about the life of one miserable servant falling from the castle.

But her companioned stepped forward to the messenger and spoke in a clear and authoritative tone worthy of a king. "Show us." He commanded, and the messenger wasted no time in turning back the way he came, with victor following in suit and Cersei doing her best to keep up as she hiked up her dress and followed after the man.

They followed the messenger through the party halls where his grace king Robert was already being led away by his own servant much to his visible dismay as he trudged on ahead of them with a chalice full of wine he was recently gulping down.

They traversed through the halls that led them to the courtyard where a dozen or so armed guardsmen crowded around what they assumed to be the disturbance of their peace "Make way! Make way for the king!" the messengers cried out as the armed men moved aside to allow Robert, Cersei and victor in through.

Jon Arryn was there, kneeling next to the corpse of the scepta that made a huge impact on the grounds with bits of her body splattered around leaving only the front portion of her figure still intact despite half of her frame smeared into the courtyard.

"Mother tits!" Robert swore as he saw the scene.

Cersei gasped with her hand to her mouth as she saw the bloody scene.

Victor just stared at the body, his red eye's devouring every inch of the dead body he could see as they travelled up from her feet to the top of her head where they landed upon the noticeable deep slit across her throat.

His eye's narrowed in as he saw the cut that was obviously made by a blade like the one clinched in her finger but upon closer examination he noted the two half cut holes at the edge of the gash.

His eye's then snapped towards the man who stared back at him with a knowing glare.

"What in the seven hells Happened!?" Demanded Robert as he looked around for anyone to answer what he was seeing.

"We don't know your grace." One of the guardsmen that was on duty answered "We were standing at our posts when she suddenly just dropped from the sky."

Victor stepped forward and kneeled down to the body to get a closer look at it, ignoring the death glare sent his way by the man opposite him "I hardly doubt that she fell from the heavens. She's obviously a servant." From behind him, Cersei stepped closer and peered over his head.

*GASP!?* a sharp and loud gasp was audible to hear from the queen and all eyes were upon her as she looked upon the face of the dead woman with growing horror.

"You know this scepta?" Victor asked as he slowly stood to face her.

"…she's nursing my son!" upon the end of that sentence, all heads snapped up to the balcony belonging to the room where the royal heir was located.

"Quickly! To the prince's Room!" a thousand men stormed back into castle as fast as they could through drunkard haze and clambering armour. Victor led the forces of panicking men and women through the halls, keeping his speed to normal levels as he charged ahead with Jamie Lannister, Ser Barristan Selmy and Jon Arryn close behind him till they reached the doors leading to the princes room.

At first, victor tried the knob only to find it locked "Its locked from the inside!" Jamie called out as he pushed Victor aside and began to ram his body against the door's body, trying to smash it in.

The door banging sound spooked little Joffrey in who began to wail from inside the locked room, prompting his uncle to ram his body harder than ever in case there as an assassin. But his efforts were for not as the door stood firm against him.

"Move!" Victor pushed him away, took a few steps back and then with all his might and to the astonishment of those around him…he kicked it down. One solid kick and the door broke off from its hinges and locks.

The Kingsguard and the gold cloaks flooded into the room, going into every inch, knocking over tables, pulling down curtains and sheets as they searched for any intruder that might've been in here…but found none.

Victor walked in and towards the balcony as he looked down to see the body of the secpta, still there and direct below him.

Cersei stormed in, immediately going to Joffrey's crib and pulling her baby close into her body for dear life, her husband Robert managing to stumble in with the aid of Jon Intimately his eye's fell upon the screaming child before they rounded on the room. Through his bloodshot eye's he gazed around with rising fury, eager to choke the bastard who had come to harm him…but found none.

"No one's here." Victor started as he stood before the king "The door was locked from the inside, and I'm guessing that dagger belonged to the scepta….this was clearly a suicide." He push them to the obvious state that everyone was already concluding.

…all except one, as Jon Arryn was about to dispute this claim, Robert seemingly sensing or knowing what was about to happen, rounded on him with a warring glare. "One word Jon! One WORD." Jon bite back his tongue and accepted that he would not get chance to say anything otherwise of the Carstiens at this time.

Robert sighed heavily as he began to ease "Seven hells…this has been a day." He expressed the exhaustion, both physically and mentally that today has taken on him. From his crazy father figure spouting and screaming about devils to hosting for his bloody father in law and now this!

Robert wanted nothing more than to land hard on his bed and sleep like a log.

"I think it would be best for us all if we retired of the night. No use in dwelling over this obvious case of suicide. We can only thank the gods watching that she did not choose to rob this kingdom of its heir." Victor mentally pushed the suggestion into Roberts head to forget about any other notion of foul play or wayward idea of something other than simple open and shut case before them.

"I'll agree to that. I'm gonna take some whores to keep me warm through the night." He said ever so bluntly before his wife and queen, who cared only about her child as she managed to coo him back to peace.

Robert wasted no time in leaving, followed not far behind by Jon, the guards and the Kingsguard, leaving only queen Cersei, and prince Joffrey with few soldiers posted outside and waiting to escort the queen to her chambers.

