A.N. Welcome to this anthology of snippets. This first chapter is a what if chapter where a higher being(Chaos) interferes with the fate of Westeros and saves Elia and her children from their tragedy. Without further ado, Happy Reading!
280 AC
Fire and screams.
The city was full of it. Fire and screams. The houses were burning, innocent men and children were put to blades mercilessly, and distressed women and girls were being raped violently. Their shouts for help and mercy were only replied to by pleasured grunts or in some cases outright laughter. The soldiers in red and gold were having the best day of their life. They knew that their sins for this day would be easily forgiven, so they exploited that advantage. They took women which weren't theirs, they killed children and helpless men to quench their thirst for blood and lust. They let their demons out, knowing that they wouldn't be persecuted for their crimes. They took off their cloak of humanity and let their true hideous self shine, by pleasuring themselves, not caring if their pleasures meant the death or utter humiliation of others.
In the centre of this massacre was a giant red palace which wasn't faring any better. Some guards were fighting for their lives while others ran, abandoning their posts. Female servants were hiding in rooms to protect themselves but they knew that the doors wouldn't hold when enemy soldiers came barrelling against them.
In the throne room, a man with golden hair and green eyes stabbed the Mad King and sat on the throne. His mind was full of contradictions.
In the other part of the castle, in the royal chambers, a princess who was meant to be queen, paced back and forth with her crying child cradled against her chest, trying to calm the little infant. Her black eyes were full of fear and worry, she was also frightened for her other child who was hiding under the bed. She wanted to leave this room with her children and try to find an escape route but the guards had locked the door from the outside, imprisoning them and leaving no possible way to escape the impending danger. When little Aegon stopped crying, she put him in the crib after placing a kiss on his forehead.
"Everything is fine, little dragon. Everything is fine." she smiled weakly, playfully poking his tummy. Aegon giggled, his purple eyes wide with mirth, unaware of the violence happening outside the room. Elia gave him another motherly smile and started walking to the door. But before she could start banging against it and asking for help, the door burst open and a giant of a man grabbed her by the neck before throwing her light and frail body away.
She grunted in pain and sat up sluggishly, her entire body aching.
"NO!" she shrieked suddenly as the giant lumbered towards the crib.
Rhaenys Targaryen was hiding under the bed with her pet cat Balerion, as instructed by her mother. She watched with terrified eyes as the huge man ambled toward her little brother's crib. She heard her mother's scream and quivered under the bed, tightly holding onto the black cat. Her mother ran towards him and fought against the enormous man to stop him from harming little Aegon.
"Stop. Please, stop." Elia cried, standing between him and the crib, trying to bar his way. The man swiped his thick hand, slapping her across the face. Elia was again thrown to the floor from the impact, blood trickling down her chin. Before she could stand again, a rat-faced man ran inside the royal chambers.
"Where is the little girl? Our orders are to kill both of the children."
The giant man grunted and stopped at the crib.
Elia inadvertently gave Rhaenys' hiding place away when she instinctively looked at the bed from the corners of her eyes at the mention of her daughter. The second man grinned maliciously as he walked up to the bed and looked under it.
Elia was frozen on the floor. She wanted to stand and fight for her children but her frail body wasn't following her command. She tried in vain to work her body. She closed her eyes in shame as the giant picked up little Aegon by the skull.
'Please, Gods. Old and New. Save my children. Take me but save my children.' She prayed and cried as she heard Rhaenys bravely fighting against the second man's hold. 'Please, please. I beg you. Gods. Save my children. Save them. Take my life instead but put a stop to this madness.'
"And I said, let there be light in this unending darkness." a soft voice whispered, the tone full of amusement as if that line was some inside joke. Elia's eyes were wide open after hearing that. The room and its occupants stopped as they heard the strange words. The Mountain was holding the crying Aegon by his little head. Amory Lorch was frozen midway in the process of stabbing the four-year-old Rhaenys Targaryen.
