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Barbarian's Path To Multiversal Domination Chapter 5: Moon Of The Demon
🕑 Added 2024-03-12 23:21:20 +0000 UTC[Anomaly triggered... King Maegor the Cruel has been buffed!]
'Good...' Dennis grinned madly with bloodlust. 'A challenge.'
"We'll be fighting here," Dennis said, stepping ahead of Grace.
He saw several of Maegor's builders turn away in the other direction, running.
"Fine by me."
The two met in the middle, arm's length away. They seemed to carefully observe each other, watching for openings. Dennis was the first to strike.
He raised one axe and slashed it down vertically while slashing at his leg with the other. With this two-direction attack, Maegor couldn't possibly block both...
He didn't, stepping back out of reach and countering with a thrust. Dennis blocked the blow with the steel of one axe... Blackfyre's sharp end almost piercing through it.
He raised the other axe to counter, but Maegor twisted Blackfyre and slashed right through the firm wood, leaving Dennis with only one axe. Then he slashed again, but Dennis blocked.
Clang.
The steel axe cried as Blackfyre slashed right through half of the axehead.
'... What the fuck?' Dennis blinked in shock as he had been left with a wooden handle and a small crescent-shaped axe. He leapt back. 'Fuck that.'
Dennis tossed both former axes, one after the other, forcing Maegor to block...
He cut through the wood and deflected the steel.
Dennis ducked and threw himself against Maegor like a missile, dropping him to the ground while grabbing hold of his right hand. He twisted at his right, which held Blackfyre, and forced him to drop the sword. Meanwhile, Maegor punched him in the face several times, but he tanked those blows- spitting his blood on Maegor's eyes.
"Beastly bastard..." Maegor cursed.
Dennis grabbed hold of Blackfyre and was about to hack him to pieces when Maegor kicked him off with enough force to make Dennis stagger back. He, however, kept hold of Blackfyre.
"I like this sword." He remarked fondly, giving it a twirl. "Nice and shiny. I'll be keeping it."
"Your Grace, that beast fights without honour." One of his Kingsguard remarked, frowning. "Allow us to dispatch him and return Blackfyre to its rightful owner."
"Yes... that would be for the best." Maegor nodded, stepping away. "I want his head."
"Pussy..." Dennis remarked. "Those lads aren't going to keep me away."
The four Kingsguard stepped ahead of their King, drawing swords. They had full plate armour, while Dennis had retained his policy of armour being for pussies. He wore basic travelling clothes, almost rags.
"Let's attack him together!"
They sprang forth, their white cloaks dramatically turning.
"You're not fighting beggars anymore. That plate isn't going to be easy to break past." Grace stated.
"I have a lightsaber, right?"
"... Slightly exaggerated. But... it really depends on how strong you are-"
Clang.
Dennis blocked one sword while three others danced forward - piercing his body. Two pierces into the chest and another into the side of his chest. Such wounds would put down any normal man, but...
A demonic expression possessed him as he only saw red.
Dennis viciously elbowed the one who pierced into his side, giving him a concussion. He headbutted another, and uppercut kicked the third right into his cherries. The one who clashed with him had tried to twist his sword, but Dennis pushed him back with his greater strength.
He grabbed the one who he had elbowed with one hand as he was closest, forced his helmet off and slit his head right open with Blackfyre. Then he slurped on the fountain of blood and feasted on the meat and muscles of his neck. Suddenly, the wounds the swords had caused closed... and the swords themselves collapsed to the ground.
"What... in Seven Hells..."
The Kingsguard knight who remained standing was flabbergasted. Bro hadn't seen a man do anything nearly so cannibalistic, mad and demonic. As for the two others recovering, they looked at it and felt true terror. Was this thing... even human?
"Hahahahaha." Dennis madly laughed. "Oh, I feel amazing! Let's fight some more!"
