The world wasn't always so small and petty. Thousands of years ago, while the rest of men prayed to gods, the Valyrians became them. Through magic or sheer will, they mastered the greatest creatures in history. A horse grants man dominion over the land, a ship, over the sea. But dragons gave us the sky, and everything, and everyone beneath it.
The Valyrians ruled the known world at its height. Whatever parts they didn't weren't worth knowing. Their capital of Valyria shamed the magnificent cities of the east, for hammers and chisels were no match for dragonfire and sorcery. It was a city and an empire built to last until the end of time.
It didn't.
Four hundred years ago, the Doom fell on Valyria. Mountains cracked open like eggs, lakes and rivers boiled. Fountains of fire, ash and smoke spewed from the ground, so high and so hot that even dragons burned in flight. The land splintered, and the angry sea rushed in. In hours, the greatest city in history became history.
But some didn't burn or drown with the rest of their race.
Twelve years before the Doom, despite the sneers of his rivals, Aenar Targaryen abandoned the capital with his family. Legends claim that his daughter foresaw the destruction of the city in a dream. More likely, Aenar met with some mishap at court and chose exile over execution. He and House Targaryen slinked away to a dreary, remote, godforsaken island.
Forsaken no longer.
With arts now lost to the world, the Valyrians transformed a tiny outpost into Dragonstone, a fortress fit for the last dragonlords. Then Aenar's descendants settled into it like a tomb for their lost homeland. Before Aenar's daughter passed away, she foresaw another dream that awoke her in a cold sweat. She relayed her dream to her father that one day a man donning green armor will appear.
A man who is uncompromising, a relentless being of violence that knows no mention of the hesitation shown by many leaders and politicians during a time of judgment. A Warrior that cuts through armies akin to a sickle through a field. His fury surpassing his enemies, faster than the swiftness of a swordsman, and more relentless. An Unchained Predator that the evilness of men will learn to fear him only. A man who'll either become an unexpected ally or a powerful adversary.
A man who is the incarnation of Doom.
After learning of this revelation, Aenar as well as his descendants tensely and apprehensively waited for the day this mysterious armored warrior to appear. But appear he did not. It didn't take long for the generation to forget about the warrior's arrival. Soon the daughter's dream withered away in the minds of all of Aenar's descendants, even before Ageon Targaryen started his conquest.
But little did everyone in the realm knew, the day of his arrival was near.
The Doom Slayer rose out of the ashes. Unscathed, and no sign of any burnt on his armor save for tiny flames licking around said armor. But that's not what made the fear growing from within the many knights or their heart's rapidly beating through their rib cages. The Slayer glared at them but his expression deepened in a way that no mortal should ever be capable of expressing. Any intent of bargained, negotiation, or an atom seed of mercy couldn't be found in the expression on his face.
With that powerful glare the Hell-Walker stalked towards the speechless knights. He back a fist and air punched straight at them. All the men including their commander were sent flying into the air while causing tents and makeshift houses to rattle and shake by the force of the wind.
The knights and the villagers screamed by the sheer force. The knight-leader and his men were sent flying so fast and hard they had no opportunity to straighten themselves out and regain control before all ten men and the general landed on the ground.
Once the wind cleared a villager woman saw just in time one knight sprinting full pelt towards the Slayer. He didn't let out a sound of battle. He swung his sword hard at the side of the armored figure's neck. The Doom Slayer's hand snapped up at the last second, and turned to catch the knight's hand in his, narrowing his eyes at him.
The woman's eyes widened. Such speed! She barely saw it coming. The knight's eyes widened in shock at how easily the man blocked him, and jerked him towards him causing the latter to yelp.
Not even given time to react when he saw the armored man's knee rush up and catch him by the gut. The knight bent over gasping in pain. But the Unchained Predator didn't give him time to recover as he bowled over the knight with a bone shattering kick to his right hip, sending him flying in the air.
