Capítulo 58: A Tale of Blood and Monsters Ch. 2
Year 275 AC
Summer Isles – Tall Trees Town
The next day I did not seek passage out of Tall Trees Town because of one simple fact. It turned out that my already incredibly limited information on the Summer Isles was flat out wrong. Tall Trees Town was not even remotely close to the largest settlement in the Summer Isles like I'd originally believed, and in fact I wasn't even currently on the biggest landmass in the Summer Isles. The map I remembered from so long ago had lied to me, and wasn't that just sad? If you couldn't trust fanmade maps on the internet, what could you trust?!
Luckily I'd chosen a sharp woman as my first follower and replacement for Ravia. My inaccurate beliefs had come up in conversation and she'd been quick to correct them as I'd made sure to reinforce my appreciation of her intelligence and willingness to express said intelligence. Oh sure, Tall Trees Town was still an important part of the Summer Isles, home of the Talking Trees, thus a center of Summer Islander culture and history. It just wasn't what I'd originally thought. This still made it the perfect place to launch off my religion, at least in my mind.
So instead of finding a ship to carry me away from the Summer Isles, I decided to stay and start the conversion of Planetos here and now. After all, I quickly found that the lecherous pervert I was now holding up as a deity would fit in perfectly well with the Summer Islander's gods and goddesses, something I'd already suspected to be true from the knowledge I had concerning the Summer Islander's ways.
That information all turned out to be accurate at least, the Summer Isles teemed with open-minded folk and sex was a part of the daily life style. Unfortunately, that seemed to be the most progressive part of the Summer Isles. In every other way, they were as barbaric and brutal as any of the people I'd find on Westeros and Essos. It worked for me though, because it meant there were downtrodden and weak to take advantage of. Even in a culture center like Tall Trees Town, there were the destitute, the homeless, and the weak, sick, and injured.
In the end, this made my path forward quite obvious. So over the course of a week, in the morning I would give Chatana a supply of my blood and we would part ways. She, using her beauty and grave to put people at ease, would give out my blood to the injured and sick and spread the word of the Almighty One to those who would listen.
While she did this, I spent my days amongst the Talking Trees, where the Summer Islanders had engraved their history onto tree trunks. I'd always been a bit of a scholar and even when I'd conquered my original world and ruled it for almost four thousand years, I'd still found the time to sit down every once in a while with a good book. Magical knowledge in particular fascinated me and I had owned the largest library of Grimoires in the world largely for that reason amongst others. But that was then and this was now. Reading the history behind the Summer Isles that no fan of the show or books had ever known about was truly a wondrous experience.
Unfortunately, a large portion of the Summer Isles history was recorded via oral tradition, which meant I was not getting the whole story just from my forays into the forests of Talking Trees. Luckily, I could easily acquire the rest… but what was the fun in doing things the easy way? Instead, I'd take my time, savor the moment, and at the end of the day, gaining the knowledge I sought would be that much sweeter.
Thus, my first week on Planetos came to a close, and I found myself standing in the common area of the Tavern Chatana and I had been staying at, a hundred pairs of hungry eyes staring at me, lips sealed and silent as they waited for me to speak. Even the barkeep was listening intently after a few drops of my blood from Chatana had restored three of his fingers a few days prior. That had led to us getting room and food for free indefinitely, as well as the use of his tavern as a meeting place.
I let a low smile build across my face and spread my arms wide, "I welcome you in the name of the Almighty One. As his Messenger, I stand before you now not with words of whimsy and empty promises, but instead with infallible proof to my god's existence, and his power in this realm."
A voice immediately rose up from the crowd, a loud boisterous and quite large fellow who stood from his seat and pointed a thick index finger at me, "And who're you supposed to be Messenger? I came tonight to hear the pretty lady speak. She's the one that healed me, not you."
Instead of being taken aback or agitated by this heckler, I just grinned wider, even as murmurs of agreement rose from the crowd. There was a reason I'd worn a sleeveless vest tonight and I lift my arms up to expose the undersides while Chatana brings out a wicked looking knife and steps up even as I speak, "The Ravia has done well in spreading my message and the Almighty One's will. But make no mistake Summer Islanders."
