章 59: A Tale of Blood and Monsters Pt. 3
Year 276 AC
Slaver's Bay – Astapor
The trip to Astapor went by without incident, despite my hopes that we would be beset upon by pirates and thus have a bit of sport to kill the boredom of sea travel. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Fortunately on the other hand, the trip was made much shorter by an immortal crew with super speed and super strength. By the time we made our way into Astapor's port, we'd only just drained the last living blood bag in the cargo hold.
Turning to Quhuru, I smile, "Choose five men to stay behind with the ship, to be rotated out on a schedule you choose. Five should be more than enough to deal with even an army, if anyone is foolish enough to try to steal from us. As for the rest, cut them loose and let them do as they do. They may eat, drink, and be merry to their hearts content, but if they find themselves experiencing another thirst, make sure they know they are to clean up after themselves. No evidence alright?"
The Captain nods, bowing slightly, "As you say Messenger. What will you be doing, if I may ask?"
I grin, "You and I will be getting the lay of the land. By the end of the night I want to know everything there is to know about the Good Masters of Astapor. We have time to spare, but Slaver's Bay is only a stop along our path. We won't be spending much time here."
He bows again and moves to give the crew my orders, even as I find my eyes drawn to the large brick pyramids that sit upon the shoreline. They are in a word, majestic, and I can't help but imagine simply taking one for myself. It's not like it would be hard. By the end of this I probably would lay claim to one simply to own it, but I doubted I would get to spend much time there. My path was aimed towards the west, once I took care of just a few more things here in the east.
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Year 276 AC
Slaver's Bay – Astapor
Finding a lively party in one of the pyramids I'd viewed from the shoreline was not difficult. It seemed that the free people of Astapor preferred nightly revelries and debauchery, something I had little trouble getting behind. Getting in was not difficult either, though I was surprised to find simple bribes did not work on the door guards, and in the end I was forced to resort to compulsion.
Now Quhuru Mo and I meandered through the party, drawing attention simply from our physical appearances. Summer Islanders were not so rare in Slaver's Bay, but wealthy free Summer Islanders were rare enough a curiosity that Quhuru drew looks. As for me, I stood out as even with a tan garnered from a year on the Isles and a time at sea, I could not hide the fact that my skin color screamed Westerosi to the inhabitants of Slavery's Bay.
However, thanks to our resplendent clothing and jewelry, we grabbed more positive attention than negative. I caught the women in particular admiring us for our exotic charm, though they did so with much more subtlety than women of the Summer Isles would have. And wasn't that a disappointment? The sort of party I was used to from my old world and even from my year on the Summer Isles was not the sort of party the inhabitants of Astapor seemed to enjoy.
No, instead it was a great many old men jockeying for position and power, with the only beautiful women in the equation being those on the arms of said men, or walking directly behind them with their heads down. Two categories, slave girls and wives, with there being very little difference beyond cosmetic between the latter and the former. It made for a bit of a dull affair compared to the parties I'm used to.
Still, it did have its uses, point in case being the flunky I was speaking to now. He'd certainly grown more interested in me after learning I commanded a merchant ship laden with precious gems and gold and had an interest in Astapor's most prized export, the Unsullied.
"If you wish to buy Unsullied, you will get no better deal than the Good Master Kraznys mo Nakloz. You must allow me to arrange a meeting for you. The other Good Masters will try to swindle you, try to give you less for more. Only Master Nakloz will trade with you in good faith."
I raise an eyebrow, not giving away the fact that I recognize the name he's dropped quite well, "And why would this Good Master be any better than any other?"
The flunky wrings his hands together, doing an incredibly poor job of hiding his sycophancy, "Well because Master Nakloz is honest and fair, of course."
I smile thinly and lean in. I don't use compulsion, but I know in an instant that the other man is greatly intimidated simply by my proximity. Toadies like him can sense a predator when it draws near enough to breath in their stench, "Enough of this pointless pontification. Give me a real reason why I should go to this slaver over another. Why would I expect any better than another?"
The man before me swallows thickly, even as my heightened sense of smell picks up arousal from the slave girl behind him. She's been sneaking glances at me throughout my exchange with her master whenever she thought she could get away with it. She was certainly appealing on a physical level, and it seemed she found my casual handling of her master just as appealing. I couldn't help the grin as said master finally speaks frankly with me, albeit with clear reluctance.
