Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World ( Robert Baratheon OC SI AU)

[Samael61]

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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

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Thank you in advance.

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Stormlands

Robert did not know what he was going to face at Valyria exactly, but he was going to face it, no matter what.

His journey would be in two steps, first he was going to land and camp at an uninhabited island off the coast of Volantis, and then make his way to the ruins of Valyria .

Flying over the Stepstones, Robert examined the destruction he had wrought on the islands. No ships were in sight, a sure sign that his cleaning was thorough enough to scare any more advances by the pirates, and Free Cities.

Other matters were on his mind though. Robert wondered what the creature wanted from him, though it was obviously tied to the dragons, but he couldn't begin to guess the details. He had actually considered searching the Free Cities for any information, hell, even Asshai if he had to, but less people knew about why Robert was suddenly interested in Valyria would mean lower chances of someone discovering he was haunted in his dreams.

Wouldn't do if people started to claim he was going mad, especially the Targaryens as Robert had no doubt they would advertise it as a proof of how they were the only ones capable of controlling dragons.

He would do it after all.

Robert wanted to say goodbye to his family, but the simple truth is, he was afraid of telling them, knowing they would try to stop him. Maybe it was cowardice, just leaving a letter instead of saying proper goodbyes but he could only hope to return safe and sound.

He couldn't help but think of Asgard, and what would become of it if he did not return. He had no children to entrust the developing city to, nor had he appointed an heir, besides the letter. Would his family continue its construction, or would it fade into obscurity?

Robert wanted Asgard to be the City of Tomorrow of this world, a place of innovation and scientific advancement to uplift this world from its current situation, but life had other plans for him.

Now, he was flying towards the ruins of a dead and cursed city, where there was a good chance he would meet death.

The thought of death did not scare him, in fact, if he were ever to die, both sides of him wanted to go out in a blaze of glory, though not necessarily in the same agonizing manners as Princess Aerea.

There were still a lot of things he wanted to do before dying of course, a sort of a bucket list.

He wanted to recruit the giants, because who wouldn't want a private army of at least ten foot tall creatures capable of batting a human aside like a toy?

Robert also wanted to go and mock Cersei, because he was petty enough to avenge himself even though she technically did not do anything.

Then there was Bloodraven, he wanted to kill that bastard for spying on him. Even in Asgard the bastard did not leave him alone and Robert dearly wished to make the Targaryen regret ever crossing him, and find Darksister while he was there.

He also wanted to neutralize the Ironborn, whether by changing their ways or annihilating them, because Robert didn't want to let that crazy cunt Euron start the fucking apocalypse because he was bored.

Not to mention the damn White Walkers, because if Euron did not, they would bring the end of this world.

For all that Robert thought of this world as a low fantasy one with magic being rare, it was in fact mostly the Seven Kingdoms itself, as the rest of the world seemed to have an abundance of it.

Red priests of R'hllor, Shadowbinders of Asshai, skinchangers and wargs in North and beyond the wall, that island with the fish people.

Damn it, he should have killed Melisandre, who knows what damage she could do if the red bitch targeted Stannis or Renly, or one of the Targaryens?

He wanted to help Jon clear out the Mountain Clans, make sure Stannis and Delena were happy, Renly did not become someone's pawn, Tywin didn't get to run amok as he wanted, enjoy tormenting Rhaegar and Lyanna and a ton of other enjoyable activities.

A fury welled up inside him. He died once, only to find life again, and now a monster wanted to take it away?

Robert gripped the reins tighter, scowling to himself. If that monster wanted him dead, it was going to have to work for it.

Deciding to formulate a plan with what he knew, Robert reviewed everything he had learned from Tyrion's report.

Creatures with human faces and snakes with hands coming out of someone's skin meant they probably used her as a host to grow, just like some bugs were known to implant their eggs into other animals.

Which meant whatever the creature was, it could be a sort of parasite, one meant to grow inside the body of a human, and perhaps requiring one with Valyrian blood due to all that blood magic. He had no idea how large they could grow, but if they needed sustenance, then Robert didn't think there would be any left on Valyria after the Doom killed every living creature.

If they did not, the entire city could be crawling with them for all he knew, and since they were creatures of fire, dragons did not seem like a possible solution.

Grand Maester Benifer's records said the largest creature was the size of his arm, easily disposable by sword and hammer, depending on their numbers. After all, even ants could kill something far bigger than them if they came together, though seeing as Princess Aerea somehow managed to escape there was a chance they weren't too numerous.

Origins of the creature, well he had no idea, but it could talk and use magic, so it wasn't some mindless monster that got out of control. A possible connection to the Firewyrms was there, but in what way or shape, Robert had no way of knowing.

Valyrians using blood magic to create a human dragon hybrid creature was possible as he had considered previously, but unless they were completely and utterly mad, he didn't see the point in those slimy creatures, not unless they were some sort of a mistake or a side effect.