The last thing on their minds was fighting. Fuck the Kingsguard, fuck the King, fuck King's Landing... they were not fighting Dennis the Menace. Not today, not ever. They didn't even bother to grab their swords. They just ran.
Maegor was long gone, bolting away at top speed. The builders had left as soon as he started running.
Everything he had heard was true...
The last Kingsguard standing shook so heavily that his sword clattered from his hand.
"S... spare me. Mercy. Don't kill me. I was only... only following orders."
"Give me your helmet."
"... Of course, Ser." He took off his helmet like a gentleman would take off his hat, albeit still shivering. "Here."
Dennis slashed through his neck, the knight's head rolling onto the ground.
"No fun..." Dennis remarked, glancing back at Grace. "Why is everyone here such a pussy?"
"I don't know..." Grace sarcastically replied, taking out a mirror. "Maybe take a look at yourself."
"Eh..." Dennis took a closer observation. His face was covered in blood as if it were face paint. "Just a bit of blood."
"Mhm... just a bit. You totally didn't eat a quarter of a man's neck with one mouthful."
"Tasted better than I thought it would," Dennis admitted, turning away. "Though, it does say a lot about them that you're not afraid, and they're shitting themselves."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're more of a man than they are." Dennis shrugged.
"Uh-huh. Right. Actually, I am scared..."
"Are you?" Dennis glanced back, grinning slightly.
"Just... wayyyy more turned on so you don't see it." She pursed her lips seductively. "You could totally bite my tongue if you wanted to."
"... Tsk." Dennis chuckled, some of his madness enhancement fading away. "Well, I can't wait to have the entire city on my dick. That'll be fun."
"That's what happens when you attack a King."
"I'm not worried about me..."
"Aww, that's sweet. You're worried about me?"
"Of course. You can't defend yourself, can you?"
"Not at all," she pouted, shaking her head guiltily. "I'm just a helpless damsel in distress... trapped by this barbaric, cannibalistic demon. Will a hero come to save me?"
"There are no heroes today." Dennis stabbed Blackfyre into the ground and flipped Grace over, carrying her between his arms. He then let go of the arm that held her legs and took Blackfyre with it. "This demon will carry you wherever he desires."
"Oh, the horror..." Grace's terrified expression turned into a daring smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked him on the cheek. "Do you really think you can take all of King's Landing with one arm while carrying and protecting me from any harm?"
"You're not as heavy as you look." Dennis grinned slightly, stepping forward. "I'll be just fine."
"That's pretty rude..." Grace pouted slightly. "You do know, I spend quite a lot of time at my personal gym."
"Still fat... in the right places." Dennis looked at her breasts. "Those breasts aren't made of feathers, are they?"
"They do feel like pillows though..."
"Hm..." Dennis started walking. "I think it's better to carry you on my shoulder."
He raised his hand and draped Grace over his left shoulder, holding Blackfyre with the right. Then he started running, each step resounding in the tunnels like the charge of a dozen men.
"This is not very gentleman-like, you know." Grace pouted, her head locked at the ground and Dennis' backside. "I mean... your ass looks pretty good, but that's about it."
"Yours does too..."
Dennis tapped her ass.
"Hey..."
"Stop the complaining, princess. I have a city watch to slaughter."
Dennis stormed out of the tunnels and was met with a dozen armed men who formed a shield wall - blocking off the exit. Dennis kept running... running... leaping forward with such a monstrous step that it left a crack in the wooden floor.
He had jumped over the spearmen and turned to face them, swinging Blackfyre.
Slash. Slash. Slash.
In the blink of an eye, he tore through three of them. One charged him, but he stepped to the side, sliced through his spear and then hacked his head off. The rest were left beyond demoralised... and could barely hold their spears.
One charged in, aiming for Grace. Dennis' eyes flashed as he outstretched his hand and grabbed the spearpoint - stabbing it into his hand. He dragged the spearmen in with his hand and pierced right into his chest.