"The Good Master Kraznys mo Nakloz is young, younger than any of the other Good Masters. He is untested but he is also very ambitious. He has yet to make a sale of Unsullied, and thus he is not held in the same esteem as his peers, despite holding the title of Good Master. A sale of Unsullied to someone such as yourself would increase his reputation and allow him to stand on equal footing as the other Good Masters."
The man isn't lying as far as he knows it, but he is holding one last thing back. Leaning in and locking eyes with him, I finally use compulsion, "Now, tell me what you stand to gain from finding a buyer for the Good Master's Unsullied."
His eyes glaze over as he answers honestly, "I have tied myself closely to Kraznys mo Nakloz. The higher he rises, the higher I rise. The lower he falls, the lower I fall. His success is my success."
Grinning wickedly, I place my hand on the man's shoulder, "So then, you would say you are very invested in making me happy, aren't you?"
Paling slightly as he realizes what he's told me, the flunky eventually gives a shaky nod, "I… yes, of course. Anything you might need to better hasten a meeting between you and Master Nakloz, I would be happy to accommodate you."
Chuckling I release the man and pull back, "Wonderful. Then I only need two things from you. First, I wish to meet with the Good Master tomorrow. You will have to arrange that, but feel free to assure him that I have no intention of leaving Astapor without Unsullied. All we have left to argue is the payment, he can consider my purchase all but set in stone."
Now my eyes move to the girl behind him, "Second, you will gift me this slave girl, as a token of our new friendship."
Both he and the slave look at me with wide eyes. The slaver is clearly startled as it takes him several moments before he chokes out, "I, what? Her?"
I nod, grin still plastered on my face, pearly whites on full display, "Yes, she's been provoking me with seductive glances the entire time we've talked, and I find I can't stand it any longer. I have just finished a sea voyage with a crew of men after all."
Ah, now there's fear on the girl's face as her master gives her an evil eye before turning back to me, "I promise you sir, that I will have the girl punished severely on your behalf. I will in fact leave with her now to do so."
He moves to step past me but I hold up a hand and shake my head, "No, that will not satisfy me. I will take the girl and we will have solidified our friendship."
My eyes locked with the poor slave girl's terrified pupils, I smile wickedly, "I would not insist on keeping her permanently, but my appetites will not allow me to return her to you the same as she was before."
Now I turn my eyes back to the slaver's, not compelling, simply boring them into his own, "You will do this for me, won't you my friend? What is one slave, to the rewards you can expect from serving the Good Master and successfully bringing him and I together to make a deal?"
The man stares back at me for several long moments before breaking away finally and giving a stilted nod, "Yes, of course… friend. She is yours, my gift to you. We will see each other tomorrow."
I turn my eyes back to the horrified slave girl, her own gaze filled with betrayal as it stares into her former master's back. He moves to leave once more, but I stop him one final time, "On second thought, arrange for the meeting to take place in two days instead of tomorrow. I do not expect I will be presentable tomorrow."
Giving one more shaky nod, the slaver finally makes his escape, leaving his frightened former slave girl shaking like a leaf as I draw closer to her. She does well in keeping her eyes down now, but I bring my fingers to her chin and lift her head up until she is facing me. Her eyes still drift to the side, not making contact with my own as I study her for a long moment.
"Well now darling, time we be off I think."
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Back at the Ship
Surprisingly enough, the slave girl had managed to let go of her fear and despair by the time we arrived back at the boat. She was now doing a relatively decent impression of emotionless, though I could sense a faint undercurrent of bitterness beneath her blank slate act. Arriving in my quarters, the girl stopped in the center of the room, head down and hands clasped in front of her as she waited for my orders.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her, but I couldn't help a bit of foreplay first. Settling onto my bed, I clear my throat to catch her attention, "Strip and come here."
She does so mechanically, and once she's standing naked beside the bed, I gesture downwards, "Kneel."
Once again she obeys without hesitation, settling onto her knees and placing the palms of her hands on the tops of her legs with the fingertips pointed away from her body. I take a moment to study her before speaking again, "Are you afraid of me?"
She does an admirable job of putting on a brave face as she answers me, "No Master."
I smile ever so slightly at the very faint undercurrent of fear I hear in her tone. It seems her defensive mechanism in this situation is to distance herself from everything she's feeling. Well, that rather ruins the fun doesn't it?
"You were earlier. You were a complete array of emotions earlier, when you thought neither I nor your former master was looking. I can still smell your arousal, though it has been diminished a bit hasn't it?"