A reconnaissance was in order first, he would fly over the city to see the situation, and if it was safe to land with dragons, or would it be better to continue on foot. If the city was teeming with them, any of these creatures getting near his dragons could have catastrophic consequences as they would have a flight capable carrier and who knows how much their infection could possibly spread.

Depending on his findings, he would have to approach wherever that creature was exactly, and then it would most likely end in a fight because Robert did not see any other ending to this.

Robert would prefer to use his hammer, but Nightblood had magical effects, and would be better suited to dealing with unarmored enemies outnumbering him, so he would have to leave his beloved hammer behind.

He had a bow, and was a better shot than the original, but again, they were ordinary metal tips, so Robert was unsure of how effective they would be.

At any rate, even if he could not kill the creature by himself, he could always come back with an army at his back after escaping, though the Smoking Sea presented an issue on that front.

He could bring ships to the edge of the cursed sea, and carry men to the ruins with the dragons.

Fighting an enemy you knew nothing about was folly, as such information, no matter the outcome here, would be vital.

Killing the creature though….

It would mean he would have Valyria, along with all its riches and secrets, provided the Doom did not just eradicate everything, but if Euron could find a whole Valyrian Steel armor, Robert wagered he could find more.

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Island on the Shore of Volantis

Hours later, as the sun began to set and he approached the island, Robert felt trepidation.

He had a date with destiny tomorrow.

Offloading the saddles on the dragons, and sending them off to hunt, he began to set up camp. He had learned it from Elbert and Jon at Vale, he and Ned setting camp together, enjoying the campfire, singing and being merry.

All coming to an end at Harrenhal when Ned pulled a sword on him to stop Robert from killing Rhaegar. Someone had knocked him out while he was shocked by betrayal - Arthur Dayne he later learned- and before he knew what was happening he was shipped off to the Free Cities.

The Earth side of him didn't really care about the Starks and the Targaryens, but the Planetos side of him was seething with fury. Eventually, as both sides began to merge, he just found them irritating.

Starks, Targaryens, Lannisters, even the Tullys because of Lysa and Hoster, he just stopped wasting his time on them.

Tent was ready, and as the dragons were still out, Robert found some logs and started a campfire, pulling out his canteen, he began to munch on bread and beef jerky, shaking the thoughts of these houses away.

Finishing his dinner and cleaning up, Robert went to prepare his sleeping bag, and his dragons landed near him, licking their snouts, evidently satisfied with their food.

With his tent in the center, he and the dragons went to sleep, though it did not come easy to Robert.

He could hear the dragons snoring outside, and while he was used to the sound enough to sleep through it, the anticipation of tomorrow left him unable to sleep. Deciding he needed to calm himself, Robert went and took the bottle of wine back to the tent. After an hour and an empty bottle later, he finally closed his eyes.

No dreams bothered him that night.

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Robert woke up with the sun, a slight headache bothering him. Yawning, he went to drink water, and the dragons slowly rose from their sleep upon hearing him.

He didn't feel like having breakfast, and broke camp, and saddled the dragons with the luggage again, feeling as ready as he could be.

Mounting Obelisk, Robert took a deep breath, and they were on air once more. He would head to Valyria from the sea, to avoid prying eyes. The flight wasn't long and after a couple of hours Robert saw the Smoking Sea in the distance, covering the ruins of Valyria like a veil.

As it grew ever closer, so did the unease in his heart.

He stopped at the edge of the Smoking Sea, waiting. The sea appeared to be fluctuating, but Robert wasn't sure if it was actually happening, or just an optical illusion. He had his answer soon, as the white smoke began to disappear right before his eyes.

The dragons growled, unnerved by the magic in the air. The smoke kept receding slowly, revealing the sea at first, and then Valyria itself.

Robert didn't remember the details of the doom, but he knew it was extremely destructive so he couldn't help but be surprised at what he saw.

Valyria was intact, relatively, there were destroyed buildings but also just as many standing ones, scorched and damaged, yet still standing.

Light, red veins glowed everywhere, on the roads, buildings and there was no vegetation in sight. He urged Obelisk forward, slow and cautious, approaching the land of the dragonlords of the past.

Towers and spires of marble decorated with dragon statues and motifs covered in soot and ash stood tall, a testament to the nature of the magic used to build them. Robert circled at the edge of the city for a bit, but he saw no movement. He didn't let his guard down though, and advanced on the city, ready to abort this task if he saw something he couldn't handle by himself.

"COME TO ME" the infernal voice was back, punctuated by all the red veins glowing brighter.

Robert sniffed, seeing as they were heading towards a tower on the other side of the city, and with all those downed buildings, it seemed to be the epicenter of whatever the fuck this was.

He would land as close as he could, but with how fragile the buildings looked, Robert couldn't afford to bring his dragons too close.

It was time.