A second later, after a flash of strong golden lights, a boy who looked merely twenty namedays stood among them. He was the most beautiful boy Elia had ever seen. His lustrous black hair hung in waves over his shoulder and his green eyes gleamed with power. He was not particularly tall and neither had a body like the giant man but he still gave an aura of untold strength, incompressible to mere mortals. He gazed around the room, surveying the situation. He frowned when he saw Aegon in Mountain's grasp and Rhaenys in Amory Lorch's hold. His gaze stopped at the bruised face of Elia. He smiled softly at her.
"Everything will be fine." Saying that he snapped his fingers.
Elia was suddenly injured no more. Aegon was miraculously in Elia's protective embrace instead of Mountain's cruel hands. Little Rhaenys was hugging her mother instead of fighting against Amory's hold.
This all happened in just a fraction of a second.
The two assailants were staring dubiously at him.
"What sorcery is this?" Amory Lorch asked, his voice trembling with fear.
"Bow to me. Bow to your God." The God said, his voice which earlier was like a soft embrace was now the edge of a sharp blade, promising a slow death. The two men fell on their knees, not able to resist his powerful command. They kneeled in front of him, their eyes wide with terror, they wanted to scream for mercy but their jaws weren't working.
"In the name of my beloved Death, I, Chaos, the Destroyer, offer your lives to her as a punishment for killing two innocent children and then raping and killing their mother. Your souls will burn in the eternal flames until you have paid for your crimes." The God's voice echoed in the gaudy chambers hauntingly before the two men vanished into black flames. He turned his head towards the survivors with a small genial smile.
Elia was staring at him with unbridled awe and fear. The tears of relief kept flowing down her cheeks. Little Aegon was also silent, his innocent gaze on their saviour. Rhaenys, though, had a wide smile on her face as she ran and stopped in front of him.
"How are you doing, little princess?" He smiled as he picked up the little girl and held her in his arms. Rhaenys giggled as she hugged the stranger.
"Thank you, Koas." she exclaimed with joy, butchering his name. Chaos' eyebrows twitched at that as he stared into her wide purple eyes.
Elia gasped and quickly went on her knees in front of the God.
"Forgive her, my lord. She is just a little child." she pleaded, thinking that her daughter had just offended a powerful God.
"At peace, lovely Elia. Little Rhenil is too adorable to punish." he said innocently, poking Rhaenys' chubby cheek. Elia slowly stood up, cradling Aegon in her hands, and watched their antics.
"It's Rhaenys, not Rhenil." Rhaenys complained and puffed up her cheeks. Chaos couldn't help but let a grin slip on his face. She was just too cute.
"Okay, Rhenil." he quipped, again poking her other cheek as he put her down. Rhaenys glared at him and stomped her foot, understanding that her hero was making fun of her. Elia smiled watching the God tease her stubborn daughter.
"Come now, Rhaenys, don't trouble him." Elia said softly, patting her head.
"I thank you for saving me and my children, my lord. I will eternally be grateful to you and will sing your praises every day." Elia announced with a small grateful smile. Chaos merely nodded with a kind expression.
"It's time for me to leave, dear mortals. But before that, I wish to give you some parting gifts." He told them. Elia's eyes widened upon hearing that while Rhaenys was jumping up and down to get a gift from her hero.
"Yay!" Rhaenys yelled happily as a beautiful black necklace hung on her neck. The pendant consisted of a green gem that was surrounded by a black metal snake. A snake that was eating its own tail. It was quite gorgeous jewellery. He sat on his knees in front of the little girl.
"Never remove it, dear Rhaenys. It will keep you safe." Chaos advised her and placed a kiss on her forehead. Rhaenys nodded and hugged him tightly. She then disappeared in the flash of golden lights. Chaos stood up and faced Elia who was looking nervously at him.
"Don't worry, Elia. I sent Rhaenys to a safe place. This city is not safe for you and your children anymore." He explained. Elia reluctantly nodded, deciding to trust him. She stiffened when he cupped her face with his hands. His palms were so warm and soft, so like a human that she wouldn't have believed him to be something more if she hadn't already witnessed his God-ness.
She blushed furiously at his touch.
