Arthur: Very sorry for the late update. My life could be better and I'm going through some things right now. I try to write as often as i can. Enjoy the chapter!

Jon

"Today is the moment of fate. The moment of decision on whether I live or die."

Enhanced by the stormy black sky swirling up ahead, mount Valyr stood beautiful in its uncanny brilliance. It was a mountain. It was the most monstrous mountain Jon had ever seen. It was taller than all fourteen volcanoes, and its true height was too far up in the sky for Jon to see. It's width was almost as impressive. Along its face dangled long and thick chains interlocking with other chains, many of them broken into pieces. The front was also disfigured, weathered and looked to be on the brink of collapse. There are open caverns which Jon assumed the dragons could fly in to be chained. Most of them were crumbled entirely. At the bottom of the mountain was a dark tunnel, its mouth so tall and wide Jon was comfortable all of Euron's ships can pass through quite easily.

"That is where we go," Euron said softly, his eye on the entrance. Jon snarled when Euron put his hand on his shoulder as casually as a father would a son. "There is where I will live. There is where I will die. This is where I will be reborn again."

Jon said nothing and did nothing but seethe more and more the longer Euron had his hand on his shoulder.

"This is a benchmark, Jon, of how you were the critical key to getting what I most desire. You are the object that will lead me to the path of a god."

"I am not your object, you scum."

Euron then gazed into Jon's face with fever intensity in his blue eye. "You are a wonderful object indeed…" The hand on Jon's shoulder lifted to Jon's lips and caressed it gently. "Wonderful indeed."

You vile piece of shit! Keep your fucking hands off me! Disgust boiling in his stomach, Jon veered away from Euron's slimy touch. He wish he could stick his sword in his eye but knew it was folly.

Euron didn't hit him or threatened him. He simply laughed. "You are too much fun Jon! Too much fun! You must meet my dear brother of mine Aeron. He is much like you, I think. No…am I thinking of Victarion? Doesn't matter in the slightest – they both hold dear love for me. Though I do remember Victarion trying to put his axe in between my eyes. Tough brother love, don't you agree?" Euron rambled as the entrance to the tunnel slowly drew closer.

"My brothers never tried to put an axe between my eyes," Jon said. Not only do I hate you – your brothers do too. Kin slaying be damned. If I was his brother, I would make sure the tip of my axe is kissing his damn brains for all of eternity."

"You didn't stick around long enough for it to happen! You're a bastard, Jon," Euron explained slowly as if Jon didn't know he was a bastard for all his life. "Evil blood runs through your veins."

"And yours don't?"

Euron grinned, stretching his blue-stained lips wide. "It does. And it feels good. Why stop the rush when I enjoy the pain of others? More specifically, you?"

"Psychopath bitch." Jon kept his face blank and turned it back to the front just as they were making the entrance into the hole. Jon's skin crawled without warning as the ship entered the mouth. "Here we go."

At one and the same time, the mutes raised bright torches in the air. The glare from the torches, unfortunately, exposed the dozens of beady-eyed overgrown bats suspending from the roof. They were taller than men. Their eyes glowed a horrifying yellow. The underside of their wings that they wrapped themselves with was of a deep red. The horns on their twitching heads were sharp as their talons. "Blood-eating bats…?" Jon wanted to sigh.

"The light is making them angry," Jon said with a scowl. He clenched his burnt hand and then clenched his sword.

Euron was looking up at the bats too with a smile. "Yes. Yes, they are."

The hideous bats gave them an ear-piercing screech and the unsettling sound of rustling as they climbed and scratched their way on the ceiling towards them. They landed on the other ships with a squeal and attacked to kill. Some of them attached their talons to the mutes' heads to squeeze them to a pulp. Most of them simply grabbed the mutes and carried off into the darkness.

"Why are they coming towards us? I thought light makes bats go away!" Jon cursed and held his sword out in front. "I will not die today." His initial fear gradually turned to anger. "You dare try to kill me?" His glass eye burned.

The first batch swept in on their ship in a horde of snapping teeth and flurry of wings. Jon swung at one and caught it full in the face. The bat squealed in misery. Jon ruthlessly yanked his sword down, taking the bat for a ride and stomping its head in with a squelch of blood. He heard a flap and in the nick of time, swerved to the side and dodged sharp talons. Jon buried his sword in its back. Just as he pulled his sword out, another monster flashed its talons at his face, nicking him and making him stumble.

