Chapter 29 - Niduan
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Valyria
There was a foreboding feeling inside the tower from the very first step he took. The walls, the shadows, even the ground felt oppressive for some reason, but that wouldn't stop him.
Something, probably the thing haunting his dreams, had blown a hole twenty feet wide, from deep in the ground to the upper levels of the tower, exposing stairs spiraling down into the abyss below.
Throwing a rock, Robert began to count, and heard the voice after fifteen seconds, as well as groans of something.
Robert checked the floor first, to make sure he didn't leave any enemies behind, because if he was attacked while going down the crumbling stairs, chances of him dying before even seeing the one responsible for this was high.
He kicked the sole door in the room open, watching for those damn zombies, but inside was a single dead man, crushed by a rock that came down from the ceiling, wearing full plate Valyrian steel armor, which, as expected of the magical metal, was intact.
Robert approached the remains, checking it with his sword for any nasty surprises, but found nothing but a skeleton.
Checking the armor out, he could see that it would fit him well, and since the Valyrian had no need for it anymore, Robert stuck his hands under the rock, and began to lift.
His muscles bulged, Robert lifted with his legs, his unnatural strength allowing him to do the job several men would have hard time doing.
With one last heave, the rock rolled to the side, and Robert inspected the part that was under it. The bones were smashed to shards, but the armor was fine, so he began to strip the skeleton off.
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Too bad there was no mirror, because Robert knew, wearing a full plate black and red Valyrian Steel armor and carrying a sword of the same metal, he cut a figure even the legends from Age of Heroes would feel envious of.
Now that he had better protection, the Lord of Asgard took to the stairs to go and confront the creature at the center of this nightmare.
The stairs were crumbling due to the destruction, as well as the centuries long disuse and lack of maintenance. Robert measured each step as he went down, one hand holding a torch, sticking to the wall and avoiding the parts that looked weak. He didn't know how long he was walking for, but every now and then he threw down rocks to measure the remaining depth.
His trek came to a stop, as a part of the stairs in front of him were missing, leaving behind a gap he could only jump over, which would be hard because of the tight space. Getting as far as he could without touching the edge that was falling apart, Robert weighed his chances, and deciding he could do this, especially since his armor was much lighter, he bent his knees, and jumped, safely landing on the other side.
The Lord of Asgard didn't have a chance to celebrate, as a sizable part of the stairs behind him just went down into the hole. His back leaning on the wall, Robert walked sideways as fast as he could, as the stairs behind him kept breaking off.
One good thing though, was that the sound of the rocks hitting the ground were really close, meaning he almost made it down, and would be fine as long as he didn't fall.
"C'mon, c'mon." Robert muttered to himself, his eyes lighting up as the ground was finally in sight, just a couple more steps away, which he leaped to avoid any accidents.
Landing on solid ground, Robert gave a sigh of relief. It would be embarrassing on the other side if he fell to his death after killing those monsters.
There were two cave entrances in front of him, the one on the right was completely dark, but the left one was where the orange lines pervading the island headed.
No need to think on which way to go at least.
Deeper he went in, hotter and more oppressive the air became, but the light at the end of the tunnel was growing closer, and finally, he entered the lair of the beast.
The entire ceiling of the cave was covered in red, luminescent crystals, casting an ominous light. While it was interesting, the reason he came here was in the middle of the cave.
Six smaller pentagrams, with a large heart floating and still beating above each one, glowing a deep, angry red, were connected to a larger pentagram, with the blood orb he had seen in his dreams floating right in the middle of it.
Right above the orb, was the creature itself, and just looking at its eyes gave Robert goosebumps, and he physically had to stop himself from shuddering.
Pure white pale scaly skin, a draconic head, with a snout, two rows of sharp teeth, two curved horns like a rams, red slits on black sclera as eyes, the creature had two sets of wings.
And it was fucking big.
Big enough to swallow Robert whole kind of big, at least thirty feet long, with fingers as long as him.
But the creature, most likely a demon if the satanic pentagrams and the still beating hearts were anything to go by, was transparent, which meant, if his gaming and and fantasy book knowledge was anything to go by, meant whomever summoned it, didn't or couldn't complete it entirely, and the demon was stuck in that form.
Probably the reason it invaded Robert's dreams, to summon him and find a way to materialize on this plane of existence.
"You entered my dreams, deprived me of sleep, and overall tried to drive me mad. So, tell me, what the fuck do you want?" Robert spat out, stabbing his sword on the ground and leaning onto it, watching the demon, just as it was observing him.