As Chatana slowly draws the blade up from my wrists one after the other, cutting deep and slicing my flesh open until red gushed forth before the eyes of my audience, I maintain constant eye contact with the man who'd spoken up. Chatana steps back, but I do not lower my arms, keeping them in view of every member of my audience as they heal in seconds, "The Healing Blood you have all imbibed is my own. The Almighty One has sent me, his Messenger, to lift you up. To bring you into Salvation through Blood."
I can see my display has had the desired effect on those in the tavern. There is awe, there is fear… and in the far corner, I can see greed as a certain Islander's heart rate elevates. This one does not know it, but I have been watching him for quite some time. This man works for the priestesses of Tall Trees Town, and while I have been here not but a week, Chatana and I have already gained their attention with our antics.
With the bait now set, I bring my arms together and clasp my hands before me as my grin reverts into a more gentle and welcoming smile, "You will all need time to process what you have seen here tonight, and I will give it to you. The Almighty One is both understanding and generous."
Gesturing at Chatana, I finish with, "The Ravia will continue to spread the Healing Blood during the day. In a week's time, we will meet here once more and you will have a choice. The Almighty One does not share in his worship. You will each need to decide if you are ready to lay down your old gods, so that you can accept the gifts that the Almighty One wishes to give you. Good night."
I bow and exit the common area, leaving a room full of loud conversation behind me as Chatana follows me back to the privacy of our rooms. I can already hear the heartbeat of a certain individual exiting the tavern, no doubt to report to his superiors. A wicked smile spreads across my face at the thought, before other thoughts invade my mind as Chatana strips down and moves to help me do the same.
She is quite the insatiable minx these days.
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Year 275 AC
Summer Isles – Tall Trees Town
Two days later, a group of men came for us in the night and I had to stop Chatana from ripping them to shreds as they tore us from our bed stark naked. A quick look from me kept Chatana docile as they quietly hustled us out of the tavern into the dark streets of Tall Trees Town, towards the Priestesses' Temple. They were never going to actually let that second meeting I talked about happen, I'd known that.
In fact, I'd been waiting for this, and I couldn't quite keep a small smile from forming on my face as we were led into a back entrance of the Temple and brought before a woman who radiated power and authority. Given her dress and the way she looked at us, along with the attendants arrayed around her, I would not hesitate to peg this woman as the High Priestess, who I'd heard quite a bit about in the past week I'd been in the town.
I was a bit surprised though, as she didn't look a day over thirty five, and it was a damn good thirty five as well. I couldn't help myself, as she looked upon us I grinned and said, "Here I was, expecting an old crone. I suppose that's what I get for assuming."
This draws the full attention of the High Priestess to me, and a moment later the men who kidnapped us from our beds are forcing us to our knees. I'm still curious about where this is going, so I go along with it and Chatana does as well, knowing full well to take her cues from me at this point. Only once we're kneeling before her, still completely nude, does the High Priestess finally deign to react, stepping up to us and inspecting us as if we were particularly interesting cattle.
After a moment of this inspection, during which her eyes linger long enough on my cock for my already monstrous ego to grow just a bit bigger at the approval, she finally speaks, "So, this is our miracle man? The one who's blood heals all wounds and cures all ailments? I would see this first hand."
It's clear that she intends for my blood to be forcibly taken to use on someone else, but I just grin at her from my position on the floor, "I am always happy to demonstrate for nonbelievers."
This sets off one of the men behind me as the High Priestess' lip curls in disgust and he steps forward to bring the pommel of his sword down on my head. It never reaches its target however, as my hand lashes out behind me, grabs onto his wrist, and pulls hard. He flies over my head, causing the High Priestess to stumble back in wide eyed disbelief to avoid being hit by his body. Falling before me, his sword clatters to the ground as I break his grip by crushing his wrist, and a moment later Chatana is on her feet holding it up in a guard to keep the other men behind us at bay.
The entire room is frozen in that moment, so I take advantage of their undivided attention, "Like so."
Bringing my free hand down on the man's torso, I plunge it into his body and purposefully pull out his spleen. He screams in pain and horror as I toss aside the organ, bite into my wrist, and feed him my blood. In moments everyone in the room watches as the dying man's screams quiet down to light whimpers and his shaking hands come up to check the spot where I'd torn a hole in his side. No one even notices that his wrist is also healed by now.