The Doom Slayer retreated backwards in a jump when a raider knight discharged arrows at him. He reached for his back pulling out a weird metallic instrument then aimed it at its target, pelting him with every shot piercing through his armor into his flesh until said shot exploded leaving him to pieces. Another one came at him from behind. But he wasn't quick enough to strike him as the Slayer reflexively rolled his body and beamed his boot to the raider knight's jaw-line, sending him flying past a family of villagers hiding behind their house. The family yelped in unison and held close due to how fast the knight's body flew past them followed by a shockwave of wind.
The strange weapon the Slayer carried vanished in a flash and was replaced with another intimidating object. The best way the woman could describe it was… a crossbow? He slowly aims it at five of his targets then once it has charged to its fullest he takes the shot, firing off a broad horizontal line of energy slicing the five of them in two.
In midair, he anticipated this by using the mobility of his boot thrusters, double jumping for an extra safe landing. With a heavy thud, he lands hard on a raid knight's torso. In a blur, he reached down and grabbed him by the throat. His throat contracted. The helpless knight gasped for air until he snapped it effortlessly like a twig, and his head went limp, leaving its comrades stunned. The Slayer tossed the lifeless body away, turning to face the eleven remaining raid knights. All eleven of them assumed a battle stance much to the Hell-Walker's bewilderment and disappointment.
Such fools, he thought, have they not learned yet?
The Doom Slayer slowly stalks his way towards them while reaching up to his back. Before he could pull out his great communicator, he halted in his tracks when the men before him were suddenly engulfed in flames. They hollered and shirked in pain as the flame shrouded them in a circle. The Slayer glanced up to find the source who stole his kill, finding none other than a giant dragon flying through the sky.
The Doom Slayer watched the dragon descend to the earth's floor. It landed with a heavy thud akin to a mallet striking the ground once. The Slayer's eyes crawled up to the dragon's shoulders until he met the gaze of the fire breathers' rider: a Targaryen woman.
The Targaryen woman stared back at his mean glare and smiled. She was a beautiful woman with silver-gold hair, which she kept long and wore loose. The woman's purple eyes were a bonus to her beauty, and she had a slender body.
"Did I kept you waiting?~" She asked playfully, slightly widening her grin. The Doom Slayer's glare didn't wavered.
An arrow hissed past the Slayer's cheek. The Doom Slayer and the Targaryen woman shifted their gaze back at the front line, seeing an ocean of more then ten-thousand knight raiders charging towards them. The Targaryen woman chuckled while shaking her head.
"So uncivilized," the Targaryen woman chided, redirecting her gaze back at the Slayer. "Shall we dance?"
The Doom Slayer retrieved his super shotgun and pumped it before sprinting towards the army. The Targaryen woman smirked, then by her command instructed her dragon to fly. The dragon snorted as its wings opened up, giving them a good flap, lifting its body into the sky and causing everything to rattle and shake with the force of the wind. With a few more quick flaps it flew up into the clear blue sky, soaring towards the charging army.
The Doom Slayer approached the army fast and with a great leap blasted the first knight on his sight. Simultaneously, the dragon above him shot its head forward and discharged hot torrents of flames on the feeble raiding knights from below.
This day was remembered as the Song of Fire & Argent.
DOOM: FIRE & ARGENT
COMING SOON...
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this short trailer my little shimmerings! What you all have read is not only a one shot but a taste of an upcoming written series titled, Doom: Fire & Argent, a crossover between Doom: Eternal & House Of The Dragon. Through this teaser I've decided to keep the Targaryen woman's name in this chapter hidden for the time being, just as a bonus tease on who she might be. I also notice that there's not that many Doom x Game Of Thrones/House Of The Dragons crossovers so I thought I'd be that one or two percent that writes a crossover like this myself, plus I've always wanted to write something like this.
After finishing the first season of House Of The Dragon last year and watching bits of lore of both Ageon Targaryen and their history, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Doom Slayer met the Targaryens 172 years ago before Daenerys Targaryen? When and where the official release will depend on how I feel for this story and much support it gets. I'll be going now, I hope you all have a good day or night wherever you are.
Cya all later!