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

13. Chapter 13

Age of Terror Reign of the Night Ch 13

Hello again everyone. Apologies for the long wait, however this like many other projects have been slow in the making.

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Enjoy this chapter.

Normal thought and speech.

Vampire thoughts and speech (Thoughts/ talking)

Ellyn's disguised voice

Victor's true voice (Speaking.)

Age of Terror Reign of the Night Ch 13

Shadows at Play

The hour of the owl was present in the capital of Kingslanding.

The pale crescent moon shined down upon the land, casting what illuminating light it could upon the land swallowed by shadows and darkness.

And the capital was no different. The lit touches and blazers casted more darkness then push it away, with the flicker of flames distorting and creating more shadows within the alleys and roads of this city.

From the royal castle that casted its imposing shadow over the rats and filth in its presence, a dark silhouette leapt from the high window from one of the royal apartments and fell like a dark rain drop but landed on the ground below with the weight of a feather.

Slipping by the sight and senses of the patrolling guardsmen as it climbed and leaped beyond the bounds of the castle walls and into the city below.

The darkness shrouded its presence, and the moonlight only seem to aid in cloaking the figure in shadows.

It was only when the shadowy figure walked into the light of one of the torches that it dissipated the cloak of shadows to reveal Ellyn.

Unmasked and in her visage which spotted a simple slim dress, underneath a dark hooded cloak that wrapped around her frame.

She moved through the corners and back alleys like a dark wind.

Passing with ease and silence along the near vacant streets.

Ellyn stalked the streets like a predator...but unfortunately this night, was not the usual night of the hunt.

It was not blood that she hungered for, but potential recruits.

The task given to her by her master and husband Victor.

Ellyn knew the basic foundation of the Game of Thrones.

Alliances will both built on trust and blackmail, just as easily as keeping ones allies and enemies within reach with both spies and assassins.

Everyone, no matter the birth status, was a potential asset to be used.

Bastards, Whores, Low folk, Merchants, Septon's, Septas, Measters, Heirs, Heiress, Lords and Ladies were all tools to one and another.

People who knew how to reach out to them, how to use and crush them were people who dominated the game all too well.

Tywin himself being a prime example.

All Feared him and feared being his enemy in one way or another. Everyone was all too eager to jump at his command just to prove themselves as being useful instead of being an obstacle.

His own bannermen and family were not friends or allies. But Tools as well, to used as he saw fit.

Ellyn was on the prowl to recruit her first minion, her first pawn in this game of conquest that was barely out of its planning stages.

She had thought of the first place to find her first eyes and ears.

Her twists, turns and flight above the rooftops of the many buildings within this dysfunctional metropolises bought her to the place where she knew she could find her recruits.

The Brothel.

This den of inequity never knew rest or pause, as the men and women within this house of pleasure, gave their bodies and souls to any man or woman with a purse full of gold.

Located in the streets of silk, this whore house amongst many others, as said in the commoner's tongue, produced many bastards that continued to populate the kingdom and make the numbers for this ever populated Capital.

It was also here...that many secrets were carried within the heated winds of passion, as men and women, dumbstruck by passions and lust, freely spoke of their secrets and intents.

It came to no surprise that this establishment was under the control of Lord Petyr Baelish.

The master of coin, whose own personal wealth flowed from many similar buildings throughout the kingdom.

And it also served as his eye's and ears throughout the kingdom.

Ellyn knew first hand how easily men were governed by their primitive urges.

Her husband was no exception...former husband that is. Walderan Tarbeck was like any rich lord she knew in her life in the westerlands...well rich wasn't a word to describe him, as by the time she was married to him. His family's financial status was sinking into the mud much worse than hers, but still he pinched what coppers and dragons he could to still pay for his whores.

Only when she had married him, did his family's wealth improve, which also increased the frequency of whores he brought.

Ellyn, like any good mother, did what she could to ensure her children's happiness, safety...and legitimacy.

The whores who bore her husband's lusts and bastards, did not live long to give birth to dissention to her children's rights to their father's lands and titles.

They would have inherited a rich kingdom were it not for the arrival of Tytos's thrice damned offspring returning from the war.

Ellyn could not curse the name of Tywin anymore then she already had.

The man and his entire family fuelled her ambitions and motivated her to reach to a height of power, that the gods themselves would be envious of.

But back to the present, Ellyn stood in the shadows of the brothel before her.

The candle lights burning within, shined out from the curtain covered windows. The sounds of bodily movements and the cries of pleasure echoed from within.

There is a heavy musk of bodily fluids that permeated the already foul air of the city.

Ellyn wished she had an alternative to picking her first spies. But the nobility was beyond her reach for the moment. She could not trust the vipers and rats amongst them, who would oust them out within a heartbeat if it meant their own ascension in power and standing.

She would have to wait until she knew more about her fellow aristocrats and established herself once more within the circles of nobility before reaching out to them.

Ellyn climbed to another rooftop and circled around the building.

Seeing through the curtains and windows that unpleasant fornicating that burned her eyes as she searched for the perfect candidate to serve her.

So far, all of the women and men she saw did not meet her expectations.

Too old.

Too ugly.

Or carrying a disease that she could smell upon their skin.

It seemed to Ellyn that this would be a huge waste of time. There was nothing she could gain from this whore house.

Ellyn was about to leave...with the possibility of returning back to her room when...she heard it.

Struggles and a desperate cry for help reached her enhanced senses that picked up what the natural hearing of others couldn't sense over the other noises that drowned everything else out.

Ellyn followed the sounds, curious as she came upon the site of a young girl, barely the age of flowering being dragged out of the brothel from the back entrance by a group of rugged men.

Ellyn watched and stalked them high from the vantage point of her position, she could see the lone girl, struggling in the grip of one large man who dragged her by her wrists, followed closely behind by four others.

They soon came a dark alley corner; the lead threw her into the dead end. And all five men blocked the only way out as they leered over the scared and snivelling girl.

"P-PLEASE!" she begged, clutching herself against the wall as a desperate means of protection "Somebody! Please help me!?" She pleaded out to anyone who would act upon her cries for help.

But here in Kingslanding... Such pleas' fell on deaf ears.

The denizens were used to the harshness of the corruption and tyranny of the local gangs, and the city watch, who formerly used to protect the people of the crown city. But now, have become the tyrants themselves, exploiting profit from the merchants, simple folk and the various gangs that polluted the streets and corners of the city like the rats that infested it.

Do not ask Ellyn why she did what she did.

Because she didn't do it out of pity for the young girl.

Disgust for the thugs that was about to rape her.

Or some inking of her former humanity compelling her to save this girl.

None of those options was to why she decided to step in.

She did it, purely because she saw it as the possible first step to her plans.

She dropped down from her vantage, falling to the street behind them like a black feather, landing lightly on her feet with her cloak rearing up like a pair of wings in the moon light.

The five street thugs were unaware of the danger skulking behind them, as their leader had begun to tear off the scraggily dress from the quaking girl, who sobbed and pleaded out to any divine being out there to answer her prayer's for salvation.

...Her prayers were answered when a blood curdling scream went out "AAAARRRRGGGGGULL...!" all heads snapped backwards towards the sound of the death scream!

All actions stopped as they looked behind them to see their friend and fellow thug suspended in the air!

Lifted upwards with his chest pointing to the sky, a large black pillar that could easily be mistaken for a spear that pierced through his chest. Grasping his bleeding and beating heart within its clutches, before he was dropped harshly and caringly with his now still organ thrown to the ground beside him.

Anger rushed into the remaining men, as they forgot about their previous intent on the girl, and now whirled around with their teeth bared like animals, and their hands grasping their previously concealed knives and flails.

"You picked the wrong gang to mess with, you bastard!" their leader, the one who previously had torn the shoulder strap of the young girl's dress, now pointed his crude and rusty dagger at Ellyn with an ugly sneer on his ugly face.

"Do you know who we are!? We're the Blackmud gang!" Ellyn snorted at the ridiculous name these plebeians chose for themselves...then again, they were common folk, creativity and literacy was above their feeble little minds

They heard the sound from her, and two of them charged right at her, weapons raised to beat and slash.

But Ellyn had met them. Like a dark shadow, she leaped forward, passing by the two in the blink of an eye.

Metre's away behind her, they stopped...a few moments of silence before blood rained from their necks and they fell.

That courage and rage was immediately replaced with fear for the remaining two men.

The gang leader and his friend flinched backwards and were now hesitant in facing off against this being.

They had no means of escape, the alley that they chose only had one way out.

And Ellyn blocked it as she stood before the now cornered men. Who cowered before her, she could hear the quicken beats of their frightened little hearts.

Drumming so fast she could dance to their beat.

Ellyn smiled a predatory smile, her fangs flashing in the darkness with their red eye's beaming from under the cloak of her hood.

To all of them, she looked like a demon in the darkness. The kind that the old tales from the faith of the seven and the old gods used to tell stories about such dark creatures that preyed upon mortals.

Ellyn was feeling that surge of adrenaline and bloodlust rush through her, she delighted in the terror and fear she implemented into these lesser men.

Something within her, the Beast as victor came to call it. Felt as though it was purring in delight, over the sheer terror she compelled within the men before her.

She felt the urge to feed that fear she sensed, and bath in the awe she received from her spectators.

She felt the desire to display her superiority over these mortals.

And so, she decided to present her godly powers to these witnesses to her divinity.

Ellyn looked at the closest of them, the other thug who took a hesitating step backward when her red gleaming eye's snapped to him.

She stood there...menacingly and before any of them could react- "AH! AHHHHHHHH!" the thug busted into flames!

Magical blue fire erupted and eat at the screaming form of the street thug, who cried and wailed as he moved and flailed about, his entire body swallowed in baleful fire!

The erupting light illuminated her visage to an extent, her face was paler than death, with blood red eye's and a wicked smile that showed her fangs to the two people who stared in mute horror of her now.

The once screaming burning form of 4th thug laid on the ground, his body burning to ashes with the remnants of the magical fire still burning due to Ellyn's concentration as she walked over the ethereal flame and closer to the two.

"St-stay back! DEMON!" the lone thug and leader of a pile of corpses, now cried out. Holding his dagger Shakely towards the approaching monster that now stalked towards him like a wolf cornering a sheep.

Fear and terror! The once great weapon he and his former friends utilised in their little kingdom within this cesspit, now turned on them by one who truly ruled it!

Ellyn's smile curled even more, distorting her face into a terrifying visage of a smiling demon.

In the blink of an eye, Ellyn was gone!

The thug's eye's searched frantically in the narrow corridor before him, his head twisting left and right before pain erupted in his legs!

He fell forward, flat on his face. The pain of the dirty cobblestone ground, could not compare to the pain in his legs.

As he moved to get up, but felt no ground where his feet should be.

Instead, his ankles touched and scratched against the ground, a wet, and warm feeling graced his legs as he tried to climb up.

After some tries, the thug finally looked back, he saw the demon, her cloaked back towards him as she faced the girl. His eyes then directed downwards and a sharp cry escaped from his lips.

Pain now registering as he saw the cause of it, his feet was severed from his ankles as blood erupted from his clean cut legs!

A cry went out, something that this man had never done since he was a child, born from his whore mother's womb into this festering city!

Tears flowed from his eye's as he wept and cried like a baby, mumbling incoherently as he tried to crawl away, pleading to all that would hear him to help him... he forgot the first rule of Kingslanding, and yet still he crawled desperately away from the terrible creature not far from him.

But Ellyn's attention wasn't directed at him.

She solely focused on the cowering and quivering girl that huddled close to the wall behind her.

Ellyn adopted a more...compassionate and kinder demeanour then the one she had shown moments prior "Hush child~ it alright." she whispered soothingly to the young girl, kneeling down to her level.

Ellyn slowly reached her hand out and began to stroke the girls head, in a motherly sort of her as she cooed such soothing words that she knew to calm a child. Something that she was experienced with, in raising three children.

The girl slowly but surely began to come out from her shell. She began to find the courage to stop her quiet sobbing and look at Ellyn who stared back at her with a face she had not seen since her own mother.

That fear, that crippling terror began to vanish as she now looked at Ellyn, with an inkling of hope that only grew as the vampiress said this "you need not fear me, my daughter. I have answered your prayers~" Ellyn cooed in her natural voice, never once breaking her character as she focused solely on the girl and not the man still crawling vainly towards the exit.

"W-w-Who are you?" the girl asked, feeling brave enough to speak and ask who her saviour was.

Ellyn never stopped in her motherly strokes of the girl's hair, as she answered in gentle and sweet tone "I am the one who answered your call for aid, amongst the false idols you worshipped. I am the queen of Darkness. I am the lady of the Night. I am the mother of Shadows." Ellyn stated, going with the flow as she presented herself like a previously unknown deity come to answer the prayers of her disciples.

"And you. My daughter, I have answered your call for aid."

"w-what do you want?" Shae asked, hesitant to know what her rescuer required of her. Though young, the small child learned quickly that nothing was free in this world.

"What do I want?...Faith. Like the false gods you worshipped, I want that same love and devotion to give onto them. In exchange for your unquestioning love obedience, you shall reap in the powers denied to you by those in power." Ellyn offered, her words worming its way into the little girls heart. Having the misfortune of being born to the lowly dregs of this city, instilled a deep hatred and resentment for those in power, everyone hates the high born for one reason or another. How they ruled the simple folk with an iron fist, enforcing their own laws above the laws of the gods or even to flout the very laws themselves with no one willing to call them out on it.

Ellyn easily hid the malice and nefarious intentions underneath her mask of sincerity and grace "I shall bequeath onto you, the power and gifts kings have given up kingdoms for. An mothers would sell their children to possess." she knew well enough that her own words were true.

"Power. Strength. Immortality. Eternal Beauty~" she listed off the benefits of her own vampiric condition. Strength to topple even men of extortionary size and strength. Power to raise the dead and other godly feats that mortals knew only the divine could possess. Immortality and eternal beauty were pretty much self explanatory, who wouldn't want to be immortal and eternally young instead of letting time shrivel up any woman's natural glamour.