Her only reaction is the slight stiffening of her spine before she responds, "I am whatever you wish me to be my Master. I am yours to command."
My eyebrows rise, "Even if I wish you dead?"
There's no hesitation, making it clear that she already believes that to be her fate, "This slave's life belongs to you Master."
There's the slight undercurrent of bitterness again. I hum in thought for a moment before asking another question, "You don't feel betrayed at all? Your former master gives you up with barely any sort of fight for the chance at increasing his own station. Does that not hurt you?"
I knew it had, I'd seen the raw emotion in her face the moment after the flunky had agreed to my demand. I'd been curious about why a slave girl would feel betrayed at being passed off by her master. I hadn't really gotten the vibe that slaves got the chance to bond with their masters on an emotional level in Slaver's Bay.
Her response is as dead and emotionless as ever though, "Why would it Master? I am nothing but property. It was his right to gift me to you. It is your right to do what you wish with me now."
Oh now, there's a lot more bitterness in her tone this time, even as she continues to try to cover it up. Grinning now, I reach out and grab her chin, bringing her head up to face me again. Her eyes once more drift to the side, "Look at me."
She does so, clearly reluctant to do so. I immediately initiate compulsion, "You will answer any question I ask you truthfully."
She repeats the words back to me in a daze, and I release her chin, my grin taking on a satisfied edge, "Wonderful. Now pet, tell me why you felt betrayed when that slimy toad let me take you."
I see honest pain on her face as she answers me, "He told me he loved me. He said he would marry me once he had more power and influence, when he was above reproach. He made me feel hope."
Oh now that's interesting. Had I really managed to destroy the burgeoning love between a slaver and his slave without even realizing it? It would explain the flunky's hesitation as well as his attempt at promising he would take care of punishing her on my behalf. He'd done his best to spare the poor girl, so it was completely possible that he truly did feel something for her. But then he'd also thrown her away without me even having to compel him, so that showed just how little those feelings truly meant to him.
Staring down at the slave girl, who's no longer trying to hide her emotions, I find a slow smile creeping onto my face, "And now what do you feel?"
She shudders visibly, "Despair… anger… hatred."
My slow smile turns into a wide wicked grin as I suddenly cup her face in my hands and turn it up towards my gaze, "Given the chance, would you kill him for what he's done to you?"
It's clear that her slave training is warring with her base human nature on the issue, but eventually she spits out, "Yes."
The spite in her tone is delightful, and I pull her off the ground and bring her onto my lap. She moves easily with my hands, coming to straddle my waist with clear practice even as she looks at me with confusion and curiosity. I settle my hands on her bare ass as she wraps her arms around my neck.
"I'm not going to kill you Pet. No, I've decided you will be blessed with the Almighty One's power, after a bit of an… initiation. But you will live, and you may consider yourself beholden to no one but me. That means, when next you see that disgusting toady, you may do whatever you wish to him."
She furrows her brow at that, "The laws of Astapor forbid it. You would be forced to hand me over for execution if I tried."
I just chuckle darkly and bit into my wrist, presenting the bleeding wound to the slave, "Drink and discover just how little the laws of Astapor matter to those of us who are blessed by the Almighty One's grace."
She's hesitant but in the next instant her obedience training wins out and she leans forward to lap at my blood before the wound fully closes, drinking down more than enough. She pulls back, and I can see the question in her eyes, but I don't bother answering. Instead, I shift around slightly, grip my freed cock in one of my hands, and guide it between her spread legs up into her slit. She gasps as I fill her cunt with inch after inch of me and I grin as her head lulls back in response.
When it comes back around and she's looking at me once more, I compel her, "Here's what's going to happen now darling. I'm going to fuck you. Eventually, you'll hit your peak as I'm very good at what I do. Only, you're not going to come down. That first climax will lead into another that's just a bit more intense. And then another, and another, until your entire world is nothing but pleasure and pleasuring me."
The arousal she'd been almost smoldering with earlier while I talked with her former master is back in full force and she even manages a sultry look as she comes out of the compulsion, "Don't make promises you can't keep Master."
I can't help it, she startles a laugh out of me as I suddenly spin us around and press her face first into the bed, thrusting into her from behind only a moment later, "You've got more cheek to you then I anticipated you little minx. This is going to be fun!"