"Now it's your turn. I will give you a healthy body so you can live a long and prosperous life."
Elia closed her eyes as his head inched towards her, as his lips moved nearer to hers, she shifted Aegon to her side so the God could move closer to her. His lips met hers in a soft kiss. Their lips interlocked in a tender and sensual kiss. She sighed in comfort when he pulled her into his embrace, his lips still dancing over hers as his arms wrapped around her skinny frame. A minute later, Chaos moved back, smiling mischievously at her. Elia had a deep blush on her face as she panted after that unusually pleasurable kiss.
"In a couple of days, your health will be at its finest." He announced with a nod, stepping back from her personal space, not without coping a feel of her arse though. She stifled an urge to yelp as he squeezed her cheeks.
"Oh, so that was the purpose of the kiss." Elia mumbled shyly, looking down and not meeting his gaze. Chaos chuckled in response.
"Or...I just wanted to kiss you. Who knows? God's mind, too complex to understand for mere mortals." He shrugged, his amusement clear to see with his every gesture. Elia's blush grew darker at that and she remained silent, not knowing what else to say, not knowing how to take that a God was attracted to her. Was she to offer her body now? She wouldn't have minded.
Thankfully for her, Chaos broke the silence.
"Now, it's time for you to go. You will appear in Dorne where your brothers are with Rhaenys. They will keep you and your children safe. But to increase your safety, I will make everybody think that you and your children are dead. So you don't have to worry about assassins and all that. Due to my magical blessing, no one other than your close relatives will ever know that you and your children are alive. That is until you leave Dorne, once you leave your country, my blessings will disappear and won't work anymore. After that, anyone who sees you can identify you and come after you. Basically, don't leave Dorne. Another warning in advance, sweet Elia, don't start a rebellion against the throne. It will end with your demise. Forget about the throne and just live in peace."
She reluctantly nodded. She didn't like that her son was never going to get his rightful place as the king of seven kingdoms but she wasn't foolish enough to ignore the God's prophetic advice.
"Remember that Aegon Targaryen was killed by the Mountain, Rhaenys Targaryen was killed by Amory Lorch and Elia Martell was raped and then killed by the Mountain. That's what would have happened if I hadn't interfered, that's what everyone will believe and remember. Now it's time for a farewell. Goodbye, Elia Martell, and I hope you enjoy your second chance at life."
"Thank you, my lord. From this day forward I will only worship you. My soul, my body, my faith, it's all yours." Elia bowed gratefully, holding her son protectively in her hands.
"It was a pleasure to help such a beautiful woman, Elia. Goodbye." He smiled and placed another brief kiss on her lips and waved his hand. She didn't get a chance to respond as she was suddenly standing before her brothers Oberyn and Doran.
"Mother!" Rhaenys yelled and wrapped her in a tight hug. "Where's God?"
"He is gone, Rhaenys. He is gone." Elis replied wistfully.
~xXxXx~
Chaos ceased his kind persona as soon as he stood alone in the royal chambers. Then he waved his hand.
The room was abruptly filled with the smell of blood. Corpses of two children were laid on the floor. One was barely a year old, his head smashed into pieces and red was covering his whole body. The other was a small girl whose stomach was punctured 50 times by a knife.
There was a mutilated naked figure of a beautiful woman sprawled on the ground. Her head too was caved in like her son, her legs were bent awkwardly while her teats were covered with brutal nail bites, and there were fresh blood stains on her hips and in the junction between her legs.
If it was anyone other than him, they would have puked and turned green from seeing such a horrifying sight but for the God of Chaos, it was just another day. He simply hummed as he created the fake bodies. With another wave of hand, the fake bodies of Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch formed in the room. They both were lying on their stomachs with swords impaled on their backs. Half a dozen fake dead Targaryen soldiers were created too to take the blame for Gregor Clegane's and Amory Lorch's deaths.
"Jon Snow the Loyal, Rhaenys Targaryen the Ambitious, Charlus Baratheon the Lustful, and Viserys the Cruel. My four blessed ones. My four children. The characters are finally set on the board. Let the game begin. Let the new story unfold." Chaos chuckled darkly, briefly dropping his mask of humanity as he vanished away.
