Devil of Devils

The Valyrian magical system is fundamentally steeped in the principles of sacrifice. While someone could argue that all magics follow this rule, after all even my magic circles system 'sacrifices' magical energy and concentration in order to work, these guys took it to another level altogether.

From something as simple as creating a softball sized fireball to warding whole cities with fearsome barriers, there was a need to sacrifice blood and/or life, either their own or of others.

As a result, direct combat using pure magic spells was a very wasteful and costly endeavor so they made sure throughout the centuries of their civilization to hone and advance all other disciplines of magic as far as humanly possible, like enchanting and warding. Hell they managed through rituals to create a whole new species.

I am talking of course about the Dragons. Yep, you heard right, dragons are not a 'natural' species but a combination of some flying draconic beasts that reside in Sothoryos imbued while still in their eggs with the life force of firemages that had been ritualistically killed via the magma of the volcanoes of Valyria. Gruesome? Absolutely, but the results speak for themselves. While not even a blip on the power levels of the Dragons of my original world, they none the less make for some excellent familiars.

During my first year in Essos aside from dealing with Asshai and training Lorkan I had spent a lot of time in Valyria. Gaining the lore of their civilization from Tyraxes, Goddess of reason, wisdom, intelligence, skill, peace, warfare and battle strategy opened many doorways and new plans for my self-appointed mission of conquest.

First, using the divine energy 'gifted' to me I returned the Thirteen Flames to dormancy stopping anymore noxious gases and volcanic dust from being released into the environment, though it had the adverse effect of releasing Guardian from his slumber.

Guardian was a huge red dragon that was put in stasis by the Gods both as a watchdog of their territory as well as a tool to awaken more dragons from their eggs when the time came for Valyria to make a 'glorious return'.

The poor beast had been so thoroughly mind-fucked to be fanatically loyal to the Gods that sensing their demise, it went on a rampage trying to kill and destroy anything in sight. I couldn't take control of it but I was more than capable enough to return it to its slumber until I had need for it.

Second, I pillaged every single building I could find, stripping them of gold, Valyrian steel and whatever books and texts had been preserved under wards. Done with my treasure acquisition, I chose one of the more opulent castes to restore for my personal use at a later date and slowly but methodically erased all other hints of human touch from the whole peninsula.

Third, using rituals of fertility and purification I encouraged the rapid restoration of the environment and lastly I used a humongous ritual to hide the whole peninsula under an illusion of doom and give all idiots that thought of approaching feelings of dread and terror that would make even the most hardened men piss themselves and cry for their mothers as well as an incessant need to go everywhere but here.

Of course none of those things would have been possible without the aggressive volunteering of hundreds of slavers, rapists and murderers that gave their lives for the greater good. My Greater Good that is.

Disembarking on the beach of the previously barren wasteland at the beginnings of the year 289 AC, I couldn't help but admire the changes of the place. Vegetation had exploded with a vengeance. The nutrients of the volcanic ash as well as the fertility rituals had done a very good work with the place. I could even see the beginnings of young forests scattered here and there.

Unfortunately I hadn't gone there to admire the nature, there was work to be done. Reaching a clearing an hour's walk from the beach, I saw the terrified and awed gazes of the pirates that were solely focused on the huge red dragon sleeping inside a shallow pit in the center of the clearing. The pit was connected to another twenty smaller pits through small channels and inside each of them was a dragon's egg.

Smiling in glee, I used a sleeping spell to subdue the slightly useful trash and tied each one of them on a wooden pole behind each of the eggs. Taking a dagger I made an incision to the palm of my right hand and spilt my blood on top of every egg.

With the initial stage of the ritual done, I waited until the sun reached its peak on the sky and begun the main event. Drawing my HMS I decapitated Guardian with a single swing of my blade and waited for his blood to fill the main pit and let it flow through the channels to the eggs, submerging them completely beneath the crimson life giving liquid.

And then drawing on my magic I cast my strongest fire magic on the draconic blood. The highly flammable draconic blood, causing twenty pillars of crimson flames to rise 20 feet into the air, the roars of the flames drowning the brief screams of agony of the 'volunteers'.

A few minutes later my hands were full of twenty dragon hatchlings of various colors all vying for my attention. Playing with them for a while, I fed them through a bottle a mixture of chicken blood and wine and sent them into my Devil's Dream (the name of my dimension).