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Next chapter:
A corpse, one that was of brown, dried out skin and bones burst through the door, mouth open in a mockery of a scream, and a white, slimy reptilian with the parody of a human face lashed at him like the tongue of a Xenomorph, screeching. Robert swung Nightblood, cutting the slimy abomination and the zombie's head in half. It fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, and both halves of the creature squirmed on the ground before going still.

Robert took a step back as the corpse's stomach bulged and contracted, bursting open with a stench so vile he almost puked. He was no stranger to bad smells, he was covered in the guts of his enemies, and had burned many men alive, yet this stench was thousand times worse than all of them combined.

Good thing he avoided breakfast.

Inside of the corpse was black and oozing sickly coloured liquids, and dozens of these creatures, far smaller than the one he killed slithered out of the corpse, some even had hands and were crawling towards him. Most died after a couple of seconds, most likely not grown enough, but some did come closer and Robert stabbed and cut through the disgusting creatures with his sword.
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[Samael61]

Hello there,

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 five chapters ahead.

Thank you in advance.

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Valyria

Robert landed the dragons on a square a mile away from the tower and checked the area. The dragons were restless, as expected, and so was he, but there was no movement he could hear around them.

In fact it was too silent, he thought, even for a city with nothing living left in it; hell, there wasn't even any wind.

Robert dismounted, unsheathing his sword, and told the dragons to stay. Obelisk put his massive head in front of him to stop Robert, followed by his brothers.

"I know you are worried, boys, but I will be fine." He scratched their heads and chins to soothe them. Taking a deep breath, Robert began to walk, scanning his surroundings. The eerie silence was unnerving, but he kept calm.

The buildings got more and more damaged as he walked towards the tower in the distance. Roads were uneven, with potholes and uneven parts caused by the time and the Doom.

Making his way past what appeared to be a blacksmith, Robert stopped as he heard the sound of metal hitting the ground. He slowly turned his head to the right, tense with his sword at the ready.

He approached slowly, waiting to see if anything would come out, or was it just his nerves? Unwilling to take a chance, Robert raised his foot to kick the blackened door open before something beat him to it.

A corpse, one that was of brown, dried-out skin and bones, burst through the door, mouth open in a mockery of a scream, and a white, slimy reptilian with the parody of a human face lashed at him like the tongue of a Xenomorph, screeching. Robert swung Nightblood, cutting the slimy abomination and the zombie's head in half. It fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, and both halves of the creature squirmed on the ground before going still.

Robert took a step back as the corpse's stomach bulged and contracted, bursting open with a stench so vile he almost puked. He was no stranger to bad smells; he was covered in the guts of his enemies and had burned many men alive, yet this stench was a thousand times worse than all of them combined.

Good thing he avoided breakfast.

The inside of the corpse was black and oozing sickly colored liquids, and dozens of these creatures, far smaller than the one he killed, slithered out of the corpse; some even had hands and were crawling towards him. Most died after a couple of seconds, most likely not grown enough, but some did come closer, and Robert stabbed and cut through the disgusting creatures with his sword.

What the fuck?" he thought, stepping far away from the corpse.

He was right in that they used human bodies to grow like parasites, but the knowledge brought him no closure.

He wouldn't wish this on his worst enemy.

Staying away from the corpse, he continued to the tower, wondering what the dragonlords did to fuck up so disastrously.

Robert moved even slower now, checking every building, nook, and cranny to avoid being swarmed by these creatures, because if one existed, more of them probably did as well.

It was like a magical zombie apocalypse survival mission; one mistake and a horde would be chasing him to death. Speaking of death, Grand Maester Benifer's records said they died in ice water, so perhaps he could draw them to a water source in case he was outnumbered too much to kill them all.

Stopping before a tower several stories high, Robert decided to go up to check the area from high ground and make some noise to see if he could draw out any zombies.

The metal door was rusted and took a bit of effort to push open. The inside was luxurious, which meant this tower used to belong to someone rich and influential.

White marble, decorated with depictions of dragons and Valyrians inlaid on the walls with gold and valuable gems, it was a monument to the vast riches the Dragonlords of old had acquired.

The second floor was just as lavish, and if Robert managed to clear the island, he was going to remove everything of value from here, even if he had to scrape the gold out with a chisel himself.

The third floor was a library, and it was well maintained, and while some of the books were damaged, the Valyrians seemed to take extra care to ensure no fire reached the room. At least those sisterfuckers understood the value of knowledge books could carry.

The fourth floor was where he found the family who owned the tower. They had died while seated around a table with golden plates, utensils, and gem-like glasses covered in dust. There were four of them, two adults and two children, though telling the genders was impossible.

There were also other people around the room, though from the chains around their necks, Robert would wager they were slaves. He knew Valyrians enslaved people to work in their mines, but they seemed to use them as servants too.

He watched the corpses from the door, wondering if they would move like the one he encountered earlier did, and wasn't disappointed. Slowly, the one sitting at the head of the table—the lord himself—raised his head, bones scraping on wood as the rest of the family and the slaves started to slowly rise as well.