Still smiling, I stand up. Once again I am naked, surrounded by enemies. I don't think I'll be making a habit of this, but still… second time's the charm right?
"My dear priestess, I would like to offer you a deal."
The High Priestess, who has barely managed to regain her composure at this point, looks at me with a mixture of fear and anger. We're clearly not quite to respect, but she doesn't immediately order an attack so I count that as a win, "We do not make deals with blasphemers."
I scoff outright at that, "Oh come now, I've spent the last week reading your histories! You're more historians than priestesses, what's a bit of religious upheaval? All you truly care about is power anyways, else you would have just tried to have me killed, instead of bringing us here, most likely with the intention of imprisoning me and draining me dry of my blood."
Her eyes narrow at that accusation, and now she gives the order to attack, "Subdue them."
I can't help it, I grin even as I give my own order, "Ravia, kill them all."
Chatana is untrained and untested, brand new to her abilities and a baby in terms of all things immortal and hybrid. She's also vicious, bloodthirsty, and pissed off. Hell hath no fury like a woman whose beauty sleep had been interrupted. The High Priestess' muscle dies graphically, as I stare down the woman who sent them to their deaths, my eyes turning gold and black and my fangs filling my mouth. The High Priestess and the women behind her are frozen in terror as I stalk forward, quite confident in Chatana's ability to deal with the riff raff.
"D-demon! Evil Spirit! S-stay back!"
Holding a finger to my smiling mouth, I catch her eyes with mine and initiate compulsion, "Shhh, it's alright. You're going to tell those girls behind you to calm down, and then you're going to get me a cup."
I'm in for a surprise, instead of the usual pupil dilation, I'm treated to the High Priestess' eyes hardening in anger and her nose turning up at me, "You may kill me demon, but I will never serve you."
Blinking a bit, I look behind her at the still cowering priestesses and then back at her, brow furrowed in confusion. Had he lied to me? Whistling sharply, I catch the eyes of every terrified priestess and initiate mass compulsion, "Step forward darlings."
They do so, even as the High Priestess whirls around. Still, not quite proof, "Pat yourselves on the heads and rub circles on your stomachs."
To a one, every single priestess does exactly as I say, much to the horror of the woman in front of me who immediately calls to them, "Stop! Do not do what he says! What is wrong with you?!"
My chuckle draws her attention back to me. I can't help it as I take another moment to appraise her, the smile on my face turning just a bit sinister, "So, it's something about you then? What, are you supposed to be my peer and thus your mind is an unassailable fortress?"
A moment later, my hand fists in her hair as I pull her head back to look into her terrified, yet resolved eyes. Grinning a mouthful of fangs, I whisper to her, "Don't worry love, I'll watch over your flock for you. I'll be so very good to them."
That said, I bite down into her exposed neck and drink her up, every last drop of blood and more importantly, every last drop of knowledge she had of her people's oral history. After all, it was the main reason I'd let them bring us here. As I finished with her and let the High Priestess' corpse drop to the ground, I blinked a bit as all the pieces fell into place and the gaps in history left by the Talking Trees filled in.
"Huh, so that's how that happened."
Satisfied that I'd gotten the rest of the story finally, I turn my attention away from my little hobby and back to the present. Before me stood a group of sobbing, fearful priestesses, all still patting their heads and rubbing their stomachs at the same time. It made for an incredibly dark yet also pretty funny scene. Still, all good things must come to an end, so with a sigh I put a stop to things, once more compelling the lot of them.
"Alright, stop that, all of you calm down. You, go grab a chalice for me, the rest of you kneel and wait patiently. It is time for your conversion. The Almighty One is both merciful and forgiving. He does not judge you for your past sins and neither do I. All that matters, is the future."
I smile as I look down at the tranquil group of priestesses. This right here, was the start of something quite fun.
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Year 275 AC
Summer Isles – Palace of Prince Wahano Fo
After turning the priestesses of Tall Trees Town into Sire-bound Hybrids, the religious conquest of the Summer Isles' cultural center was all but guaranteed. In the space of a month, much of the town was following the religion I was mostly just making up as I went along. However, only a portion of the town's civilians were turned into Hybrids, as it was something to be earned and keeping the numbers down made sure the blood supply didn't run out any time soon.