He drew out Blackfyre, its blade drenched in blood, and watched as everyone else turned tail and ran into the tunnels, one by one.
"Did you get cut?" Grace questioned.
"A love tap." Dennis grinned, opened his mouth, and grabbed hold of the spear shaft. He then dragged it out and spit the spear onto the ground. "You'll make up for it later..."
"Will I?" Grace blinked.
"Mhm."
Dennis continued to form a bloody path in the Red Keep, hounding Maegor. He had cut through every guard that dared faced to face him until there was no resistance left whatsoever.
When Dennis smashed through the gates of the Red Keep, he was met with quite the surprise. Maegor had rallied the entire City Watch and barricaded off the exit into King's Landing with two thousand men. Meanwhile, he rode Balerion in the open skies. There was another dragon, a smaller one - Vhagar, who was ridden by Maegor's mother.
Dennis took a deep breath.
"Maegor isn't pulling any punches, huh..." Grace remarked. "How are you going to survive dragonfire?"
"Water... lots of it."
Dennis turned away and ran back into the Red Keep. He returned to the tunnels as Grace told him exactly where to go. They went into a sewer that emptied out into the river. Dennis observed that the dragon loomed over a more distant King's Landing when they got out.
"How is a boxer going to beat a flying dragon..."
Dennis mused, shaking his head. It was not that he was afraid of facing it; instead, he didn't see how he could damage it. Up close, sure, but in the skies...
"Punch it, innit." Grace chuckled. "Now... can you let go of me?"
"Yeah." Dennis nodded, letting go and stretching his arm after. "Any ideas, my super intelligent girlfriend?"
"You're the warrior," Grace said, crossing her arms. "Even though I could count your brain cells on one hand, your fighting IQ is pretty good... that's why you turned around in the first place. You knew it was pointless."
"Yeah, right." Dennis chuckled. "I just need to grow wings and fly... what's the name of that X-Man guy?"
"Angel."
"... Are there any other dragons without riders?" Dennis looked up at the sky, seeing two more.
"Yes..." Grace nodded, stroking her chin. "Quicksilver. Though, it's a quarter the size of Balerion."
"Can it fly?"
"... Yeah."
"Good enough for me."
Dennis went along the river, threatening the first man he saw to go to King's Landing and announce his presence. He proceeded to camp the Blackwater Rush - going so far as to take a nice short bath in its less-than-sanitary water.
"You smell wonderful, my dear", Grace remarked sarcastically.
"And you smell like the ocean." Dennis smiled slightly. "Didn't think you'd get so wet from being carried upside down."
"Sooo... how do you plan to attract the dragon?"
"You," Dennis answered. "Since you can bring a makeup station and shit, can't you just teleport that dragon here?"
"Nope. Only useless stuff."
"..." Dennis blinked. "Fuck it. Guess we'll die."
"Want a fruit smoothie made of banana, coconut, and pineapple? It's high in protein," Grace offered with an almost mocking smile. "It tastes pretty sweet, too—plenty of sugar."
"I'm going to fuck your brains out after this, you know that?"
"I'm counting on it..."
"Alright..." Dennis raised Blackfyre, taking a deep breath. "My mother didn't raise a pussy."
"Hold on." Grace smiled, teleporting a massive portable microphone. "I do have this..."
"Hum." Dennis grabbed it. "How loud is it?"
"Loud enough."
"Alright..."
"MAEGOR MOTHERFUCKING TARGARYEN!"
Dennis shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice enhanced by both his madness and Demon of the Trident epithets alongside the microphone. He was so loud that most of King's Landing heard him.
"COME AND FIGHT ME, DENNIS MERTVAGO, ON THIS STINKING FUCKING RIVER. I TOOK YOUR SWORD, I MADE YOU PISS YOURSELF AND RUN, I KILLED YOUR KINGSGUARD, I KILLED YOUR PIGS, I FUCKED YOUR WIFE... IF THERE'S ANYTHING BETWEEN YOUR LEGS OTHER THAN A CUNT, YOU BETTER COME RIGHT FUCKING HERE AND LET ME CUT YOU TO PIECES LIKE MINCED PORK!"