Not that Robert was going to give them the chance. He attacked before the lord of the tower could get up from his chair, holding his breath as he split the head in half again, with the same creatures bursting out of the Valyrian's skull. The children and the other adult were next. He took the head of who he assumed was their mother and stabbed through the heads of the child-sized zombies, skewering both with a single thrust.

The rest of the zombies, with the chains around their necks, were having a hard time getting up, and Robert put them out of their misery quickly.

Knowing what was going to happen next, Robert raised the heavy table from one end and crushed the corpses of the Dragonlord family, ensuring those slimy abominations could not get to him.

The rest of the corpses, he simply threw out of the broken window, dragging them forward with Nightblood.

Robert made his way up and stopped, holding his breath and taking several gulps of air.

Fucking magic snake zombies.

The rest of the floors included a living place, a study, an entire playground for the children, and what he assumed was a place they used to practice blood magic on the slaves, if the corpse tied to the floor with weird glyphs around it was anything to go by.

He finally made it to the top of the tower and went to the balcony.

There were no zombies in sight, so he took several of the broken pieces of rock and threw them down. At first nothing happened, but after a while, the undead began to pour out of the houses, converging on the sound. The creatures poured out of the orifices of the corpses, most likely searching for the source.

Too many for him to even think of taking on by himself, Robert began to plan.

He could go and get the dragons to burn them down, but whatever hellish magic was responsible for their creation made Benifer describe them as creatures of heat and fire, and if they proved to be resistant to dragon fire, he would just destroy the bodies and scatter thousands of these little buggers all over the place, making the already precarious situation worse. So an alternative method would serve him better.

One of the towers straight ahead, smaller than this one, was leaning forward due to an eruption having taken a quarter of its foundation. If he could damage it enough, it would fall straight on the undead, crushing them and the creatures inside the walking corpses.

How was the issue?

He either had to destroy more of the tower for it to fall, which wasn't a good idea, or he could put something heavy at the top.

Robert happened to have three of them.

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Making his way back to the dragons was hard; those bastards responded to every single sound, and a six-and-a-half-foot man wearing full plate armor was by no means subtle.

Tying rags he found around his feet to muffle his steps, Robert walked between buildings to avoid the creatures, which meant he had to be extra careful because there were a lot of places one of them could jump out.

Which happened when one of them showed its head out of the window right in front of him just as he was passing through a narrow road between the buildings to avoid a large group. It didn't notice him at first, as it was looking forward, but very quickly turned around, somehow sensing Robert.

Knowing he didn't have the necessary motion range to utilize Nightblood, Robert pulled out his hunting knife from his belt and stabbed the slimy bastard in its ugly face, nailing it to the corpse it was using as a host.

Squirming but unable to screech, the creature died, and the corpse became still, and he just pushed it inside the building again, continuing his way.

The dragons were waiting and rushed at Robert, happy to see their father. Quickly mounting Obelisk, he headed to the leaning tower. Blasting fire towards their general direction to draw attention, Robert gathered the other three groups with the one near the tower.

They had followed like moths drawn to light.

Flying above the tower, he watched as the walking dead swarmed the tower to reach him. He waited for more of them to gather, and once satisfied with the numbers, he landed Obelisk on top of the tower, followed by his brothers, Ra and Slifer. Each dragon caused the tower to lean forward, and it completely went down when Slifer landed at last.

Robert quickly pulled the reins up as the tower came crashing down on the horde of undead, kicking up a cloud of dust. Robert did not land the dragons until the dust settled and he could see how many were dead.

It took some time, and the noise drew more of those creatures, but there were noticeably fewer of them.

When the dust settled, Robert was glad for the dragons once more. Hundreds that were either inside the tower or were directly under it were crushed to pulp, and the rest were thrown away due to the impact.

He killed a great number of them with that stunt, but there wasn't any other tower around for him to drop on them, and there were still too many for him to take on.

If he couldn't kill them, then perhaps he could keep them contained somewhere. Searching for a suitable place through the whole city, gathering more of them as he did.

He found something even better. A bridge was damaged in the middle when one part of it had sunk to the ground. Looking from the safe side, it didn't appear to be broken due to the angle, not until you made it to the very end. Deciding to further damage it with dragon fire, Obelisk descended, standing just a bit above the sunken side.

No matter how smart these bastards were, he and the dragons made too enticing a target to pass.

He watched with narrowed eyes as they approached, thinking Robert was right in front of them; the slimy, snappy bastards charged.

And went straight into the water.

"Come on, you ugly bastards, come and get me." Robert screamed, smirking as the corpses in the water eventually stopped moving, with hundreds of those parasites floating to the surface.

Too bad he didn't have a water dragon or something; this could have been a lot easier.

Which was when Murphy decided to strike, as the last group, a small number compared to the ones that died in the water, stopped steps away from their doom, hissing and squealing at him.

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In the next chapter
Robert watched as the remaining parasites, for whatever reason did not fall for his trap, standing at the edge of the broken bridge, and refusing to attack him, as if smart enough to be aware of the trap.