"All these things can be yours~ All you need do, is give yourself. Your heart and soul to me~" she offered her hand out to the little girl. Her palm pointed to the sky with the neck of her fingers curved towards the child.

Ellyn watched, trying to keep her lips from curling even further and twisting into a sinister smile as the child soon came to a decision "...I-I'll do it." she said, with as much conviction as she could muster, reaching forth and taking Ellyn's hand.

"Then drink from my essence." Ellyn smile darkened, as she moved her free hand. As quick as a flash of light, she slit her own wrist. Her blood was no different then the blood of anyone else, it was crimson however the darkness of the night made it look like shadows was pouring from her open wound rather then blood.

"Take the first steps in taking control of your destiny. Become my shadow daughter and serve me~" she offered her wounded wrist to the girl, who stared at the blood that flowed from her saviour's wrist and felt something take a hold of her.

There was a compulsion when there should've been revulsion from the very thought that she would need to drink blood. But as her eye's landed upon the crimson life essence and she was mesmerised, something clicked in her as she leaned forward, Ellyn's words echoed in her mind and she wanted all that she was promised. The moment her lips touched the blood, all reason and control was wiped away as the girl latched onto Ellyn's wrist, her mouth encompassed the wrist as she sucked on the blood. Letting the tainted crimson essence pass down her tongue, something primal awakened, like a great growl deep in her soul as the first of the vampiric blood landed in her stomach.

A rumble roared within her throat before she started to drink deeply and greedily, Ellyn smiled and pulled the child into deeper her embraced "Yessss~ Drink deeply my sweet child." she cooed, stroking her back as she allowed the little girl to drink greater qualities of her blood then Creighton did.

Just when she felt enough was enough, she pushed the child away, and looked at her to see blood smeared around her mouth and down to her chin, while her eyes were half lidded and looked void of any intelligence they may have once held as she looked to be in a trance.

Ellyn smile curled into a dark and malicious expression, from her cloak she produced a dagger and held it out to the child "Now...Take your revenge upon this lowly morsel and take what is rightfully yours." she hadn't at all forgotten about last thug, who had dragged himself to some distance away but not enough that he didn't hear her words in the dead of night.

Somehow clinging to what scrap of life that he had a s he left a trail of blood in his wake, the man turned onto his back, face pale with fear and blood loss as he stared down the alley. Watching in growing horror as the girl he and his gang members were about to rape, took the knife offered to her and like a puppet on strings...she was lifted up from the ground.

There was a moment of silence before the little girl dashed into a running sprint "Nononononono!" the pitiful thug repeated a fast as his mouth could utter those words like a shielding prayer, watching in mounting horror as the girl got closer, dagger shining unnaturally in the darkness of the alley!

With his final wails of desperation, the girl pounced upon him like a savage beast, dagger plunging down like a metal tooth! Piercing flesh and cutting deep into body, rearing backing up and then thrusting back down again as the girl began to repeatedly stab the man even as his wails were drowned in blood!

Such savagery could not be described as chunks of his flesh were ripped out from his body with each plunging thrust cutting out great pieces of his skin and muscle as she retracted the knife out and thrusted it back in!

Such animalistic savagery that held no mercy or restraint, it was feral brutality as the child was more of bloodthirsty beast then human!

After a while, the bloodlust disappeared and the girls senses returned to her.

As her mind re-awakened, she saw the sight underneath her, the sight that should've had her screaming with horror as the man she pounced upon...no longer resembled a man. His face was punctured with wounds so deep and large that it ended in the back of his skull, his chest was ripped opened with organs and bones shredded from his body, leaving only a bloody and butchered mess that stained the alley in more gore then blood.

The girl just looked at the bloody mess with no fear or horror of what she did...instead...she felt nothing, not even disgust or revulsion of her actions or at what used to be the vile fiend that she butchered.

From behind, Ellyn came up to the child, smiling with pride at the bloody session of violence from her newly blooded instrument. Her hand laid gently on back of the young girl in a comforting manner "Very good my child." she said in proud parent tone, the young girl climbed off from the remains of the man she had slaughtered, unfazed by the stomach-churning scene that would have had the vilest and battle-hardened men vomiting in disgust.

The girl was on her feet and turned to face Ellyn, despite the splatter of blood smeared on her face, she smiled an innocent child like smile, with teeth bared in a wide grin of a child presenting their accomplishment to a parent.

"Tell me...What is your name?" Ellyn asked, flicking off the piece of bloodied piece of flesh off her face.

"Shae, my mother." she introduced herself and address Ellyn by the title many would be calling her by.

Ellyn smirked at her newest servant, her mind whirled with idea's as to how to utilise the little girl, but for now, she needed more than simply her "Welcome my service my Shadow Daughter. Now I have a task for you. If you prove yourself, I shall grant you all that I promised and more."

"What is your bidding...Mother?" The little girl, Shae, addressed Ellyn by a title in a former life...she wouldn't have allowed a street rat like her to even so much as utter the phase. However in this new life, this title held with it power and obedience that she knew she wielded.

"I need you to be my eyes and ears in the capital. Do what you must, find those who want something more then to live in squalor and oppression. To worship real gods and not mute idols. Do all of this, and the promise of power and eternity will be yours."

"I will do your bidding. My dark mother." The little girl said, before concealing the dagger she had been given and disappearing into the night.

All the while Ellyn watched, a superior smirk growing on her lips. "I know you will." she said, envisioning the an army of loyal followers like this little girl before her. All bowing and prostrating themselves to, like faithful worshippers to their god.

-Hours later, in the Royal apartments.-

Ellyn returned. A smile carried upon her lips throughout her return back to the Red Keep.

The guard patrols were easy to avoid, the night was her ally, the shadows her shield. They're pitiful mortal sense's could not detect her as she slipped by them with ease.

Robert nor the council had increased security since her attempt on Joffrey's life. The guards were lax in their duties as ever, only sparsely manning the ramparts of the wall that were easily climbed before scaling her way back up the walls of the royal castle to the apartments where her room was.

She slipped in to her room. The curtains parted by the ropes holding them apart as she slipped back into her room with ease.

No living creature was aware of her absence.

No living creature that is.

"Welcome back."

Ellyn turned her head to the side, and spied in the darkness of their room, her lord and husband Victor.

The Dark lord as she saw him, sat straight against the wooden chair provided to them in their room.

On the table his fingers danced around the edges of chalice, the fresh scent of blood whaffed through her enhanced senses, sweeter than the low quality of the dregs she had previously slaughtered.

The smell was intoxicating, she almost forgot about her purpose, as the sweet scent of blood from a creature she knew instinctively did not belong to any mortal and was...familiar.

Ellyn had the will to return to her sense as she stood before her lord...and then bowed. Humble in her courteous display of submission to her greater "My Lord." she adopted a much more submissive demeanour before him.

In an effort to make up for her past transgressions in almost killing the heir to Tywin's legacy.

Something that was not lost to the ancient being, who easily saw that Ellyn was trying to earn her favour and freedom back after her reckless stunt.

He pushed the chalice further into the table, as he stared at her with a stern look "You've recruited a child." it was not a question.

Ellyn wasn't shocked to learn that Victor knew of her of her activities.

His clairvoyance was almost omniscient. She would not put it passed it if him if he knew any of the council's late activities or secret vices this night.

"Yes." she did not dare to lie or withhold any truth; she saw first-hand what happens when he truly got angry.

Victor continued to stare at her with a critical gaze, his eye's dissecting her down until there was nothing hidden from him "Why?... Why a child and a low born, instead of your former High born kin?" he demanded her reasons as to why she recruited the frail girl who had no social, financial, or military value within the world that they could exploit.

She was namely a bastard by all accounts. A nobody who would gain nothing from her position, except with the use of her legs, if she managed to bear some high born bastard.

"She has her uses. She'll hear things that no one will hear, because she's a low born." Ellyn started, low born or simple folk were overlooked by the high lords and ladies. Such an oversight allowed for secrets that were best left behind closed doors to circumvent through the lips and ears of other simple folk until they made their way to others who would use this information for their own benefit. "Also she'll prove her use in building my spy network here in the capital."

"yes. Your spy ring in the form of a cult that believes you to be a god." she tried not to grimace at that fact that she conjured in her introduction to her first follower "Tell me, why did you claim such a title?"

Ellyn was prepared for this, as she stepped forward with a bit of courage and unveiled her reasonings "It is as you said yourself. You've been on this world, before recorded history. You have never seen any inkling of greater beings then ourselves ever existing." she pointed out, referring to his journal and several times when he expressed that there wasn't any evidence of greater beings he found in his untold eons of walking upon the earth. "We have the longevity to surpass the life span of mortals. We have the power, the wisdom, the authority to rule over these lands once we have seize it." they were the closest thing to gods that anyone had seen, by all definition they were godly.

The power to raise the dead. To breathe life into cold bones and reshape flesh for whatever grand designs they had instore for the creatures they transformed.

"Why should we not claim godhood and rule over these mere peasants in a new age." Ellyn began, her bravado easily matching that westerner pride she still possessed in this un-life she was restored to. "We possess the gifts that mortals can only dream of. And the septons will preach about."

"Do you remember those...Ghouls? The one's you relocated underneath our castle. How they saw us as gods and sought the same gifts?" she spoke of those heinous creatures they encountered not long ago. The once former denizens of his city that saw the true nature of their rulers, how their ignorance twisted them into degenerates of their former humanity.

There was no proper name to give such a loathsome race that she personally would have killed them, just to spare herself from the knowledge that they still scuttled deep within the catacomb tunnels beneath her city.

Ghouls was an appropriate term for them. She would not call them by any other name.

"We have an opportunity to establish more then am empire. We can create a legacy that can stand strong, stronger than the Targaryen's if they all believed our godhood!" The Targaryen's used dragons to establish their rule and keep order, even after the death of their beloved pets, the Targaryen's still clung to their power because of the loyalty and obedience had been sown into the descendants of the defeated kings of the various regions.

Victor and Ellyn, and what ever hellish or dark force that permits them to bare children would be gods compared to dragons to the mortals they rule over.

By the end, although it was hard to tell from an outside perspective, Ellyn knew she had his interest. That subtle shift in his stony facial expression that was impossible to see with human eye's, but her enhanced senses saw a glimpse of her master's emotions. "hmmm..." Victor sounded thoughtfully, his burning rubies never leaving hers as he thought about her words "what you said...is not untrue."

To Ellyn, that was a confirmation that he agreed with her. Her words had sown in the seeds she had carefully planted into his soul "Which part?" she asked with coy smile.

"All of it. I can see that mind of yours, finally plotting our steps ahead instead of at the moment."

"Thank you my lord." it was the closest she would get to a complement that she graciously accepted.

"Still...you have proven yourself capable of administering our holdings outside of my ruling. I believe its time to progress your abilities again." he said, before pushing out the goblet he had in hand towards her "here."

Ellyn stepped forward and took the cup, sniffing in the intoxicating aroma that was both familiar and intoxicating that it took all of her will not to drown it there and then as she saw that Victor had more to say. "My Blood. When you drank my blood from the chalice of (name) it bestowed upon you, eons of untapped power and strength. It is also the main component in transforming another into one of us."

Ellyn was shocked by this revelation, although it did confirm her suspicions of how much blood played in her resurrection as a goddess in her old flesh. "...You mean...That your blood, is the reason I am what I am?" it confirms her theory that Victors blood was key to her 2nd life and power.

After all, her blood slipped into Creighton's food and drink had the profound affect on the young man's growth. His strength, speed and overall aggression was enhanced beyond human limitations, but his resolve was strong in keeping the latter of those qualities in check.

Victor just smiled, as he leaned back, observing her reaction to this secret he kept close to the chest "yes. I believe you are ready to learn that secret. But that alone, Is not enough to empower any morsel, living or dead into our ranks." he still didn't trust her enough to teach her the full process of converting any man, woman or child into what they are. Because he didn't trust her not to abuse this gift for her own arrogant and selfish reasons that could jeopardise their plans before they could even start.

"Until we establish a stronger presence into this world. I will not avail the ritual needed to create more into our ranks."

Ellyn tried her best not to burst out in anger, but she could not keep herself from gritting her teeth in frustration as Victor still withheld the knowledge of her creation from her "So you will not teach me to create more of our kind."

Victor just smirk while waving his fingers before her face, like a parent acting towards an unruly child "A wise master, never reveals all of his secrets at once." and it would be a secret he would continue to hold over her, until he deemed her worthy to know it "Until I deem that you ready, you will not learn how to turn others into us."

Bitting back a hiss that threaten to escape from her, like an animal roaring to challenge its Alpha "As you command...My lord." Ellyn bowed humbly, she knew this action wouldn't grant the knowledge any sooner, but she could not help but express her anger at Victor holding that one leverage against her.

"Now, back onto the subject. Drink my blood." he said, pushing the chalice into her direction "With it, I have theorised that it will hasten your developing abilities."

Ellyn wasted no time as she picked up the goblet and drowned herself in the intoxicating nectar of her maker's blood.

As the prime source of her rebirth, she savoured very invigorating drop of blood, feeling it burn down her throat and into her very soul.

She felt a lightness and then great surge of power well up within her. Like a violent storm brewing within her being, she felt her power increase immensely and something clicked within her, but she did not know what it was.

A strong exhale left her lungs as Ellyn returned back to reality.

Her eye's fixing upon the patient lord who looked at her with a scrutinising look on his face.

Silently analysing Ellyn as she drank his potent blood once more.

"how do you feel?" he asked, never losing that hard stare that bore into her.

"...incredible!" Ellyn breathed out, never getting used to the taste of her master's blood that burned within her body like molten fire that melted and remade her from the inside out. Her strength felt invigorated and empowered, she felt like she could lift a dragon, if any still existed. "I've never felt so powerful..." she expressed her feelings on the immense rush of power that she felt coursing through her very soul.