"I want you to finish the ritual and bring me forth, mortal." The demon pointed down at the orb, clenching his claw, as if feeling the victory was close.
"And why in the everliving fuck would I ever do that, ever?" Robert asked, no matter how good the deal sounded, one thing you learnt in fiction was never to trust a demon, otherwise you would get fucked in unforeseen and gruesome ways.
"You will die if you don't." The demon resorted to threats, but Robert just rolled his eyes.
"I did die once, and woke up in this body, so you're gonna have to do better than that." He said, and the demon was taken back by the frank admission, re-evaluating its choices.
"My spawn will carve through your flesh, while you are alive." It resorted to threats of torture and pain this time.
"I had my ribcage crushed once, believe me, I know pain." Not that Robert was willing to let those little bastards eat him alive.
He would kill himself after taking down as many of them as possible.
"What do you want in return for completing the ritual?" The demon seemed ready to negotiate now, seeing as its threats were futile.
"Now we are speaking. I got some questions first though." He needed to learn as much as possible now to find out how to kill the bastard.
"Ask."
"What the hell are you?" Knowing it was a demon wasn't enough, as anyone with half a brain could figure that out.
"I am Niduan, the Arch-Demon and Spawnfather of the Kalmion" The demon said, the names meant nothing to Robert, but Arch-Demon meant it was even more dangerous and Spawnfather was self-evident.
"Kalmion? You mean those little snakes with humanoid faces?" Robert asked for clarification. In his opinion those little buggers didn't deserve any other name than vermin, but whatever rocked their boat.
"They take shape similar to what they feast on" It explained, making him realize why they looked a bit different compared to Niduan.
"Ah, since they ate humans, they looked somewhat humanoid."
"Yes."
"So who had the ingenious idea to summon you?"
"A human, one of those inbred Valyrians."
"Unsurprising one of them would do something like this after centuries of fucking their sisters." He might have Valyrian blood, but that didn't mean Robert was a fan of them, though this sounded even more stupid than he expected of the sister fuckers.
"He wanted me to help him free the slaves on this island." The demon explained, and the only reason Robert even took it seriously was the sheer absurdity of it.
"A Valyrian, summoned you, to free the slaves, when their entire culture thrived on it, and dragons? Was he mad because of the inbreeding?" Robert said, gesturing to the skeletons laying on the ground, then the demon, waving his hands to mean the slaves, and then pointed back at the corpses.
"No, he appeared to be sane." The demon replied with a dry tone, not impressed by Robert's theatrics.
"Huh, go figure. Changing the subject, I assume you destroyed Valyria?" It was obvious, though not the why of it, especially if the ritual was left unfinished.
"Yes, when they discovered what was happening the humans attempted to stop the ritual, I had to use some of the offered blood to stop the humans, but there was an accident with the circle, and I ended up using more than I intended and destroyed the island." Niduan explained. It was furious upon realising what had happened, but by then there was nothing to do but wait in the hopes that another dragon would come.
"Well, what do you want from me?" That too was obvious, but again, not the why of it.
"Dragon's blood, I need enough of it to finish the ritual and bring myself to this world." The arch-demon declared, watching Robert for a reaction, which he didn't give any.
"Aerea Targaryen, a young Valyrian girl, came to this island once, about two centuries ago. Why did you attack her if you needed dragon's blood and she could have brought it to you?"
Perhaps Aerea refused, and the demon attacked, though unless she knew the secret exit, there was no way she could have escaped at all.
"I have no control over my spawn due to my current condition, they simply attacked her, and she ran away on her dragon." Plausible, but he wasn't going to take a demon's word for it.
"Still, I don't see why I should let a demon run amok in this world, it would be terrible for business." Really, the comic book logic, or the lack of it, was really something. What use is all the wealth in the world if the world is gone?
"There must be something you desire, something I can give you. Riches, immortality, means to seduce the females of your kind, name it and it is yours." The demon offered, and while someone with a weak will might have accepted, it was practically worthless to Robert.
There were hundreds of beautiful women all lined up wanting to marry him and he was rich. As for immortality, well, life is valuable, because it ends.
"Well, I want to be the richest person in this world, but I fail to see how you are going to do that." Still, he did want to be richer, as you could never have too much gold.
"My powers are many, if you help me finish this accursed ritual, I will drown you in a mountain of gold." Niduan usually would have read the human's mind to find out, but it couldn't use more of his powers without further depleting the blood orb, and trying to sense any duplicity from the human was impossible, as his soul was different in a way he had never seen before.