Taking his bow, Robert notched an arrow and fired, nailing one of the bastards right in its slimy little head, skills honed after countless hours of training showing themselves.

With the first one dead, the rest of the monsters ran.

Peculiar.

Robert followed on dragonback, and for creatures of literal skin and bone controlled by a parasite, they were surprisingly fast. All of them headed in the same direction, which made him suspicious.

Either they were smart enough to escape but not enough to scatter, or they were luring him somewhere.

The latter was objectively worse, because that meant there was something out there capable of killing a dragon, but what?
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[Samael61]

Hello there,

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 five chapters ahead.

Thank you in advance.

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Valyria

Robert watched as the remaining parasites, for whatever reason did not fall for his trap, standing at the edge of the broken bridge, and refusing to attack him, as if smart enough to be aware of the trap.

Taking his bow, Robert notched an arrow and fired, nailing one of the bastards right in its slimy little head, skills honed after countless hours of training showing themselves.

With the first one dead, the rest of the monsters ran.

Peculiar.

Robert followed on dragonback, and for creatures of literal skin and bone controlled by a parasite, they were surprisingly fast. All of them headed in the same direction, which made him suspicious.

Either they were smart enough to escape but not enough to scatter, or they were luring him somewhere.

The latter was objectively worse, because that meant there was something out there capable of killing a dragon, but what?

He wasn't going to find out, and increased the altitude, following the walking dead from higher up.

Through the streets and rubble, the monsters kept running with Robert on their tail. The chase came to an end when the zombies entered a half collapsed building, disappearing from his sight. The dragons growled, sensing something.

"Ignis" Robert ordered, and the dragons let loose, three torrents of inferno covering the building.

Glass cracked from the heat, exploding to tinier bits, the wood, already charred long ago, began to burn once again.

A roar shook the building, so loud and powerful the flames flickered before something came bursting out of the collapsing building, smashing through the wall.

It was humanoid, with a pale, smooth body, similar to the creatures he had killed so far, and was at least eight feet long, with arms and legs as thick as a man's torso and claws that looked like they could shred a human to a confetti.

Its face reminded him a bit of Voldemort, no nose and no lips, and the back of its skull was swollen like a water balloon. Two horns, one shorter than the other, the monster had sickly yellow eyes with slits, two rows of crooked teeth that would give any dentist nightmares, and wings, though they were too small to allow the creature to fly.

The dragons, without waiting for orders, unleashed their flames once more, targeting the monster. It disappeared beneath the flames, only a faint silhouette visible, its hissing muted by the fire.

Robert didn't attempt to stop them, wondering what will, if anything, happen to the creature. The trio continued for minutes, as if the creature had personally offended them.

When they stopped though, the ground had turned to molten lava, with the monster sinking a couple of inches into it, but otherwise it was unharmed, meaning dragons weren't going to do anything from range, and he wasn't going to let them get closer to the monster.

Ripping its feet out of the rapidly cooling molten stone, the monster took a rock from the rubble Robert's size, throwing it fast enough he knew would knock Obelisk right out of the sky.

He had, upon seeing the creature rush to the rubble, ordered the dragons higher up, causing the rock to miss, but not by much.

Hissing in anger, the creature leaped, using its sharp claws to stick itself to a building and began to climb, attempting to reach a higher ground, and Robert pulled dragons back in retaliation.

Ripping a chimney off the roof, the monster threw it, its muscles bulging, but missed again, and the projectile crashed through another building.

Robert was going to handle it himself, because heading to the tower with this monster around would mean one more deadly enemy he would have to deal with later.

Landing away from the monster, Robert took his sword, sent the dragons up and made his way to where the monster was. Every dozen feet or so, Robert stopped to listen for any sign of the creature

And he wasn't disappointed, hearing the rumble of something heavy running, Robert took a couple steps back, and watched as the creature barreled through the walls shoulder first, sliding on the ground as it tried to stop.

Roaring, it charged at Robert, arms wide open to catch him, drooling. Robert ran at the creature, and slid between its legs when the monster closed its arms. Turning back, he brought Nightblood down, but the creature raised its arms to block. The sword left a deep gash, and a pale, steaming liquid sprayed out, and Robert quickly backpedalled to avoid it.

Screaming in pain, it clutched the wound, and before his eyes, it began to mend, leaving only the cooling blood as the only evidence there ever was a wound. It charged right again, and Robert began to contemplate.

He needed to go for the head, as he doubted the creature could heal without a head.

Rolling to the right, the lord of Asgard let the creature slam through another wall, but swift enough to not give an opportunity, it turned back and attacked again, and again. It turned to a dodge game quickly, with Robert trying to tire the creature out.

Frustrated, the creature changed tactics, picking up a large piece of wood, it swung the improvised weapon wildly, trying to whack Robert to death. Backing up at each attack, he waited for an opportunity.