Still, eventually word of the changes happening in the town reached the ear of the Prince who owned the territory it rested upon. And so, a very firm invitation came to me in the form of a group of warriors assigned to escort me to his palace. I went gladly of course, the man's reputation claimed he was pragmatic and focused more on politics than religion and I was looking forward to putting the belief of my 'god' in him.
Brought into his throne room, I use just a bit of unnatural speed to avoid the guard's attempted shove directed at my back, instead giving the appearance of a visiting dignitary as I regally walked the length of the hall to come to a stop before the seated Prince. He's reserved as he stares at me, but disdain is the one thing he cannot mask.
"Your Highness, in the name of the Almighty One I, his Messenger, pay you homage and thank you for the invitation to visit your beautiful palace."
Ah, there's the anger as his eyes flash and he slashes a hand through the air, "Cut the act Westerosi. I care not for your god or your religion. You are here to answer for the rumors I am hearing from Tall Trees. Of Blood and Murder."
I smile thinly but do as he asks and speak more bluntly, "Ask, and I shall answer your Highness."
He peers down at me and then speaks, "It is said your blood heals all injuries and cures all disease."
I nod simply, "It is true."
With a snap of his fingers, a nearby door opens and a servant enters. A moment later he stands beside me awaiting his Prince's orders. Instead, a signal from the Prince has a nearby guard suddenly drawing their sword and slashing across the servant's torso, sending the screaming man to the ground in a spray of blood, much of which hits me.
Raising my eyebrow at the Prince, he gestures at the fallen servant and commands me, "Heal him."
My smile takes an edge to it, but I do as he says. Pressing a nail into my wrist I break the skin and let drops of blood fall onto the man laying at my feet. A kick to his side has him rolling over, and I direct the flow of blood into his mouth as he opens it to scream, "Drink fool."
A few drops make their way down his gullet despite his flailing, and minutes later he is completely healed, gasping with wide eyes as he feels where the hole in his tunic rests, where his bloodied skin is now unblemished and the pain has disappeared. He stands slowly, staring at me with the sort of awed reverence I've been growing accustomed to, but my eyes stay on the Prince as my smile stays affixed to my face.
The disdain and anger are both gone from Prince Wahano's face as he stares at the healed man for several long moments before finally turning his gaze back to me. He's quiet as he studies me with new interest, before finally speaking again, "And in your own words, what happened to the High Priestess of Tall Trees?"
I grin widely at that. My teeth are still normal but I know I look somewhat feral anyways as I reply, "I killed her of course. She cared nothing for my Faith and the Almighty One. She thought she could simply use me for my blood."
The throne room is deathly still at that, and I know that the Prince will probably do something stupid if I wait him out, so after a few seconds to let him take in my words, I continued on, "Prince Fo, I would like to offer you a deal. You are not the first I've tried to offer this to, but I am hoping you will be the first to hear me out. I've heard good things about you."
Perhaps it's the fact that I'd dropped all of the religious stuff for a second, but the Prince actually nods after considering me for a moment, "Very well, what would you offer me?"
I blink and have to take a moment to look around. Am I finally going to get to do it? No last moment interruptions? He actually wants to hear me out? Huh, that's new. Spreading my arms wide, I say my piece, "I wish to offer you two things your Highness. Eternal Life to start, and control of the entirety of the Summer Isles afterwards. United under your rule in exchange for being united under the worship of the Almighty One, the one true God."
There's the silence again, as everyone in the throne room just stares at me. My attention is focused solely on the Prince as he takes in my words and then replies, "You offer a good deal. I wonder at the veracity of your claims though. The Healing Blood is certainly miraculous and used correctly I could potentially leverage it into expanding my territory. Perhaps in a decade I could even be the undisputed ruler of the Isles."
He pauses for a moment, brow furrowed, "However, you claim to be able to offer me eternal life. I require proof that what you offer is possible."
Still smiling, I nod, "Of course."