Afterwards, he took a deep breath and turned to Grace.
"You think he heard that?"
"He most definitely did..."
He tossed the microphone back to her and watched as Balerion the Black Dread turned in his direction. Not long after, he had been sighted and the dragon flew over. Maegor made Balerion fly over Dennis once, twice, thrice...
"Grace, why don't you go home?" Dennis pushed her away. "This is my fight."
"Hm... but that's no fun. I like watching." Grace walked away from him. "Don't worry, I'll be safe."
Meanwhile, Vhagar landed to the side - where Grace had walked.
"Mi... milady..." Grace's eyes widened, glittering oh so cutely yet with a confusing expression of fear. "I'm just a helpless girl... that barbarian forced me to follow him. I had no part in what he did, I promise. If I didn't follow him, he'd do such... terrible things to me. Please, kill him... I'm so afraid..."
"... Don't fret, sweet girl." Visenya's stern expression eased momentarily, Grace's charm winning her over. "He will be put down soon enough."
'Always the actress...' Dennis chuckled, looking up at Balerion. "UP THERE, PIZZDA, COME DOWN HERE! HOW MANY LAPS ARE YOU GOING TO FLY AROUND? THIS ISN'T A FORMULA ONE RACE!"
Maegor turned for the last time, breathing fire down straight onto Dennis as he flew a bit lower.
Dennis leapt straight into the river, his entire back being burnt.
He swam deeper, recovering rapidly.
Afterwards, he swam up and roared once again.
"HIDING BEHIND YOUR DRAGON, WHAT KIND OF MAN ARE YOU? MAEGOR THE CRUEL? MORE LIKE MAEGOR, THE SOFT AND TENDER! MY CHICKEN TENDERS ARE TOUGHER THAN YOU!"
Balerion went for a second try, a third... a sixth... a tenth.
Each time, Dennis recovered fully, and the dragon grew weary. Maegor was relentless under Dennis' constant taunting, forcing the dragon to work over time.
Ten turned to twenty... thirty... until Balerion suddenly stopped and landed on the ground. It had been half-heartedly breathing fire down for a while now. A lot of the river had actually turned to the steam, though Dennis just swam further up for more.
"Balerion... you're not finished yet." Maegor reminded the dragon, frowning slightly. "That... thing... must die. I know you can do it."
Balerion frowned, turning to the river and Dennis. He took a deep breath and laid down. He was in the mood of a retail worker who had just worked a fourteen-hour shift, and the boss was asking him to work a few more hours - unpaid. Balerion had had enough and just went for a nap.
"... Balerion... Balerion!" Maegor shouted, gritting his teeth. "You stupid dragon. Dracarys... Dracarys... Dracarys!!! BURN HIM!!!"
Dennis started swimming out of the lake, his grin growing wider as he neared Maegor. When he emerged out of the river, he was a terribly ugly figure of red. Even though he was as healthy as ever on the inside, with the river regenerating him, the constant rain of dragon flame transformed his outer appearance.
He was bald, horribly scarred in every corner of his body and naked. His cock, now a blade of red, swung from side to side as he walked. He came out looking like a mix of Freddy Krueger and Hellboy, minus the horns and nails.
"Looks like your dragon clocked out, buddy." Dennis chuckled, stepping closer with Blackfyre in hand. "It's just you and me. No soldiers to run to, no dragon to hide behind... just you and me."
"Wake... wake!" Maegor commanded Balerion. "Stupid dragon..."
Dennis kept stepping forward.
Maegor looked around, turning to the distant Vhagar.
"Mother... now is your chance!"