~xXxXx~
294 AC
Jon was in the Godswood with a steel sword in his hand. He jumped forward and started slashing his sword against phantom enemies. His moves were quick and powerful. He didn't just use his hands for the movements, his legs and hips too were moving elegantly to power his attacks. He kept Ser Rodrik's words in his mind as his instincts and training synced together to give rise to something extraordinary. Something so powerful and beautiful that if someone had happened upon the scene, they would have immediately proclaimed the fourteen nameday's boy as the greatest swordsman ever.
A strange energy started pumping in him and his grey eyes were replaced by gleaming green orbs. He became so fast that his swordplay was nothing but harsh blurs in the air. The very air around him screeched in protest as he used his sword as an outlet for his anger and for his pain.
"I am Jon Stark. Not Snow. I am a Stark." He hissed as he cleaved through an imaginary enemy.
The dance went on for another half hour before he got tired and his anger bled off into a mild hurt. He dropped down to his knees, his long black hair was damp from sweat and framed his face. He crawled to the side and sat against the tree. He closed his eyes for a brief respite but ended up falling asleep.
The next morning, Jon went back to the keep before anyone could realise that he wasn't in his room the entire night.
But everyone did realise that something had changed as the days passed on. Jon Snow wasn't a brooding boy anymore. He had turned into a determined and charming lad, he was now easy to smile and laugh. Where earlier he tried to hide his emotions, now he showed it brazenly, not caring how venomously Lady Stark glared at him or how the servants whispered behind his back. He just didn't care anymore and that took off the heavy load which he had been carrying for years. Such a strange and drastic overnight change was a bit overwhelming for his family but they adapted quickly, liking this version of him more.
~xXxXx~
Far away from the North, in King's Landing, Charlus Baratheon too decided to change his life. Albeit in a different and unique way.
He had mostly everything in his life. He had more than enough riches and comfort being the next in the line of ascension. He also had a beautiful caring mother who dotted on him at every turn. He even had sweet little siblings who looked up to him, not counting Joffrey for obvious reasons. That brat was just asking to be killed. The only thing he didn't have was a father's love. And today he decided to change that.
He opened the door of his room to be greeted by the two Kingsguard. He didn't stop to talk with them and marched out, towards his father's room. The Kingsguard dutifully and silently followed him.
Before his father's quarters, his uncle Jaime Lannister stood guard with Ser Barristan Selmy. They both glanced at him curiously as they saw the prince approaching.
"Ser Barristan. Uncle Jaime. Open the door. I need to talk to my father." Charlus said with determination. The two men shared uneasy looks. Even from here, everybody could hear the loud moans coming through the door.
"Not the right time, nephew. Come later. Your father at present is entangled in another matter." Jaime said, smirking at him.
"You seem to be mistaken. That wasn't a request. It was the order of your prince." Charlus uttered coldly.
Ser Barristan sighed at the stubborn boy and reluctantly slipped inside the room. He soon came out after a minute and nodded at him. "You can enter, my prince."
Charlus smiled softly at the renowned knight as thanks and scowled at his uncle before stepping inside his father's chambers.
Charlus didn't blush like a maiden when he saw his father sitting half-naked on the bed, not even when he looked at the two naked whores sitting on either side of him. One was a beautiful redhead with ample breasts and curves while the other one was a black-haired skinny woman. They both smirked at him, waving at him in a flirtatious manner.
"What is it, boy? Be quick and get lost." His father, King Robert Baratheon asked in a gruff tone. Charlus didn't let the hurt set in. Instead, he did something unexpected. He walked up to the bed under the annoyed and curious glare of his father and pushed down the redhead on her back over the bed.
"I just wanted to use your whore, father. Mother won't let me go to a brothel so I decided to ask for your help. After all, who else has more whores than you? No one I tell you. I hope you didn't use this one and won't mind me taking her from you." Charlus grinned as he pulled down his breeches and unceremoniously impaled the whore.