"That's to be expected. I theorised that with time and the quality of blood fed upon, you would only grow stronger as the years passed. I decided to speed up the process of your growth, you should now possess greater strength and may hap's...some new abilities." Victor said to himself rather then to her.

An enthralled look of curiosity flashed across his face as he looked at her like she was still a test subject.

But that moment quickly passed before he stood up and walked towards the balcony "Now come. The night is still young. And I aim to bring out the best in you in the nights to come." he opened his arms wide for her to come into his hold.

Ellyn approached him as he stood at corner of their balcony. She walked into his open arms and held herself close into him as his frame.

When his arms encircled her body, she suddenly a lightness overcome her before the ground suddenly disappeared from beneath her feet.

The rush of air blew pass her body, as her vision was obscured by complete darkness, from time to time, the light of the moon broke through the shroud that fluttered and flapped with the silent beat of a hundred dark wings.

It took her a moment to register that she was flying, directly from the Red Keep and back into the city.

Victor's once solid form dispersed into hundred small bats that carried her through the sky, like a dark cloud that passed by like the wind.

Ellyn did not have any words to say, even after they soon landed in another part of the city and as Victor's form once more became whole.

The once hundred dark creatures formed together until Victor was whole again.

Ellyn had so many questions to ask.

The most prominent of them was how she could do that!?

But she kept silent.

She knew that Victor brought her hear for a reason. And what her questions were as he gave her a knowing smirk. "I will teach you all of my tricks...in good time." he said, before walking over to the edge of the roof that they were on.

Ellyn followed not far behind, curious to know why her master brought her here.

As she looked over the edge of their perch, she saw that they had travelled to the harbour. The fish market as it was called, was the epicentre of maritime trade in and out of the royal capital.

As the name implied, it was manly a fishermen port, but wealth flowed through into the city like the rivers that flowed out into the sea.

It laid on the outskirts of the walls, directly outside the Mudgate.

From this vantage point, Ellyn could see ships still flowing into the harbour, some carrying the wealth to go into the king's treasury, or someone else's pocket. While other carried something worth more than gold and silk.

Knowledge and information. The weapons that can bring down dynasties and houses as these ships can easily hide spies and assassins at the service of their masters.

"Why have you brought me here?" Ellyn asked. Not understanding just yet why her lord had brought her to the edge of the capital.

Victor raised his finger and pointed back at the Red Keep.

His finger, not directly pointing at the keep itself, but the hill upon which it stood. "Your tools to aid you in your mission here." he said, before turning to her with a hard look "Follow me."

Ellyn didn't have time to question him, as Victor leaped from the roof they were on, jumping to a great distance as to pass several building at once.

Ellyn was quick to follow after him, though she wasn't as fast as victor, she had enough speed to keep up with him as they made a beeline back to the Red Keep.

Ellyn followed after victor, all the way back to the hill where he stooped upon the rocked walls of the mound that the castle sat on.

Ellyn managed to catch up with him, but he continued on, this time walking in a slow stride along a narrow path along the face of the hill until he stopped at an opening directly under the castle itself.

Ellyn caught up, and stared into the mouth of the cave he wanted to show her, "Here." he said, both of his arms out and gesturing to the cave that he had her follow him for.

"This will be one of your many means to enter and exit at your own discretion while we are here." he said, walking in, Ellyn not far behind as the two of them entered into what was one of the rumoured secret passages Maegor had built during the construction of the Red Keep.

They travelled quite a bit, ending up directly underneath the Red Keep, right where the black cells were.

Ellyn at end of their destination, they came upon a large cavern under the foot of the castle itself, a barred gate was all that separated them from the keep itself.

But that wasn't what had Ellyn's attention.

In the middle of the cave, taking up most of its space was a skull.

But not just any skull.

But the skull of a Dragon!

Ellyn's breath hitched upon the seeing such a thing, and the enormously of it was about as big as a small merchant's ship!

"is-Is that?" she couldn't believe her eye's.

She had heard of them. Dragons! And knew that they were real but long since extinct.

She had never truly seen the skull of one before.

"Yes. Quite magnificent isn't it." Victor said, going up to it, and placing his hand upon the remains of what was once, a mighty beast.

"in life, I believe this was once the Balerion the Black Dread." Victor said, his hand stroking the bare bone of the once magnificent beast that he had seen in his younger years. Memories flooding his mind of the awe inspiring site of the magnificent creatures that once shrouded the sky in greater numbers then what history could recall "Truly, awe inspiring creatures. A shame that they had to die, but still." He turned to her, she could see that glint his eye's, and that look he had when an idea came upon him "Their remains may prove more worth to us then simply letting time take it." he hinted and Ellyn could only guess as what plans he had instore for the remains of this fire breather.

"But for now. We shall leave where it is. Until I have plans for it."

"You didn't bring me here to admire a large skull did you?" Ellyn asked, sending a cynical look towards him.

"No." he said, his tone flat as he address her "I brought you here, because I wanted to show you one of the many secret passages in and out of the Red Keep to use in your time here." one of the many passages built and constructed under Maegor's rule, the infamous secret tunnels that only Maegor and the builder took to their grave.

Everyone knew the stories of these mythical passages that led in and out of the Red Keep. Some were common, spread between members of the small council, while others remained obscured and lost to time.

This was an advantage Ellyn knew she needed "Will you show me the others?" she asked, but already, she knew what his answer would be.

"What kind of teacher would I be, if I was to reveal everything at once. You must discover the other secret passages by yourself." he said, another test for her to prove her ingenuity. With nothing but her abilities, Ellyn would be creating her own spy ring and base of influence without the resources she inherited from her previous life.

Then again, back in her youth when she was promised to marry into the Lannister's, she had nothing but the potential title and position as Lady of the Rock to work with. So building her influence here would be exactly as she did before.

"We have plenty of time to establish our power here. Now that the hand is confined until our departure, our presence here will go unhindered." Victor re-affirmed that their actives were unhindered by the watchful gaze of the Hand. As Jon Arryn was now confined within his own tower, cut off from his council and his power of authority.

"Continue to do what you what you can in the shadows. I will do the same on myside within the presence of the day." he informed her of what his part will play in their schemes within this city.

"how do you plan to keep my presence out from the court?" Ellyn asked, she surely wouldn't be confined to bed throughout the whole affair.

"Simple, really. I will inform the king and queen that the events earlier today has only worsened your condition and you require plenty of bed rest. With the lord hand out of the way, you shouldn't worry about anyone attempting to sneak into your chamber's again." Victor informed her, a good cover as people would easily see her in a fragile state after Jon Arryn intruded on her room during when she was most vulnerable...but that still left one question Ellyn was going to ask.

"And what about the servants or anyone else who needs to enter my chambers?" she did not want a repeat of last time. And she doubted victor would allow it either, on the account of someone stumbling into an empty room while they were away.

"I'll post guards outside our doors, with explicit instructions not to allow anyone in." he said, their soldiers were loyal, but loyalty can only go so far. She assumed that he would use his powers to solidify his orders that not even Tywin himself could buy them with all of the gold the Rock had to offer.

"They're weak minds should be easy enough for you to simply enter and leave at your discretion." he said, before they retired to their coffins to awake to the new day.

-The next day. 2nd day of Robert's Tourney-

A new day came again to the grand capital of the kingdom.

The red bricks of the Red Keep shined from the light of the sun, even as time and weather had long since dulled its colouration, it still gleamed like a rough ruby, admist the stink pit of Kingslanding.

It was the 2nd day of Robert's tourney.

The anticipation and excitement had died down a bit, but the people were still eager to see more bloodshed and battle from all of the champions that had yet to arrive on the first day.

Robert was feeling like a young kid on his name day (Birthday).

It was the second day of his royal tourney, and he anticipated another showdown with any challenger that dared to meet him.

He hoped that it would be the newly knighted young lad that bested him on the first day. He was eager to settle the score, as he wiped the face of his Valyrian Warhammer Stormbringer.

For the first time in what anyone could remember...Robert hadn't taken a whore to bed.

Normally the brash king would've fucked any woman with a twat between her legs for any reason, whether he was excited, pumped up, angered or just bored, there was always a woman or a group of women awaiting him in his chambers.

Yesterday's recent events involving Jon had left a sour taste in his mouth.

Robert could not believe his own father would do something so... outrageous and unsounded, that had things escalated...well...he tried not to think about it.

The thought of Jon having sex was enough to make him lose his lunch.

But the thought of Carmilla...Lovely, enticing, exotic and sharp as a blade Carmilla. Was the stuff that got his blood heated up and had been the source of many dreams he had since the Carsteins joined the fold.

Robert couldn't get her out of his mind, since that night in Drakenhoff, he could never replicate that secret kiss she did, that...he couldn't very well describe the sensations that left him so breathless and exhausted.

No whore, no matter how exotic, could do what she did from just a simple action.

It almost enough to drive him insane.

But he knew, he could not sleep away with her.

As king and a son of the land of Westeros, he was knowledgeable to the histories of this kingdoms greatest and more profane kings to have ever lived. Much to his dismay and outspoken boredom his father and Jon had instilled into him through Measter's, teachers and Septons of the tyrannies that led the downfalls of previous monarchs and lords.

One such name came to mind, and how that kings actions led to generations of bitter wars and blood feuds that only recently ended from his father's generation.

Von Carstein was now becoming a powerful name. They now had the friendship of the Lannisters and the crown, and were heroes of his newly won war. They were now untouchable, even to him...still, Robert saw a potential to further cement relations with the foreign nobles and to secure his children's power.

He was no fool, granted he cared little for politics. But he wasn't blind or so foolish as to not seek allegiances to secure his position of power.

One idea he always had in mind was to marry one of his children to that of his best friend Ned.

It was always the idea.

A Promise he made that he would make Ned the Brother he always wanted.

His beloved. The woman he waged war for, was meant to be that seal that bound them by blood.

But that was no longer choice.

He knew that his best friend was blessed with his second true-born child.

A Daughter.

He foresaw an alliance and a chance to reignite that promise he made to join their houses with his son Joffrey and the young girl Sansa.

And maybe, a little down the line, he could marry one of his children with the Carsteins, binding them and their magnificent beasts of war to his line.

But enough about that as he shook his head of those idea, he had a tourney to fight.

-With Ellyn, the Von Carstien's apartment-

The room was dark, the light from outside was blocked out, with what little light barely illuminating the room in dark shadows.

Ellyn was up.

How could she not be, even as the coffin she resided in protected her from the outside world.

The sun, in its damning existence was like poison to her.

Its presence to her, seemed to shroud the entire land in a heavy and nauseating air that sapped her of her will.

Its burning gaze was ever a reminder to her frail mortality in the daylight that she had yet to overcome.

As the lid from her coffin opened. And a hiss reminiscent of a lioness rudely disturbed from her slumber growled from the back of her throat.

She was beholden to the sight of her lord and husband Victor.

Dressed, and sitting just opposite the room to their bed. His eye's upon her as he seemed to stare with an expected look, awaiting of her moment to rise from the safety of her bed.

"I was wondering when you would be up." He said, with dull tone, beside him was a bottle, corked and filled with a dark liquid she hoped to be blood.

Ellyn stood and then bowed, with the upmost humility "My apologies my lord. I am still getting used to waking up in this dreadful light." she answered, never seeing the quirking of his lips, as he smiled with amusement.

"As to be expected, your new condition has its flaws...one you seemed to be overcoming." his last words were ever ominous and it left her confused by what he meant.

It wasn't until his nailed finger pointed to her, that she followed his gazed, and looked down at her arm to see a ray of light burning upon her bare skin.

Ellyn suddenly just realised that the sun's light had penetrated through the cover of the curtains, she jumped with great terror!. Her initial instincts running wild as she screeched like an animal at the sight of fire!

Leaping into the safety of the darkest corner, she huddled in close, keeping her distance from the beam of light, that would have killed her.

A bark of laughter escaped from victor as he stood up and walked to her "Fear it no more my sweet." he said, as he approached, bending down to her level, his face held a gentleness to it that she saw, contained no malicious tricks or deceptive lies.

"Did you not notice the gleam of the sun upon you?" he asked, holding out his hand for her to take.

Ellyn was hesitant, but she knew she could trust Victor in his judgement. As she took his hand and was helped up to her feet.

She allowed herself to be led...right towards the beam of light where Victor stopped. His body on the other side of the deadly ray with his hands still locked with hers that was just a pull away from hitting it.

"Did you not feel its burn, as you stood?" Again he asked, before gently pulling her limb towards him. He questioned her and she picked up the barely concealed tone of excitement as he continued to pull her.

It took all of her will, not to retch her hand from his, but she knew he wasn't going to hurt her.

She was curious to know where he was going with this, and it wasn't until her hand was in beam, that she realised what he wanted to show her.

Ellyn's hand... wasn't turning into overly burnt meat or ash as she expected. She had felt previous burns and seen her own flesh dissolve in its acid gaze. But now, now her flesh no longer ate away or caught on fire immediately.

She could feel the pain, but it was like ants nipping at her flesh, but the dead pale skin wasn't disintegrating like before.

Instead, a darkness began to form upon her once perfect skin, first blisters and welts until it became rough and painful before she pulled her hand away and the healing took over.

She stared at her limb in abstract wonder before moving it again, into the beam of light, this time with the whole palm facing the window.

She saw as the skin of her hand slowly turned purple then black, like poison seeping into her flesh, before hardening like charcoal until falling away to expose bone before she retched it back in pure agony.

"Your strength against the sun is improving." Victor commented, his hand tracing over the scared flesh that mended itself back to perfectly untarnished skin. The ancient being analysed and studied her once wounded limb, mentally reminiscing about ages long since forgotten by time and only known by those who bared witness to such abnormalities in his youth.

Ellyn had many questions as to how she was able to now endure the sun's gaze when Victor beat her to it "Blood is the key. And my Blood has taken you great leaps beyond the time I had calculated it would take for you to reach the strength needed to walk in daylight." he stated, his mind re-working the pre-made calculations based on his experience but subtracted the fact that he was born while Ellyn was transformed.