Seeing his vulnerability, the bat flew in for the kill with its feet aimed at his chest. Jon snarled and blocked the attack with his sword. He readied his arm and punched full force into its face. The bat squealed, backed up a little bit, and blinked its eyes in confusion. Feeling sick pleasure at its pain, Jon punched it again. Harder this time. It crumbled. With a single swipe, the head was taken clean off.

A bat attached to his shoulder and clamped its teeth on his shoulder. There was a click as the bat's fangs snapped upon Jon's Valyrian chainmail. "You have just died for your stupidity." Jon reversed his grip and shoved his sword into the bat's belly. He pushed it off him and left it to die in misery.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!" Euron shouted and slashed three bats horizontally simultaneously with the golden Brightroar. Euron's blue eye was bright with excitement, and he was dripping wet in bat blood and guts. He took a moment to thrust both of his arms in the air and yell, "AHAHAHA, this is old Valyria!" Euron brought both of his arms down at the right moment for a downward slice to cut a bat in half, splattering even more blood on his crazed face.

Jon narrowed his eyes at that and focused. He let a bat swoop in to knock him to the floor and used that pain to enter the bat's mind. Jon ruthlessly pushed through the mental building blocks within seconds. Snap! The bat's mind broke. Jon now sees the world through the eyes of the bat. It was startling to see how much it differs seeing from his normal eye. He got off his body and flapped his wings to lift in the air. How do I see? Jon wondered in confusion. The world was blurry. The shapes moving about didn't make sense. Jon thought of something and let out a high-pitch squeal. He watched as the white outlines of his echo traveled outwards and bounce off another moving bat, illuminating it as bright as the sun. Jon swiftly intercepted it in the air and dug his sharp teeth into its eyes and made it squeal and squirm.

The blood was delicious. Jon held on until the bat stopped moving entirely and let it plummet to the waters below. "One of your own has turned on you," Jon thought in dark humor. "It's time for you to die." He sounded like Euron but didn't care at this particular moment. They attacked him first. It was either him or them. Jon chooses him.

It went on for a while – Jon using the advanced echoes to track the other bats in the air and using his teeth and talons to rip them apart. The other bats soon noticed he wasn't on their side, but it was far too late for them to make some type of adjustment. Jon tore through them like paper. Arrows shot from the mutes landed with a thump and took more of them out of the air. Spatters of bodies plunging into the water were satisfying music to Jon's ears. Seeing this, the few remaining monster bats screeched as they retreated into the darkness ahead.

Jon opened his eye and went back into his own body. The bat he inhabited dropped from the air and crashed with a splash into the water. "You were good while it lasted." He used the animal for his own ends, and he couldn't find it in himself to feel guilty or the slightest bit sorry.

"That was brilliant what you did there," Euron told him, smiling, covered in bat guts. "Using one of their own to do your dirty work. You are an evil bastard indeed."

"I wonder who taught me that," Jon thought dryly. He ignored Euron and tried to wipe the bat blood off his sword. "All these mutes are under your control. My evil is evil. But it is small compared to your evil."

"Can you imagine how proud lord Stark would be if he was here?"

The words chaffed him raw. Jon glared harshly at the Crow's Eye and wished him dead on the spot. "Don't you dare say his name!"

Euron laughed. "He would be prouder than me I bet! And I'm pretty fucking proud of you, Jon. Actually – scratch that. I'm a much better father to you than he ever was."

"What the hell."

"Wh-what?" Jon couldn't stop himself from stuttering in shock.

"I'm better than ole Ned Stark in parenting."

Jon stared at him in stunned disbelief.

"You had me in the same room with dead women and children for the whole voyage. You had starved me for days until by ribs were exposed. You struck me in the face with an incapacitated head and gave me a concussion. You whipped me until my back bled and strips of my skin peeled off. You gave me this scar on my face. You. Took. Out. My. EYE!"

Anger swept through him like a tidal wave. The glass candle exploded with power under his eyepatch and burned at his rage. The gloves on his hands almost tore apart from the tension he applied to them. "And you think you can be a father? Better than the man that actually raised me with honor? You have no honor. You're a fucking monster, and you have turned me into one. I will kill myself before I ever call you, my father!"

Euron gleefully saw the look on his face and explained, "I have improved you. Your valuableness in the grand schemes of things improved by leaps and bounds with my guidance. Do you know how? Because I know you in ways Ned doesn't. I have shown you your real self. Look!" He motioned to the dead monsters around them, torn and shredded. "You're not cut from the same breed as the Starks. You're better. They were holding you back, and you knew it. I see the look in your eye. You enjoy inflicting pain and imposing your powers on the weak."