Victor now turned to the queen who cradled her once more slumbering child into her bosom "My queen. I suggest keeping your son close to you and some guards to protect you until you can trust another governess to protect your child." He advised her on what she should do. But it wasn't out of fear or concern for her and her offspring, but to sow further trust between them and prevent the one person he knew to be responsible for this from doing it again.

Cersei looked to victor, her human heart skipping a slight beat as she felt touched by the vampire lord's concern for her and her child. Normally if it was anyone else she would have taken the advice and dismissed them but with victor….it was completely different. She romanced every action and words that came from him. To her, he was genuinely concerned for her and her son's wellbeing "I'll do just that my lord. A shame that our evening had to end in such a terrifying manner." And ended in a close chance she had with Victor, but no matter as she had a few more days of getting what she wants.

"Indeed. Still we have plenty of time to get…acquainted." He left her wondering as he gently took her hand that wasn't used in cradling her son and gently laid a soft kiss to her knuckles "I wish you pleasant dreams ahead my queen." As victor turned and began to leave, he could hear the thumping palpitations of the queen heart accelerate by his act.

The lord of the night was prepared in sowing a fantasied memory into the queen whose unguarded mind was open to the immortal creature. Victor was more than aware of the plans and dreams the queen had in store for him as she led him not to his room but to a vacant and isolated chambers far from the party goers with the intent to tasting his flesh.

Victor had been repulsed by many things in his life time of walking upon this world. The queen hedonism for her brother and who else that catches her attention is equal to her vanity and nature of self-importance over all others.

Her pride and ego blinds her to the truth that she is far from the cunning and intellectual player in this Game of Throne as her father and half of the council members.

But in retrospect what had happened, happened and victor was saved from wasting what little magic and time he would need to cast the false memory into the blonde whore…of course he'd have to thank his Oh So Dear Ellyn For her wild Stunt!

-Sometime later. In victor's Suite-

Victor entered his room which was basking in the darkness that filled it. Not a single flame or flicker of light pierced its shadowy embrace.

But he needed neither light nor sight to know that he was not alone even before his companion of the night walked from the embrace of darkness.

"So I hear that party came to end-" Ellyn did not get the chance to finish as victor's hand's was upon her throat in a flash.

Ellyn knew that struggling was futile but on reflex she could not help but try as her hands flew to his iron grip and tried to pry his fingers from her neck. As she was lifted in the air, she could not help but meet the cold hard glare Victor threw at her as he demonstrated his superior strength and power over her.

"You're Arrogance and lack of foresight continues to astound me." Victor was not in a good mood as his true voice broke from the guised facade he kept around everyone else. And in its full form, she could feel the weight of his wrath peeking to its dangerous levels "Your actions today could've put our entire plans in jeopardy. The hand already suspects us as more than mere mortals. And the court of nobles that surrounded us are wolves waiting for the tiniest cut of blood to pounce." Their presence and status in this kingdom was a thin line, as the newest house to be risen and one yet to swear fealty to a region lord, their every waking moment was spent in cultivating alliances and strengthening their position against those who would see them subjected to them or destroyed.

Such was the way for all mortals in this world. Be they lord or peasant, their lives hanged on the threads

"I *GASP!* Did not *GASP!* Kill him!" Ellyn whizzed out, despite lacking the need for precious air, the pressure on her throat was suffocating. "I *Gasp!* wanted to create a spectacle…cause some chaos and pressure *GASP!* on the Lannisters."

Victor face portrayed how amused he was….which was none. His face as cold and sharp as a steel sword as his intent to punish Ellyn was clear in her insubordination and recklessness that could bring down the wraith of the crown down upon them.

Though they may cover their tracks well, all it would take is the slip of a word to say that their presence instigated in the death of a royal heir. Rumours would grow and change in many ways to depict their lifestyles not far from what they are, eventually this would get out of control and they would be beseeched by rival lords looking to gain and the peasantry desiring to end the madness of their nightmares.

Such as has been proven many times when the common folk grow tired of living in the superstitious fear of their rulers to rise up as some sacred order or band of valorous glory seekers trying to get their names memorised in history.

The dance of dragons saw an up rise of the peasants of Kingslanding take up arms and storm the once great keep where the Targaryen's kept their dragons and saw an end to generations of the magnificent fire breathers.

The faith militant in their righteous crusade to spread the word and laws of their gods without heeding to the rules of kings and lords saw themselves as judge jury and executioner to any man who broke these laws.

People did not need a reason to inflict harm upon others; some may blind themselves to their own foolish notion of honour, justice, martyrdom for a cause or simply glory. Human were innate to simply being murderous beasts, it was in their nature to be both sheep and wolves.

Herding together in groups like frightened cattle before the wolves, lions and stags amongst them that would command the fibble and fickle minded herd of animals being led to their slaughter.

Victor and Ellyn were the bigger wolves amongst the wolves, lions and stags who had yet to know the true beasts amongst them, but they were having a hard time at keeping their nature concealed with Ellyn reckless stunt.