It was interesting experiment that he was taking great enthusiasm in testing and monitoring the results of Ellyn's transformation and ascension. He was looking forward to experimenting a bit more with his new found discovery "The bottle there, is filled with my blood, but more enhanced than before. Drink it at you're own discretion." was all he said before he began to make his way towards the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" Ellyn called out to him, stopping him just before he reached the door.

He turned his head to look at her "I have a tourney to attend to. But rest assured, no will barge in, in my absence."

"And what of the hand?" Ellyn asked, concerned about the rambunctious man whose determination was admirable and worked in their favour of painting him as man wracked with an illness of the mind that forced him to play into his delusions.

However, it also worked against them, as lord Arryn was determined to uncover their plot and expose them for the monster's that they were.

"Thanks to his blunder yesterday. The king has all but imprisoned his hand within his own tower. We have free rein to move about as we see fit." Victor said, not at all worried or even fearful of the Hand machinations against them...not that he could devise any plots from his imprisonment, that rendered him incapable of organising small council meetings or even ordering servants to do his bidding.

-Meanwhile, in the tower of the Hand-

Jon was trapped.

Trapped within his office of authority that was once his sanctuary but was now his prison.

The door was locked from the outside, and he had not been allowed outside since Robert ordered his imprisonment. Servants came and went, dropping off his meals while guards remained stationed at his door.

Preventing him from leaving.

There was no way out of this tower, save for the windows, but Jon wasn't as spry as he once was, and he still couldn't climb down from his tower.

He could do nothing but watch the sun move across the sky, he couldn't even attend council meetings.

No doubt those wretched, conniving snakes were making their own plays and undermining the stability of the realm.

He never trusted any of them...save for Robert's brother Stannis.

Pycelle, he knew instantly to be a snivelling old cunt. The man was likely to kill him to save his own wrinkly hide.

Baelish was another snake...one he invited on the behest of his wife. The man was good at managing the treasury...too good. No doubt he pocketed more then a few coopers since he took office, it wouldn't be the first time a master of coin forged the books.

But he didn't have the evidence to bring him down, and like the weasel he was, he knew that Baelish was connect and had many powerful fiends to back him up.

Varys...Varys was perhaps the only man Jon could rely on to get things done...but didn't trust all the same. The spider was an enigma and was one of the oldest living members of the council under king Viserys.

He remained true...as far as he knew to the king when Tywin amassed his army outside his walls, warning the king against letting the old lion in.

Still...he knew he didn't have enough time left in his life to unveil the mystery of the Spider.

He needed to spend that time preparing the realm against the evils about to come.

-The Kings Tourney, with Victor-

Victor once more entered the populated tourney, the rows of commoners and lords had grown in numbers since yesterday.

The wolf that was Victor, walked amongst the sheep and many parted before him as though he was a king already.

His reputation had grown in the short span since he established himself as the newest lord of the land. As a powerful lord. A hero. Conqueror and a man with powerful friends who would defend him against anyone who dared to offend him.

As Victor made his way to the royal stands, he didn't make his way over to podium where the queen was. No, he was making his way a specific area of the stands.

"Lord Lannister!" he called out to the man sitting in his own reserved area, a wide space was given as an empty ring of seats sounded him and a few members of his family that came to the capital.

Said lord of the Westerlands turned and saw Victor approaching, he nodded and waited until the new lord was within ear shot "Lord Von Carstien. I trust you have had a pleasant morning?"

"I have. May I seat?" he asked, gesturing to the empty spot next the Lord of the Rock.

"Of course." Tywin confirmed, and scooted just a bit away as Victor took his place right next to him. Such an honour was only reserved for members of his family, like his sisters and his brothers, who sat not far away from both men, subtly eying them from the corner of his eye.

Victor's eye's saw the sword Lord Tywin had attached to his hip "I see you're wearing your sword?" it was his sword, the one he had crafted and gifted to Warden of the west.

Tywin wore the sword as a mark of prestige, subtly flaunting his power and honour to the other lords that he had Valyrian steel. A metal whose art of crafting had been lost until now, bearing it, Lord Tywin and all future Lannister's can claim their right as being a major house who possesses Valyrian metal.

It was the closest thing lesser and high lord could claim to a crown in their petty squabbles except for the crown itself.

Valyrian steel was a mark of prestige, some houses claim their Valyrian made weapons since the dawn of the Valyrian empire, whilst others bought such ancient relics from simple daggers or less noteworthy objects made out of the precious metal.

House Lannister once had a Valyrian steel sword called Brightroar, but the ancient and mythical sword was lost when Tommen the 2nd of house Lannister carried it with him to plunder the secrets of the fallen empire right after the Doom swallowed old Valyria.

Since then, every Lannister from then on carried a deep seeded sense of envy towards other houses for possessing the one thing they could never buy from others, and with this many people knew and lorded over them with subtle mockery.

Of course, no one in his generation did that.

They were too afraid of him to openly mock the Lion.

Still...now he had what every Lannister before him has craved for so long, and all thanks to one man whose house may prove to be invaluable to his if they were to cultivate favour and friendship with them.

Who knows what else the house of Carstein may create, he had heard of their war breasts and had seen for himself the ingenuity of the Drakenhoff's design and its contraptions that was far advanced then anything the Measter's of the citadel could come up with.

Such genius would be wasted on fools like Robert and he would not let it be destroyed by madmen like Jon Arryn. Subtly, he will coerces an alliance and eventually a unity between their two houses that could create bonds that his future successors would exploit to rule the realm through fear and power.

"Indeed, I am honoured by such a generous gift. I can assure you that house Lannister will repay this debt." Tywin said, promising to repay Victor in the same magnitude as receiving a freshly forge sword that the Lord of Drakenhoff had personally smithed for him.

"I'm glad. Tell me, is your champion, the Mountain going to participate?" Victor asked, knowing that the last time he had seen the imposing man was at the first and only tourney he personally participated in and won his right's to Harrenhall which he demolished and rebuilt into Drakenhoff.

After that, he hadn't seen or heard much about the attack dog of Tywin Lannister. The giant of man hadn't participated in the war against the Greyjoy's, then again, much of regions within the seven kingdoms didn't join in either. In the case of the Vale, they purposely withheld their forces, the same with Dorne though that is because they wanted nothing to do with the crown and its affairs.

Tywin's excuse was to defend his region after the Greyjoy's surprise attack at his harbour, his fleet was in tatters and his harbour defences in ruins. His power and authority tethered on his ability to secure his domain

Victor theorised that the Mountain during his recuperation, had been honing his skills at the old Lion's command. Weakness was something that Tywin did not tolerate, because if the lord's attack dog could easily be bested by a man half his size, then the fear the giant of a man generated for his lord would waver.

"Yes, he's has had plenty of time to recuperate. And to hone his skills." Tywin added, ever since his first loss, the old Lion had made sure that it would be his last. He had brought men, trained swordsmen and masters at Arms from across the land and the narrow sea to train Clegane in martial discipline and techniques.

It was long overdue that the giant fool had been disciplined into using his absurd strength accurately rather than use it in some savage bouts of rage, the dog was known for.

It didn't matter to Tywin how much money it took or how many teachers the Mountain broke or killed, he would learn to be effective sword that only swung at his master's command

"Ser Clegane, The mountain!" The announcer cried out, before the thunderous stomping of something heavy and huge echoed through the tourney. All other sounds from the screaming attenders to the knights who sharpened their weapons ceased.

A perpetual sense of dread resonated through the ranks as all eye's drafted instinctively towards the source.

Ser Gregor Clegane stomped into the arena; his huge body was adorned in layers upon layers of heavy metal. Victor enhanced senses picked up much more layers of plate then when he had originally faced him.

Any ordinary man would've been crushed under the weight of all that metal, at best they would be cumbersome and barely able to move at all. It was an impressive feat that he was able to move almost naturally within his heavy armour.

Victor would admit that he admired such perseverance in a man... perhaps there was place for Clegane in his plans.

"I heard about what happened yesterday" Directing the conversation elsewhere, Tywin brought up the subject that been on the lips of everyone since his daughter Cersei announced it plain and openly, in a pitiful bid to humiliate the wife of the man who gifted his family Valyrian steel.

Tywin had decided not to chastise or rebuke his daughter for her childish antics, and instead let her suffer the consequences of her action when they happened. Cersei's attempt had not gone as she hoped they might, as in her attempt to paint suspicious light on Carmilla being violated by the Mad Hand of the king Jon Arryn. She instead only made the lady of Drakenhoff be a sympathetic victim spared from whatever mad spell the Lord of the Vale was under.

"I cannot fathom the kings decision to keep man as deranged as Jon Arryn as his Hand." Tywin knew, hell he was sure that everyone across the seven kingdoms knew why Robert was keeping his surrogate father as Hand of the king instead of anyone else more competent.

Jon was the only man Robert trusted and also knew that he could not stop the king from doing what all kings do.

Tywin was in a similar position back when the Throne belonged to the Targaryens. However he exercised more control and made his opinions known to Viserys about his expensive plans and dreams that he knew the mad king would never finish.

"I try not to concern myself with matter's of his graces mind...I think no one wants to. But I am concerned with the safety of my house around the Hand." Victor admitted, letting the lord next to him pick up on his concerns "Fortunately, the king has imprisoned the madman. And will remain there until our departure."

Tywin hid a condescending smirk; he could not believe how naive the newest lord was being.

He knew first hand that Hands of the king do not so easily follow a king's command. Many of his predecessors had at times deliberately gone against the king's orders, such as in the case of the dance of the dragons, where the hand at the time, Lord Otto tried to undermine the right of succession of the Princess Rheanyra to the king's son and his grandson through his daughter Alicent.

Tywin like many was aware of that bit of history behind the events of the infamous Targaryen civil war that diminished a majority of the Targaryen's power and cut their family down to barely even a fraction of their original numbers.

Still, he seized upon what exploits he could find from the foreign lord "May I offer some advise? As a former hand of the king, I have experience in that position of power. Despite his newfound circumstances, the man still holds some power and resources to act upon his own will. Contrast to what the king may order." he warned him, Jon Arryn would not be so obliged to

"I thank you. I am currently content with his grace's command, the Hand can no longer act against us during activities of his tourney. Still, the man's insanity is...concerning. I would prefer if the man was removed from this very land...one way or another." Victor let his words hang, although to the common eye, that came off as casual in his talks with Tywin, but his words had an underlying meaning that the Lion picked up.

Tywin sent a subtle smirk to the Lord of Drakenhoff, as he picked up on the message "I'm sure someone can arrange that. It wouldn't be the first time that a Hand of the king stepped out of line and...made the wrong kind of enemies."

Tywin said, he had already made plans to replace Jon Arryn should the man step down from his position or die at his post. He certainly wasn't...fond of the man, and recently Jon presence to him had gone from acquainted to a noted nuisance since the man began his campaign against the Castiens and nearly costed him his newly forge valyrian steel sword.

Tywin would not allow such a slight to go unpunished.

With any other lord, he would use his influence and authority to sever all connections and flow of wealth from merchants and allied houses, slowly strangling the house until they were nothing but dirt.

The only mercy he offered was in the form of armies and assassins killing those who offended him.

Jon was spared...for the time being.

His position as hand of the king and as the closest friend to his...Son-in-law and king, provided him with certain level of security.

Robert would not take Jon's death lying down, he would up in arms, determined to find his father's killer, he would utilise all of the resources that the council possessed to discover any leads to who murdered him and who ordered it.

If such events where to happen, he had no doubt that Robert would call his banner and march on Casterly Rock to avenge his friend, despite his daughter being married to him and his throne being indebted to his family.

He certainly couldn't halt the flow of gold to the crown or even to deny on providing loans, his long term plan counted on the crown being indebted to the Lannister's for generations that no request would be denied, over the fear of the Rock calling for its money to be paid back.

He doubted Robert would be so willing to pay him back without risking a war, the drunkard excuse of a king was blunt and possessed no political finesse that kings before him have come to acquire. If he commanded for war, he would only command armies who were fighting for him just to acquire gold or the lands Tywin possessed, each one would attest or challenge the other for the resources and arces of land they won.

Whether Robert backed them or not in their petty squabbles, in the end it would only lead to more civil unrest and eventually war.

So, he was left with extraordinarily little options to go at Jon Arryn directly without incurring Robert's wrath...it was then that Tywin realised he didn't need to go after Jon directly but indirectly.

The Man was lord of the Vale, a region isolated within the mountains with only one direct pathway through by land, being the High Road that split from the Kings Road. It directly led to the Eyrie, the seat of the Arryns.

With a few words and threats thrown around, Tywin would ensure that the Vale suffered for Jon's actions.

And if the Vale suffered...Jon suffered.

With that thought in mind, Tywin smiled at Lord victor with a nefarious glint flashing from his eye's "I sure, with time. The Hand will slip and fall." he said ominously, already plotting the names and faces he'd have to meet with, to ensure that the Vale suffered for their lord's blunder.

Victor inwardly smirked, despite the lion mind being more organised and disciplined compared to most men he encountered, his mind was still unprotected from the mental probing the ageless man performed on him.

He could see the plans and idea's as clear as sunlight, they were far more descriptive and imaginative then the common mind of other lords and feeble low folk around him.

He didn't even need to insert idea's into his head, as the old lion had already plotted out on how to destroy Jon Arryn.

Smiling back at him, Victor turned his attention back to the arena, to see the mountain fighting with a bit more grace and control in his swings with is extremely large bastard sword. "I see that the Mountain has grown since our last in encounter. Much more fluid in his movements." he watched as the Mountain managed to pulled back from a wide swing to parry a thrust from his opponent, and used the momentum to send the man to the ground with a bash from the face of his blade.

They watched as the mountain advanced upon the helpless knight who tried to scurry away, but the weight of his armour pinned him down, preventing from getting far as the mountain was upon him. Heaving his blade high above his head in an executioner's stance.

"Indeed. After your battle with him, he has honed his skills. He is now a better warrior then before." Tywin admitted with great pride, watching his champion secure a victory as he brought his great weapon down cutting only halfway down from the knight head to his solar plexus before stopping as the earth caught his blade.