"Enough talking. I will end you once and for all."

Jon looked into Euron's blue eye and extended his consciousness.

Euron put up a warning finger. "Aht, Aht. Don't do that, Jon. I am not a spider or a bat that will fall easily to your itsy-bitsy warg. Think about that before you do something hilariously stupid. Hmmm, it might get you killed."

"Fuck you." Jon turned away from him to cross his arms and looked ahead. With that, it somewhat turned back to normal and less hectic.

The next hours passed with the ships steamrolling ahead. The pressure Jon felt when he has first seen the mountain increased significantly. Jon knew it was the doom of Valyria. "What kind of beast is it? The 'god of death' is too fucking vague for my taste and does not cut it. Is it a dragon, a really big one? The Greyjoy will not tell me," Jon knew. Euron stood next to him, smiling as if he has everything figured out. "He is keeping me in the dark intentionally."

Jon mulled over the possibility of just using his glass eye to look ahead but stilled himself. "When I first started using my glass eye to explore the areas, there were monsters, way more dangerous than these bats, who avoided being seen. Not only were those monsters powerful – but intelligent as well. This monster is surely intelligent as well. Well, you have to be if you managed to bring down the greatest empire the world has ever seen. And a tough bastard…."

"…. But what kind of monster do you have to be to kill hundreds of dragons?" Jon tried to think of things on the top of his head that could do this deed but came up with only one. "I hate to say this, but only a god can do this. And if this is a god of some sort, we are dead before our feet hit land."

"We are here," Euron muttered.

Jon looked farther ahead and agreed instantly. "Yes. Most likely we are here."

Up ahead were monstrous majestic twin doors that were pure obsidian and decorated with untranslatable and exceptional glyphs wrought in gold. In the middle was a dragon wrought in obsidian, snarling. "Imposing."

"Now. How are we going to open that, is what your probably thinking," Euron said.

"No. The door is closed, and we should go away, is more likely what I'm thinking."

"You see that spot in the water?" Euron pointed.

Jon looked, and his breath left his lungs. "Is that a dragon?" "But no. It's a skeleton of one." Under the surface of the water was a stationary winged beast of bones and no flesh or scales. It was bigger than the Silence. Jon can see its skeletal head looking upwards as if waiting for a ship to pass overhead and swallow it whole. It wasn't moving, but it was held in one place in the water like it was stuck there. "It's held in place by magic."

"Yes and no. It looks like one but does not live as you can see. Its only function is to absorb blood in the water and allow access to open the doors. The Valyrians must've killed it and punished it further by weaving a spell to have it working for them long after its death."

"How bad could that dragon have been in order for them to do that?"

"This one possibly endeavored to escape or killed its master," Euron answered his unspoken question. "One of the few abnormalities in dragon mastery. We open the door by giving this disgraced dragon a bit of blood. We are going to use your blood."

"Just like last time." Jon wasn't surprised in the slightest. If there is a way for Euron to use him he will do it.

…...Then alarm crawled through his stomach. A knot formed in his throat. "Why keep using my blood? Why not use the mutes?" This is Old Valyria. My Stark blood does not matter here.

Euron stared at him for a long time and then shook his head. "You are too smart for your own good, boy. Follow my instructions." He handed him a knife. "Cut yourself and get your blood directly in the water above the dragon."

Even while Jon prepared to do just that, walking to the prow of the ship, his head swarmed with implications. "He used my blood to enter this place, to ward off the monsters that were in our way. Now he uses my blood again to bypass a door only Valyrians can bypass, clearly." Jon stared at his gloved hand. "Am I part Valyrian? But it doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense." And so he wiped it from his mind. He took his glove off.

Jon slid the knife easily over his palm. He felt some sort of detachment as he watched the blood drip into the water below. "I have lost enough blood to feed all of the seven kingdoms. What's a few drops more?"

The water churned very alike to a machine. Like a moth to a flame, the water zipped into the gaping jaws of the skeletal dragon. A low rumble vibrated the water. Then amazingly, the enchanted doors glowed a bright red and creaked open. The water swooshed and splashed apart. Jon held up his hand to guard against the sprays.