"That does sound appealing, but not so much if your spawn starts eating every human they see. That would make gold worthless." Robert shrugged, he sounded interested in the deal, but still had his worries as well.
"I don't intend to let my spawn consume as they wish, otherwise they would exhaust the flesh in this world very quickly. Rather, I wish to have the undesirables of your kind, and in return, I will keep my spawn in check." For a while at least, before their numbers were sufficient and the Kalmion consumed this world, before moving to the next.
"You are awfully considerate."
"Most of my kind do not consider anything beyond their base desires, and always fail as a result, and I did not rise to this position and strength by acting like them." Niduan told the truth, just not all of it, as it too had desires, but knew how to control them, at least until the objectives were achieved.
Then there would be no reason to hold back.
"Well, I will need a way to get out of this cave and to the surface to get the blood, since the stairs are out of commission." Hopefully the demon knew an exit, otherwise climbing out was going to be a bitch.
"There is a secret door at the end of the other cave, there should be a secret exit the Valyrian had for emergencies."
"One flask full of dragon blood coming right up." Robert said, turning back to head the other way, thinking how nice this demon was.
"Good." The demon sounded pleased, but kept its sinister chuckle back.
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In the next chapter:
A desk stood at the corner, and Robert went to rummage through it, to see if there was anything important. Rotting parchments with illegible writings, quills, dried ink bottles and a candle stood on top, and he checked the drawers. The one at the right had some more writing supplies, the middle, larger drawer had a well preserved book written in Valyrian, and at the left there was another leather bound book.
Robert opened it and was taken back by what he saw, bringing the torch closer to make sure it wasn't the shadows playing games on him. He turned the pages gently to avoid damaging the diary, only to see he wasn't mistaken at all.
The diary was…
Shaking his head, Robert took the diary with him, as well as the other book since he believed it was important as well.
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Notes: Now, why would a Valyrian summon a demon to end the slavery?
We will see. Also it is easy to see what inspired the demon's name, and no, I don't have any plans for more of its kin - Kalmion, which I have made up, because can't have a demon call its spawn ugly bastards- to show up outside Valyria.
If you enjoy my stories you can read advanced chapters in my patreon page
Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live, a Mass Effect story where Shepard is greater than ever,
Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU,
Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon,
and DCU:Blacklist, a Raymond Reddington inspired OC SI using his knowledge for his own advantage, as well as the rest of the world
All stories are six chapters ahead now.
Thank you in advance.
Valyria
There was a foreboding feeling inside the tower from the very first step he took. The walls, the shadows, even the ground felt oppressive for some reason, but that wouldn't stop him.
Something, probably the thing haunting his dreams, had blown a hole twenty feet wide, from deep in the ground to the upper levels of the tower, exposing stairs spiraling down into the abyss below.
Throwing a rock, Robert began to count, and heard the voice after fifteen seconds, as well as groans of something.
Robert checked the floor first, to make sure he didn't leave any enemies behind, because if he was attacked while going down the crumbling stairs, chances of him dying before even seeing the one responsible for this was high.
He kicked the sole door in the room open, watching for those damn zombies, but inside was a single dead man, crushed by a rock that came down from the ceiling, wearing full plate Valyrian steel armor, which, as expected of the magical metal, was intact.
Robert approached the remains, checking it with his sword for any nasty surprises, but found nothing but a skeleton.
Checking the armor out, he could see that it would fit him well, and since the Valyrian had no need for it anymore, Robert stuck his hands under the rock, and began to lift.
His muscles bulged, Robert lifted with his legs, his unnatural strength allowing him to do the job several men would have hard time doing.
With one last heave, the rock rolled to the side, and Robert inspected the part that was under it. The bones were smashed to shards, but the armor was fine, so he began to strip the skeleton off.
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Too bad there was no mirror, because Robert knew, wearing a full plate black and red Valyrian Steel armor and carrying a sword of the same metal, he cut a figure even the legends from Age of Heroes would feel envious of.
Now that he had better protection, the Lord of Asgard took to the stairs to go and confront the creature at the center of this nightmare.
The stairs were crumbling due to the destruction, as well as the centuries long disuse and lack of maintenance. Robert measured each step as he went down, one hand holding a torch, sticking to the wall and avoiding the parts that looked weak. He didn't know how long he was walking for, but every now and then he threw down rocks to measure the remaining depth.
His trek came to a stop, as a part of the stairs in front of him were missing, leaving behind a gap he could only jump over, which would be hard because of the tight space. Getting as far as he could without touching the edge that was falling apart, Robert weighed his chances, and deciding he could do this, especially since his armor was much lighter, he bent his knees, and jumped, safely landing on the other side.