The crowd roared with both cheers and horrified gasps.

Some knights who was watching looked taken aback and hesitant to enter the arena.

For a brief amount of time that the Mountain has been absent within every tourney during his recovery, every knight from current to newly anointed warriors in the name of the king, no longer lived in fear of facing the man.

That made a lot of them overconfident that they assumed that his battle with Lord Victor Von Carstien had crippled the giant of the man...but they were wrong. Now they were left with the possibility that they might face him in the next round.

"We shall see. I look forward to judging his improvements throughout the duration of this tourney." Victor said, watching as the Mountain of a man stomped off, giving everyone, he could see a very heinous glare until he was no longer in sight.

The announcer then walked right in the middle of the arena and called out the next knight to fight.

"Ser Creighton of Drakenhoff!"

-Meanwhile with Ellyn-

Ellyn was alone, left to her own devices as she prepared herself for her mission outside of the sancturary of her room.

Ellyn...was hesitant, even tough the cloak she wore would protect her from the rays of the sun upon her skin, there was of course the chance that she would be exposed to it s presence. Either by a gust of wind, a bump into some idled minded fool or a thief looking to pry her of her valuables.

It was risky, but she needed to move around, develop a tolerance for that sickening ball of fire in the sky.

She picked up the bottle field with her master's blood, upon uncorking the bottle, a strong scented aroma assaulted her senses. it nearly sent her into a frenzy, but she managed to control her inner beast.

It was only satisfied from when she put the bottle to her lips and drank deep.

The very ambrosia of her lord's life blood was far more potent and intoxicating that she lost herself in the sensation of indiscernible pleasure.

She could feel herself purring, a rumbling noise she made unconsciously from her chest, growing more profound as she drank the last quantities of blood from the bottle. Her tongue lapping out and slithering down the narrow neck of the bottle to lick what remnants of red liquid that still remained within.

She could feel her strength increase drastically, it felt like her body became lighter. Hot air that she long lost and forgotten about since her rebirth.

Fire no longer brought such warmth to her cold dead skin, and the sun certainly didn't have the power to bring this sensation to her.

Only blood...was capable of penetrating and filling her deathless body with a sense of living, though the vintage she drank could never hold to this, the ripe quality of Victor's enhanced blood was the finest of wines.

She felt the heaviness of the sun filled air lighten, making it easy for her to move through the soul sapping aura of the day.

Dropping it unceremoniously on the table, Ellyn pulled the hood of her cloak over her head and opened the door.

And just like Victor said, guards were posted outside her door.

Their turned to see her with one of the guards addressing her "My lady Carsten. Lord Carstein has instr-" but whatever else he was about to say next, was stopped when Ellyn's eye's made contact with his and burned.

The guardsmen eye's immediately glassed over, and he bore a blank and dead expression, the same with the other guard when Ellyn's eyes snapped over to him.

Having mastered the basics of mental manipulation, Ellyn had no trouble in asserting her control over these weak-willed men. Instilling a command and wiping this very moment from their minds as they'd continue to stand guard over her room. Believing she was still residing within, even as she walked past them and out into Red Keep.

Following the path she memorised last night, Ellyn found herself back under the foundations of the royal castle, she broke the gate with ease, the iron bars bending like paper in her grip as she entered into the cavern where the skull of a Targaryen dragon resided, and from there...out into the city.

-Kingslanding, Streets of silk-

The city was more or less still populated with the peasants and merchants, those that still needed to work despite the tourney occurring just outside its walls.

These were the dregs and filth that depended upon every coin earned in this cease pit, they did not have the luxury to watch the tourney. This left them bitter and resentful of their place within their kingdom, it did not help that crime and corruption went unabated.

It was ripe for Ellyn to sow the seeds of discontent and promise for some that the rich and the powerful could not have.

Ellyn walked the streets, like a commoner. Trying her best not to grimace as she walked upon the shit smothered street. The smell was revolting, it wasn't bad at night, but in the day, the sun baked the freshly thrown out buckets and camber pots of human faeces, destroying her sense of smell as she took slight whiffs.

Generations upon generations of shit, piss and...whatever else that could produced such a foul oder, mixed together and seeped deeply into the cervices of this once proud city, creating a toxic air so dense that it travelled miles beyond the confines of the city's walls.

Ellyn didn't have a particular destination in mind, she went in the direction she felt calling to her.

It was as though...she was being called, but by what...she did not yet know.

She walked back into the street of silk, the portion of the city dedicated to the pleasures one would find in the silked sheets and in legs of others.

She passed many of the brothels on her way, many of the whores beckoned to her. Trying to get her attention in one way or another, some passive in their way of showing their bodies, and calling to her.

Others... more aggressive in following her or attempting to grab her cloak. They learned instantly that she was not interested as the street was quickly decorated in shattered teeth and blood from one quick swipe across their once beautiful faces.

She had little to worry about their bodyguards and masters, as she was gone by the time news reached them of what happened.

She soon found herself before a lone building.

It wasn't a whore house, or any establishment for that matter, it was abandoned. One of the many buildings possibly littered with vermin of every kind, as it had long lost its use some time ago and became a den for squatters and criminals.

And yet, she felt she needed to be there.

Something inside, was beckoning her.

Ellyn walked towards it, the door, if it could be called that, as it was broken and rotten beyond repair, the windows were boarded up from every opening around it.

It was simple to open it up as it hung loosely from the hinges. And so, she entered in, the darkness inside left nothing hidden to her as her eye's instantly adapted to the lightless interior.

Her senses homed in on the environment around her, ignoring the bustling life outside as she heard whispers and murmurs deeper in.

Venturing further in, she could make out that this place was once a home...perhaps a tavern or Inn from the many tables and chairs that laid broken and scattered around.

She walked into the back, where she discovered an open latch in what was presumed to be the kitchen, with stoney steps descending down where a little light bounced from walls deep into the earth.

Venturing down, the whispers were now clearer to her enhanced hearing, she could make out the tone and the words that were spoke.

"You're so full of shit, Shae." spoke a young voice of girl, that Ellyn Identified to be no more then a young girl, years before the age of flowering.

She made it down and discovered a secret gathering of young girls all huddling around a small fire, and there...at the centre of this gathering, was the young girl she had recruited last night.

Ellyn smiled as she hid in the shadows, watching with what could be described as pride and interest over her investment proving its worth, as Shea tried to recruit her friends into her little cult.

"I am not!" the Shea protested, her face turning red with anger and frustration as she attempted to tell her story of what happened last night and to convince her friends to pray to their new god "I am telling you the truth! I was saved by the Dark Mother."

But this only brought more laughter and mockery from the others "Right...And all of the gods descended as well." another of the street urchins mocked in a sarcastic way.

"No. Just her. She saved me from several men who wanted to me, she burned them alive magic and, cut them in half with her bare hands! And-And-!" Shae tried to talk, but before she could she seemed to sense Ellyn's presence even before the reborn lady made herself known.

"And bequeathed her with great strength to take her vengeance~" Ellyn decided now was the time to announce herself.

All of them snapped their heads in fright and surprise, no doubt this little basement was their Sancturary from the city above.

"Who-Who are you!?" called out one of the girls in a shaky voice, she hid behind the others as they all huddled into a little protective formation...all but one, as contrary to the others who stared at Ellyn in fear.

Shae looked up at her in wonder and adoration "Mother!" the little girl cried out in pure joy, rushing to her and embracing Ellyn in a hug. The former mortal woman had not been hugged like that in a while, Ellyn could not remember the last time she had received an embrace full of child-like love and innocence.

It was...a feeling that rekindled emotions Ellyn had not felt in a while, but that was all overshadowed by a pride and a nefarious gratification. Ellyn returned the action, pulling Shae deep against her body "You've done well, my daughter. Are these you're friends?" Ellyn asked, her red eye's peering from beneath her hood.

The other girls flinched when she locked her eye's on theirs, no doubt Shea gave them a near accurate description of her features.

Ellyn decided to play with them, approach them in a kind and gentler manner then what they must usually received from above "Tell me children... Do you believe in the gods?" she asked, coming to stand before the fire they burned in their little den.

The light from it did not illuminate her features, but casted more darkness upon her body. The girl that continued to hug her, hugged her in a way only a child would with their parent.

And Ellyn continued to stroke and pet the girl who gave onto her, such domesticated affection.

"The old gods? The Seven, or even the fiery god of Rehilor?" she inquired, her red eye's burning from beneath her hood as she looked upon each and everyone one of them.

She could see the scraggily, dirtied and nimble frames of these girls, these street urchins who were far too nimble and small to be eating nothing but scraps as they did not match the frame and heights of children lucky to be born into a well off or highborn family to worry about food.

They way that they huddled around this small fire in an abandoned building, spoke well of their current situation.

These children...were orphans.

The unloved bastard, daughters who were abandoned to the harshness of the city

"I have to say...you're praying to the wrong Deities." she draw them further into her web, sowing into them the seeds that would make them hers "They're nothing more then lies and fables created by your sceptons and Septas. And do you know why?" she asked, smiling inwardly as she saw how they perked at her question, and wanted to know the answer as to why they prayed, and prayed, and prayed but for no answer or deliverance from their situation.

"Because, there are meant to promote fear and instil order upon you. The lowly commoners, the bastards no one cares for." she said, pointing her long-nailed finger at them, as they huddled in a group, flinching away the moment her appendage extended out to them. "Why?" she asked, but it wasn't a question to them but rather for them as she saw she had their ears.

"Why against you? Why make you believe that such beings exist? That they watch over us all, casting their judgements upon us?" she asked out, her words, her questions became theirs. Their mind's mimicking those very same words but never coming to the concussion as to why the people of the faith did this.

But Ellyn knew, or so she thought as she could not recall meeting any gods or demons the moment she was slain.

No hells.

No Heavens.

No Gods or Demons.

Just nothingness that awaiting for them all.

Just a big emptiness before her re-awakening.

But they didn't know that.

Why would they, the commoners were not meant to be smart or wise. They were meant to do as they were told and work within their lowly positions that keep their cities in working order.

Like cogs in a machine, these peasants were nothing but a work force used to keep the flow of silver and gold flowing. If they weren't part of the work force, then they served as the military force used to defend the holdings of their lords and to quell any sign of rebellion within the regions.

Ellyn would use this to recruit the disillusioned and needy seeking purpose in a harsh and merciless world.

"I'll tell you why. Its to keep you in you're place." she stated, the simple folk were so simple minded that the fear of higher powers kept them in line.

"You. Who are you?" she directed her finger at one of the nameless friend's of shea, her lips parting to reveal her fangs glistening in the light of the fire. Her lips twisted into a sneer "A bastard, born from a whore's legs! Do you even know who you're father is!?" she asked with a voice filled with anger and contempt...but it was not directed at the little girl.

When Ellyn spat out those words with such vile contempt, she wasn't saying them at or towards the little girl who looked down to the feet with tears welling up in her eyes. Her words had their affect, but they all listened, including the teary child who re-focused her attention at the woman who spoke with the fury and resentment of everyone in the chamber.

They, the children born loveless from their father's seed and their mother's womb.

The other nameless generations of bastards from above, living in the shadows of the great castle where men and women with names and status truly were acknowledge in this world.

Those who had a family, a name that people took notice of and acted with, as though they were more important then some snivelling child or bleeding adult.

"Do any of you?! Ask yourselves why you born in the shit and mud compared to those born in castles?" she asked, why were they forced to live in the squalor compared to other children who were fortunate enough to born into families of wealth and prestige. "I'll tell you why. Its because they've made it so." She pointed up to the ceiling above their heads, over them was the busy streets of the city.

Packed full of other small folk, merchants, septons, knights and lords that walked through its carved out streets.

"The lords and kings who made themselves gods in the absence of truer divinity. They enforced their laws that separate the powerful from the weak, the rich from the poor. If the gods made you all equal in their eye's, then why are you living in the slums?"

"Its because of someone long, long ago decided that your ancestors were worth shit. And you've had your lives decided from there." she said, which wasn't a lie as these girls were born from generations of small folk, there might have been some noble blood in their veins, but with how often the mothers of their ancestors have lain with men, it was a small chance that any of them was the bastards of some noble lineage long existent or reduced to ruin.

"What is there to you're life, should you even live that long? What is your future besides popping out children. A life spent selling you're body? Maybe you might marry a farmer or a rich merchant and live a quant life...that is, if he doesn't grow bored of you and seek affection in the arms of another?"

Now came the hammer to finish her tempered work, as her speech, her words, truth and lies moulded and shaped these girls to make them easily susceptible to her "Why live the path pre-ordained for you. When I can give you the power to take control of, your own destiny." she finished, with the added flare of her powers at the end with the fire from their little camp flaring with intense power and changing to a different colour to match the flames that burned to life within her palms.

The very display made them cower away in terror, huddling up on the furthest wall away from both the blue blazing fire and the woman who invoked such demonic magicks.

"W-What do you want?" One of the girls asked, getting that question out there as to what did they need to give, in order to get all that she had promised.

Ellyn resumed that motherly smile, completely wiping away the aggressive passion she adopted in her previous tirade. She extinguished the magic in her hands and extended her arms out to them "What I want, is to be your mother." she said, opening her arms wide enough to them to come into her embrace" You're true mother. The one who can give you power. True power~"

"The power to control the very forces of nature." all of them watched in awe as the fire from their burning pit flowed like water to her outstretched digits and danced along her fingers. Not once harming or burning her skin as the cold blue sapphire flames illuminated their environment with a glow that "The power to make lesser beings act upon you're will."

"The power...to shape you're destiny. My children, you're true mother is here. The true gods that you've been calling out to, have come to answer. And all we want...is that same faith and love you give onto cold stone and formless beings."

"Y-You would give us...everything?" another of the girls asked hopefully. Her eye's holding that gleam of desire and lust for the power Ellyn was offering to them.