It came when the creature brought the piece of wood down, missing Robert. Leaping forward, Robert ran up the creature's arm, and aimed for the neck, but the creature, sensing the danger, ducked, and the sword cut through eye instead, half lodged in its skull.

A deafening wail left its mouth, and it threw Robert away, arms flailing wildly as the bastard's claws grasped its face, trying to stem the blood loss.

Falling on his face, Robert jumped to his feet, rushing at the monster to utilize the opportunity.

He swung Nightblood to meet the creature's claw as it headed towards him, slower than usual.

Sharp Valyrian Steel met the palm of the monster's hand, slicing through the pale flesh, causing blood to gush again. Squealing, it swung with the arm grasping its face, and Robert ducked, this time going for the foot.

Nightblood severed the creature's leg by the ankle, sending it on the ground. Aiming for the head to finish the fight, Robert was forced back when the creature released a wave of heat.

He felt like needles were stabbing his face, and just like when you think a video game boss is down but it fills its health bar instead, the monster's hand and feet regenerated.

From its chest, red, angry lines, similar to the ones covering the city, began to spread, and the creature rose, eyes glowing with hatred.

Cursing his luck, Robert turned and did a tactical withdrawal to reassess the situation. Whatever it did, seemed like a power up if the heat radiating from the pale body was any indication.

For a creature eight feet tall, it was fast, faster than Robert in fact, but not as agile. Veering right, he entered an alley, and the creature tried to slow down to follow, its size and weight, making it a challenge as the pale monster sled on the ground, before turning back and charging right at Robert.

He turned left, entering a narrow road between the buildings, for the creature anyway, who had to walk sideways to chase him.

At the end, Robert turned right again, and his pursuer slammed through the last section of the walls, angry. Making for the broken and uneven road with the fissure in the middle, he watched as the creature stumbled through, its massive frame becoming a disadvantage in this rough terrain.

Entering a house and shutting the door behind him before moving to the right, the creature rammed through the rotting piece of wood and the wall at the other side of the room. Robert went back the way he came, the creature hot on his trail, stumbling through the road again.

He kept running to the end of the road, approaching the wall built to stop anyone from falling down the short cliff. It wouldn't kill a man, but would definitely break something. Standing before it, Robert turned to the creature and dodged at the last second, letting it break through the wall and fall.

Watching through the hole, he could see that the bruises it just earned from hitting ground healed, and the monster prepared to jump, but Robert didn't stay to find out if it could make the jump in a single leap.

He made it across the street, jumping over the fissure, just as the creature came running out between the buildings.

The chase continued, with Robert making wild and random turns, throwing the creature off and causing it to slow down, while it smashed through buildings, statues and walls to kill him.

Right now, this was a fight of endurance, to see who would last longer, and he could do this all day. It was quite fun actually, adrenaline pumping, lungs and legs burning from the exertion, knowing that he was fighting for his life.

You're never more alive, than when you are close to death, and right now, Robert could feel its hot grip right around his neck, one mistake away from taking his life.

He wasn't going to give it that chance.

The monster of Valyria rammed through a barely standing building, causing the structure to come crashing down.

Robert waited to see if it would rise, and the monster burst through the rubble, locking on him again. He met the monster's charge, sword at the ready.

Rearing back its claw, it slashed in a flurry of attacks, and Robert was back to dodging. It was tired though, breath laboured and its wild slashes were getting slower.

It slashed with its right arm, and Robert, pivoting on one foot, and crouching as he did, slicing through the knee, while the monster's claws missed, and turned around, an upwards slash severing the left arm at the elbow. The creature, in agony, tried to stabilize itself on one foot, right arm flailing around, and Robert stabbed Nightblood right at where the heart of a human would be, and where the power up originated from.

The monster went still, choking, and the red glow started to fade, before it slid off the Valyrian Steel sword, and fell on its back, looking at him with hatred and fear.

"Don't be sad now, you tried your best, it's just your best wasn't enough" Robert mocked the creature, swinging his sword with all his strength and taking its head off.

Groaning from just how tired he was, Robert hoped this was the only one of its kind, otherwise this was going to take too long.

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Hungry, Robert called the dragons down to eat something. Beef jerky, water and bread was his lunch, and he used the time to contemplate on what the fuck that thing was.

Most likely, it was what the small abominations became when they grew up, nesting inside humans, feeding and eventually controlling their corpses to spread. The creature appeared to be malformed, though he didn't know the exact reason, as there were several possibilities.

It was possible that the eruption and the Smoking Sea killed the Valyrians, leaving only the corpses for the creatures, which might have affected their growth.

Or maybe that's just what they looked like. He wasn't an expert on monsters after all.

It couldn't talk, or didn't want to talk to him, but it was intelligent enough to feel fear, and change tactics and the fact that the smaller creatures lured Robert to it meant either they could communicate, or they just thought the monster could kill him.

The answer wouldn't come while he was sitting down.