The Lord of Asgard didn't have a chance to celebrate, as a sizable part of the stairs behind him just went down into the hole. His back leaning on the wall, Robert walked sideways as fast as he could, as the stairs behind him kept breaking off.
One good thing though, was that the sound of the rocks hitting the ground were really close, meaning he almost made it down, and would be fine as long as he didn't fall.
"C'mon, c'mon." Robert muttered to himself, his eyes lighting up as the ground was finally in sight, just a couple more steps away, which he leaped to avoid any accidents.
Landing on solid ground, Robert gave a sigh of relief. It would be embarrassing on the other side if he fell to his death after killing those monsters.
There were two cave entrances in front of him, the one on the right was completely dark, but the left one was where the orange lines pervading the island headed.
No need to think on which way to go at least.
Deeper he went in, hotter and more oppressive the air became, but the light at the end of the tunnel was growing closer, and finally, he entered the lair of the beast.
The entire ceiling of the cave was covered in red, luminescent crystals, casting an ominous light. While it was interesting, the reason he came here was in the middle of the cave.
Six smaller pentagrams, with a large heart floating and still beating above each one, glowing a deep, angry red, were connected to a larger pentagram, with the blood orb he had seen in his dreams floating right in the middle of it.
Right above the orb, was the creature itself, and just looking at its eyes gave Robert goosebumps, and he physically had to stop himself from shuddering.
Pure white pale scaly skin, a draconic head, with a snout, two rows of sharp teeth, two curved horns like a rams, red slits on black sclera as eyes, the creature had two sets of wings.
And it was fucking big.
Big enough to swallow Robert whole kind of big, at least thirty feet long, with fingers as long as him.
But the creature, most likely a demon if the satanic pentagrams and the still beating hearts were anything to go by, was transparent, which meant, if his gaming and and fantasy book knowledge was anything to go by, meant whomever summoned it, didn't or couldn't complete it entirely, and the demon was stuck in that form.
Probably the reason it invaded Robert's dreams, to summon him and find a way to materialize on this plane of existence.
"You entered my dreams, deprived me of sleep, and overall tried to drive me mad. So, tell me, what the fuck do you want?" Robert spat out, stabbing his sword on the ground and leaning onto it, watching the demon, just as it was observing him.
"I want you to finish the ritual and bring me forth, mortal." The demon pointed down at the orb, clenching his claw, as if feeling the victory was close.
"And why in the everliving fuck would I ever do that, ever?" Robert asked, no matter how good the deal sounded, one thing you learnt in fiction was never to trust a demon, otherwise you would get fucked in unforeseen and gruesome ways.
"You will die if you don't." The demon resorted to threats, but Robert just rolled his eyes.
"I did die once, and woke up in this body, so you're gonna have to do better than that." He said, and the demon was taken back by the frank admission, re-evaluating its choices.
"My spawn will carve through your flesh, while you are alive." It resorted to threats of torture and pain this time.
"I had my ribcage crushed once, believe me, I know pain." Not that Robert was willing to let those little bastards eat him alive.
He would kill himself after taking down as many of them as possible.
"What do you want in return for completing the ritual?" The demon seemed ready to negotiate now, seeing as its threats were futile.
"Now we are speaking. I got some questions first though." He needed to learn as much as possible now to find out how to kill the bastard.
"Ask."
"What the hell are you?" Knowing it was a demon wasn't enough, as anyone with half a brain could figure that out.
"I am Niduan, the Arch-Demon and Spawnfather of the Kalmion" The demon said, the names meant nothing to Robert, but Arch-Demon meant it was even more dangerous and Spawnfather was self-evident.
"Kalmion? You mean those little snakes with humanoid faces?" Robert asked for clarification. In his opinion those little buggers didn't deserve any other name than vermin, but whatever rocked their boat.
"They take shape similar to what they feast on" It explained, making him realize why they looked a bit different compared to Niduan.
"Ah, since they ate humans, they looked somewhat humanoid."
"Yes."
"So who had the ingenious idea to summon you?"
"A human, one of those inbred Valyrians."
"Unsurprising one of them would do something like this after centuries of fucking their sisters." He might have Valyrian blood, but that didn't mean Robert was a fan of them, though this sounded even more stupid than he expected of the sister fuckers.
"He wanted me to help him free the slaves on this island." The demon explained, and the only reason Robert even took it seriously was the sheer absurdity of it.