Air rushed out passed the doors like a projectile. The wind pushed Jon's hair back. The smell almost made him grimace, but he was too used to the smell of the silence to be truly affected. But the wind carried another scent too – darkness, and death.

The ships continued until it touched solid ground. Up ahead was the utter annihilation of something Jon assumed used to be something magnificent and awe-inspiring. It was a wide and spacious room, and Jon can guess it used to be a conference room of sorts – much larger than the norm, of course. The row upon row has chairs arranged in a circle to face the dais in the front of the room. The chairs were black as char from some unexplained heat. Big and nasty cobwebs were in every corner. Colossal pillars that reached the cavern ceiling lay crumbled and broken, blocking off many corridors. Massive scorch marks blighted the tapestry lined on the walls and kissed every part of the room. "They were killed by fire," Jon observed critically. He walked to a desk on the lower level and dragged his finger through old soot. "A lot of fire."

Many deceased Valyrian bodies lay before them. Their bones were seared awfully black, and quite a few of them were dislocated violently. The skeletons were scattered out erratically. "They were thrashed about." Jon peered at the skeleton far up on the wall, impaled and held in place by a Valyrian spear. "He was killed by his own weapon?"

"They died horribly," Jon said.

"They were weak and frail, defeated by a creature they summoned," Euron answered back. "Yet, you wear their armor and wield their weapons. What does that make you – the frail of a frail?"

Jon watched as the rest of the ships docked and lowered their planks. The slaves came first rattling. They came to them naked and in chains. They walked slowly and stumbling, their heads bobbling weakly. Their eyes were unseeing. Jon gazed at them silently, grateful that it was them and not him.

"I raped them. All of them. It makes it so much easier to break their minds," Euron said merrily. "You see – I'm not controlling all of them inside their heads simultaneously. Only a greenseer is capable of doing that," he said with a slight scowl. Jon smirked internally at that. "But after you break their mind, you spend just the right of time slipping into the void you have created, and they will subconsciously do what they know you wanted them to do. It takes days, but it will happen."

Jon found himself more curious than disgusted by this revelation. "From the volume of warging into their minds, you have left an imprint of yourself and at the same time created a link between you and that person."

Euron beamed, very pleased. "Yes! Exactly! Their consciousness is my subconsciousness. They will be without purpose without me. Warging is a very unique art that I still don't fully understand yet. The whole world following my vision – that is how the world should be. That will be the world after my work is done."

"They are not people anymore. They are mindless puppets that you have abused for hours on end to make into your own personal soldiers. But that is quite effective… Having your own mini army with unquestionable loyalty is outmatched to everything except having your own dragon."

The tide of slaves went in until the mutes came abroad, Dornish, Tyroshi, Braavosi, men from Sothoryos, and other cities came down the plank, dead eyes and not thought within their steps.

A very familiar set of huge eight-hairy legs appeared on the plank. Shivers ran down Jon's spine. "You're using that…thing?"

Euron had a smirk. "Yes. Yes, I am."

"I broke its mind." "I should be using it to protect me."

Euron's gaze sharpened on him. "And what if you did? It is mine."

Silently bristling, Jon turned away to return his gaze to the undead arachnid. Its eight eyes and its twitching pinchers still gave him goosebumps. The creature had Jon on the verge of death, and he will certainly not fail to recall that. The monster spider still had the gaping hole he had plunged through with Brightroar, Jon noted appraisingly. "Euron may have stitched you up, but you are still dead. I have killed you and would kill you again."

Jon and Euron waited for a few of the mutes to move to be their vanguard before proceeding to a corridor that was the closest to the front. Their steady procedure echoed through the empty passageway. It was eerie silent. Jon fought off a wince with every loud step that was made.

And they were being watched. It was an unsettling feeling. There was nothing amiss that he could see yet, but there was something off.

The pressure that was building up in Jon's chest was at its climax. "We are bound to meet the beast at any minute," he knew. "Is it foolish to hope that we can find it before it finds us? Yes, yes, it is, Jon. Best case, the monster kills Euron and all of his puppets while I escape out of this hell in the silence and dodge all the damn monsters in the path. Worst case, we all die… This does not look good."

They stopped when they saw the depiction of a roaring dragon wrought in the ground. Above it was ascending steps leading to a huge metal cage, the largest cage Jon has ever seen, larger than any ship Euron has in his possession. "I'm not going to ask why the Valyrians have created this monstrous thing. They did it because they know they can, and the rest of civilization can go fuck themselves. Wait…if this is a winch, where is the…"

"I'm assuming this is a winch of some sort?" Jon stated, searching the winch to see if his eye was playing tricks on him.