Robert was gobsmacked at the bold action of his son. He goggled at the sight of his boy thrusting into the bewildered blood-haired whore. A second later an uproarious laughter left him and he took the other woman under him.
"I see. You have come here to become a man. You will be relieved to know that I haven't spoiled that woman yet. Enjoy, son. Take her while I take this one. Damn, you really are the product of my loins. You are finally showing it. Bravo!" Robert chuckled, sheathing himself back in the black-haired whore.
The two women shared an amused glance between them as the father-son duo fucked them. They started giggling at the bizarre turn of events before their laughter was cut off by their loud groaning.
Charlus leaned down and captured the whore's lips in a searing kiss. To be honest, even though he was doing all this to get his father's attention, he still was enjoying it. More than enjoying it. He loved it. The heat of this woman's pussy, the feel of her tits in his fingers, the way she was clamping on him. The collective pleasure was sure to send him over the edge soon.
"What is your name?" he whispered, as he continued ramming into her.
"It's Maya, milord." She gasped with half-lidded eyes.
Charlus smiled, mashing his lips on hers. He smirked at her when she protested as he broke off the kiss. "From now on your name will be Red. Got it?"
"YeSs– milord." She yelled when he hit a particular spot. He just grinned, enjoying it more than he thought he ever would. He buried his face in her warm slender neck and lay atop her as he neared his climax, as he continued slamming his hips into hers. At the last moment, he pulled out and sprayed it all over her stomach.
The woman with crimson hair was panting beneath him, trembling from the physical exertion.
"Father, hire this one for me. She will be mine. And only mine. Won't you, Red?" Charlus requested his father immediately.
Robert, who was done long before him, had smiled proudly as he had watched his son become a man. Although he decided not to have sex when his son was in the same room ever again. That was a fucking weird experience.
"Consider it done, Charlus. She will be your personal attendant. Do you disagree, Red?"
The woman twice Charlus' age just snickered and shook her head. "I don't. It will be a pleasure to be your personal attendant, milord."
Robert clapped his hands once and climbed down the bed. "I am going to take a bath. You can continue enjoying yourself, Charlus. Tomorrow I am going hunting. Do you want to accompany me?"
"Yes, father." Charlus answered instantly, happy to be invited to spend some more time with his father.
Robert nodded proudly. "Good."
~xXxXx~
A mysterious big establishment suddenly materialised at the edge of the Kingsroad. It was situated somewhere in the Riverlands along the river Green Fork. A wooden plaque hung outside its door. In red ink 'The Green Dragon' was written on it.
Chaos was standing in the empty common room. There were no chairs or tables for customers. He decided to correct that. Immediately, dozens of square tables and chairs appeared spawning across the room. He nodded in satisfaction.
Then he created a counter area against one wall, separating it from the rest of the room. Now all he needed was an innkeeper. He grinned, excited to create an entirely new being for just his new inn. He knew what he needed to make his inn attract customers.
He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them again, he met with the sight of an unnaturally beautiful woman standing before him. Oh, and she was also totally naked. Chaos hummed under his breath and increased the size of her breasts. They were now perfect DD cups and stood proudly, defying gravity. He slimmed down her waist a little and made her butt rounder and larger for her frame. They too had a nice volume of flesh, giving her a perfect bubbly arse. He made her leggy and bow-legged too because why not. If he was creating a sexy milf then why not go overboard.
Chaos inspected his creation. He squeezed her tits and caressed her nipples. He mentally increased the circumference of her areolas, increasing the size of the brown circles. He chose her skin to be light cream. He ran his palm on her plump butt and gave it a good grope and a sharp slap, then he proceeded to drag his palm all around her thighs. He nodded in approval before cupping her hairless pussy.
Perfection. He had created perfection. With her essentials checked, he focussed on her head. He decided to give her long leaf green silky hair which flowed down to her waist like a small stream between large boulders. He opted for eyes to be matching leaf green too. Her ears became a little pointy, almost elf-like.
