"Speech"

'Inner Speech'

[Flashback] locations and time

-Character POV-

Gamer (Skills) {Traits}[Quests]

"Any injury we do to a man must be such that we need not fear his vengeance."
― Machiavelli, Niccolo, The Prince

-Amir-

[July 2013]

Ilia Residence

Midnight

The moon was high in the starless sky as I approached my family's manor with quiet, solemn steps. I was clad in a pristine black suit and loafers, along with white rubber gloves and a white opera mask to obscure my features until it was time. Breathing deeply, I pushed back the iron gate to the property, the same place where many of my most precious childhood memories were created.

"Keep moving forward" I muttered to myself in an effort to maintain my calm facade.

Traversing the front of the property with clenched fists, I couldn't help but contemplate the series of events surrounding the betrayal of my closest family and those I loved the most. The wounds were still as raw as the day they were inflicted.

As a growing boy, I understood the importance of my family and our holdings in the Persian gulf, our history and place in the middle eastern political bubble, notwithstanding the wealth and reputation at our disposal. Using my cunning and lust for power, I endeavoured to look forward when my contemporaries sought to relive the golden ages of the caliphates of old Arabia.

With that in mind, I refined a culture of vicious business within my country and was well known for my propensity to deny rivals any advantage. My calm and calculating demeanour turned out to be well suited for that line of work.

Despite all that, I held an almost implicit trust for those I loved, including my close friends, advisors and my wife Layla who helped build the business alongside me. I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering when I caught them in the act.

[Flashback 2010]

Ilia Residence

Late Evening

As I drove home to the upper class neighbourhood where my residence was located, I took a moment to appreciate my position in life and thanked God for his grace in allowing me to reach it. With the name "Ilia" on buildings and my company on global markets, I knew I was now among the elites of the world.

Pulling into my house's street, I grinned at the thought of seeing my wife after such a long day at work. Layla was truly the light of my life and a godsend during the more difficult times, when our company was fledgling and surrounded on all sides by conglomerates sniffing blood.

'I'll definitely sweep you off your feet tonight,' I smirked conspiratorially at the thought, my pants growing increasingly tight, encouraging me to speed through traffic in anticipation.

Reaching the driveway, I noticed a car parked outside my home, strange since it was unorthodox for Layla to have any visitors. My heartbeat sped as my mind raced, playing all manner of immoral deductions. Regardless, I held myself firm, not allowing the reaction to rush in like a man who held no trust in his significant other to overcome me. 'I'll at least give her the benefit of the doubt'

Uttering a quick word of prayer, I slowly parked his car, minimising noise as I reached the front door. Finding the door ajar, I slipped in, being mindful to walk in with caution. My blood froze as I heard the two familiar voices in the main living room.

"-doesn't include his portfolio regarding invisible imports does it?" A male voice spoke with clear animosity.

"Hardly, the fool would give a leadership position without blinking simply based on trust." the female replied snidely.

"All the better for us my dear, now I bore of talk of business."

"Oh?" she says with a seductive tone, her intentions easy to ascertain.

"Come here habibti and let your man please you."

After hearing that short exchange between wife and most trusted advisor, a friend and brother in all but blood, all I could do was back away quietly and leave the house, closing the door softly as the pleasured moans of my most beloved echoed throughout the hallway. Gritting my teeth hard at the revelations, I held myself back from reacting explosively even as a white hot rage consumed my being, demanding that I return and exact justice with my own two hands. I had research to do and let it not be said that Amir was not thorough in his research where his enemies were concerned.

[POV Restored]

My anger peaked into a deep rooted antipathy towards anything regarding my ex-wife and my former best friend since then. After spending years on the run to avoid the private investigators they no doubt sent, I discovered the full breadth of their misdeeds. Hostile takeovers were conducted deceptively and shares were traded internally, leaving me without any bona-fide power to direct the company in a meaningful way. They even denied me the opportunity to bring my concerns to the office of the attorney general as they were also involved in some of the international transactions. Effectively, I was without any wealth and with no recourse, I had to resort to the no access to assets and no avenue to leave the country, I swallowed my pride and hid in my city like a rat, waiting for the perfect opportunity to return the favour.

'After all where the peaceful is impossible the violent is inevitable' was muttered internally as I made my way across the courtyard. They had taken everything from me and I would have my recompense. After three years, it was highly anticipated.

Entering the house using my old key, surprise flittered through me as I realised that my whore ex-wife didn't even bother to change the locks after my long hiatus.