Ellyn smirked with the predatory grin of a supreme beast, who saw that her prey was taking the bait she offered "Everything~. Everything a mother would give to her children. All I ask, is that you serve me with the same love and faith you would give to your gods."

She knelt down to the ground with her arms outstretched towards them "Come, come to me and take you're first step towards a better future." and she continued to hold that position, waiting for them to come to her.

A near minute of silence went by as the children before her, weighed their options.

Only one of them stood out from the rest that were conflicted and measuring their chances with their lives outside of these stone walls.

Soon, one walked out, much to the dismay of the one girl who appeared moredefiantt against Ellyn then the rest of them. As the girl walked out, her friend called out to her, naming the girl that joined Ellyn "A-A-Amma?" an girl older then the others with long golden blond hair and green eye's, a child who inhertied her attributes from the western parts of the realm. She walked to Ellyn, followed quickly by another who felt the courage to join even as her friend called out to her.

"Elly?" another girl of light creamy skin mired by dirt from her living conditions, her short length hair was dirty red with curls twisting it into knots.

another walked out, this time a girl with golden brownish skin from her Dornish heritage "Tryse!?" her short dark hair was cut to the tip of her ears as she looked boyish then the rest of them with her dark pupils and young face.

"Ella?" the final girl to join was a young pale skinned girl with near platinum blonde hair that indicated he Valyrian ancestry, the only thing that spared her from Robert's wrath was the dark eye's. Had she been born with the complete traits of her Valyrian parent...then the girl would be lucky to survive against anyone who sought to use her for their own plays to power.

All that was left, was the one girl who called out the names of her friend as each of them came into Ellyn's embrace. "what about you my dear? Don't you want to want to live a better life, then in the slums of commonry?" Ellyn asked, beckoning her to come and join her.

However, Ellyn's hopes were dashed away when the remaining girl recoiled in revulsion for her "Y-Y-You're not a god. You're a demon!" the girl spat out with an impressive amount of determination and righteous zeal that only the most devoted or the incredibly zealous would possess. She spoke with great courage, fuelled by superstitious terror of Ellyn's demonic power and the fear of forsaking the gods and losing her soul.

"You're here to deceive us! She's here to deceive us from the path of the seven! She's isn't going to save us!" she was the only girl who refused to join her friends that huddled around Ellyn who was on the receiving end of that girl's accusing figure.

"You do realise that there is no life for you outside of birthing some lord's bastard's. And your make-believe gods will not save you from that life of poverty and suffering." Ellyn said, trying to dissuade her, not because she needed this little twerp, but to ensure that her shouting and screaming would not infect those who joined Ellyn.

"The seven protect my soul. The Father judges me, he will see me pure in my unwavering faith. The mother shields me and protects me with her mercy. The maiden-" the little urchin's righteous ranting was becoming annoying to Ellyn's ears.

She knew a lost cause when she saw one. This girl would not join her, no matter what she did to persuade her.

"Alright, I get it! You'll not waver from their faith. That's ok, I have no place for the faithless in my kingdom." she sent a quick smirk at her before it turned into a serene smile she held towards the other children, she slowly backed away from them and raised both of her hands before in a quick series of movements, faster then their eye's can perceived she had opened up several deep wounds along her arms from her wrists to triceps's, deep enough to draw great quantities of blood and to give her wounds some time before they healed.

She presented her bleeding limbs like a mother presenting her tit for a baby to suckle upon "Come my daughters drink. Drink and accept the powers I offer" Ellyn offered, watching as her crimson life force drew the girls in like moths to a flame.

Her precious tainted nectar seemed to have the affect on this girls who approached in hesitation but greater desire, they mirrored her when she was presented with blood on her first feeding.

When they got within range, they all pounced upon her limbs like a pack of wolves, latching onto every open wound they're mouths could circle around wounds.

However there was one from the group of girls who stood from the side, looking at the others with childish jealously as she eyed the blood of her mother with infantile want. Something Ellyn noted as she saw Shae pout and gaze upon her bleeding wrist that wasn't being used by any of her friends.

Ellyn smirked at how juvenile and childish Shae was being over her not suckling upon her new mother's blood. Ellyn decided to indulge in allowing Shae to drink more for her "You may drink as well shea." She laughed on the inside at the look of pure glee that exploded on the young girl's face before she raced towards her and latched herself onto the only wound not claimed.

Ellyn purred as she felt them drink from her, her blood slurped from her very veins and into the bodies of these new daughters of hers. The drinking of her blood created a bond that she felt now more profound within multiple thralls who were no were bound to her.

Their souls pledge to her the moment they accepted her gift.

It all ended when her wounds sealed and her new shadow daughters could no longer drink from her, but that did not stop them from licking up all of the blood smeared along both her skin and theirs until she pulled her arms away from them.

They all stared at her, in a complete daze, their eyes lacked any semblance of humanity as they looked to Ellyn like soldiers awaiting a command.

Ellyn now knew she had their undivided loyal and obedience, and there was one loose end they had to tie up "Good. Now, prove your loyalty to me and kill the unbeliever!" Ellyn commanded, pointing towards the one girl who refused her.

Like a the lights at Drakenhoff when the day turns dark, all of the girls who had drank Ellyn's blood suddenly turned on her and snaped around, facing their former friend with bared teeth and animalistic growls like a pack of rabid dogs.

The little girl was taken aback by the sudden change and aggressiveness her friends were showing towards her. She took a step back which only prompted them to step forwards...and then another as they slowly stalked towards her in the fashion of wolves cornering a lone lamb.

"Wha-what are you doing!? No! Please no!" Only when they were within distance, did they lunge forward.

Her screams could not escape the abandoned building, as her former friends pinned her to the ground and let upon her such unhindered savagery. They tore into her with nails, hands and teeth, scratching, tearing and ripping her apart with the ferocity of wild animals.

By the end of their attack, all that was left of the lone girl was a bloody sight of pure gore that looked a mutilated animal that had been ravaged by rats and other creatures, as flesh barely hung from her bones that laid scattered around, her ribs had been torn from her torso by bare hands, snaped off from the rest of the body.

Parts of her flesh clung to their nails, hands and teeth as they kneeled before Ellyn, the haze of bloodlust that carried them through their unbridled murder of the girl who was once a sister to them.

Ellyn smiled at the girls, undisturbed by bloody mess of gore that clung to them from their limbs to their hair. These girls were now reborn in the blood of their old sister and their new mother, Ellyn addressed her new soldiers in her war to conquer the seven kingdoms "You've done well my shadow daughters. Now, in order to achieve the destiny of our new world. We must act within the shadows. You will be my Eye's, ears and hands within the capital."

"What are your orders, Mother?" asked Amma, her blond hair stained red with blood. All of them looked up at Ellyn with expressions of adoration, and determination.

Love and the desire to please their new parent, and god.

"You will follow Shea. She will be my voice to all of you. You will build my following in the heart of the great cities and keeps. You will grow and spread, taking root into every corner of the land until our moment of retribution is at hand. And when that happens, all that I have promised and more, will be ours!" Ellyn said in a grand and glorious speech, instilling into their hearts what they will spread to others, like a sickness taking root within the souls of all who would join the cause.

She beckoned for the first of her daughters to stand amongst her peers and come to her where Ellyn could rest her hand upon her shoulder as she addressed her "Shea. My loyal daughter. You will lead your sisters and build our presence here in the capital. But be discreet. I do not wish for anyone outside of this sisterhood to learn of us. Any outsider who does not convert, is to be silenced, no matter what." she commanded.

"As you will, my mother." Shae acknowledged her orders, her face baring the focus of a trained soldier instead of a little girl.

Ellyn smiled at the young girl's determination to please her, it was time to put that same drive towards her plans. "Good, I will teach you the skills you will need to survive and thrive in this shit covered city."

-Back at the Tourney-

The crowd scream with pure delight and excitement, as ser Clegane scored another victory, his opponent had faired better than his previous opponents, but sadly the strength of the mountain was too great.

One misplaced action and the man was cleaved in half, from torso to waist.

Victor clapped, but not to excitedly but just enough to show that he was amused as he sat next to the regional lord of the victorious knight "Another great victory. I dare say, house Lannister is fortunate to have such a great warrior." Victor said, whilst praising the house that hosted him.

Despite his brutish and yet refined usage of his immense strength there was a certain sense of primal savagery that Victor was fascinated with. The mountain possessed some measure of control over his most primitive nature, able to call upon his animalistic fury and rage that granted him the resolve and will to keep on fighting even when exhausted and lumbered by the weight of his many plates of armour upon his body.

But that same primal rage could easily be his undoing, as Victor noted and compared such urges to his own as well as Ellyn. He made it no secret to himself or to Ellyn that the Beast within them was a newly discovered function that they wrestled control with.

Victor theorised that everyone, including the men and women around him, all had this beast. This creature that hid within the depths of their being, but it was more subtle compared to his and Ellyn's, though this could be due to the fact that with Ellyn, she was remade, her primal urges were now profound as the limitations of her mortal life was now removed.

While with him, he had not yet known of this primal force that had been with him all this time. He could barely recall times of when he was absolutely angry or experiencing urges that a primal force took over or directed him without him knowing about it.

"Fortune would imply pure luck lord Carstein. I can assure you, that Gregor is a calculated investment. One I personally created and moulded into the finest warrior in my ranks." Tywin said, but there was an underlying message to his words. Tywin didn't make gambits, he made calculated decisions, and those decisions are what made him powerful.

"My apologies if I have offended you my lord. I admit only my admiration for such a great warrior. I foresee many victories and legends about this man." Victor admitted, watching as the servants dragged away dismembered parts of the man from the arena, organs and blood dragging in the sand and dirt.

The announcer returned to the centre, to call out the next round of knights "Ser Creighton of Drakenhoff!" this time, the knight in Victor's service was announced.

The young and talented knight was making a name for himself in the circles of the nobility and commonry.

His talent with a blade was easily displayed, some were calling him the next Ser Barristan the bold because of his head strong attitude to not shy away from things most knights would reconsider performing, like challenging the Hand of the King and the King himself, as well as his martial skill and honour.

"Your newest knight. I have seen the progress he has made since the tourney in Casterly Rock." Tywin noted, although he did not approve of the boy's foolishness about the so call notion of Honour.

Tywin would laugh about the fact that people still believed in such things.

Honour was nothing more then an ignorant notion of pride men from isolated regions would use as an excuse to act against those they have deemed to have wronged them in any sort of way.

Regions of the Vale and the North still clung to such ignorance, believing that honour was justice, a rule they all had to follow when it came to governing and judging others under them.

Still, Tywin saw the potential the young knight, as he watched the man move fluidly within his blood red armour. Parrying the thrust of a halberd from a nameless knight of the Riverlands, before closing the distance as he moved to bash the man in the face with his shield.

The roar of the crowd went out as the plated shield contacted the knight's helmeted face, sending him staggering back with a rounding boom of metal meeting metal like a hammer beating upon the avail.

Victor looked on with pride, it an expression he had not used in ages, not since his own son from the first years of the Targaryen reign had bested his foe's "Yes. Ser Creighton's strength and skill has grown exponentially, since I've taken him under my stewardship. I foresee his line serving the house of Von Carsteins for generations to come." he admitted, he had plans for the young man in his scheme to take over the world.

Deciding to turn their conversation in a different direction, Victor brought up the most recent event that was still on people's lips "Tell me. What have you to make of the incident that happened 2 nights ago?" he asked.

What ever smile Tywin had, was replaced by on perfected indifferent expression that hid what he was feeling "I was resting when news came that my daughter's only son could've been harm. Thankfully he was not and my daughter has taken him to her chambers until a new Septa is picked to take care of the prince." Tywin wouldn't say that he was concerned about his grandson.

He was naturally concerned about losing the first heir to not just the crown but also the joining of his house to the house of Baratheon. It put their unity at risk, and the Lannisters own invested power in finally becoming kings once more.

Tywin once attempted to marry his daughter to prince Rhaegar Targaryen, that was until his own friend, king Viserys, refused to allow such a union. Completely out of jealous spite for his Hand and former ally.

Right after Viserys downfall at Robert's rebellion, Tywin ensured that there would be no one to stand between him and the throne. He could've taken the throne by force, he had the numbers compared to Robert rebel lords who were tired and lost a great many of their men in his battle of trident. His brother Stannis was being laid to siege by Tyrel forces in the storm lands, Tywin had the advantage in numbers, position and resources compared to the other lords who were fighting in the war.

But the only reason he didn't claim the throne then and there, was because he knew it would cause him too many problems.

If he claimed the throne, then others would challenge his claim for their own rights to it. Making such absurd claims that they were the descendant of a Targaryen prince or princess or even a bastard from an age of when the Targaryens were in power.

His family would be called traitors, giving any house who hates them the excuse to march against him, even his own bannermen would not hesitate to jump on the opportunity to lay waste to House Lannister.

So he allowed Robert to take the throne, he had a greater claim to it then anyone else, and his success ensured that the long reign of the Targaryen's came to an end. Despite the fact that Viserys had two surviving children, the majority of the seven kingdoms had gotten sick and tired of the Targaryen's abuse of power and their tyrannical reign.

Many of them feared for the next generation if the throne passed on to Viserys only remaining son, if he would be better or worse then his father.

The common saying amongst the small folk, preluded to what everyone waited on hitched breaths when a son and heir was born.

*When a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin.*

They've had their good kings, the bad and finally the worst.

It had not been less than a generation since they successfully ended the Blackfyre rebellion, the worst mistake ever made that haunted the kingdom for generations until the last of the Targaryen bastards was slain.

There were talks of removing the Targaryens from behind closed doors, but they were just talks. No one was really going depose of the Targaryens.

such an action would leave a massive power vacuum that could not so easily be filled.

But Robert did it, and he was barely able to keep the realm together if not for the backing of himself and many other regional lords.

In exchange for Tywin's allegiance, Robert would have to marry his daughter Cersei. Robert tried to stall, of course he would as he still hoped to married Lord Eddard's sister Lyanna, but tragically the girl was dead before Lord stark could save her.