Her only response is to gasp as I hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of her with my thrusting length. I know how to get a reaction out of a girl, and as I proceed to fuck the shit out of her with just barely over normal human speed, I also go about pressing all of her buttons with my wandering hands. It's not long before she begins to spasm under me, and her cries of pleasure fill the cabin in short order. Only, they don't stop, they just get louder as I flip her over onto her front and take in her face as she continues to orgasm on my cock.
Her eyes lock with mine once more, and I can see the wonder and awe as I make good on my word and she finds herself drowning in a world of unending pleasure. A few minutes later I press deeper into her and fill her with my first load with great satisfaction. As I pull out of her, she scrambles to stay connected to me, the expression on her face begging me for more. I just smirk and grab a fistful of her hair before pulling her head towards my crotch.
She gets the idea quickly enough and her warm lips encircling my prick even as her eyes widen in surprise and delight. As she goes to town on my length and quickly brings it back to full hardness, I have to wonder exactly what she's getting out of it. My compulsion was relatively vague, but from the way she's going to town, it seems that sucking my cock is just as pleasurable for her as the sex had been.
From there she wraps her arms around my middle and begins driving my cock down her throat, essentially face fucking herself for me, as if she just can't get enough of the pleasure. She gags and chokes, but keeps going anyways as she coats my length in spittle and long strands of saliva. The sensation of her contracting throat around my cock and her tongue on the underside of my length is more than enough to send me over the edge several minutes later, and she swallows every last drop of my seed like a woman starved.
After that, things escalate as I take back control and proceed to put her through a great deal of what I'd learned about sex over four thousand years, doing things to her that probably really should be illegal and more than likely were in some places on this world. All she felt was pleasure though and sure enough, after fifteen hours straight I looked down at her to find her mind completely and utterly broken under the onslaught.
Her eyes were lulled shut and she was twitching. It wasn't just her mind that had broken by this point, her body had betrayed her as well, trying to shut down even as she found herself endlessly bombarded with pleasure. Her hands and fingers moved ever so slightly, still trying to reach for her abused tits or her drenched cunt, which was still expelling fluids as she orgasmed again and again. Leaning over her, I thumb up one of her eyelids to find nothing but white looking back at me, her pupils having long since rolled into the back of her head.
Bringing that same thumb down to her lips, they open up instantly and suck in the digit, tongue rolling over my thumb as she makes delightfully lewd noises while worshipping it. With a chuckle, I decide that she's finally ready. Pulling free of her mouth, I feed her a bit more of my blood and without further ceremony, break her neck.
This isn't the first time I've done this. I'd ruled a world for four millennia, and in that time one tended to grow bored and test the limits of what was possible. Mind break was a fetish from the life I'd lived even before this one, but it had been largely a fantasy as normal sex and normal people didn't work in a way that one sexual encounter could "break their mind". However, with compulsion, all things were possible.
The interesting part was that the experience affected everyone differently. I had no idea exactly how this one would come out of it. She might still be mindless, like an animal I would have to tame and bring to heel, though the sire bond would help with that. She might even be completely fine, her mind categorizing the things I'd put her through and letting her move on. More than likely she'd end up like the majority though, on some part of the spectrum for nymphomania. Whatever happened, I imagined she'd be quite fun moving forward.
I must have been musing longer than I thought, as the girl on the bed suddenly came back to life with a gasp, sitting up with wide eyes. I hold out a cup of mortal blood without a word and she grabs it and drinks it down as soon as she notices it. The change is completed quickly and I watch, rather curious, as she turns her eyes on me. Her hand slowly slides down her naked front and a moment later she's slowly pushing two fingers in and out of herself as she speaks, "That was… You kept your promise Master."
Grinning wickedly, I stroke a hand through her hair and she leans into it, "I always do pet."
Her eyes are smoldering as she looks at me with a familiar questioning gaze. I chuckle at the blatant invitation and lean down, only to kiss her forehead and pull away, "I know what you want pet, but I've had enough fun with you for the moment. If you want satisfaction, you should go out into the crew quarters and introduce yourself… after all, you're one of us now. It's best that you get to know your brothers intimately. I'm sure they'll be happy to slake every last one of your desires."
She only looks put out for a moment before sliding off the bed and giving me another sultry look, "As you wish Master."
I watch her go with a raised eyebrow. Had to admit, I wasn't expecting so much personality from the girl when I'd first decided to acquire her from that toady. But then, I hadn't picked up on the frail bond of love forming between them whatsoever. Probably because he hadn't actually loved her so much as loved her body going by how quickly he threw her away.