I would wait for them to grow up a little and then 10 of them will remain in my dimension because having my own dragon flight is too cool for me to resist and the other 10 will be relocated back in Valyria that I had renamed as the Dragon Sanctuary. The presence of almost a dozen dragons will do wonders with the declining potency of mana in the planet for a start and the eventual birth of more dragons will hopefully improve it even more. Of course, having bound them in my blood, neither them nor their descendants would be able to be bound by any other bloodline and I made sure to destroy every single one of the enchanted dragon horns that were used by the Valyrians to more easily enslave them. I will not allow anyone (aside from me) to use dragons as a weapon of conquest or any other kind of weapon for that matter.

Done with the Dragon Sanctuary for the moment, I decided to have some fun. Thinking about it I headed for Meereen. Their fighting pits were pretty popular after all and nothing is more amusing than fleecing slavers of their coin all the while busting some heads.

In my two week stint in the fighting pits, I had taken the persona of Rias Gremory, the handsome, male, sellsword that had taken every challenger down with contemptible ease all the while earning huge amounts of coin by betting on himself, to the adulation of the crowds and the annoyance of the Archons that were losing money fast.

It was there that I also met two people that through my time in Planetos (and even beyond) became very dear friends and lovers. Their names were Oberyn Martell, second Prince of Dorne, Master Poisoner and all around horny scoundrel and his paramour Ellaria Sand, the self-proclaimed voice of reason between us three. Apparently, Oberyn had 'accidentally' killed one of the sons of one of his brother's not so devoted bannermen and had to be exiled for a few years as punishment.

Our first meeting was funnily enough, inside the fighting pit. The adrenaline junkie that he was couldn't resist the idea of challenging someone that had curb-stomped everyone on his path and after I gave him the most thorough spanking of his life (my superior parameters, Hunter's training and Warlord's Essence making me something of a God of War by this point) he offered to buy me a drink which I graciously accepted.

The one drink became two, the two became 10 and by the time we were done three tavern's, a brothel and an Archon's manse had caught fire, a small slave rebellion had commenced and me and the two Dornish nutjobs I call friends had been found hightailing it out of Meereen posthaste on our horses while cackling in delight. Fun times.

From Meereen we went south to Yunkai and after we had our fill there (without burning anything this time) we headed for Astapor. It was on our way towards the third sister that the beginnings of my conquest begun.

[FLASHBACK]

Clop!Clop! The sounds of the leisure trotting of three horses could be heard as they moved on top of a dirt road towards the city of Astapor.

"Hey, Obi!" said the red-haired 'male' sellsword on top of a huge white stallion.

"Hmm?" grunted in question an olive skinned handsome man with dimples that was occasionally drinking from a flask of watered wine.

"We have been having lots of fun until now but I think will get boring if we continue like this, so what do you say we do something different?" continued the secret devil cheerily.

"Define different" replied the Prince in boredom a hint of interest in his voice.

"Oh nothing much, just the conquering of Essos. I am thinking from Qarth to Braavos would make for a nice solid Empire. Don't you think?" chirped the redhead completely ignoring the befuddled looks 'he' was receiving from 'his' companions.

"Has the heat addled your brain dear?" added Ellaria with a hint of concern but mostly exasperation, well used to the shenanigans of her paramour and his interesting and completely oblivious friend that he was trying and failing to seduce. To her personal amusement.

"Oh come on guys" said Rias with a not-pout "we can totally do it, I will be the Supreme Emperor, Ellaria can be my Hand and Oberyn will make for a perfect Head Diplomat (read: Head of the Imperial Assassin's Guild)."

"That's a nice dream love but I am afraid that no matter how good with a blade you are, without an army you can't do any conquering and last I checked 3 people an army doesn't make". replied Oberyn while snorting in amusement thinking that the absurd conversation ended, completely missing the mischievous expression on his friend's face.

[Three Dyas Later – The Middle of Year 289 A.C. – Astapor]

"UNSULLIED! I AM RIAS GREMORY, I COMMAND YOU NOW! SPARE ALL THE SLAVES AND THE CHILDREN, KILL EVERY MASTER AND SLAVER TO THE LAST!" shouted towards the 15 thousand Unsullied the now named Rias Gremory with the Three Headed Whip raised high in one hand and the Holy Moonlight Sword in the other dripping with the blood of a few Good Masters.

To the right side of the red-haired menace stood Oberyn and Ellaria, faraway looks in their eyes trying to figure out how things escalated so quickly.

"Well, think of the bright side my love. At least you won't get bored for the foreseeable future." commented the Dornish beauty weakly, trying to find a silver-lining to the latest mess she was dragged into.

Nodding with a serious on his face, Oberyn, Prince of Dorne took a sip from his wine flask and spoke "My brother is going to kill me. Slowly."

All the while in the background Rias decapitated another Good Master while cackling in glee.

[END FLASHBACK]

It only got more interesting from there.