"And I thought she couldn't be more disappointing" I spoke, wondering if the woman I thought I loved considered me weak enough to tuck tail and run away from my life's work. "I'll have to disabuse her of that notion"

Reaching for the suit jacket pocket, my gloved hand wrapped around the grip of my trusty golden desert eagle, a gift from my late father and mentor as I explored the familiar entrance of my old home. Finding it empty, I swallowed the feelings of nostalgia and loss that threatened to emerge and attempted to adopt a mask of tranquillity. I swore to not give them the satisfaction of seeing me broken emotionally at their conduct.

As I stalked my way to the master bedroom, I discovered them on the bed cuddling peacefully in their sleep. I could feel the rough beating of my heart echo in my chest as I entered the room, locking the door behind me. Taking a moment to centre myself, I aimed the pistol at my old friend and squeezed the trigger with no visible emotion, as if disposing of trash.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Layla screamed as she was awoken violently from the loud sound of the gun.

"Well darling?" I questioned in my usual smooth baritone "Did you truly think that I would leave all I've earned in my life in the hands of a swindler?"

She was deathly silent as she heard the words. Slowly, she attempted to say her piece. "A-Amir, my beloved, w-what is..."

"YOU WILL NOT!" I shouted in rage, lips curling in disgust at her attempt to appeal to the non-existent dregs of our relationship. In my eyes, she truly could sink no lower. It was decided then and there that she deserved a more volatile form of punishment.

Approaching the woman, I swung the weapon in my hand at her head. She screamed as she fell from the bed onto the ground, blood trailing from her temple to the carpeted bedroom floor.

"Stay on the floor where you belong, whore" I whispered into the room, my emotionless voice carrying through the room like frost, leaving her reeling from the cold disposition of her scorned partner.

"P-please..." her voice was cut off by a foot to the jaw, the expensive loafers I wore now coated in more blood. From that point, I would waste no more energy attempting to verbalise anything to her, though. She would simply be an animal to be used and abused for my pleasure.

Throwing my gun to the bed, I reached down and began to rip away at her clothing when I stilled in surprise at the sight in front of me, a developed baby bump. My mind raced at the implications of what I saw and truthfully, uncertainty filled me, if only for a moment.

My mind harkened back to my own rough childhood, of fighting in the mud amongst the other ambitious men of my nation to rise to the top. The thought of some bastard making use of my gains, earned through my blood, sweat and tears and that of my ancestors made me incensed with anger. At that moment, my body relaxed as I came to a decision.

"I'll not have some ridiculous revenge plot present itself in 20 years because I showed a donkey like yourself mercy. I'll leave that to God", was spoken decisively, making my intentions clear. Her face paled as she understood, nevertheless she remained lying down, shaking intermittently. Tears slid down her face and she closed her eyes in anticipation of the end of her life and that of her unborn babe.

I swiftly delivered, one strong kick landing on her abdomen resulting in a sharp scream accompanying the pulpy feeling of the babe detaching from the uterus walls, ending its life prenatally. Grabbing the gun once more, I wrested it into her hand, pointing it to the roof of her mouth and without a second thought to our shared past, pulled the trigger.

Exhaling slowly after the deed was done, I turned around and without looking back, left the master bedroom and walked out of the house, gun resting in my pocket. 'Ostensibly, my revenge is complete but what now?' I contemplated, unsure of what to do. It would be fair to say that I was very much directionless now, having now acquired the prize, three years after the slight was made.

Entering the nondescript van I arrived in, the sounds of sirens loudly declared the presence of law enforcement. Immediately, muscles sprang into action and I reached for my weapon but was unable to beat the training of the forces sent to eliminate me and they were sent to do so, I realised.

I cursed internally as I finally understood my fatal mistake. The government after all, seeks to strengthen its position first and foremost. "Anger clouds the mind so that it cannot perceive the truth indeed" I muttered bitterly. Amidst the blaring sounds and harsh words around me, I slowly came to grips with the fact that there would be no survival for me, as the sole claimant of the company, the sole individual that could prevent a public acquisition. With bloodshot eyes and sweaty palms, I mustered up the courage to act before an action is done upon me. As a businessman with some illicit dealings, I was no stranger to the inhumanly cruel execution methods in my country.

As the armoured men surrounded me, I let out a laugh that was dark and malevolent. Forcing a smirk as I brought the gun to my own temple, I spoke with a puffed out chest, my words reverberating around the area for all to hear "Only God can judge me now!"

Without missing a beat, I squeezed the trigger and without hearing my own shot, my life was snuffed out.