Ah well, his loss was my gain. Grinning as I hear certain familiar sounds through the wooden door, I reflect that I'll probably be joining in on that gangbang at some point before our meeting with the Good Master.
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Year 276 AC
Astapor – The Pyramid of Kraznys mo Noklaz
When I finally met with the Good Master Kraznys mo Noklaz, it was over a midday meal. I suppose I shouldn't have been overly surprised by that, even if he'd clearly been largely demeaning and dismissive towards a certain Mother of Dragons in the show, this version of the man was not only twenty four years younger, he was also desperate to begin making a name for himself in the incredibly cut-throat environment that was Astapor.
Introductions were finished fast enough and as I sat down at the large table across from the young Good Master, my dear Captain took his seat to my left. My newest pet, the slave girl that Master Noklaz's toady had given me was along for the meeting as well, but she stayed standing behind me as a good servant should. Regardless of the fact that she kept her eyes down at all times, it was obvious that her former master, who sat beside the Good Master, was feeling guilty and uncomfortable from her very presence.
Which was excellent, and just what I wanted. As the corners of my mouth turn up ever so slightly, I make sure to ignore the toady and lock eyes with Kraznys mo Noklaz, raising a wine goblet I've been provided and toasting, "May this meeting prove fruitful for both of us."
The young Master makes sure to smile politely and lift his own wine goblet in response, even as he agrees with me, "Indeed. My friend here says you have all but guaranteed your purchase. I confess I wasn't sure whether or not to believe him, until I saw the treasure you brought with you."
My small smile grows a bit bigger at that. Yes, I'd decided to bring the rest of my crew along with me on this outing. The Good Master was sure of his security and had no problem allowing them to enter his pyramid palace, especially given that each of them carried a chest full of gold, silver, and gems. The Summer Isles and all its wealth was mine to command, so I'd taken along enough of it to fill a ship to the brim on my way out.
"Yes, you will of course wish to have it all appraised yourself, but I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I've brought more than enough to buy every single Unsullied you currently have trained up. As I told your… friend, I do not intend to leave here today without making a deal regarding at least those Unsullied."
Kraznys smiles and clasps his hands together, elbows hitting the table as he leans over it, "I do have to wonder what a merchant, even one wealthy as you are, needs with so many Unsullied."
I blink, affecting surprise at that, "Oh? I see where your confusion stems from. I am not a merchant."
His smiles falls and his brow furrows together at that, "You arrive on a sole merchant ship laden with goods to sell and trade in Astapor. If you are not a merchant, what are you?"
Chuckling, I take a moment to finally take a bite of the meal we've all forgotten is in front of us. Well, not the dear Captain, he's been sneaking bites the entire time we've been talking. Once I finish chewing, I answer the Good Master, "I'm surprised there've been no rumors in Astapor this last year, over what's been happening on the Summer Isles. Have you heard nothing?"
I'm treated to a deepening frown at that as Kraznys thinks for a long moment, "There has been some tell of political and religious upheaval. One or two banished Princes who have arrived in Astapor with barely anything to their name asking for handouts and claiming that the Summer Isles were being conquered and unified under the rule of one man. There have also been rumors of a new god rising in popularity in the Summer Isles. They call him the Almighty One."
"Ah, I'm glad then. I would have been disappointed if there hadn't been the tiniest bit of information about me. To put it bluntly Master Noklaz, the rumors are all true. Prince Wahano Fo is now the sole ruler of the Summer Isles. All three main islands rest under his control thanks to the power and skill of his warriors. The Summer Isles are also now united in worship of the one true god, the Almighty One. My Patron."
The toady's eyes are wide and from the way he's broken out into a cold sweat as I speak, he clearly believes me. Kraznys on the other hand is still a bit skeptical given the way he raises an eyebrow and responds with, "Oh? That is quite the tale. You're claiming to have facilitated the conquest of the Summer Isles for this Prince Fo in the name of your god? I can't help but wonder at how you so easily convinced Summer Islanders to follow you."
I laugh even as the Captain bristles a bit beside me at the insinuation, "Ah, a good point, a good point. If I was a charlatan or a liar like most religious figures, I imagine I would have gotten nowhere. Fortunately, I am neither. My god is quite real Good Master. His blessings are proof enough of that. The Prince converted to my god after a demonstration and followed my advice, and for it he went from a Prince of the Summer Isles, to the Prince of the Summer Isles. I would offer you the same."