I don't need to look around for this next part, my hearing has already told me all I need to know as I speak, "You currently have twenty three guards in this room with us. Send them at me with the order to kill, and I shall show you exactly how I intend to help you conquer the Summer Isles under your singular rule."
He frowns in silence, clearly not liking the idea of risking the already miraculous blood flowing through me by threatening my life. Still, he seems to pick up on my confidence and eventually he nods, gesturing with his hand, "Very well. Kill him."
The sound of swords being drawn fills the room for a moment as I'm quickly surrounded on all sides by the Prince's Royal Guard. I take a moment to turn slowly in a circle, locking eyes with each man before spreading my arms wide, "Well?"
They move in as one cohesive unit, and I hear the Prince's heart rate skyrocket for a moment as he believes I'm about to be skewered on twenty three different swords. But I'm already gone, back flipping over one guard's head and landing behind him. A kick to his back sends him sprawling forward into the death trap, and the rest just barely pull back in time from cutting into him.
Using their confusion and hesitation to great effect, I take them down methodically, sending men into nearby pillars, into each other, and sometimes just hammering them into the floor. The Royal Guard fairs no better than the High Priestess' muscle did against Chatana even once they do get their bearings back, and eventually I'm standing in a room full of groaning fallen men, facing off with one last panicking guardsman.
Smiling, I step forward arms spread wide. He immediately steps back, provoking a bark of laughter from my lips, "Don't be afraid. Here, I'll give you a free shot, promise I won't move. Run me through with that blade of yours."
He's too nervous, too terrified to get close to me so in the end I lock eyes and compel him, "Do it, now."
In an instant he's back in a perfect stance, one, two steps forward and he thrusts his blade home into my chest, directly through my heart. I cough up blood even as the Prince nearly comes out of his throne in shock, his eyes wide and lips pressed tightly together as he stares at the scene, thinking my hubris has led to my downfall.
My hand comes up and grasps the wrist of the poor guard who's staring at his close proximity to me with dawning horror, the compulsion ended. Slowly, I push his arm back using my grip and his blade comes with it, sliding out of me. As the tip exits the gaping bloody hole in my chest, the guard stumbles back as I let him go, falling on his ass. Finally, I am the only one in the room left standing.
Turning back to the Prince, I smile a much bloodier smile, "As you can see, I am not just immortal, I am also powerful. I am stronger and faster than any mortal in every way. This is what I offer you Prince Fo. Immortality and the strength to take the Summer Isles as your own."
The Prince leans forward, all traces of his original disdain long gone. Now there is only eagerness and wanton greed as he grins widely and shows off his own pearly whites, "I accept."
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Year 276 AC
Summer Isles - Tall Trees Town
Prince Wahano Fo became a hybrid that night, and the sire bond bound him to me and my religion more assuredly than his greed ever would have. From there, I turned the majority of his warriors into Hybrids as well, leading to further conversion to the worship of the Almighty One, and more and more joining in on experiencing the Joys of Blood.
From there, things snowballed. Wars on the Summer Isles were more like deadly sporting events than anything one would find on the rest of Planetos, but when Prince Fo won enough of these mock wars to solidify his complete control of Walano in just two months, the other two major islands took notice. Omboru still fell within a reasonable time frame, but the inhabitants of Jhala had just a bit more time to prepare and even partially unify in the face of the threat my puppet Prince posed, and as a result it took the better part of the rest of the year to convert properly.
In the end, the result was the same. The Summer Isles had thrown down their old gods in exchange for worship of the Almighty One. Not that much changed in their day to day lives. Sure, a good portion of the fighting men had become hybrids, and that number would probably grow as time went on, but at the same time, sex was just as integral to the fake religion I was constructing as it had been under the old religion.
That said most common Summer Islanders had no problem with it. Only those who lost power, wealth, and influence from the conversion proved to be problematic, and most of them were dealt with in short order. The thing I found most interesting about the process was the traditional method of exiling defeated enemies and rivals. I actually quite liked it, as it meant that every Prince my puppet defeated and forced off the Summer Isles would have to go elsewhere, inadvertently spreading tale of the Almighty One as they went.
Now though, a year was gone and the Summer Isles were effectively mine. Which meant it was time to move on. That's why I stood on a dock in Tall Trees Town, observing the loading of a merchant ship called the Cinnamon Wind. A distraught Chatana stood beside me, "Master, must you go? Must I stay?"
