AN: Apparently I must make something absolutely clear. The Force doesn't make Sith Viserys an unstoppable jugernaut ensuring his time in Planetos will be a vacation stomping all coming threats, and allowing him to see dangers long before they materialize. There are powers in this universe that are as much OCP for the Force as the Force is for them. Further, the only kind of threat that Viserys is certain the foresee is the kind of reasonably certain to kill him unless he takes precautions. He won't be getting premonitions or visions of threat that can only be dangers for him if he goes out half-cocked and fucks up. That leaves a large amount of threats to those around him, and his plans the Force has no reason to give him explicit warnings about, and that is before we take into account interferrence from local deities and such. Further, for all his knowledge and experience, the young body he is in, will hold Sith Viserys back - both in how much power he could safely channel at a time, and how much he can grow so to speak. While still incredibly dangerous, he no longer can handle the juice that might allow him to take on a modern combined arms force and emerge unscathed.
As we are about to see, despite that, Sith Viserys is still one of the individually most dangerous creatures on Planetos.
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Chapter 10 Part 1
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291 AC
Astapor
Euron had to admit that the Drowned God's boons were useful. Otherwise, they shouldn't have been able to sail into the harbor unopposed and launch their attack before anyone was the wiser.
Even at this late hour, harbor officials, guards, and ship crews were everywhere. Some were returning from taverns and pleasure palaces, and others were just leaving after docking with the evening tide and securing their ships.
No one paid attention to the Ironborn and the beasts from underneath the sea until the slaughter began.
Euron laughed in delight as he split the skull of a city watchman. He had a hundred hardened killers in good steel armor at his back, with twice that number of monsters flanking his push toward the city's heart. Everyone else was going to secure the harbor first, then spread out, causing havoc and dragging people to be given to the Drowned God.
An Unsullied shield wall formed to bar the Crow's Eye.
Damphair spoke in tongues, waving the beast around. "Consign them to the Drowned God! No mercy!" Aeron bellowed, then kept muttering incomprehensively.
The monsters surged forward, hissing and spitting globs of something at the Unsullied. Black, ink-like, or perhaps tar-like substance splashed over shields and helmets alike. Wood and metal hissed while foul smoke obscured the slave soldiers. They screamed and thrashed, contorting under the effects of fast-acting venom. The Unsullied's first rank collapsed before more monsters spat at them.
"Forward! The Drowned God protect us!" Damphair waved a pair of daggers and charged into the fray, moving far faster than Euron had ever seen him.
"You heard the madman, lads! At them! Pay the Iron Price!" Euron bellowed and pushed his reavers forward, though he advanced slowly and deliberately. When the Crow's Eye saw that the poisonous vapors didn't affect the Ironborn, he charged, happy at how things unfolded. The Unsullied could not form a proper shield war again, with monsters and reavers swarming them, hacking and slashing their way through them. In this kind of fighting, the Ironborn's heavier equipment told. Spears flashed, glancing off good steel armor. Swords, axes, and maces splintered shields and sliced through leather with relative ease, chopping Unsullied to bloody pieces.
Euron had to give it to the eunuchs; they didn't break like everyone he fought tended to. The Unsullied kept fighting with grim determination until they were all dead.
"Form up at me! Forward! For the Drowned God! We are sacking this city!" Euron pushed his reavers forward, driving them into even more of a killing frenzy.
A figure wearing rich black and red clothes landed before Euron's killers and pointed a distinct blade at the Crow's Eye. It was a pretty boy with Valyrian features. Check. Those were Targaryen colors. The boy had a Valyrian Steel Sword Euron would take, too.
"Viserys Targaryen!" Euron gleefully exclaimed. Now, he wouldn't have to chase the boy all over Astapor.
"Abomination! DIE!" Something that was undoubtedly not Damphair shrieked using Aeron's throat.
Viserys glowered. Only now did Euron notice that the Targaryen's eyes weren't purple like they were supposed to be? Instead, molten bronze glowed at him with a commendable amount of malice.
Monsters charged forward with bloodcurdling shrieks. The temperature fell rapidly, turning the fog into sheets of frost covering everything in sight. The stars winked out. Shadows rose to strangle the light of flickering torches.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Euron felt a pang of fear. It was an exhilarating sensation that made him feel alive. Lighting crackled, and the Drowned God's monsters howled in pain. Euron glimpsed thick forks of purple lightning jump from Viserys' clawed fingers and slam into the beasts, throwing them away with its sheer intensity. Their bodies convulsed hard as they danced under the magical onslaught, and bones broke.
The lightning ceased. Damphair chanted a spell while the Dragon Sorcerer simply waved a hand. An invisible force scattered a score of monsters with such force that their bodies broke when hitting men, walls, or the cobblestones covering the street.