That gets the man's attention, his eyes narrowing as he tries to decipher exactly what I mean, "You will have to clarify."
Grinning almost ferally now, I lean over the table, almost half out of my seat, "Kraznys mo Noklaz. You are a Good Master of Astapor. A position of high esteem, but one that you are new and untested in. Your peers do not yet respect you. Your subordinates already look for ways to undermine you."
My eyes drift to the toady beside him, whose eyes widen in disbelief at my own insinuation, and he pales dramatically when Kraznys' eyes follow my own. Before he can speak in his defense though, I continue, "What I offer you is simple. I offer you more. More than this position as the youngest of many Good Masters. Instead of my one simple purchase making you respected by the other Good Masters, I would instead make you the only Good Master."
In response, I get a level stare as the young Good Master evaluates just how serious I am, "That is a very generous offer. However, the Good Masters of Astapor are not as prone to infighting as the Princes of the Summer Isles. Our city works because we can rely on one another. Those below us fight for power amongst themselves, but the Good Masters remain untouchable. If I or any other wished to kill the rest, we could do so… but it would result in anarchy. No single Good Master can control all of Astapor. None have the power to do so."
My grin morphs into something far more sinister. I can tell, because even Kraznys must see something in my face now, as he unconsciously pulls back ever so slightly, "Indeed. Power is the currency of those at the top. Without it, you are nothing. And as you are, you are right, you do not have enough power to hold Astapor on your own. That is where my god's blessings come in."
The Good Master frowns, but remains silent, clearly expecting me to have something else. This goes far in raising his esteem in my eyes, because I do. Raising a hand, I snap my fingers and my pet immediately perks up. Eyes locked with Noklaz, I speak to my slave girl, "Pet, bring your former master here."
Neither Kraznys nor his toady have a chance to react before my pet has moved across the table with blazing fast speed, grabbed the man who betrayed her up out of his seat with super strength, and dragged him back across the table to place him beside me, her hands holding him in place even as he understandably freaked out. The Good Master responded by abruptly rising from his seat, eyes wide at the display my pet had just put on.
In contrast, I take my time standing up, while the Captain beside me stays seated and continues to enjoy the meal. Turning to the toady, I stare into his terrified eyes for a moment before sneering in disgust. Then I look back to his master, "A demonstration is in order obviously. This is what those blessed by the Almighty One can do."
I draw my hand back with agonizing slowness, noting how every set of eyes in the room follow it. Then I lash out and an instant later the toady whose name I'd never bothered learning is missing a head, which is now rolling across the floor. Kraznys mo Noklaz's reaction is unfortunate but largely expected. He immediately yells out, "Guards! Guards!"
The two guards who had been standing outside the room rush in. When they see my pet holding up the headless body of her former master and my bloody arm, their eyes widen and they draw their swords. I just keep grinning, motioning my pet back and stepping towards them even as I look back at the Good Master, "Watch closely Kraznys mo Noklaz! Another blessing of the Almighty One!"
That's when the sword of one of the guards slams through my throat and the other skewers my chest. There's a moment of absolute stillness in the room as the light does not leave my eyes, my body does not fall to the floor, and I categorically refuse to die. Instead my hands come up and grab the naked blades firmly, before slowly pulling them out. A moment later both guards fall to the ground unconscious or dead from lightning fast blows to the head. I couldn't really bring myself to care about how much damage I may have done to the meatbags.
As my throat heals along with my chest, I turn fully back to the awed and terrified Good Master and finish what I had been saying, "Immortality. Eternal life."
He looks like he's about to try to flee, so I preempt that but stepping up and speaking in my most commanding tone, "Sit down."
He promptly does so even though I hadn't bothered with compulsion. Satisfied that I had his full attention, I take a table cloth to begin wiping my hands of blood, "This is what I offer you Kraznys mo Noklaz. Incredible strength and speed, power beyond your wildest dreams, and eternal life and invincibility. All that is asked in return is your devotion to the Almighty One and he will bless you with his awe-inspiring gifts. Tell me Master Noklaz. With this power, could you hold Astapor alone?"
The Good Master swallows thickly as he takes a moment to stare at what I've done and accepts what I could do. Eventually he nods, albeit a bit shakily, though he keeps any nervousness from his voice, "Yes. Yes I could."
Still grinning, I settle back into my seat and motion for him to do the same, "Good, good. Then let's discuss plans for your rightful ascension."