-?-

Unknown location

Unknown time

Darkness pervaded the senses of the shade in question. It swayed aimlessly in place for a time that was immeasurable, unable to discern any heading in the void. It tried to recall anything about its past and current predicament but nothing came to mind.

A Heavy presence made itself known behind the shade which caused the creature to experience fear for the first time in its short recollection. It was akin to the smallest and most insignificant of bugs facing against the mightiest of the primordial gods.

The spirit turned around slowly, knowing that if the being before it wished so, nothing could prevent its destruction. As it waited for the being to make it's intentions known, it considered his physical features. Silver white hair cascaded down soft, alabaster skin. Strong features were distinct on his face, surrounding the ice blue eyes that stared into his own. He was otherwise nude.

"Dude, at least say no homo before staring at the goods" He spoke coolly.

The presence could not understand what the strong being spoke of and the being only sighed after a period of silence, seemingly understanding the issue with him.

"Ah, no memories? This is why I don't make a habit of picking up random souls regularly. In any case, that can be easily rectified" and with a simple wave of the hand, a sense of self returned to the shade. Images, sounds and sensations rushed back into him. Anger and betrayal, love and pride, fear and resolve all mixed in the whirlpool that was his soul. Some time passed as Amir, now with his full faculties realised his current position. Looking around, he noticed that he had no physical body, taking time to consciously attempt to move parts of his 'spectral' form.

"Have a name, boyo?" The being asked roughly, tapping his feet in impatience.

Amir was not an overly religious man for someone from his country but even he understood that all this was highly unorthodox. If he was to hazard a guess, he was in the presence of some sort of strangely exuberant deity.

Amir came to a realisation shortly after that no deity would call to him without some special reason. If he was to be judged, after all, his conscious presence would hardly be required. With that, he calmed down considerably, discerning that some sort of offer would be made to him. Where deals were concerned, Amir was certainly proficient. Adopting a cool mask, he spoke with an unperturbed voice.

"Amir Ilia, Its a pleasure to make your acquaintance though you have me at a disadvantage. May I know who I'm speaking to?"

Grinning as if he could understand his inner thoughts, he-"I can, by the way" the god answered him with a lilting, jovial voice. "Well, not a god but close enough" he muttered quickly, "Shiro the Gamer and you're at my service now!" The being now known as the Gamer exclaimed, as he spread his arms wide, presenting himself with a flamboyant flair.

"Is that so? How can I help?" Amir questioned subserviently, understanding who held the power in this specific transaction.

Shiro smiled and spoke to Amir, not unkindly. "You're one sick sunovabitch ain'tcha! I had some fun watching that home-made fetus deletus, a masterful performance indeed!" He giggled before quickly snuffing it out and continuing "I have need for some 'driven' individuals amongst my ranks to colonise the various multiverses. I have better things to do than jump from world to world, like fucking my girls".

Amir realised what the godly being was implying and with excitement, he jumps at the chance. He holds no ambiguity about where his soul will end up if he truly dies, especially considering his various evil deeds committed during his life. The Gamer, picking up his motivation to escape the eternal fiery damnation of hell merely chuckles at him, patting his shoulder in a friendly placating manner.

With a quick movement of his left arm, The Gamer threw a shard of some type of clear crystalline material into Amir's chest, causing pain to blossom all over his intangible frame. The knowledge of fictional narratives from all sources such as books, T.V. and novels to cartoons, anime and manga flooded his consciousness in the span of a few seconds. There was even some pop culture references and general memes from the future. It was certainly large in scope, though not necessarily deep or conclusive. To Amir that confirmed that the multiverse exists as a corollary of humans' collective imagination, otherwise, why would it be necessary?

This understanding brought forward the old feelings of solipsism that Amir once held as a young man who felt that he was the only one who was free of programming or a controlling force, as if they were not people in the same way that he was. In a fictional world that arose as a result of a humans' imagination however, there is none of the plausible deniability that plagued him in his origin world. With the possibility of ascending towards apotheosis and godhood, there can be no doubt as to his nature and the nature of the world he will be inhabiting in the future. If only he exists then it's his right to rule them as their god.

"Go forth, my child! Go and make chaos in the world! Git Gud! Get Hoes! Make life your bitch and you too can become a god like myself!" The Gamer cackled loudly, his entire body shaking in mirth. "I'll even throw in a boon for you, my friend, in light of that insightful monologue!" he says in good humour.