"Correct," Euron answered easily.

"A winch with nothing to pull it up. So, this is a dead end then?" Jon thought with a little bit of hope.

"There are no ropes."

"Correct again! The ropes – we don't need them."

Jon turned his head toward Euron slowly. "We don't need the ropes?" "Who the hell does he think he is? He's going to manifest wings and fly to the top like Balerion the black dread? Is he going to use his eye instead of the ropes?"

"No." Euron pointed to the dragon wrought in the ground. "That will thrust us to the top, my dear boy."

"How?"

Suddenly Euron's hands were on Jon's neck and squeezing hard. "Don't do that. The asking too many questions. I don't like to be questioned. It makes me feel like I don't know what the fuck I'm doing when I know I do. You should know this, don't you?" Euron whispered.

"If he does not let go, I will wet my sword red with his blood. I don't give a damn about dying. I just want to be rid of him." Jon glared at him, more specifically his neck, hand slowly reaching for the sword at his waist.

Quick as the wind on a sail, Euron's grin was back on his face. "I'm glad you can understand me clearly. Now get in the fucking cage." He pushed Jon forward, making him stumble.

As the front of the cage closed, Jon wondered, "How in the hell are we going to the top?"

He heard an unfathomable deep growl from beneath them and then he knew. Jon heard a slight hiss, blinked, and then suddenly the whole cage was soaring upwards so fast that Jon didn't know they had moved. And yet, he didn't feel the slightest thing at all. His feet stayed planted, and his body hardly swayed at all.

And just like that, the cage stopped abruptly. The front of the cage opened. Jon was hit full force in the face by hot hair that ruffled his hair and made him close his one eye. "It is unbelievably hot. It should be freezing cold at this height. Another thing to thank the Valyrians for."

Jon observed his surroundings, seeing multiple towers, small keeps, and other constructions destroyed along the jagged tops of the mountain. They were all evidently scorched black beyond oblivion. Jon detected the bones of dragons littered around the landscape. The remains were black due to their high iron and relatively unaffected by the doom.

Jon moved out of the cage with Euron silently having the mutes and slaves spread out around the perimeter.

The air was full of darkness, crawling with evil energy that was just buzzing in the atmosphere. Jon swallowed, and it was hard to breathe, and it wasn't because of lack of air.

A hundred feet away a massive crater that used to be an arena of sorts loomed ominously in front of them. In the middle of it, a small black flame writhed in and out of existence. "Wh…what is this?"

The pressure became unbearable for Jon. His grey eye was glued to the flame, hands quivering at his side, and sweat dripped from his brow.

"You are here…" a malevolent voice whispered.

"Come to me…"

Jon whipped his head widely to find the source and failed miserably. "What the fuck was that?"

Euron started cackling madly. "My time has come! My ascension to the god of all gods begins now! I was wrong just this once. When the Valyrians summoned this spirit from the other plain of existence, the being destroyed everything and flooded the whole peninsula, but…I thought the being had retained its full form. I was wrong! Very wrong! An uncommon miscalculation on my part. It's clear the being's power had drained from being dormant for all these years, or its power was reduced by it being removed from its natural plain for such an extended amount of time. It makes this much easier then. There was a real chance I would've had to sacrifice you, Jon."

"You have come…." The ancient voice said again.

"The prince that was promised…"

"Are you not listening to anything I am saying?" Euron asked him sharply, his blue eye ablaze with unusual agitation. "I am on the verge of becoming the divinity the world needs and you are in your own world fucking around! This is MY world!"

A slave came forward with a horn that was six feet long and evidently made from the horn of an enormous dragon. Its gleam was black, and it was banded with red and gold Valyrian steel. The bands were wrapped with alien writing and Valyrian glyphs.

"Come to me…"

"You…You don't hear it?" Jon's voice cracked.

"Hear what? Have you lost your mind?" Euron demanded.

"Come to me…" The voice grew in volume and in malice.

"Th-The voice," Jon stuttered. "We need to leave!" He was uncomfortably aware he was shaking uncontrollably. Nothing in his body was responding to his brain telling them to calm down. His grey eye flicked everywhere to find the voice. "We are going to die!"

Euron's eye narrowed. "I knew there were some improvements to be made. I shall rectify that." In a flash, there was a Valyrian dagger in Euron's grip. "By taking your other eye. With two glass candles for eyes, you have no chance in hell to avoid looking at my glory."