Visenya seemed to be talking and laughing with Grace in the distance. They were sat together, having a picnic. A fucking picnic. Maegor furrowed his brows. What the fuck was happening? Visenya didn't seem to give a damn about him or the terrible fate that loomed over him.
"Dennis of House Mertvago... it needn't end like this." The strong and fierce Maegor, for the first time in his life, was truly desperate. "You could have anything you desire. Women, gold, titles, lands. I could even name you my heir. You could be King!"
"There isn't a House Mertvago, you shithead." Dennis kept walking. "You chose to fight me one-on-one, yet when you started losing, you ran like a pussy. You weren't offering this shit when you were safe on top of your dragon in the sky, either."
"Besides... all of the things you offered? I can take it all for myself. You're useless. Save your last shred of dignity and fight me."
As Dennis approached, Maegor seemed to admit to his fate. He got off Balerion and drew his sword. The naked warrior against the King in full plate. Blackfyre against castle-forged steel.
"Very well... I will not have it known that I was a coward. I will face you as a warrior would."
Maegor charged at him, and their blades clashed. Maegor was the superior swordsman, able to parry Dennis and slash at his side. Dennis punched him in the face, and the King staggered back. He proceeded to hack at his plate armour, damaging it.
They continued to fight, clashing for several minutes.
Dennis suffered several terrible gashes while Maegor's plate was cut to pieces. He had managed to pierce through it, heavily damaging him.
CLANG.
Dennis' sword cut through Maegor's, leaving him with half a sword.
"The dragon... fallen to a naked red-skinned demon." Maegor suddenly laughed. "What... even are you, Dennis? What do you intend to accomplish?"
"Becoming the best warrior who ever lived."
"Ah..." He chuckled, spitting his blood onto the ground. "You already are invincible."
"No..."
"No?"
"You know how to swing a sword the right way," Dennis admitted, smiling slightly. "My skill isn't anywhere near the level of yours. When you're not running like a pussy, you're pretty good."
"... Hah." Maegor lowered his head as he began to succumb to his wounds. "Though strange, your way of fighting... is effective. Like a primal beast. Driven by instinct. You have no care for your own body, sacrificing it for any advantage you can grasp..."
Maegor held his broken sword tightly while Dennis pointed Blackfyre at him.
"It's over..."
He couldn't even lift his arm to contest.
Dennis drove Blackfyre into his chest, penetrating through his weakened plate armour.
"House... Targaryen..." Maegor muttered, his eyes greying. "Must... live... on."
He collapsed to the ground as Dennis drew out Blackfyre.
Dennis stood still, looking down on him.
"You fought well."
Dennis slashed open Maegor's body like a cannibal, basking in the stream of blood and recovering from it. Then he turned to Balerion, tapping its head with the pummel of Blackfyre.
"Balerion, is it? You're my dragon now." Dennis announced as if Balerion didn't have a choice in the matter. He tapped its head a few more times, almost affectionately. "Take a nice, well-deserved break... then we'll be paying a visit to sisterfucker Eggon."
Balerion looked at the naked man who had survived far too many bursts of dragon flame, blown out his dragon eardrums with constant shouting and hacked his master to pieces. Despite being touched by this red-skinned man, the dragon didn't bother attacking him.
Truth be told, Balerion himself was frightened of Dennis and had already accepted him as a master.
Afterwards, he went over to Grace and Visenya who were still having a great time.
"What the fuck did you do?" Dennis raised an eyebrow, glancing at Visenya.
"Made a new bestie, of course." Grace giggled. "Aren't we besties, Visenya?"
"Why, of course." Visenya nodded, looking up at Dennis. "That's quite... indecent."
"Don't look at my boyfriend, you old hag." Grace pouted.
"Why, of course... that was rude of me." Visenya turned away.
"Wasn't that your son back there?" Dennis blinked. "You could've helped him."
"Who cares?" Visenya laughed, having a sip of wine. "I can't hold his hand all the damn time like some wee boy. Mommy this. Mommy that. Save me, I'm so useless."