His lips twitched at the thought of surviving to live another day. 'Whatever happens in the next life, I'll not allow anything or anyone to treat me as a pawn to be used in one scheme or another" he promised to himself, a promise bound to his soul.

With a final glance at the godly being, Amir's eyes closed and his senses left him. Echoes of laughter, unhinged and maniacal could be heard throughout the void.

With a sharp snap of his head, The Gamer looked into the eyes of the third party observer. "Tut tut tut" he verbalised with a slight shake of his index finger, adopting a scolding tone. "No one likes a voyeur" and with a movement of his hand, the observer was forced out.

-The Gamer-

Now alone, his face became like stone and the mirth disappeared from his eyes. The Gamer approached the brilliant crystal that materialised in place of the random individual, the representation of his soul in the void as a static object. Taking it within his hand, the Gamer squeezed, cracks forming and running along the length as he did so. With no emotion, he gripped the crystal until only dust remained.

Taking the remnants into his palm, he reforged it once more with a mere flex of his power. The new crystal was merely a small shard, an incomplete amalgam of Amir and the knowledge he held.

"Can't let you have it too easy, now can I?"

-Viserys Targaryen-

[298 AC]

Illyrio's Manse

Pentos

The pale light of the moon shone through the ornate window as Viserys 'The Beggar King' Targaryen, third of his name relaxed into his plush soft bed, the silky material appealing to his expectations as royalty, at last. As his silver hair flared across the thick pillow, his violet eyes crinkled at the thought of his long lost birthright finally being within reach. All that was delaying him were the savages slowly making their way to Illyrio's manse. Viserys was unsure as to the magisters' intentions, truth be told but it didn't really mean much in the grand scheme of things. Whatever the fat fool wanted would be given once he sat the Iron throne.

As a small child, he remembers the shame and disgrace he had to endure, begging as a pauper would, as if he was one of the many smallfolk undesirables. He grimaced as the memory of being forced to sell his mothers crown resurfaced. His hand was forced, simply for sustenance, to prolong hope that he could one day return to the power that he was due.

As he gazed into the starless sky, Viserys surprisingly found himself recollecting something from his youth, when he was a small child with no ambition living in the shadow of his older brother.

Rhaegar, the melancholic, broody shit that he was, found himself trying to explain that the moon served as a deity for some horse riding savages in Essos, trying to interpret it as some sort of metaphor or another. Viserys wasn't listening but that didn't mean he wasn't observing him and in hindsight, his older brothers' crazed flights of fancy were noticeable even then. If only his father had realised earlier that the future of Targaryen rule rested not with the eldest and his foolish belief in prophecies and the supernatural, much like his grandfather Jaehaerys II but with the youngest, who was both present and ready to overcome his brother. Smiling ruefully, he pondered on what could have been.

As he languidly stretched on the bed, his thought shifted to that of his late mother, the kind Queen Dowager Rhaella. He would be remiss to fail to mention his mother and her role in motivating him to pursue his birthright in Westeros, even if he didn't forgive her fully for her disregard of him during his childhood. He felt little at his complacence regarding the promise to protect Daenerys, though. Viserys was certain that his mother was a dragon first and foremost and would not deny him even if he chose to ignore her words.

His feelings about his sweet sister were much more discordant in nature. He always thought of her as a burden of sorts, one that would make his return to his homeland more difficult. She was also the only living family he had, the only one left to support him. He was reluctantly grateful for such a thing, even if he seldom made it known. That being said, she remained just a tool for him to wield and command, to increase the power and prestige of his fallen house. 'One supporter in place of another' he thought, still holding some residual blame for his mother's death on her, often making itself known whenever the bitch did something foolish. He sneered at that contemplation. 'She rouses my dragon like no other'. With her small and pretty features, cascading long silver hair and bright violet eyes, she made for a delicious morsel indeed.

A cruel smirk surfaced on his face as an idea formed in his mind. He would seek her out before she was tainted by the Essosi horse-fucker, and he would fuck his own bastard into her. It was just the honour that she deserved for her sacrifice, he decided.

Shaking himself from his machinations, he opted to give his sweet sister the pleasure of his company another time, he was much too eager to relax for the time being. His body still held some of the after-effects of his years of desperation on the streets of Braavos. Thoughts of his sister's soft, supple body accompanied him as he slowly fell into a deep slumber.

AN: My First time writing so I'm still figuring stuff out...There's like 2 decent Si's as Viserys so I thought I'd give it a try. This is the introduction, next chapter will set up the insert as well as some limits. Follow and comment pls. Go check out granddaddy The Dark Wolf Shiro for the good shit.

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