"A Valyrian, summoned you, to free the slaves, when their entire culture thrived on it, and dragons? Was he mad because of the inbreeding?" Robert said, gesturing to the skeletons laying on the ground, then the demon, waving his hands to mean the slaves, and then pointed back at the corpses.
"No, he appeared to be sane." The demon replied with a dry tone, not impressed by Robert's theatrics.
"Huh, go figure. Changing the subject, I assume you destroyed Valyria?" It was obvious, though not the why of it, especially if the ritual was left unfinished.
"Yes, when they discovered what was happening the humans attempted to stop the ritual, I had to use some of the offered blood to stop the humans, but there was an accident with the circle, and I ended up using more than I intended and destroyed the island." Niduan explained. It was furious upon realising what had happened, but by then there was nothing to do but wait in the hopes that another dragon would come.
"Well, what do you want from me?" That too was obvious, but again, not the why of it.
"Dragon's blood, I need enough of it to finish the ritual and bring myself to this world." The arch-demon declared, watching Robert for a reaction, which he didn't give any.
"Aerea Targaryen, a young Valyrian girl, came to this island once, about two centuries ago. Why did you attack her if you needed dragon's blood and she could have brought it to you?"
Perhaps Aerea refused, and the demon attacked, though unless she knew the secret exit, there was no way she could have escaped at all.
"I have no control over my spawn due to my current condition, they simply attacked her, and she ran away on her dragon." Plausible, but he wasn't going to take a demon's word for it.
"Still, I don't see why I should let a demon run amok in this world, it would be terrible for business." Really, the comic book logic, or the lack of it, was really something. What use is all the wealth in the world if the world is gone?
"There must be something you desire, something I can give you. Riches, immortality, means to seduce the females of your kind, name it and it is yours." The demon offered, and while someone with a weak will might have accepted, it was practically worthless to Robert.
There were hundreds of beautiful women all lined up wanting to marry him and he was rich. As for immortality, well, life is valuable, because it ends.
"Well, I want to be the richest person in this world, but I fail to see how you are going to do that." Still, he did want to be richer, as you could never have too much gold.
"My powers are many, if you help me finish this accursed ritual, I will drown you in a mountain of gold." Niduan usually would have read the human's mind to find out, but it couldn't use more of his powers without further depleting the blood orb, and trying to sense any duplicity from the human was impossible, as his soul was different in a way he had never seen before.
"That does sound appealing, but not so much if your spawn starts eating every human they see. That would make gold worthless." Robert shrugged, he sounded interested in the deal, but still had his worries as well.
"I don't intend to let my spawn consume as they wish, otherwise they would exhaust the flesh in this world very quickly. Rather, I wish to have the undesirables of your kind, and in return, I will keep my spawn in check." For a while at least, before their numbers were sufficient and the Kalmion consumed this world, before moving to the next.
"You are awfully considerate."
"Most of my kind do not consider anything beyond their base desires, and always fail as a result, and I did not rise to this position and strength by acting like them." Niduan told the truth, just not all of it, as it too had desires, but knew how to control them, at least until the objectives were achieved.
Then there would be no reason to hold back.
"Well, I will need a way to get out of this cave and to the surface to get the blood, since the stairs are out of commission." Hopefully the demon knew an exit, otherwise climbing out was going to be a bitch.
"There is a secret door at the end of the other cave, there should be a secret exit the Valyrian had for emergencies."
"One flask full of dragon blood coming right up." Robert said, turning back to head the other way, thinking how nice this demon was.
"Good." The demon sounded pleased, but kept its sinister chuckle back.
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In the next chapter:
A desk stood at the corner, and Robert went to rummage through it, to see if there was anything important. Rotting parchments with illegible writings, quills, dried ink bottles and a candle stood on top, and he checked the drawers. The one at the right had some more writing supplies, the middle, larger drawer had a well preserved book written in Valyrian, and at the left there was another leather bound book.
Robert opened it and was taken back by what he saw, bringing the torch closer to make sure it wasn't the shadows playing games on him. He turned the pages gently to avoid damaging the diary, only to see he wasn't mistaken at all.
The diary was…
Shaking his head, Robert took the diary with him, as well as the other book since he believed it was important as well.
Curious about the next chapter? Please consider supporting me in Patreon.
Notes: Now, why would a Valyrian summon a demon to end the slavery?
We will see. Also it is easy to see what inspired the demon's name, and no, I don't have any plans for more of its kin - Kalmion, which I have made up, because can't have a demon call its spawn ugly bastards- to show up outside Valyria.