"You're too old for that, amiright?" Grace chuckled.
"Yes... far too old." Visenya sighed, shaking her head.
"..." Dennis glanced at Grace. "Seriously, what did you do?"
"You should go for a ride to a vulcano, Visenya." Grace smiled.
"I should go for a ride."
Visenya obediently nodded, hopping on Vhagar and flying off.
"We're truly... kindred spirits." Grace sighed, looking up at the sky. "I can only get along with mature, elderly women. The girls my age are just soooo immature."
"... Right." Dennis chuckled. "You can mind control people now?"
"Maybe." Grace smiled, tilting her head as she observed his body in its entirety. "Goodness gracious, you're hideous now."
"Will this get you to break up with me?" Dennis grinned.
"Now you can play the part of the hideous man with a golden heart, someone trying to find true love in a world where everyone judges him by his appearance..." Grace smiled sweetly. "Until he finds this totally innocent golden-haired goddess who favours him. The entire world watches in envy as they walk together; lords, princes, and kings protest in their envy... gathering their forces to slay this hideous demon and free the goddess they seek for themselves."
"... Yap, yap, yap. I asked a simple question, and you wrote a whole book. Hell, you didn't even answer the bloody question."
"Would I break up with you?" Grace blinked, smiling. "What a silly question... no matter how you look like; a dragon, a bear, a worm, a blade of grass, bacteria... I'll always love you, Dennis. You're the only thing I'll ever love. You are my sun and stars-"
'Bacteria...' He almost laughed.
"All this romantic crap. I'm horny... and I'm going to fuck you. Simple as."
"As much of a degenerate as I might be, it's hard to find a younger red-skinned Freddy Krueger attractive - as muscular, tall and strong as you might be..." Grace chuckled, glancing away. "I think I'll pass-"
As Dennis leapt down, Grace rolled around and ran.
"Oh, you bitch..." Dennis cursed. "Where did the sun and stars bullshit go?"
"Did I say that? You must have me mistaken for another lady, Ser Crispin Grill."
Dennis chased Grace around, eventually catching her... and given how long it took him, he was extra pent-up. They made passionate love under the stars, becoming one more than a hundred times over. He had gained a worthy sword, a dragon, and made himself famous several times over... now there was only one more thing he wanted to do before returning home.
Settle the score.
On the morrow, he took flight atop Balerion (still naked) and soared straight for Casterly Rock.
...
Not too long after, he would witness the seat and stronghold of House Lannister. He saw one watchtower at the top of the Rock, too small for Balerion to latch onto and without any space to leap down on. He took Balerion around, observing the defences.
He chose to attack the sea gates below, using Balerion's dragon flames to burn right through them. Afterwards, he leapt down into the water like Tarzan and swam in with Blackfyre in hand. The watchmen rallied in the docks, shipyards and wharfs below - observing the naked man with both amusement and fear.
The thing that burned through the sea gates... no doubt, it was a dragon.
But the naked man... didn't look so threatening.
"Who in Seven Hells are you?"
"Dennis." He replied, looking up. "I'm here to see Eggon and chat with him. He's a good friend."
"It's Aegon... and he's no fish. I'm afraid he won't be joining you." The watchman chuckled.
The rest laughed.
"Alright..." Dennis leapt up from the water, landing on the dock. "Diplomacy sucks ass. I'll just kill everyone."
He began to swing around Blackfyre, slaughtering the watchmen who stood in his way. However, as he made his way through them, he noticed that they had barricaded off the entrance to the lower castle.
"I'll fucking break this gate with my bare hands if I have to..."
He began to punch it.
BANG. BANG. BANG,
When his knuckles broke, he went for a swim and came back...
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
He kept punching the gate, over and over, and over...
A mad dedication consumed him. He would not stop until he was on the other side.
...
Literally hours later..