Euron wisely let his reavers and monsters advance. This wasn't the kind of prey you attacked headlong. He would let his Ironborn and the Drowned God's own distract the Sorcerer, then see how deft Viserys was with magic when he had an ax spilling his guts into the dirt.
Crow's Eye was elated. The things he could do with such a potent blood. He might very well become a god himself!
Damphair finished his incantation. All the dead and crippled monsters turned into dried husks. Black itchor flowed from their corpses and swirled around Aeron. Some flowed into him, turning his veins black and distorting his form. The rest formed thin blades that shot at Viserys like bolts.
The Sorcerer was unfazed at such an attack. Viserys raised his free hand and halted the liquid blades in their track. A dismissive gesture threw them at the advancing Ironborn, cutting two dozen reavers into bloody chunks before they could react. The itchor splashed over the bodies and began devouring them, searing flesh from bone.
By then, Aeron was gone, Euron saw. The Drowned God was using his brother's body like a puppet now, distorting it into a monstrosity that burst from Damphair's robes. Tough scaled flesh, blood-red fins, and wickedly sharp talons devoured what little light the Sorcerer allowed to remain.
Euron dashed into a nearby side street, leaving monsters and frenzied Ironborn to swarm over Viserys.
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Facing against fucking Ironborn and demented Sithspawn wasn't what Viserys expected to be doing this night. They were all dying too quickly, displaying no resistance to the Force. However, at least one of them had a few magic tricks up his sleeve before deciding to turn itself into a hulking monster the size of an adult Terentatek. That, at least, was impressive.
Ironborn and smaller spawn paid no attention to the transformation and surged forward in a swarm of blades, claws, and black spit. Viserys threw their globs of whatever that was back at them. Ink-like substance splashed over the sithspawn to no effect. However, the globs that hit the heads of Ironborn were enough to blind them, sending them flailing into the ranks of the other madmen.
The hulking abomination screamed loud enough to shake the nearby buildings and charged at the Sith with surprising speed, heedless of its minions. It trampled Ironborn and Sithspawn alike in its single-minded focus on getting to Viserys.
The Sith jumped to the building to the right, took stock of the stones pilled up on its roof, and levitated them. He used the improvised weapons as intended, hurling them at the enemy to bash heads and break bones. Viserys channeled more power and grabbed the building across the street. He twisted and pulled, shattering its walls, sending a torrent of red bricks to spill over the madmen below.
The abomination jumped off the street to land on the roof beside Viserys. Its claws swept down to tear him into bloody shreds.
Viserys vaulted back just in time to avoid the attack. His blade flashed upward, meeting the descending paws of the monster. Valyrian Steel bit deeply into the beast's wrist, nearly severing its left hand. It howled in pain, rearing back in apparent surprise at being hurt.
What did that fool expect? That it would be invincible now?! Perhaps it was so, for the Sith could sense no fear or apprehension from the attacking force. In the Force, the attackers were shrouded by unnatural miasma. Their whole beings leaked bloodlust and madness. Viserys doubted that there was enough left of their minds to be afraid.
No matter. Then, Viserys would have to kill them all instead of breaking their spirit first to end the threat.
The overgrown fish monster lunged at Viserys, who shoved a half-built catapult into its path, throwing it off the roof in a tangle of wood and ropes. The thing screeched in pain and indignation as it crashed on the street below.
Viserys ignored the big target for the moment and jumped off the roof at the Ironborn and human-sized monsters. The Force surged around him as he bled off and redirected his momentum, landing lightly on his fleet among corpses and raving lunatics. Power erupted around Viserys, surrounding everyone nearby and pulling them off their feet. A thought had them slam into the ground hard enough to shatter their bones and rupture their organs.
Before the other enemies could comprehend what was happening, Viserys charged them, moving like a blur. His blade danced, taking heads, removing limbs, and spilling guts.
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Chapter 10 Part 2
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291 AC
Astapor
Viserys tore through a mob of Ironborn, leaving a trail of broken, bleeding corpses in his wake. Only his sheer Force-enhanced speed and agility kept him intact because the reavers were out of their minds with bloodlust. They got in each other's way in their zeal to reach the Sith while the Sithspawn shoved and clawed them out of the way. The giant, wounded, sorry excuse for a Selkath came barreling down the corpse-strewn street, trampling everyone in its path.
Viserys jumped off the street, barely avoiding globs of smoldering ink. The Sithspawn howled in outrage at being denied, then in agony when their big brother smashed them away like a speeding train. The thing roared in indignation at its prey getting away and spat a stream of smoking ink at the Sith. It smashed into an invisible wall and rained upon Ironborn and monsters alike, who ignored the profane rain. Viserys levitated more stones and dumped the projectiles upon the raging horde, happy at the pained screeches that followed.
