The White Wolf
PROLOGUE
The old and only gods of Planetos watched helplessly as their followers and worshippers joined the army of the dead. The White Walkers, who came from the Lands of Always Winter, killed every living thing in their path and raised them back from death as mindless walking dead.
Once the wolves in the north fell and fled to the south no one was left to oppose them. While the Southern men were busy playing their little games for the cursed throne of iron, the dead rose from their graves and took all life in their lands.
'The Mother Of Dragons' died from a knife to her back by the 'Lion Queen'. Along with her died her and Aerion 'Jon Snow' Targaryen's child, in her womb.
Seeing the crime and atrocity committed by the 'Lion Queen', her brother the 'Kingslayer' stabbed her through the heart in front of the cursed Iron Throne and became the 'Kingslayer-Kinslayer-Queenslayer.'
However, before he could tell the grave news to Aerion 'Jon Snow' Targaryen, the Others came down on King's Landing with their full might.
In the end, everyone died except Aerion 'Jon Snow' Targaryen, the once-promised prince and the 'Bloodraven.' Quickly seeing his inevitable defeat, Bran 'The Three-Eyed-Raven' Stark warged into the last dragon 'Rhaegal' and flew away, leaving Aerion 'Jon Snow' Targaryen to his fate.
Because he was once killed by his brothers of the Night's Watch and then revived by R'hllor, the demon god of fire, he was no longer the promised prince. His dying broke the prophecy, which led to his death at the hands of the 'Night King', ending the blessed bloodline of the Old Gods and the cursed bloodline of the Dragonlords.
After the defeat of the once-promised prince, the seas became frozen and the Night King and his army conquered the rest of the world with ease, finally killing the 'Bloodraven' possed Bran Stark inside the ruins of frozen Valyria, ending life on Planetos.
The world was frozen. Life has ended and the demon god of ice took his first step into the mortal realm. The Great Other finally ruled supreme.
In the realm of the divine, the old gods were fading away, the demon god of fire, R'hllor withering away like the Ghiscari gods before them. The only one standing among them was the Many-Faced God, who was now praying to his patron goddess, The Omnipotent Goddess of Death.
After praying for her help multiple times the Many-Faced God heard her voice.
"Speak, little god! Why have you contacted me? And why aren't any souls coming from this universe's earth?" Death's voice boomed through the realm of the divine.
The Many-Faced God explained everything to his mistress and waited in every single detail and waited for her reply. "I see," Death spoke, "That is truly annoying. But I still don't get how is this my problem."
"Your universe has many of my death god agents and this planet alone has like what…four? Maybe five agents. They may be from different pantheons but all still answer to me or my champion and still all of you somehow manage to fuck up the balance of life and death."
The Many-Faced God apologized profusely and begged for help.
Death sighed. "The way I see it, the problem is simple, this universe's planet Earth or Planetos has lost the balance of life and death so this planet and maybe this entire solar system needs to go. If you can't do it yourself then I can send your address to my champion and he can clean it for you."
"So, what's it gonna be?" She asked the Many-Faced God.
The said god apologized profusely for this mistake and begged her for another solution without blowing up the solar system.
Death groaned in annoyance, "Look, little god, fixing this shit would be a hassle and a headache. Besides, if we blow up the solar system nothing will happen to you or any of the other death agents. You lot will just reform back to my realm…where I'll send you back to school for a proper re-education."
The Many-Faced God dropped down to all four and begged repeatedly for another solution.
After hearing the Many-Faced God repeated plee the Omnipotent goddess sighed heavily. "Fine-fine! I'll see what I can do. But no promises. You're lucky that I like the work you do in my name."
"I'll call you back."
Chapter 1
Realm Of Death
The Omnipotent Goddess Of Death sat on her throne made of black fire and red bones. She had long black hair, a slender and well-endowed body with sun-kissed skin, and violet irises that oozed power.
'Now…what to do with this issue?' She thought in slight annoyance as she disconnected her telepathic call from one of her vassal death gods.
She would have liked to send her champion and let him blow up the solar system but the Many-Faced God was a good vassal and that god of hers was one of the few vassals in the omniverse that successfully started a religion over her concept.