He stepped back to see the final product. With both her hair and eyes the same colour, she looked divine. Her hourglass figure was simply mouthwatering. Her big tits hung against gravity and her arse wasn't lacking anything. All in all, she looked like a 30 years old goddess with that tight motherly body.
Now for the last process. He stepped forward and tapped her forehead, giving her the wonderful gift of consciousness, giving her a soul. Her glassy green eyes filled with awareness. She stared at him for a second before bowing.
"Master. I know my purpose. I shall do as you have instructed. Please, give me a name."
Chaos smiled proudly at her and cupped her face, tracing her soft lips with his thumb. "You shall be Quilla. The barkeeper of the Green Dragon. I will give you seven servants who shall work under you. And you already have the magical power to create any type of food and drink so the resource problem is already taken care of. This inn will also have a ward which will stop anyone from asking where you get your goods from."
He pressed a soft kiss on her lips, making her smile, and stepped back. He waved his hand and she was clothed in a white skimpy dress trailing down to her ankles. It was tight around her seductive body, accentuating her big butt and all her other curves. It also showed more than enough cleavage to entice customers. She didn't complain about the sexualisation and just smiled.
"Now for your servants." Chaos mumbled and turned around and snapped his fingers. Seven beautiful girls formed into existence. Although, unlike Quilla, they weren't unnaturally beautiful and were just common human beauties. He then granted them souls and consciousness. He clothed them in blue skimpy dresses similar to Quilla's.
"You will he Uno." He told the black-haired and brown-eyed girl. The said girl curtsied.
"You will be Dos." He told the brown-haired and black-eyed girl. The said girl curtsied.
"You will be Tres." He told the blonde-haired and blue-eyed girl. The said girl curtsied.
"You will be Cuatro." He told the red-haired and black-eyed girl. The said girl curtsied.
"You will be Cinco." He told the blonde-haired and black-eyed girl. The said girl curtsied.
"You will be Seis." He told the red-haired and blue-eyed girl. The said girl curtsied.
"You will be Siete." He told the black-haired and green-eyed girl. The said girl curtsied.
Quilla shot him an amused look as he spoke in an exaggeratedly robot-like and numbered them instead of naming them. Not that she knew what robot-like exactly meant.
"And that's the end. You all will listen to Quilla's every order."
"Yes, master." They agreed and curtsied again.
"Good. Now take off your clothes and wait in line. I have to check if everything is as it is supposed to be." Chaos ordered with a straight face. Few of them giggled salaciously while most of them blushed furiously. But in the end, they all stood naked in a line.
"Quilla, you are first. Undress and stand here." Chaos announced. Quilla rolled her eyes at her master and slipped out of the dress. She winked at him and crossed her arms, waiting for further instructions.
Instead of saying anything, Chaos removed his own clothes and moved behind her. "Brace yourself. Lean on the counter."
She did exactly that. She put her hands on the counter and bowed low. She shivered as he ran his hands on her sides before grabbing her tits, mauling and teasing them. He lined himself up and pushed forward, shoving his dick inside her. She moaned in a whispery tone as he bottomed out. He left her breasts alone and gripped her waist. Then he began thrusting into her in a steady rhythm. Her moans and cries echoed in the room as her Creator fucked her and took her virginity. Definitely only for research purposes of course.
After he was done with Quilla, he did the same with Uno, Dos, Tres, Cuatro, Cinco, Seis, and Siete. Some of them were louder and more enthusiastic while others were silent and shy. At least none of them were against it. Not that it would have mattered of course. This was the Chaos. The Destroyer. The Creator. The ruler of the multiverse and he wasn't exactly a nice man. He took what he wanted without thinking of any consequences. He had destroyed and enslaved billions in the last thousands of years since he ascended to his throne. After this much time, he viewed everyone as only cattle and sources of entertainment.
He left the girls to do their work after ordering them to start advertising in the nearest village first. He climbed up to the second floor and stepped inside his room. With a snap of his finger, he customised his room to his liking. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. With a smile, he mumbled "Let there be chaos."
A.N. Before anyone asks, I don't know if I'll make this a full length story. At the moment I'm bombarded with ideas and don't know which idea will turn into a story.