The Sith stepped away from the edge, struggling to push away his lust for battle. It has been far too long since he let loose instead of losing control like in Pentos. If he wasn't careful, he was going to lose sight of everything else so he could enjoy a proper battle, even if the enemy left a lot to be desired.
Viserys left his awareness to wash over the area so he could get an idea of what was happening. Pain, fear, death, and the frenzy of the invaders created a discordant song that hung like a blanket over the area. Whatever the fog was, it didn't help things – it acted like a barrier of foggy glass, obscuring things. Viserys pushed at it with the Force pocking it. The foul energies within it recoiled as if alive. There was something distant and malevolent connected to the magic at hand. However, it paled in comparison to the Dark Side at its worst.
A large, furious presence approached rapidly. Viserys shifted his attention and threw his sword, guiding it with Force. The fish-like abomination came barreling at him in a single leap. Its maw was open, ready to spill more of that disgusting ink. Viserys' blade flew into its mouth, slammed through the back of its throat, and severed its spine, using its own momentum against it. The thing choked on the sword and clutched its throat, hissing in spite.
It should have been dead, or at least crippled and no longer a threat. Instead, malevolent energies flowed into it from the fog, rapidly thinning it in the surrounding area until there was no trace left of it for a few hundred paces in every direction. The thing spat the sword and gurgled in disgust before its small evil eyes glowered murderously at Viserys.
The Sith glowered back, putting all his hatred and rage behind the glare. This thing thought itself immortal? It dared not die when a Sith demanded it?!
The hulking brute took a ponderous step forward, then recoiled in agony. Scales dried out and shivered before shedding like snow when the skin below them blistered and burned.
Dany's fear and exploding anger distracted Viserys. His control over his emotions slipped, and the Force responded. A pulse of pure Dark Side energy obliterated everything around him, sending the broken body of the abomination flying into a distant warehouse. Viserys didn't think but acted, jumping off the crumbling roof towards their pyramid.
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Euron's plan was simple and to the point – use the distraction of all those fools dying to the Sorcerer to sneak up on him and split his skull open. However, that was hard to do when Viserys began jumping from rooftop to rooftop like some demented overgrown rabbit. Ambushing the Sorcerer would prove far more challenging than the Crow's Eye liked. He stalked through the shadows, looking for opportunity. The fog hid him, allowing him to deftly avoid a phalanx of Unsullied racing to the fight at the docks below.
A group of monsters stumbled into him, spilling from a side street. Their leader pointed at Euron and growled something in their inhuman language. The Cow's Eye scoffed at the beasts, who were going to be more of a hindrance than help.
A mace slammed into his face. At least, that was how Euron felt. He stumbled back, barely hearing something vast beyond comprehension speak into his mind.
Daenerys Targaryen. The little chit would make for a great salt wife and bait for Viserys.
She was a worthy sacrifice. He had to go get her and drag her into the water of the bay. He had to give her blood to the Drowned God!
Euron shook his head and melted into the mist with newfound purpose, followed by twenty of his God's Chosen.
The Drowned God's boons allowed them to slip past patrols and guard posts, leading them straight to the side of a large pyramid near the city walls overlooking the sea. The blessed champions moved silent and unseen. Clawed fingers and feet and unnatural vitality allowed them to rapidly and stealthily climb the side of the pyramid until they reached a terrace leading inside.
No one should have been the wiser about their approach! No mortal could see through the divine magic cloaking them!
Euron and the chosen spilled into a large open area, where they found three Unsullied Spears and men in white armor waiting for them. A small girl holding a dagger in each hand stood behind three rows of spears, glowering like a little fierce dragon.
The Crow's Eye smiled at seeing his prize. She would do, indeed!
The beasts spat corrosive tar at the spearmen and charged. The Unsullied raised their shields to fend off the attacks. Their line held for a moment before nearly a third of them collapsed, choking and coughing blood. The Targaryen Princess recoiled and stepped back, surrounded by the white cloaks.
Wicked coral daggers and swords crossed with spears and dug deep gorges into shields. The slave soldiers were no longer in a deadly shield wall, allowing their enemies to get in close. Blades pushed spears aside and often cut them right behind the deadly metal spearhead, making them useless. Euron advanced behind the beasts, watching with glee how they overpowered the Unsullied. Stabbing wounds that would have killed a man merely wounded and enraged the Drowned Gond's chosen. They caught spears stuck in their flesh and spilling their dark blood and pulled Unsullied closer, so bite at their throats, or allow other beasts to finish them off.