She had felt many direct prayers throughout time came from that world. But now, the planet was in a sorry state and the only way to fix it would be to reverse time and probably send a direct emissary into the world to make sure a problem like this doesn't occur in the future.
But then came the big mammoth in the room,
Life.
Throughout the omniverse where ever she had one of her vassals, Life would have ten of her vassals to balance it out. If she had five vassals on one living planet then her sister would have to balance it out with fifty of her own.
That wasn't any problem. The problem was her sister's vassals and their followers.
The White Walkers of Planetos were created by her sister's vassal god—the Great Other.
Apparently, the demon god of fire and the Demon god of ice went rogue and started a thousand years of war against each other. One wanted to freeze everything the other wanted to burn everything and both of them were her sister's vassals.
'This really shouldn't be my problem,' Death sighed heavily, 'But just like always…I gotta fix the bitch's stupid mess. Again.'
'I guess I have to assign an emissary to that world.' She closed her eyes and thought about who would be a good choice for this mission.
After a few moments, a certain person came to her mind and she quickly commanded her servants mentally to summon him here. A couple of minutes later two shadow servants escorted a simple soul.
The ball of light wiggled and spoke, "Boss. How can I serve you?"
Death raised her eyebrow, "Den, I know you can take your human form. So, why are you floating like a novice soul?"
"Hehe," He chuckled and took his previous human form, "Sorry, boss. I was playing reverse surf in the Aksha River."
He kneeled, "I'm at your command, boss."
Death smiled lightly at his antics. "I have a task for you," She began, "A planet recently lost its balance of life and death. All the people over there have turned into ice zombies. I will soon reverse the time in that galaxy by a few decades. I will also send an emissary over there to make sure this doesn't repeat."
He nodded in understanding, " So, I'm supposed to be the emissary, right?"
She smiled and nodded. "That is correct. Now let me tell you about this world." Around halfway through her explanation, he raised his hand for a question. "Yes, Den? What?"
"Not to sound rude boss, but how am I supposed to deal with gods?" He meekly asked. "I mean shouldn't Avy be a better option, he does have god-slayer powers."
"Yes. My champion would have been my first choice but he just got recently married to his harem," Death sighed. "If I send him now, he will just blow up the solar system and call it a day. Plus, he is on his honeymoon with his…I forgot how many wives he has…maybe twenty or thirty wives."
Den nodded as the goddess continued, "Besides, you don't need to fight any gods directly. I'll even grant you some gifts and abilities that will help you in the mission. You just have to kill the ice zombie king and its followers while making sure the fire demon god loses its influence on the world."
"Yes, boss." He gave her a salute as the goddess resumed her explanation of the world.
After the explanation, Den spoke up again, "Yo, boss! Did you say the name of the place I am supposed to be sent is Westeros?"
Death blinked. "Hmm…yes. What of it?"
He blinked and scratched his head, "Are you isekaing me to Game Of Thrones?"
"A game of what?"
"Ah…it was a TV show back in my world, adapted from a book series named A Song Of Ice And Fire." He answered. The goddess blinked, "Oh! So you know this world, that's good. How does the storybook end?"
"Don't know." He answered. "I died before the author could finish the book series. I just know how the show ended."
"Huh? How did the show end if it was adapting the book series?" She asked with a confused voice.
"Well…" He began with a sigh, "Drogon went east, Arya went west, Jon went north and the show went south."
The goddess raised her eyebrow, "You have to give me a little more context than that."
Den nodded and began the story, "It all started with season 5…"
"How many seasons are there?"
"Eight." He answered. "So, it all began…"
"I'll hear the story some other time, Den." Death interrupted before he could the story. "But since you know the world I'm sending you to, where do you want to be born? I can only turn back half a century's worth of time, any longer than that and the entire galaxy might get sucked by a time-collapsing black hole."
"Actually, I don't really know," Den sheepishly rubbed his head, "I only watched the show, so I don't really know all that much. I just know that only the Starks in the north may believe about the white walkers."