I chuckle and bring a hand up to stroke through my first servant's hair without even looking at her, "Yes my dear Ravia, to both your questions. I am the Messenger, it is not my place to sit and become complacent in one spot. All of the world must be made aware of the Joys of Blood like you and your people have been made aware."
"As for you staying, you know your place is here. There is still much to be done on the Summer Isles, and as the Ravia, you must be the one to do it. Prince Fo must be directed in productive ways, and he knows that you speak with my voice in all things."
A sniffle causes me to finally turn to face Chatana, only to find her actually crying. Chuckling, I pull her into a quick embrace, "Ah now, there there. It won't be the last time we see each other my dear. I will call for you one day, and given that we are eternal, there is no such thing as never again for beings such as us. Prepare and await word from me, alright?"
She nods, calming herself visibly even as I pull back to regard her, "Yes Master."
I grin, "Good girl."
In that moment a decently dressed young man interrupts us, "Ah, M-messenger? We're ready to go if you are."
I turn to Quhuru Mo and smile, "Excellent Captain Mo. Let us be off."
He bows quickly and leads me away. I let Chatana slip from my grasp without a look back, boarding the ship and staring out into the open ocean as we slowly began to make our way out of the bay.
The Summer Isles were mine, but there was so much more out there to take and control. All of course for the good of "The Almighty One". I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face as I wondered just what the Omnipotent Version of Me who'd sent me here thought of this newest form of conquest I'd chosen.
I hoped he was having as much fun with it as I was.
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Somewhere Between a Familiar White Void and the Higher Planes of Planetos
(Takes place sometime between Vali's arrival on the Summer Isles and his conquest of them.)
When the abomination in mortal skin had first shown up, the gods and goddesses had made little of him. Until he killed the High Priestess, then they took more notice of what he was doing. There was a general sense of annoyance and aggravation that this so-called Messenger was converting their followers to a god none of them had ever heard of, one who even had the audacity to call himself "The Almighty One".
So, their first order of business had been an attempt at collectively pulling this upstart god to their place of power so they could judge him either worthy or unworthy of joining their pantheon. The rebuke they received sent them all reeling as much as celestial beings can 'reel' and left them all taking a 'sick day' that stretched out a bit longer than a single day.
The next attempt was made by the High God in an effort to follow the line of power between this Messenger and his Almighty One back to the source, so that the gods and goddesses could storm the upstart's place of power and show him what for. The High God of the Summer Islander's pantheon was not heard from again and no one really knew what had happened.
After the second failure, the general sense of annoyance and aggravation had become confusion with a faint undercurrent of fear and unease. Then had come a polite, if surprising invitation from the Almighty One to meet in the middle so to speak. The pantheon of the Summer Isles had collectively breathed a celestial sigh of relief that the new kid seemed to be reasonable, put the disappearance of the High God from their minds as him just going on a random vacation to another part of the Higher Planes, and gone to the meeting place in force.
They were met almost immediately with an overwhelming sense of inferiority as if scrutinized by a giant beyond their comprehension, "Well hello there. You're the gnats who have been buzzing at my gates, aren't you?"
The undercurrent of fear and unease was now full blown panic and terror. There was probably an attempt to communicate, maybe some bluster, maybe some pleading. It didn't matter, because all but one of them were wiped out in less than an instant, gone as if they'd never even been there to begin with.
This did little to help the goddess who was left, as she did the celestial equivalent of hyperventilating and freaking out. The next words did little to calm her either.
"Hm, I've never met a goddess with sixteen tits before. I mean, why would you even need them? Have you ever actually used any of them for their intended purpose? Well, I suppose I've always wanted a pet. I have Vali, the Messenger you lot were freaking out about, but he doesn't really count does he? He's more like a stray cat that I feed every once in a while than a real pet. Ah, I'm rambling aren't I? Right then, I think yes I will keep you. Come along now, no point in wallowing amongst the dust of your disintegrated fellows any longer."
The aforementioned sixteen titted goddess was quick to agree with her new master that there really was no point in that. And thus, with nary a whisper, the Summer Isles Pantheon was no more.
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