He takes his seat again slowly, now treating me like a dangerous beast that could tear him apart at any moment. Once again, my esteem of the young man was raised by his smart danger sense. Oh, this was going to be fun.
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Year 276 AC
Astapor – Plaza of Pride
It took a month to arrange things. That day at the end of the meal, the Good Master Kraznys mo Noklaz had become a Hybrid and a true follower of the Almighty One. On top of his conversion was the purchase of all of his Unsullied, whose loyalty had been transferred to me by the end of the meeting. I had a good reason for not immediately turning them however.
No, instead they would be useful in the plan we'd put together. As I'd learned from speaking with Kraznys, if we just slaughtered the other Good Masters, the Unsullied they'd trained would turn on us. Or at the very least the handlers that operated as go betweens for the various Good Masters would turn on us, each taking their own group of loyal Unsullied and plunging the city into chaos. In the end, we needed to convince the Good Masters of Astapor to do the same thing for me that I remembered them doing for Daenerys Stormborn. We needed them to give me every last Unsullied in the city, trained or not.
Of course, I had no dragons to bargain with, but I did have something that Kraznys was confident had far more value. Immortality. So that's what we offered the Good Masters. It took two weeks to arrange the first meeting with them, in which I showed off the benefits of the change without mentioning any of the religious aspects. Then, we took the Unsullied I'd purchased from Kraznys and I showed the Good Masters of Astapor exactly how I gave the gift of immortality.
The ordering was important, because by the time I'd got done showing them what I personally could do against a hundred still mortal Unsullied, they'd been rather afraid and in awe of me. This meant that when I revealed that my blood could pass on immortality, they didn't immediately try to imprison me so they could drain me dry. Instead, they dealt fairly. Their mistake.
Thus, two weeks later we all stood in the Plaza of Pride, which had been fully cleared out for the occasion. Much like with Daenerys in the show, there were thousands of Unsullied arrayed in the plaza before me. Unlike with Daenerys in the show, every single Good Master of Astapor was here to witness this, and a large banquet table was set up for them, with each having a goblet ready for me to pour my blood into.
Taking the knife I was given into hand, I cut my wrist and poured my blood into each Good Master's cup as I moved around the table. Only once I'd done so and they'd all drank did Kraznys step forward, operating on their behalf. The fools had actually let him broker the deal at my insistence, amusingly enough. A few minutes later and he hands me a whip with nine ends, presumably meant to represent the Harpies fingers. With that, control of every last Unsullied in Astapor falls to me and me alone.
Smiling as I take a moment to look over my new army, soon to be immortal and unstoppable, I turn back to the Good Masters with the same grin on my face, "You all know what you must do to acquire your immortality."
The Good Masters all nod even as they draw daggers out of their cloaks. All together, these slavers place the tips of their daggers against their hearts, veins full of my blood and minds full of the possibilities present to them once they are immortal. Then, they sink the naked steel into their hearts and die. I stare at their corpses for several long moments until the last one is no longer twitching, before ordering the few Unsullied Hybrids I'd brought with me forward, "Remove their heads."
Servants of the deceased good masters overhear me and their eyes widen in shock and confusion, even as they too are set upon by hybrids. I have more than enough Unsullied Hybrids already made from the group I bought from Kraznys. Throughout the city, precision scapel-like strikes are carried out as those who will not fall in line are removed quietly and permanently.
By sundown Kraznys mo Noklaz will be the undisputed Good Master of Astapor. No, he will in fact be the Eternal Master of Astapor. I liked the sound of that better, I'd mention it to him later. For now my attention is on my new loyal army as I step down from the dias that the Good Masters had set up their banquet table on and arrive before the Unsullied who were not yet changed.
Large barrels full of my blood are brought forward and distributed. As each Unsullied is given a chance to do so, I order them all to drink and watch as they carry it out without hesitation despite the betrayal they just witnessed me commit. Loyal to a fault is the saying I do believe. Grinning from ear to ear, I order the Unsullied to fall on their swords. Thousands die in a few moments. Thousands rise again minutes later and are presented with human blood. I have with minimal effort and minimal time lost, raised a Loyal, Undying Army. I take a moment to bask in the feeling.
The Summer Isles had taken a year to properly convert. I suppose it was appropriate that one city only take a month to bring to heel. I certainly didn't expect Yunkai or Mereen to fare any better.
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