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Robert stood before the tower, ready to face the creature inside, and hopefully, make sure it ended like the previous ones, dead and no longer a threat.

The door, which appeared to be of Valyrian Steel, was warped and twisted, and it did not bode well for him, because something capable of this wasn't going to be an easy opponent.

He stepped inside.

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In the next chapter:
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.

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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,

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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.

 

[Samael61]

Hello there,

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.

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Valyria

"Drown me in a mountain of gold? Damn two talking, dream invading, zombie making, human eating ugly fucking bastard. He thinks he can con me? I am so going to make that overgrown snake regret it." Robert muttered to himself as he moved through the damp and dark tunnel to outside, hopefully.

He had a lot of questions, like why the fuck did that Valyrian wanted to end slavery, much less summon a fucking Archdemon to do it?

Letting it be was one choice, but eventually someone else with dragons would arrive at Valyria, and chances are, they would actually believe the fugly bastard down in that hole, and then this world truly would be fucked, not to mention the demon would just keep appearing in his dreams without a doubt.

So Robert had no choice but to deal with it now, and he had just the idea for it.

Walking in complete darkness with only a torch tends to make a person lose their sense of time, but it came to an end when he reached a wooden door, half rotten, half burned, and easily went down with a kick.

Air inside was stale and dusty due to lack of proper ventilation, and another door, which seemed to be opened with force, was at the other end of the room .

There were corpses laying on the ground, one had lost his head, most likely executed with how smooth the cut on the decaying bone was. The others, he couldn't tell why they had died, but he could see the skeletons weren't infected with the spawn of that demon after kicking their Valyrian Steel armors to check.

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.

He wanted to read the diary, but there was an Archdemon he had to slay, and the Lord of Asgard would definitely get lost in the pages, wasting valuable time.

Stairs, stretching on for a really long distance - long enough he couldn't see the end of it with the torch alone- greeted him at the other end, and sighing in resignation, Robert began to climb, measuring each step.

For some time, the stairs didn't seem to have an end, making him wonder how the heck did the Valyrian climb these stairs each day, but eventually Robert saw sunlight peeking through the door at the exit, and hurried up, climbing the stairs three at a time.

Giving his eyes a couple of seconds to get used to the sunlight again, Robert found himself in a living room, with nary a corpse laying around.

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Naduin was confused about the human. He had no holy protection, no sorcery concealing his true intentions, no innate or acquired power of any kind.

Yet he could not read the mortal's soul to lay his deepest desires bare and unfold his thoughts before the might of an Archdemon. It was as if his soul was covered by the remnants of another soul, creating a void he couldn't pierce through.

Even invading his dreams took a ridiculous amount of effort than it did against that Valyrian girl, who at least had a sliver of magic in her blood.

His comment about dying before and waking up in his current body did not escape Naduin's notice. Magic to take over a body did exist, and wasn't particularly rare, but finding a suitable host wasn't that easy, and the Archdemon doubted the human was a sorcerer, as he had no magic, meaning it was most likely an outside intervention.

Which meant the original soul was stuck in the body and was slowly merged with the invading soul, leaving behind a husk.

How that happened, Naduin had no idea, but if the opportunity presented itself, he would search for an answer.

At least he appeared to be greedy for gold and riches, the worthless shiny trinkets they were.

Those types of mortals were fun.

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Calling his dragons after making it out of the house, Robert searched through the saddlebag, and grinned when he found what he was looking for.

That fucker was going to regret messing with him.

Now, he just needed to go down those damn stairs again.

Ugh.

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The mortal slowly walked into the cave, holding a bag over his shoulder, grumbling about the stairs.

"Well, do you have it?" Naduin asked as the human slowly approached the blood orb meant to power the creation of his body on this plane of existence.

He couldn't sense any magic from the bag, but chalked it up to the human's soul acting as a veil.

"Boy, do I. You're gonna love it." He said, taking a bottle that clearly didn't contain dragon blood, and dumped the clear liquid on the orb before Naduin could stop him.

A burning sensation flared from where his heart would be, and the cave shook as the Archdemon screamed in agony. The hearts started beating faster, emitting a sickly green light, as did the blood orb.

"You bastard, do you have any idea how many D&D sessions and video games I played, or how many fantasy books I read? That double talk about burying me under gold isn't going to work, but I bet the rubbing alcohol is going to fuck this satanic ritual up. Enjoy, chucklenuts." The mortal said, grinning impishly.

"YOUUU!!!" Naduin screamed, as a fresh wave of pain bloomed across his body, causing the cave to shake more, and a stalactite fell near the human, who flashed his thumbs up at the Archdemon, and ran.

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Robert bolted to the exit at full speed. Hopefully, this ritual would be destroyed and send the fucker back to whatever hell it crawled out from, as blood and isoprophy alcohol did not get along well.

Bursting through the doors, Robert climbed the stairs as fast as he could, and the tremors weren't making things any easier. Making it back to the house, Robert barely stopped himself as a slab of rock fell right in front of him, followed by others as the earthquake the demon caused was bringing the building down.