Not that it would've mattered, as Tywin had already dispatched assassins to ensure that Lyanna wouldn't have made it to the capital. They never got the chance to kill her themselves which spared Tywin from any retaliation should they have discover his plot.

But now that Cersei was married to Robert and produced their first Heir.

The fate of their dynasty now rested upon the young child surviving to adulthood and siring more offspring, namely those from the Lannister linage to cement their blood into the Iron Throne.

"Though I am...concerned about the selection of Septa's the crown would pick and its security as of late." Tywin quirked his eyebrow in what people might think was confusion, but in reality, it was intrigue as to what Lord Victor had to say. "I mean no insult to the crown, but given recent events and the possible attempt on the prince's life. The safety of the royal family is questionable at best. I do not call the king into question about this lax nature of his court, that fault lies in his council."

Tywin mentally agreed with that assessment, the small council had degraded in appointing capable men who ensured the kingdoms stability and prosperity to men who only cared about ensuring their own prosperity and security.

He knew of two men who didn't care for the realm entirely as much as they admitted.

The Grand Measter, Pycelle, who was responsible for allowing his men to sack the city.

And Lord Peter Baelish, a snivelling young boy from the vale who somehow managed to weasel his way into the position of master of coin. He knew Baelish was not to be trusted, not just because he was from a relatively new house founded by his Grandfather whose own father was a Braavosi sellsword that pass on his skills and tutelage to his son, founding their small house on the Fingers.

But because he hardly knew the boy who had somehow risen to great prominence... mysteriously. Tywin knew instinctively that Baelish was pocketing more coin, then what the Council knew.

The others, Varys, who was perhaps a man that was easily the only man Tywin could trust to get things done. But his true loyalties was something that not even he knew as the spider played his cards close to the chest.

Stannis was blunt man, much like his father Steffon and only knew him as a single minded but loyal man who aimed to get things done.

Tywin focused on Victor's words as the new lord continued in his talks "After all, how can anyone take a king seriously, if his own council of lords refuses to obey his direct commands. The very men in charge of maintaining the stability of the realm and the king's authority. I worry if others would not see this as a chance to attempt their own hand against the king and his family...it may very well end up in blood shed."

"How do you propose to resolve this concern?" Tywin asked, as victor spoke about the truthful facts that Tywin already knew.

"I foresee it as a chance for House Lannister to invest its own reach into courts. Not to undermine the king's power but to strengthen his hold. Your daughter is a queen with your grandson, the heir and bearer of the unity between house Lannister and Baratheon paving the way for two of the greatest houses of the realm to rule for generations to come."

"But are those really enough?" Victor asked, looking at him as he asked the question that wasn't directed at him but rather...for him. "Perhaps some additional security would ensure the safety of both the prince and the queen."

"You're proposing I send Lannister Troops to the Red Keep?" Tywin raised a brow, at such a suggestion.

It wasn't treasonous, but rather unthinkable as it would topple the fragile balance of power within the capital.

Everyone had their hands on the city and the royal court, they vested their influence and power through the representatives they had to act and present their house. Whether it be in the form of lesser lords, kin or even sons and daughters to catch the eye of the royal heirs in a bid to increase the power and prestige of their house.

If Tywin were to send Lannister soldiers into kingslanding yet again.

People would see it as a blatant move to increase his power drastically by sending soldiers what people would describe as a conquering of the capital.

The balance of power would shift in his favour however in doing so, he would force the other houses to take drastic actions to secure their positions of powers. Some would send more members of their families to court in a desperate bid to secure power.

Houses would ally with each other to combine their strength and political power to overwhelm Tywin's power base.

And of course there would be those who were desperate or foolish enough to send their own armed men in the form of Knights or assassins to weaken his forces by challenging members of his family and his soldiers to fights and duels, or assassinating them in broad daylight.

Choas would run rampant through the capital as it would become a blood-soaked battle ground.

"I am merely suggesting that sending men you can trust to protect the king and his family with some...allies in court, making sure that the political authority of the king does not waver." Victor clarified.

That was a better alternative, and Tywin agreed especially after the debacle of the Hand's insanity and Robert's orders in allowing such a man to resume his office of authority. People were laughing behind Robert's back, he should know as he attended meetings within his family where his cousins and nephews openly mocked the Baratheon king for his attitude and rule.

Political subtly and manoeuvring was something that Robert refused to learn, his brash and brazen attitude made him an near unmoveable once he's set his mind to something. This was both an advantage and disadvantage depending if one benefited from the King's headstrong stubbornness.

His addiction to women, wine and tourney's costed the royal treasury a substantial amount of gold dragons. But Robert seemed to host a new tourney every week, draining the coffers to the point where the crown had to borrow money instead of raising taxes to keep up with Robert's uncontrolled spending.

Lord Tywin looked at Victor as though he had just found a friend right before him, going back to earlier talks they've had, Tywin pushed for a strong alliance between them ."You know, Lord Carstein. Going back to an earlier conversation we had many months ago. A unity between our two houses would create a strong alliance."

Victor nodded and smiled "I couldn't agree more. House Lannister has been true ally to my house since I first settled here, I would see our houses united through our children." he said,

"I'm sure with time, you'll bare an heir worthy to carry on your legacy."

"And you with yours. Though the prince may not carry the name Lannister, he and his children will bare your blood strongly through the Iron Throne." the ancient lord stated, Joffrey was the first prince of newly formed Baratheon dynasty to seat the Iron Throne. He would be the first half Lannister to rule the seven kingdoms when he comes of age, the blood of his house would bare through the Generations.

"I am curious my Lord. Of the marital status of your youngest?" Victor broached on the subject his youngest and second born son who was the only one of Tywin's children who was not married or taken the oath of the Kingsguard to remain celibate "Lord Tyrion is yet to be wed, I sure he can carry on your lineage through his children."

"I am...rather concerned with such a notion." there was a flash of anger and hate before he resumed a natural expression and tone "I fear that Tyrion's offspring will bare the same vulnerabilities as their father." he admitted, fearful that the linage of his drawf son would bare even more stunted offspring and tarnish his legacy.

"Have you heard of drawfs fathering more drawfs?" Victor asked, the subject was obscure when it came to drawf parentage. Humans were so ignorant, they feared what they do not understand and hate what they feared, drawfs were viewed as bastards or worst then bastard depending on who are.

"I have in my younger years seen many stout and short men, siring normal sized son's with women. I'm sure that with time and blessing with the gods that Tyrion would father a child strong enough to bare your name proudly."

Tywin took his words into consideration, he too never really considered if his own stunted son was capable of bearing children, and even if he did, what was the possibility of the child inheriting his son's cursed stature.

Though he had never heard of it, he also never heard of drawfs fathering children either...everyone just assumed that much like their cursed position, drawfs were incapable of having children.

Perhaps he should consider finding a wife for his son to hopefully continue the line.

-Hour of the wolf, Kingslanding. Day 2-

Night came once again to the streets of Kingslanding.

The bodies of last night's slaughter were found, but otherwise everyone went about their day. Death and murder were normal, vice and crime were the true law and order of this city.

The hour of the owl was again present on this dark night, as the wolves, vipers and rats came out from the darkest and slimiest of pits to prowl the empty streets, even while men in chainmail patrol the roads and pathways.

No one was the wiser to the machinations at work, as crouched in a low corner of an alley was young girl.

Garbed in the shabby rags that all young street urchins of this cesspit of a city.

It was not unusual for a child to be out this late. Scraping for coins or food to feed their hungry bellies, but not this time.

The little girl peered from her cover to see small group of men, encroaching in her direction from a narrow and empty pathway.

Like rats in a maze, they knew only one path to take, never knowing the trap that laid before them. As they were only just passing when a sound caught, they're attention.

Chains clicking in sync suddenly jiggled to a stop, gilded capped helmets turned and twisted in the direction of a dark alley.

There, squatting in a corner between the alley and the road... was a little girl.

Rags clinging to her petite form as she curled herself into a ball, whimpers and soft sobbing escaped from her lips as she cried in the shadow of the lightless alley.

The four Goldcloaks stopped in their nightly patrols, amongst them was their lord commander, Lord Joffrey Ryce, the current commander of the city watch approached.

He... wasn't an honourable man.

Honour meant nothing in the south and it was worth just as much as freshly thrown shit in the morning. No Joffrey was a smart man. He didn't rise through the ranks of this city's so called protectors and law enforcers by dealing out fair judgement and upholding the king's law.

No, he rose to power by following the unwritten and unspoken rules of the city.

Survival of the fittest. Murder, betrayal, bribery and connections is what landed him into the most powerful position in the royal capital.

He was the unspoken king of the city, merchants paid him tribute for protection, and whores were at his beck and call. He lived like a king, but he didn't get to be who he was without being smart, he knew that many would kill him for his position, his own men weren't loyal to him, they're loyalty was bought with gold and women.

He knew of few who sought his throne.

One of those few was the young guard he had with him this night.

Janos Slynt, the snivelling worm fancied himself the next lord commander of the city watch. Already he was building his own little kingdom within the city, it was meagre thing, barely even a threat as it was just Janos and a few thugs that extorted some insignificant brothel in the lowest part the city.

It wasn't unusual for members of the city watch to have their own little holds on the city, it helped to keep a certain level of stability within this crime ridden mark on the kingdom. The guards of the watch either ruled the petty gangs or worked alongside them.

If crime was allowed to run rampant, unorganised and chaotic, then the city would upheave itself in savage uprising against everyone.

The watch and the criminals worked hand in hand in keeping the peace , oppressing the downtrodden people and stamping out any silver of resistance amongst the small folk.

Speaking of small, the city watchmen spied on the little girl a few metres from them.

These weren't nice men, they're weren't lawful men.

Even as their commander, a man charged with up holding the law in fairness and lawful judgement of the King's law approached, with a smile not too friendly or warming then what was supposed to be man of the law was to display when comforting a crying child.

"What seems to be the problem little girl?" he asked, his smile wasn't a good smile, it was a sinister grin as his eye's trailed down her small form with clear intent.

The little crying girl didn't lift her head, as she kept on sobbing in her knee's "I-I-I-I killed someone!" she sobbed in a whisper. And yet despite her admittance to murder, not one of them appeared shocked or moved by this.

Murder was as common as breathing, even a child as young as her was expected to kill or mug to survive.

"Who did you kill?" Joffrey asked, inching closer to her, not at all threatened to be near her, he was confident in his own protection and guard detail.

"...You." without raising her head, she plunged a dagger quicker then they're eye's follow into Joffrey's neck! Joffrey was already a dead man by the time the city watch reacted and they reacted very slow as several dark shadows dropped from the roofs and landed on them like stones. Caught by sheer surprise, the men of the watch were sent crashing to the ground, pinned by the weights of several figures.

One by one, the men of the city watch were stabbed or had their throats slit with such precision and grace of master assassins, despite their adversaries being no more then children.

But as the last man was about to be killed "Stop!" a command rang out from the darkness of the alley, behind where the little girl who had stabbed his commander stood.

From the darkness, a hooded figure walked out from the unnatural embrace of the dark shadows in the alley that covered her.

From under the hood, the mysterious leader of these child assassins leered down at the only survivor of their blitz attack "This one we leave alive...for now." she raised her hand and laid it upon the head of the girl who killed his commander, and stroked it in an praising manner "Well done Amma. I am pleased with your commitment to my order's" the mysterious being praised the girl, who acted like a domesticated puppy being rewarded.

"Thank you, mother!" she cried out in joy from the affection she was receiving.

The so-called mother of these murderous street urchins walked past the girl and directly towards to the last of the gold cloaks they had yet to kill.

Upon proximity, Ellyn knelt down to look at the incapacitated gold cloak she had spared "You should considered this a fortunate night for yourself ser. Not many get the chance you're about to receive." despite their closeness, Ellyn made sure that the man beneath her gaze could not see her face.

She had no qualms in showing it, considering that this pitiful worm wouldn't know her even if he was born around the same year she was. Many peasants go about their lives never seeing the face of their lords and ladies, but still...her dear husband and lord Victor explicitly ordered that they're nature remain a top secret from the wider world.

This included her identity as the former lady of house Rayne and the murdered woman of the famous rains of Castamere.

While some of her physical aspects have changed, her hair colour, complexion, eye's and years retaken back to a youth she had lost in a previous life. There was still the possibility that someone could identify her by her true name or at the very least...know her face and report her for the heinous actions she would commit.

"W-what do you want!?" The man of the city watch asked, his fear plain to see, almost on the verge of breaking into tears and whimpering like a pitiful creature. It was disgusting to Ellyn who previously enjoyed the sight and sense of terror from her prey, but this worm wasn't giving her that same thrill she got from her previous victims.

"What I want ser...I'm sorry, where are my manners." she said, each word she spoke wasn't sincere in the slightest, instead she spoke with playful yet well mannered tone that contradicted her actions. "Who are you again? I never quite got your name."

The gold cloak knew that struggling wouldn't help and any form of defiance would only hasten his demise. Like the instinctual nature that all slimy rats within this flea infested city possessed, he was quick to show his belly "I-it's J-J-Janos! Janos Slynt!" The city watchmen introduced himself, every second of breathing was precious to him at this point, as he was held with a knife to his throat.

"Ser Slynt. You can considered this a most opportune moment in your career." Ellyn smiled from beneath her cloak, her fangs flashing in the moonlight that shined down from the midnight sky above.

Whether Janos believed in Demons or his eye's didn't quite see her abnormal features didn't matter at his point. What mattered to him was his own miserable existence, they stalled their hand which meant they needed something from him...so he was inclined to listen to this opportunity they had if only to hold onto some glimmer of hope that he would not die this night "W-What do want?"

The question prompted a pause from Ellyn "...What do I want? Hmmmmm?...I want a lot of things. Riches, power, blood... Revenge! What anyone in my position wouldn't want." she described her desire plainly "But that will all come in... due time. No, what I want ser Slynt is my hands within this city." she stated, gesturing her hands to everything around them, the bricks and tiles of the houses and buildings, the stony streets where within the lines and deep in the crevices, shit clung to its foundations.