"But I don't think I will be able to help much if I'm born there. Ned Stark dies for his honesty, Robb Stark dies for his lack of foresight, the other Starks are captured or in hiding and most of the North is plunged into chaos from the beginning of the show." Den sighed, "I don't know much about Martells or the Tyrells and Lannister is an absolute no-go. Tywin would rather have me droned and then flee than let me lead his army to face the Walkers."
"Can't you think of anyone, Den?" She asked. If he was unable to choose then she would have to look into the last one hundred years of the world's history manually. Since all the other agents except the Many-Faced God were fading away, she could not even summon the dead souls of that world until her agents reformed back into her realm again.
"Well… there might be one," He began, "Ned Stark's elder brother. I think his name was Brandon or Barrete or something…I can't remember. But from what I know he was supposed to be the Lord of Winterfell until he and his father were burned alive by the Mad King."
Death sighed heavily, "Do these Starks get an erection from dying or something?"
"Well…if they have ever seen your sister, I might understand their eagerness to jump away from her jailbait-midget hands," Den replied.
Death burst out laughing, "Aahahaha…jailbait-midget! Hahahaha! Oh-hahahaha! I have to remember this the next time I meet Life." She wiped away her joyful tears and said, "Well, this one will have to do then. I'll replace his soul with yours, just tell me what else you might need?"
"Well, I'll need magic first." He answered, "In the show magic only comes back after Daenerys's dragons are born so I'll need magic as soon as possible."
"That won't be an issue." The Goddess assured him, "As soon as you are born magic will come back. Anything else?"
Den thought of the things he would need in that world to succeed. He was basically going to a medieval fantasy world to fight off ice zombies like some epic story, that alone was enough to excite him, but he also knew the problems that would come with it.
Everyone in that world is playing some sort of game to rise to the top of the food chain and they will kill anyone who stands in their way. So, he has to take his step very carefully or otherwise he will be dead before he reaches puberty.
But if there was one thing he was dreading more than the political game, it was the lifestyle. Hunting monsters, fighting bandits and saving princesses will be fun and all but what will he do about his lifestyle? 'They probably didn't have a proper toilet in that era.'
"There is one other thing," He voiced. "Will it be okay if I make a few changes like introducing proper hygiene and maybe some modern toilet system to the world?"
The goddess shrugged her shoulders, "As long as the balance of life and death doesn't get destroyed, you can jump the culture of the world into the twenty-first century for all I care."
Den jumped for joy, "YES! Then can I have all the knowledge up until the twenty-first century from my world?"
The Goddess smirked, seeing his excitement. "Sure. Meet me near the flames of reincarnation in twenty minutes, I need to make some calls." She summoned a patch of paper and tossed it to him. "In the meantime, take this paper to the Essence Master. He will infuse your soul with the proper essences for this mission."
He nodded and bowed before heading towards the essence master's tower.
Den, quickly arrived at the Essence master's tower. A shrouded figure sat behind the long table. He gave the paper to the shrouded figure. The person behind the table looked at him and then summoned seven bottles of potions. Each of them holds a specific essence.
Four red eyes of the shrouded figure looked at him with a sharp gaze. The black potion levitated towards him first. Den looked closely at the potion and its description;
Essence of the Blank
The user's potential becomes limitless. The user can learn any discipline or skillset and practice them to mastery.
Any abilities the user has from other Essences will increase where possible and develop ways beyond their initial purpose.
He opened the bottle and quickly drank it. Within a few seconds, he started to glow but before he could fully understand the changes happening to his soul another bottle levitated towards him. This one was red.
Essence of The King
The user's body becomes the peak of their species and goes above and beyond.
The user gains infinite willpower, endless endurance, infinite stamina, peak charisma and immunity to most forms of pain.
The user gains supernatural mastery of any weapons and unarmed style. Immense skill in conducting war on a strategic and tactical level. Great understanding of logistics and how to raise and train force from small bands of soldiers to entire armies.
The user gains immense knowledge in economics, politics and other things needed to run a functional powerful nation.
A signature bloodline with several benefits is up to the user's discretion. Will be passed on to the user's descendants.
Just like before he opened the bottle and drank it as another levitated towards him.
Essence of Scholar [Extra knowledge edition]
The user gains perfect memory with beyond genius-level intellect.