There was a rumble in the skies and then a CLAP of thunder. It started with a quiver in the ground beneath their feet before it evolved into something much more.

From the ground emerged skeletal hands, bursting to the surface. They came to the surface and stood on their feet, the deceased Valyrians with Valyrian weapons in their skeletal grips.

The black bones of the two deceased dragons stirred. It started with their wings, then their feet, and then finally their head. They stood on their ghostly legs and flapped their ghostly wings with a death rattle.

The dead attacked in swarms and chaos issued. The mutes and slaves, without a thought, raised their weapons and rushed forward to meet with naught a word. Neither side uttered a single sound. It was the music of the rattle of bones and the clashing of weapons. The undead spider sped forward and attacked with its pincers, unaffected by the Valyrian weapons slicing through its hairy skin. The skeletal dragons could not breathe fire, but they used their wings to knock the mutes aside and used their massive jaws to snap their bodies in two. Euron was caught in the swarm and used his Valyrian sword to defend himself. The sound of two Valyrian swords clashing was like that of a thousand glass breaking.

"Come to me…" the evil voice insisted again, louder this time, forcing Jon to look back at the twisting black flame.

"What's happening?!" Jon thought in alarm when he took a step that he had no desire to take. Then there was another and then another. His frantic struggle amounted to nothing. He was controlled by something far more powerful than he was. When he took the tenth step, ever so closer to the black flame, he had tears rolling down his eyes and was crying uncontrollably. "Please! Leave me alone!"

When his hand reached for the flame, just about to touch it, the voice said, "You are mine…"

The first tendrils touched Jon's fingers and he disappeared in a blink.

He was alone in a field full of dead leaves and dead things. There was no sky, only the world of darkness. There was no wind to be heard, only the barest utter of despair. The warmth that touched his person was not comforting. It was the heat of a million damned souls.

There were whispers. Jon's ear perked. "Who is there?! Where am I?" He shouted to nothing.

"Where am I?"

"Who is there?!"

Out of the gloom came a thousand Valyrians, with their silver-blond hair, their absence of mouths, and empty eye sockets. They surrounded him, whispering. Even with no mouth, they whispered the words of misery. It sounded like rats scurrying on the floor.

"Who are you!" Jon shouted again, at the top of his voice.

They said one thing. It was the chorus of a million damned souls in undying anguish. "Balerion…", they echoed. A heavy stone dropped in Jon's stomach.

"Balerion…"

"Balerion…"

"Balerion…"

All as one, not turning their heads away from Jon, pointed their ghostly fingers in one specific direction.

Jon slowly turned his head, his body quivering.

And there it was.

'It' was the only word to describe it. Other words would either be contradictory or not even fully telling what it truly looked like. The black potent flame seamlessly morphed into a humanoid form, although it wasn't human at all. It was over seven feet tall and deathly pale with pure silver hair that touched its back. It was slender but exceptionally built with muscle. All over his body were the same glyphs and writing that are seen on Valyrian weapons, armor, walls, and even the horn Jon had briefly seen. Its scarlet tail moved from side to side idly. Its black wings were sinewy and long with red linings. Instead of fingers, there were razor-sharp claws. Its eyes were serpent-like and of the most vibrant violet. Its eyes went through Jon. It knows him, everything about him, all that he is thinking, what he is going to do, his future, his past, his death.

It was the most beautiful and haunting creature Jon has ever seen. Its aura was imposingly powerful and evil. Jon's eyes burned.

"Balerion…" The deceased said yet again in their haunting whisper.

"Balerion…"

"Balerion…"

"You are mine," the creature hissed harshly. It was in some type of Valyrian, and Jon somehow understood it.

Wisps of scorching black flame mixed with red took hold of his arms and legs. It burned hotter than the fourteen volcanoes. "PLEASE! LEAVE ME ALONNNNEEEEE!" Jon screeched, sobbing, retching, and thrashing.

A sinister smile spread its lips, and a long pointy tongue snaked its way out of its mouth. That tongue licked its row of blade-sharp teeth. "Mine."

Jon was yanked through the air screaming hoarsely. The creature welcomed him in an embrace of fire and blood and death.

…. They joined as one…...

…Life stopped having meaning…...

…. And death began….

…. And Jon Snow was no more…...

Arthur: Poor poor Jon. Anyone wants to give him a hug? A normal one?

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