"We need to go, Princess!" A one-eyed knight tried to pull Euron's prize away. That enraged him, and he threw himself into the fray, revitalized by the power of the Drowned God.
"There can be others. We fight here where we have open space to move," Daenerys ordered. She thrust her hand forward and halted a charging champion in its track. It stumbled just before reaching a wall of three knights who fell upon it with a sword, ax, and spiked mace. A blade took off an arm. A white cloak stabbed it in its shoulder, and then a solid piece of metal opened its skull.
It didn't matter! More than half of the Unsullied were dead, with the rest struggling against an equal number of champions. Euron surged forward, surrounded by five beasts who threw themselves at the white cloaks.
A monster collapsed with its belly open and writhing guts spilling on the floor before the ax struck, nearly severing its head. A second beast buried its daggers in the side and neck of the axeman, bringing it down before he could pull his weapon away. The white cloak with mace smashed aside a coral sword and crushed the right elbow of the one who had just killed his comrade. Two beasts jumped at the swordsman. One fell with a blade buried into its chest, while the other cut the throat of its target before falling back with its face caved in. A dagger flashed, and the third white cloak fell to an enraged roar from the little Targaryen girl. She was alone now with a single knight at her side.
Meanwhile, the remaining beasts took out more Unsullied with their deadly spit. They split, most racing to overwhelm the remaining slave soldiers while half a dozen hurried to join Euron.
Instead of retreating or running like a little girl should, the Targaryen Princess and her last guard charged. The one-eyed knight overwhelmed the crippled beast with two strikes, slicing its hand off and slashing his throat. The girl ran almost faster than the eye could see. Despite the power of the Drowned God coursing through Euron, he could feel frost clawing at his skin. He swashed wildly at the approaching knight, forcing him to step back. Three monsters were on him a moment later, ensuring he would be of no consequence. Euron ran after the girl, simultaneously raging that she wasn't already in his grasp and appreciating her deadly dance.
More Unsullied and white cloaks raced into the chamber, only for two thin lines of monsters to meet them, spitting corrosive death.
What little reason Euron had left told him he was running out of time! He had to get the girl now and drag her to the sea to sacrifice her! Crow's Eye was at her heels, racing over hamstrung and gutted champions. She dispatched three of them in as many seconds, gliding below or just out of reach of their blades, before striking like a serpent with Valyrian Steel. That kind of blade left wounds the Chosen couldn't shrug off unless outright fatal.
Euron feinted a slash and twisted his blade to strike his target with its flat side. She ignored the feint and charged him. Only instinct born of countless raids and the power of the Drowned God allowed Euron to react in time. Valyrian Steel sliced through weak points in his armor, leaving burning lines in his side and front. He managed to kick the girl away with enough strength to shatter her ribs and leave her with mangled ribs, drowning in her own blood.
This was it! Euron had her! He saw pain and fear flash in her molten eyes, only to be replaced by pure rage. Instead of curling on herself, dying, the Princess rolled away. She jumped on her feet in an incredible show of agility.
"ENOUGH!" She screamed, and magic responded, shoving Euron away.
That allowed him to glimpse the last white cloak leaning away from a venomous spit. The knight buried his sword in the open mouth of the champion, then twisted the blade for good measure. Only one beast left to deal with him, and it had lost its sword arm, forcing it to pause and pick up a weapon from the ground.
The distraction cost Euron dearly. An invisible force picked him up and threw him back, sending him to roll over the stone floor hard until he slammed into a pair of discarded chairs on the terrace they used to infiltrate the pyramid. Euron felt bones crack and something shatter in his chest. His side hurt so much it gave him a moment of clarity.
What the fuck was he ever doing here!?
Targaryen blood. Sacrifice!
Those words drowned every other thought, driving them out of his mind. He got up, even though blood filled a pierced, collapsing lung.
Purple lightning slammed into Euron's injured side, picking him up and throwing him in the air. He howled in pain like no other. Every single piece of his body was on fire, hurting more than he knew it was possible. Euron flew while the wrath of the Storm God himself ravaged his body. He finally hit the water in the bay, which did nothing to end his pain and misery.
A pitch-black vortex opened below him, pulling him in. Fanged tentacles grabbed Euron's mangled body, pierced his skin, and pumped ichor into his blood.
His torture wasn't over. It just began. An immense eye stared at the puny mortal who failed him. The Drowned God was displeased, for he had such puny tools to work with. That simply wouldn't do.
Euron howled like the damned soul he was as his body began to slowly change into something better suited to his god's purposes. Whatever shred of sanity the Crow's Eye had left shattered when the Drowned God touched his mind to better observe how his enemies fought.