AN: Really sorry about this unexpected hiatus, I've been having Internet issues for the past couple of days, so I couldn't post the scheduled chapters of The Wolf and The Serpent.
The citizens of King's Landing all thought about what Voldemort had proclaimed.
"There is only ME! I AM YOUR GOD!"
Regardless of what the remaining septons and priests proclaimed, there was no way they anyone in the city could challenge him.
So for all intents and purposes, Voldemort might as well be their god.
After all, their gods had not been witnessed saved in ancient legends, that might as well be mummer's farces, yet Lord Voldemort was there in the flesh and had demonstrated abilities that seemed godlike.
By this point in time, Voldemort had successfully created a new breed of Death Eaters.
No longer, did the horrible creatures stalk the city at night, they stalked them during the day too, in full view of all.
The intent of Voldemort's experiments had finally become clear, when they witnessed the undead monstrosities patrolling the city.
Ravens no longer could leave the city, so with no access to the outside world, the citizens of King's Landing had no way to warn others of Voldemort's new army.
All of them knew that with no way out, it was only a matter of time before they too became a part of Voldemort's creations.
Cersei Lannister was terrified.
Along with Jaime, Tommen, and Myrcella she had hidden in one of the cottages near the edge of King's Landing.
There had no point to keep her relationship with Jaime a secret any longer so she told her children.
They had taken the truth surprisingly well, but it was probably because of all the other things that been going on around them.
When had everything had gone so wrong? Cersei questioned herself.
In hindsight, Cersei should have suspected something when she saw the blackened earth around Ned in the godswood.
Yet, she had allowed herself to be distracted by Ned uncovering the truth between her and Jaime.
Similarly she should have been suspicious when the gaoler had reported that Ned seemed to exert some control over his mind.
Again, she had been distracted by trying to ensure she had power after the chaos following Robert's death.
Now, she was paying her penance, by having to live in a hovel like a peasant.
After Lord Voldemort had forced her to kill Joffrey, she had nearly killed herself.
She wondered why this was happening to her, and she was reminded of all her past sins, killing Jon Arryn, killing Robert...
Well, she supposed she deserved it, but that didn't make it feel any better.
Ned Stark was helpless.
He simply observed the world through Voldemort's senses, but was unable to interact with it in any way.
He wasn't even able to communicate with Voldemort.
It was the worst form of torture, watching Voldemort do things and making preparations that would most likely destroy everyone he loved, and being helpless to stop any of it.
Voldemort was pleased.
His rule in King's Landing was unchallenged, after all what else could a wizard be amongst muggles, other than a god.
How the wizards of his world seemed to feel the need to establish the Statute of Secrecy, when an individual wizard could easily subjugate entire cities of Muggles, was beyond him. It was most likely due to Muggle lovers like Dumbledore, he reasoned.
So far, his plans had been going along perfectly.
All resistance had been squashed, the majority of the citizens of King's Landing were Inferi, even the sellswords, as Inferi were simply superior in every way to standard humans.
It was only a matter of rounding up the remaining humans and converting them.
King's Landing contained about a quarter million people, so once they had all been converted, Voldemort's army would be nearly unstoppable and be would be able to conquer the world with ease.
Now that world domination was seeming like a possibility, Voldemort found himself wondering what to do when he achieved it.
Westeros was in panic.
There had been no communications from King's Landing in several days.
The last communication had reported wights freely roaming the streets, and the sorceror Lord Voldemort having declared himself a God.
There were a few who had taken offense at this blasphemous suggestion, and a small host had been assembled to assault King's Landing.
None of them had ever been seen again.
For once in its history, Westeros was truly united.
All the Lords, Ladies, even commonfolk turned their attentions away from their politicking and squabbling amongst themselves and began focusing on their common enemy.
Legends of Others in the North were no longer ignored, some particularly foolish individuals went to seek them out never to be seen again.
Some fled.
Others began to seek help from Essos and debts were called in.
Surprisingly, Essos sent aid in response, angry at Lord Voldemort's affront to their religion, the priests and priestesses of R'hllor began to arrive en masse.
There were those who even went seeking help from even more exotic places like Asshai, Ulthos and the lands beyond.
And from these lands help came.
No longer was it just Westeros united, realizing what was possibly at stake, the entire world united in their common mission.
There were a few who decided to take advantage of this time of panic to seize power, but those insurgencies had been ruthlessly put down, and the insurgents punished so horribly that none dared try again.
Then the planning began.
Everyone agreed that Lord Voldemort was powerful, possibly powerful enough to destroy them all.
However, it was possible to beat an enemy stronger than oneself through being more intelligent or the element of surprise.
Though Voldemort was a sorceror of unimaginable power he was not smarter than a united world.