"I want to control the stink and muck of this crime infested cess pit. But I can't do that without the proper assurances that my operations will not be disturbed. And for that...I need you or rather, anyone like you." she explained. It was rather simple from his point of view and the point of view from every nameless bastard within this city.

Nothing could get done without the support from the city watch or someone within the city watch. No gang of thugs or group of thieves could operate securely without paying their tithes to the law of the city.

The same rules applied to the ordinary denizens who lived in this immoral metropolis.

It was the unspoken rule that everyone lived by.

Shops and businesses could not sell their wares without paying protection to either the city watch or the gangs who ran their streets, or both. And Merchants couldn't set foot on the ports nor leave it without paying the toll that all ship merchants must pay to import and export their wares.

Not even the small council, for all their wisdom, authority and responsibility over the realms stability gave a rat's ass about this simple matter right on their doorstep. As long as the gold kept flowing, no one really cared, especially the king whose inattentive rule over the realm became a source of gossip and gospel that served to entertain the people, something that hasn't been seen since the reign of Aegon the Unworthy.

"Why? Why me? What do you want from me?" Janos asked, that small glimmer now grown to a flicker of desperate hope.

Ellyn squatted down to his level, avoiding letting any other part of her body to touch the shit coated bricks "What I want from you, Slynt. Is a powerful friend in the City Watch. Someone who can ensure that my workings within this city goes unnoticed in the public eye. Someone who can make sure that any whisper of my dealing and actions do not pass on to the courts." Janos now knew what she wanted from him.

Janos couldn't help it if his southerner side reared its head "What can you do for me? What would I get for helping you?" he soon regretted saying those words, it was almost a natural instinct with people born in the south, to always seek some advantage or gain in deals or bargains.

Ellyn's lips reared back in a sneer "Firstly, I wouldn't slit your throat right here, right now!" the knife held against this neck pressed deeply against the skin of his throat, as the child holding him at their mercy pulled the blade deeply against his unprotected throat, enough to bite the skin and draw the thinnest line of blood from the muscles underneath.

And then her expression returned to a soft and more gentler features "Secondly, the benefits of being in my employ would be worth more then its weight in gold." she offered, drawing his attention to the children who effortlessly killed his comrades.

"I am a person who can get things done. And that's not empty boasting, let a demonstration be all you need to confirm my powers." Janos watched as one of her hands lit ablaze with fire, but without a blazer nearby. The fire was of a different colour then traditional fire and WildFyre, its colour was a cold icy blue that burned with an essence of death.

Needless to say, Janos stared with eye's wide as dinner plates towards the mystical flames burning in Ellyn's hand. "By the gods!..." Janos gasped, his eye's never leaving the impossible sight that he previously knew was nothing but mere fantasy rather then a reality.

But now...it made him question if the existence of other things he had previously held in disbelief.

"Gods. Feh! I learned long ago that the gods you worship, are nothing but lies and fables." Ellyn said, spitting out the words about gods like venom in her mouth with such contempt "The old Gods. The Seven. The Lord of Light. All of them are nothing but empty idols that you heap your hopeless faith and worship upon. No, who you really should be sending your thanks and praises to, should be me." she expressed, holding her arms wide out from her body to receive the praise and awe that she eagerly awaited to received.

The children around did as such, smiling at her and looking at her with wordless loving praise.

"I can be a very generous god to you Ser Slynt. All I require, is your loyalty and devotion. Prove to me, you have what it takes to be my hand within the law and nothing in the world would be denied to you." she offered the opportunity he knew he could not refuse. Firstly, because to deny her offer was to have his throat slit then and there.

And Second, she had proven that she was more then capable of fulfilling on her promises, and if she really was a god which he highly doubted...she stated that she can be generous which meant that if he was to garner her favour, he would be set for life.

So he accepted his fate in becoming her willing Pawn in this city "...What will you have of me...my lady?" he angled his head in a bow to her, ignoring the pain as his skin scrapped against the bricked street.

Ellyn smiled, pleased that he submitted to her rule, she signalled for her daughter who had been pinning him to let him go. Janos felt the weight of all of the little assassin's lift as every one of them got off from him and took their place with their Mother who looked at him with a thoughtful smile as he stood up.

"Firstly, I think the position of a lowly guardsmen is unbefitting of one of my loyal followers. You should be commander of the city watch." his reaction was expected as he snapped his head to look up at her with both excitement and caution.

"M-My lady... That position while vacant at the moment..." he paused, looking to the side of his former commander who laid dead on the ground "Is not easily attained. There are others who stand to inherit my former commander's position. Men of higher rank and...greater support from fellow guardsmen and lords who would push for them to become commander instead of me."

He was a new recruit, barely even a noticeable stain within the ranks to be seen by anyone as useful.

There were others who stood to inherit Joffrey's position as Commander of the watch.

Men who held seniority of rank as well as the allegiance of most of the men within the Watch. None of them would allow an upstart like him to take the reigns over them all.

The only fate for him, would be death if he so much as tried to usurp them.

To answer his concerns, Ellyn simply stated "You let me worry about that. I'll ensure that you will be commanding the law and order in this filth of a city. But YOU! Will see to it that all of our actions are masked and swept from the eye's of the public. Starting with the bodies of your former brothers." she pointed to the dead bodies of his fellow guardsmen, the only other witnesses to his deal with the devil.

Getting rid of them was as easy as buying a whore in this city. He knew of a couple of butchers who made money out of fresh meat and didn't decern between animal...or human. "As you command... My lady." he bowed, like a servant would to a lord.

"Very good and remember ser Slynt. I...am always watching." she said, slinking back into the shadows that concealed her and her daughters as they disappeared into the night.

-Later, back at the Red Keep.-

Ellyn once more climbed back into her apartment, invading the walls was much more easier now that she had access to one of the secret entrances to the red keep. Breaking the locks was as easy as tearing paper.

She was moved through the bowls of the Red Keep, much like the sentries on the outer parameter, the night guardsmen and servants were lax in their duties.

The kingsguard stood at their posts outside the royal chambers with few of their members asleep and taking shifts to protect the royal family. The members of the kingsguard were divided between King Robert's quarters and queen Cersei's chambers.

As much as Ellyn would have liked to have slain the offspring of Tywin and his royal bastard grandson...it would have to wait.

Ellyn slinked and slithered through the halls like a dark predator, until she returned to her den where her other awaited patiently and with an amused smile as he stared at her with knowing expression. "I see progress has been made on your end."

"Keeping tabs on me?" she sent a coy smile, it wasn't a question, she already knew that her lord was keeping a close eye on her.

His smirk spoke of how he was entertained by what she did this day, his red eye's gleaming in the darkness of their room with a twinkling aura of interest "For the time being. For as long as we are in this den of vipers. My gaze upon you will not lift."

"What, don't you trust me~" she asked, coyly as she expressed a mocking hurt and concerned expression

"I trust you. But its them I do not trust." he said, referring to the dregs she recently recruited, his eye's no longer holding any positive or light hearted emotion as they returned to a burning coldness that reflected the darkness pits of hell. His smile was gone as his faced assumed a stoic expression "you recruited the city guard...why?" he asked, wanting to know why she took the risk of recuiting one of the gold cloaks.

"I needed someone on the side of the law to help sweep away any evidence of the working of my daughters." Ellyn explained, all of their activates needed a way to be covered up or swept away from the

"Daughters?" Victor inquired, curious to know why she is referring to those street urchins as her daughters?

Victor knew that Ellyn did not possess any maternal instinct or love for these children that bared no kinship or blood-ties with her, still he allowed her to explain her unusual name for them.

Ellyn smiled an over confident smile at her little endeavour and achievements this night "A name I chosen to call my spy's and agents. My Shadow Daughters. An appropriate name as they'll be my daughters, whom I'll train and tutor, and Nourish as though they were my children. Until they're ready to become my shadows. My agents to extend my reach to all corners of the realm." She explained, detailing her plans and intentions for these children she adopted.

Victor bore a thoughtful expression over her words, inwardly he was smiling. Like a teacher proud of the results their student had achieved.

"...I approve. Children are malleable and more susceptible to training and indoctrination." victor mused, recalling empires and kingdoms from earlier ages who employed similar methods in raising and training soldiers, assassins and spies for their cause.

The Masters of the Unsullied were a prime example of their ancestor's crude but effective process of turning children into fearless and undaunted soldiers by robbing them of everything that made them human.

Victor would proudly say that he was eager to see the fruits of Ellyn's little project in the capital "I look forward to seeing the results. This will your project to head from now on. Yours to control and command for the foreseeable future." he was giving her reign to do as she pleased with this investment, her first real chance at commanding instead of following.

But, Victor was not done as he gave her fair warnings about this new power he entrusted to her "But, that also means that any failure, any repercussions and any breach of our secrets will fall on you. Am I clear?" the responsibility was equally measured by the success she would bring with this new power that she owned.

"Yes, my lord." she acknowledge his warnings, bowing to his presence like a subordinate to a master.

Victor smiled at her adopted demeanour, she had quickly come to play the part of a student or subordinate rather then an equal in cases revolving around her acquiring new skills or positions of trust in their game of power.

"Very good. Now, tomorrow we will be participating in the grand feast, in honour of his grace." Ellyn looked at him with a puzzled expression by what he just said.

"I thought the feastings happened after the tourney's. Why is there a grand feast?" she asked out, the festivities that bared food, wine and entertainment always occurred right after a day of the tourney. Sometimes to celebrate the victory of a champion, or the reason for the tourney being held such as the birth of a child, a marriage or a victory in battle.

It was the latter of these options as the tourney was held in honour of the victory in Greyjoy's failed rebellion. So the feast was still a feast, the only thing grand about it was the name added to it, nothing else made it any different then the average feast on days of celebration.

The king had been having tourney's and festivities day and night, on the coins from the royal coffers...Ellyn wasn't banker from the Iron Bank of Bravoos, but she had to wonder on where the money for these extravagant tourney's was coming from because she was sure that no taxes were raised recently.

She'd had an inkling that the royal coffers were bleeding by now, the extravagant spending the king has done throughout his reign.

Victor clarified the true purpose of these grand celebration "A request by the queen herself. She appealed to her husband the king, to arrange a grand feasts and dance to commemorate this new age of his prosperous reign. Her words entirely." Victor explained and watched with some amusement at how Ellyn's expression darkened. "There will be entertainment, singers, musicians and performers. But the main event will be the dance, that everyone is expected to perform." On the surface, it seemed like a simple thing, however it had a hidden meaning that the two immortals and few mortals knew of the real agenda for such an event.

Another ploy of the queen to get closer to Victor, this was another blatant attempt to be the presence of the prominent lord after so many failures and blunders affected by poor timing or circumstance.

"Its blatantly obvious she mimicking the celebrations we held in Drakenhoff." Ellyn growled out, even a blind man can see the obvious ploy in the queen's actions. Ellyn's nails sharpened into pointed claws that could rend flesh while her lips parted back in a sneer to reveal her fangs.

Something that always amused the immortal as she seemed to subconsciously merge with that animal that lurked under their skin in bouts of rage or passion. He would agree with her on one thing about the queen...he had no intention of copulating with her unless it was a necessity, but even still...he would take no joy or pleasure from it "Indeed. Still, it will be In our element, as the feastings will be held at the hour of the owl." the two shared a looked.

That was enough time through the day to make any arrangements or settle a couple of plan and plots she they underway.

Ellyn would have the time she needed to execute her hand within the city and plot her next course of actions in establishing her domain.

She shared in his smirk "Our Element indeed. The sheep will not realise that there are wolves among them." she said, comparing themselves to predators stalking amongst their prey.

For them, the night had an opposite effect on them then during the day.

The sun had a debilitating affect on them, weakening their strength, eating away at their resolve. To be caught in its deadly gaze, was a death sentence.

However when the Night shrouded the sky, it brought a vitalising aura that enhanced their abilities and allowed them to become their true selves. Masters of the darkness and all the secrets that it possessed.

"Nore will they know of our intentions. Until we strike with the fury of a legion." Victor said, for the first time. His fangs flashed and his eye's burned with the great powers that burned like the star hidden deep beneath his skin.

Her master's power was unfathomable.

Just when she thought she knew the depth of his abilities and strength, only to discover even more levels to his majesty.

Victor's powers and knowledge was timeless, as was his presence and involvement in the affairs of the known world and all that history had recorded.

Ellyn wouldn't doubt it if Victor truly was a god in human form...recently she had caught of glimsp of the dark creature hidden beneath his human shell...that image was forever burned into her nightmares.

"Our efforts will pay off, when the time to strike comes. All of the pieces we manuver in this game, will play its part in the final end game." he quoted, for all of their plans and schemes that will be pivotal to the moment when they finally unleash their weapons and machinations upon all who stands in the way to their right to rule.

"Now, we must retire back to our coffins. Tomorrow brings with it new challenges and opportunities to utilise." the two of them once more resided back into their respective coffins that was concealed directly under their large bed.

Their dreamless torpor entrapping their minds as they're bodies rested until day break.

-Omake. Covernent of the sisterhood of Shadows.-

Blessed be to you, our Dark mother.

You, whose beauty, and power is that of the night.

Dark and majestic.

Ominous and powerful.

Vaste and endless.

We, your daughters. Offer own bodies and souls to thee.

Let us suckle upon your crimson gift and become your servants.

Use our bodies as the instrument of your will.

Let our souls be the chain that binds us to your command.

Let our forms be shaped to the purposes of your divinity.

Let our lives be spent in worshipping you and our deaths in serving you.

Accept our pledge and let us be reborn as your Shadow Daughters.

Sah'rai Khyse, Sect Mother of the Carmilla bloodline.

Inducting new members into the Sisterhood.

Finish.

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Skin Deep Ch 13 40%

Jaune Arc MD- Naruto Arc Part 2 90%

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Dance of Serpents Ch 1 Re-written 80%

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Kim Possible- Rise of Shadows Ch 10 80%

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