The user gains immunity to insanity and memetic hazards and can reverse engineer anything with enough time.
The user gains all forms of knowledge from the Golden Age of Men to the end of the twenty-first century.
The user gains all the knowledge of Witcher's school of Wolves, Cat, Griffin, Bear, Viper and Manticore.
Essence of Mad Doctor
The user can make potions and medicines for anything and everything.
The user gets complete immunity to any disease and poison of any nature.
The user gains immense knowledge of alchemical and occult lore.
The user gains the ability to conjure raw ingredients from thin air if the said ingredient already exists within that world.
Essence of Crafter
The user gains the ability to craft, design, build and maintain anything from wooden sticks to space stations.
Created items by the user will have an extremely high resistance to rot and rust.
The user gains the ability to conjure raw materials from thin air if the said ingredient already exists within that world.
Essence of Mark Binder
The user gains the ability to mark targets with a sigil of their own design. It lets the user telepathically speak to the mark bearer.
Those bound by the mark can gain access to selected sets of skills and knowledge of the user as they see fit. The user can allow the marked bearer to gain a weaker version of their essence.
Mark bearer will be infallibly loyal to the user.
Essence of Archmage
The user gains magical power and reserve beyond a demon lord level.
The user gains a pocket realm storage that can store up to 800 billion kilograms worth of weight.
The user gains the capacity to learn any form of magic.
The user can teach others magic even if they previously lacked the power and capacity.
Den arrived at the altar of flames of reincarnation where the Death goddess was waiting. "Boss, I'm ready." He bowed as Death smiled.
"Good. I can already see the changes in your soul." She began, "Understand this Den, except the essence of blank all the other essences are a depowered and modified version of the original." She continued with the explanation. "Just having the essence of blank will make you beyond most mortals in that world so I ordered to give you a weeker and modified version of the others. Otherwise, your very birth would have broken the world."
He nodded in understanding. More than two original essences will anyone broken in any universe, so he got a de-powered and modified version of it. Otherwise, he will become the supreme god of that universe within just one year of his birth.
"Remember Den, you are free to do anything and everything in that world as long as life and death remain in balance." The Death goddess reminded him one last time. "I have placed some other gifts in that world for your use. You will find a hidden chamber in Winterfell full of wealth that can only be accessed by your magic. The followers of the Many-Faced God will be yours to command and lastly, I have placed some proper dragon eggs with some dragon bone and dragon-scale weapons and armour inside the Old Valyrian ruins."
"Have fun, Den." She smiled, "I have already reversed the time in that galaxy and I'll contact you soon."
Den bowed and touched the flames of reincarnation and disappeared with a flash.
261AC: Winterfell
"Push my lady, push," Said the midwife of Winterfell.
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" Lyarra Stark cried out following her instruction as she tried to push her child out of her. Slowly the head of the child became visible.
"I can see the head," The measter of the castle informed, "Push a little more my lady. Push."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?"Lyarra shouted in frustration as she pushed again. "AAAGGGHHH!"
Finally, with a great heave of effort and a loud cry from her, the room filled with the cries of a baby. Lady Lyarra Stark gave birth to her first child.
"Tis a boy, my lady, a healthy boy." The midwife announced.
"Gi-give him to me. Let me hold him." Came a soft reply from the lady of Winterfell. She softly picked her son in her arms with a warm and blissful emotion filling her heart. "What shall you name him, my lady?" Asked the measter.
"Brandon." She answered. "Brandon Stark."
While the heir of Winterfell was showered with affection by his mother the world saw another kind of shower towards the sky. Three comets shined as bright as the moon in the night sky. A red, a white and a purple. Magic had returned to the world.
Okay, I needed this story out of my head.
Every time I try to write UM or A Devilish Game, this story will just pop up in my head.
The story will be OP MC and eventually OP North. Second World War Ear technology. I changed the ending because the shows sucked anyway and the books are not over yet.
Mostly the AWOIAF book world with some GOT show characters and elements.
Anyway, Pa-atreon plug by the same username. Support me if you want, it will be swell, no pressure. I'll be uploading my stuff to anyway.
Peace.