He threw himself out of the window just in time as the already weakened structure came down, followed by others across the district.

Running to an open place to call his dragons down and leave, at least until the tremors ceased, Robert stopped as the shaking stopped abruptly. Watching the tower for any signs of the demon, a small smile spread across his face after nothing happened for a good while, and the Lord of Asgard began to do a celebratory dance.

Which halted mid way when, with a roar that startled him, the Arch-Demon burst out of the tower, sending rock flying everywhere. Slowly turning around with his smile transforming to a look of resignation, Robert watched as the demon walked out of the ruins of the tower, fell on one knee, and visibly shrunk.

Rather than the thirty feet long nightmare, it had at least shrunk to half size, and lost two of its wings, the remaining appendages too weak to allow flight. It coughed out black smoke after breathing fire for a couple of seconds.

More than just affecting its size, the alcohol seemed to have weakened it.

Furious, it slammed a fist on the standing parts of the tower, wrecking the tower entirely.

"You will die for this, mortal filth." The demon roared, pushing itself up, as the predatory irises landed on his location.

Well, Robert never imagined slaying a demon, besides when he was playing video games, but since the opportunity had presented itself, he wasn't going to pass it.

That and, who knew what kind of trouble that bastard would cause?

Jogging towards the fifteen foot tall demon, who was heading towards him anyway, Robert prepared for the fight of his life.

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Naduin stomped on the ground, trying to crush the human like the bug he was, but this decaying body was slow and every time the Archdemon tried to use his magic, it further shortened his time on this plane. He could annihilate the human, and the island entirely with a snap of his fingers, but since the ritual was botched the body he was inhabiting would turn to dust if even a sliver of the might he possessed was channeled.

The Spawnfather of Kalmion might have lost, but he was taking that mortal with him for an eternity of agony.

Said human dodged to the left and stabbed Naduin's foot, causing an excruciating pain to spread. If he had his real body, the weapon wouldn't even leave a scratch, but now, the barely magical sword had hurt him.

Grasping the edge of a roof, he ripped chunks of stone and sent them raining towards the human, who ran between the Archdemon's legs to avoid the projectiles.

Bringing his tail down to crush the mortal, Naduin stumbled forward, letting out a wail when the human managed to roll out of the way and cut the tip of his tail off, resulting in pale green, scorching hot blood gushing out of the wound.

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Robert, after cutting the demon's tail off, decided to go for the head, and avoiding the boiling blood, jumped on the tail, using the spiky parts to climb up while the demon tried to shake him off. Holding on for dear life with his sword strapped to his back, Robert continued to climb, coming half way up before boils began to appear on the demon's back, and to his annoyance, more of its spawn burst out of the liquid-filled sacks, coming to defend their creator. Deciding to hell with it, Robert jumped at the demon's leg, pulling his sword mid air and stabbed.

The sharp, Valyrian Steel sword plunged deep into the Archdemon's flesh, and Robert's weight began to pull the sword down, slicing open the leg from mid thigh to ankle. The Lord of Asgard had to stick close to the leg to not get in contact with the boiling blood as the sickly life giving liquid poured out of the wound.

Ignoring the demon's roar, Robert went for the wounded leg again, hoping to mutilate it enough to force the bastard down, before it released a shockwave, sending Robert flying back.

All around him the corpses began to rush at the Archdemon, ignoring him completely, and wondering what the hell it was doing now, Robert felt like slapping himself.

The creatures, Kalmion, left the bodies behind and started to fuse with their Spawnfather, melding on the wounds and closing them shut, but the rest kept climbing up, before entering through the Archdemon's mouth, making Robert visibly sick. Red lines, as if veins filled with fire, just like with the monster he had killed before, began spread out from its glowing heart, covering the entire fifteen foot tall body,

The flesh beneath its wings bulged, as if something was trying to claw its way out, before the missing wings burst out of its back. As if in triumph, the demon blasted out a wave of fire that was bigger than anything his dragons could make, and turned to Robert, grinning.

At least he thought it was grinning, not like Robert was an expert in demonology.

"Prepare for an eternity of pain, mortal vermin." The demon grunted out, before flapping its wings, and slowly, took to the air.

Robert crashed through another window and into a building, assessing the situation.

Things just got a lot harder.

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The Archdemon, for all its supposed might, was having a damn hard time dealing with three dragons. Whenever he targeted one, mainly Obelisk since Robert was on the dragon, Slifer and Ra would attack, slamming on the demon's back with their claws, scratching and biting since fire did nothing.

"I will not leave this plane of existence without your soul!" The demon screamed out, unleashing a jet of flame so large it would cover all three of his dragons. Obeliks dodged, of course, and his siblings slammed the dragon, throwing its aim off.

"Don't you think we are moving a bit fast? You should buy me coffee first, at least." Robert quipped, enraging the demon even further. After all, a furious enemy was one that made mistakes.


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