BAAAANG.
He broke through, grabbing Blackfyre and charging into the tunnel naked. On the other side, there was a wooden barricade with thirty spearmen manning it and fifteen archers behind them.
"LOOSE!"
They fired upon him, several arrows landing - one on the tip of his dick.
"BLYAAAT." Dennis knelt down. He definitely felt that one, grabbing the arrow and ripping it out. "BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYT!"
His roar of pain was like a primal scream that caused the guards to shudder. He swiftly got off his knee and charged at them madly. He leapt over the barricade, slaughtering all the archers with a bestial swiftness. His madness enhancement had only grown, making him superhuman.
He proceeded to fight all of the guards himself, leaving the tunnel painted red with blood. He continued onwards, breaking past one defence after the other.
The defences of the Rock were no jest... but neither was Dennis. He was a man on a mission.
After slaying hundreds of guards, pummeling half a dozen gates, and exploring half a hundred tunnels, Dennis had his way. Lyman Lannister personally handed over both Targaryens to him - fearing what might happen if his slaughter continued.
The three reunited in one Casterly Rock's chambers.
"You are... Dennis?" Aegon stepped back, terrified. "Is that... Blackfyre... what happened?"
"Your uncle burned my ass half a hundred times." Dennis chuckled, slowly stepping ahead. "I killed him, though... and I took his shit. Now I'm here to kill you."
"... Surely that's not necessary?" Aegon chuckled, spreading his arms. "In truth, I am happy to see you, my old friend."
"... Are you?" Dennis chuckled.
"Yes..." Aegon managed a nervous smile, glancing at Rhaena. "Very. Did you know that I'm going to be a father soon?"
"Wow, really? I thought she just got fat. Your sister is going to pop out a niece or nephew?"
"Well, a son or daughter." Aegon chuckled, correcting him. "It's an occasion to be celebrated, don't you think? Also... the usurper is dead. I should officially be named King. However, not many would approve, and I will need a strong hand to help me. Wars might break out..."
"Oh... and you want me to fight for you?"
"Precisely."
"Didn't you poison me?"
"Not at all... that was the Lord of Crakehall. I wouldn't dare do that to the man who saved my wife and I."
"It was fun, Eggon... but it's all come to an end."
"What-"
Dennis stabbed Blackfyre through Aegon's open mouth, making him choke on it. He drew it out, watching the prince croak to death as blood spilt out of him. He grabbed his dick with his free hand and pissed in his mouth.
It streamed down like a waterfall, adding to his blood.
After he was done pissing on the dying Aegon, he turned to Rhaena.
"You've been silent all this time, princess..." Dennis raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
"... I... played no part in Aegon's foolishness. I beg you, spare me and my child."
"Hmm... what do I get out of it?" Dennis pushed her against the wall.
"What... do you want?" Her eyes widened as he towered over her. She looked down in fear, only to see his emboldened third leg. "I'll do anything..."
"Anything..." Dennis muttered, his blood still pumping. "Don't think much of your brother, do you?"
"... If... I must-"
She slid down hesitantly.
Before she could grab hold of him, he stepped away.
"I don't bully the weak... unless I have a good reason to." Dennis smiled slightly. "You're a bitch, sure... and it's tempting to put you in your place but... I have standards."
"... So..."
'It's time for me to go home...' He thought.
"Do one thing for me, princess." Dennis smiled, tilting his head slightly. "Remember who I am."
Rhaena's eyes widened as Dennis raised Blackfyre and pierced his own heart.
He had died standing, naked and proud.
[Great breakthrough achieved; your name will be engraved into the history of this world...]
...
Grace stood on the outskirts of Casterly Rock, leaning against a tree. Balerion stood beside her. She smiled, patting his head.
"Dennis is still a good boy, hm... I wonder how much he will evolve this time."
Comments
kuroo
thanks for the chap, was a great read
kuroo
need morreeeeee