"On the Lannisters…is that all you think about?" he said with an unimpressive look, her devotion to their vengeance against the lannister's had been the fuel that motivated her to pushing herself to the potential she possesses.

But lately it has become dull….and dangerous with this new trick of hers increasing security and paranoia amongst the royals. It was simple but also risky having the hand learn about them, but now with the mysterious suicide of the governess of the royal heir Joffrey, rumours are bound to flow about why she did it and how it could be linked to the summoning of the Von Carstiens.

Their nightly operations here will be more difficult to pull off due to the increase in men patrolling not just the Keep but the City as well.

Releasing his grip, Ellyn unceremoniously dropped to her knee's before him yet his eye's continued to stare straight and not down at her "Your obsession for their demise will be our undoing. You must cull this hated passion you hold…or I will!" now baring down at her, Ellyn after soothing her throat met the piercing infernal glare being sent down to her.

Taking small hics of air she responded of his promise to her "But…But you promised me their heads!" she dared to meet the stare with her challenging glare, borderline accusing him of breaking his vow to her if she'd help him in his new conquest of the world.

Victor was not one who took a challenge to his integrity from anyone…not even Ellyn who would see the true fury of the demon within Victor.

A heart piercing roar escaped from the stretched out maw of Victor who bared down on Ellyn with rows of teeth sharpened like daggers within his jaw stretched down beyond human limitations. His red eye's now bleeding suns that bore into what remained of her damned soul that bared the brunt of inferno burning into her.

His visage twisting into a horrifying visage that would haunt her memories for as long as she lived, with the a hunting wails beyond description that she could only guess would terrify even demons.

For the first time since she was reborn…Ellyn felt fear.

She instinctively cowered and crawled away from the enraged hell-spawn that her lord and master and descended into, and stalked after her like a blood thirst beast after a cornered Antelope.

Her back to the wall and paralysed with fear, Ellyn could only stared at the towering monster that stood over her with claws ready to rend her flesh from her very bones. In that moment she was not the powerful vampiress reborn…but a mortal woman, cowering in fear before he Dark god she had angered.

No screamed escaped from her throat, whimper's broke from her quivering lips as she stared up at her maker. Silently praying for salvation from this situation she had caused for herself.

Fortunate for her victor calmed down a little. His form and face returning to back to normal with the exception of the eye's ever burning like the pits of hell were within him, and his face contorted into a bestial sneer as she burned holes into the cowering form of Ellyn before him.

"And I aim to do so! But we do it On. My. Terms! And you will do well to remember that the next time you decide to jeopardise our secrecy." Ellyn would remember well as Victor disappeared in a cloud of smoke that flew out through the window, he would not spend the night with her as he knew he did not hold the will to contain his wrath around her.

She had brought the worst out of him yet, and staying anywhere near her would only result in her death.

Ellyn knew that she had crossed a line that shouldn't have been crossed. While lovers and spouse's may fight, unfortunately for her that the many nights she and victor had spent in orrgies of passion would be swept away by this one Reckless act and accusation of robbing her of her vengeances.

For the next for days…or weeks, Ellyn would have to walk on egg shells when around victor.

Finished.

I hope you liked it.

Omake- Chapter 12 of the reign of the stag. By Archmaester Ebrose of the Citidel.

It was 6 years since the ascension of King Robert Baratheon, first of his name and line of the Baratheon Dynasty.

Not long after the War of the GreyJoy Rebellions, the newest of the kings Vassals had asserted themselves as powerful house herding the dangerous and peculiar creature's known only as Fellbats.

These engineered beasts of war were created for the purposes of murder and slaughter on the field and on the holdfasts of rival and rebellious lords.

But now in the mid summer of the year, the Carstiens proved their talents and abilities in forging great weapons made of Valyrian Steel. The Warhammer StormBringer was gifted to the king who aptly named it.

And Lion's Reach, the newly created sword for House Lannister that was gifted to the current patriarch and lord of house Lannister. Lord Tywin Lannister.

However, just as there were celebrations that took part that night. So too was there tragedy that struck the red keep.

The scepta in charge of caring for the prince met an unlikely end as she fell from the balcony, sources there claimed it was suicide has her had been cut with the dagger hound in her hands.

The sudden appearance prompted nearly the entire household of the red keep and its visiting lords to investigate before it was identified as to who the scepta was.

Soldiers, lords, the hand, king and queen all rushed to the infant Prince Joffrey's room.

There Lord Victor Von Carstien knocked down the doors…but there was no sign of any intrusion in room as knights and soldiers under the kings banner flooded into the room.

The royal heir himself was safe, but great measures that taken since that night to ensure that this didn't happen again. Queen Cersei kept her son close to her at all times, she had his crib moved to her chambers and personally fed him, clothed him and bathed him until his coming of age.

But that night... as servants, lords and the royal court all went to sleep. A bloodcurdling roar startled the inhabitants.

Though the cause of which was never discovered, the peasants that night believed it to be a forgotten Targaryen dragon that had awoken from a long dominant slumber.

The Hand claimed it was the Von Carstiens but no one would hear his cries of deranged madness.

Others believed it to be a simple storm.

Whatever it may be remains a mystery