#Gods of Valyria

[hotdideasneverending]

Poessive Gods

I had this idea from the Au I am doing on Ao3, it’s called Do You wish for This?, under Anon but it’s a Aemond/Lucerys fic. But it involves the gods of old Valyria being fucking creeps and...well...

Chapter 1? 

The air was tense, so tense that a knife could cut through it and show the air beneath it.

And in an instant it shifted.

Queen Alicent had grabbed Ageon’s dagger from her husband and turned, intent on taking Lucerys Velaryon’s eyes before all the witnesses before them and the boy screamed.

But instead of his mother coming to stop her, someone else did.

A man dressed in robes of gleaming white and gold, hair purer than snow and eyes of burning amber locked arms with the queen. His fang teeth bared in warning as his clawed hands gripped her wrists.

“Do not…hurt him,” he hissed, everyone stepped back as the man had magically appeared.

“My queen!” Cole had called out, rushing to her aid before a similar man with forest green hair and bright red eyes stopped him, snarling right at him as a woman appeared, hair a fiery red and eyes a bright orange as she looked around before standing in front of Rhaenyra.

Protecting them.

“W…Who are you,’ Alicent demanded, gasping as she was pushed back into Ser Harrold’s grip and she finally got a good look at him.

His eyes were that akin to a Dragons and his skin was littered with patches of pearlescent white scales.

“...I am Arrax,” he grinned, Viserys making a choking noise but he ignored him, turning to look at Rhaenyra who stiffened under his gaze before it moved to her left.

To Lucerys.

And Arrax smiled.

“....My boy,” he breathed, striding forward and kneeling down as the green haired one released Cole and turned to the Blacks, looking for someone as well. “My Lucerys,” he cupped his face, smiling as the boy looked to his mother confused. “Finally for you to see me….”

“Jacaerys,” the other male smiled, kneeling down with a grin and arms open. “My boy! It is I! Vermax!”

“....L…Lord Vermax…” Rhaenyra was near the point of passing out as more appeared from the shadows, all adored with patches of scales and one with hair as dark as night coming to her father.

“...Sit. You need rest Viserys,” his voice was soft, deep, commanding and Viserys knew who it was in an instant.

“....Balerion…” he breathed in awe as those of Valyrian descent shifted away in fear from the god of death.

He seemed to not notice, offering a kind smile to the king who felt at ease around him.

“...Aye,” he nodded, pulling up a chair for the ill king who fell upon it in shock.

“....To what do we owe a visit from the gods of Valyria,’ Daemon asked, looking round with apprehension as he held Dark Sister in a tight grip.

“Down boy, nothing is to happen to you,” a man with flowing auburn locks snorted, coming beside him. “...But it’s what I like about you.”

“...Caraxes.”

“...In the flesh,” he smirked. “Vhagar! Get out here and see your bonded child,” he quipped, turning to the hidden alcove by the fireplace where a man was standing in the shadows.

He was sullen, eyes sunken in and his face was that of annoyance as he looked up to Caraxes with pure hatred before it went to Aemond.

“....No,” he rasped, looking away from the boy as Caraxes snorted.

“He has claimed the dragon Vhagar. Technically he is the boy you are to be bound to for the rest of his natural life-”

“I DON’T WANT HIM!”

Vhagar boomed, coming out with rage emanating from him as he stood next to a cowering Aemond.

“I don’t want him! Tesarion doesn’t want them, Gaelithox and Shrykos don’t want them. I wanted Rheana,’ he screamed, Arrax turning to him with a narrowed eye before snorting.

‘Then you should have devoured the fool when he tried,” he deadpanned, standing up with Luke in his grip, smiling as Vhagar sneered, stepping closer to the Blacks and ignoring Aemond.

“...Hmmm,” he huffed, coming to stand behind them all and keep an eye on the proceedings. “....Leana will always be better,” he grumbled, Daemon turning to him as he nodded, and looked away.

‘As to why we are here,'' Arrax began, handing Lucerys over to a woman with light pink hair and Targaryen eyes. “...I came to make balance,” he smiled, hands clasped behind him. “And with that…I must kill some of you.”

“....I see,” Viserys nodded, the gods shifting as Arrax nodded to Balerion who snapped his head to Cristion Cole, rounding on him in seconds and lifting him up by the throat.

“Cole,” Alicent screamed, the man choking as the god of death beheld him and sneered.

“...I’ve always hated you. Always bad mouthing. Calling the child of my bonded Targaryen a whore, loose woman…I will take great pleasure in this,” he whispered, squeezing his hand as Cole began to choke.

‘I beg of you please! Spare my sworn shield-”

``You are no Targaryen, you have born no Targaryen children, you have no say in this matter,” he snarled, Cole’s neck snapping in an instant and dropping him cold and dead on the floor before turning on her. “You have no say in any of what is going to happen tonight.”

“...I am a Targaryen,” Aemond spoke up, Balerion and Arrax turning to him with looks of displeasure on their faces.

“...Just because you have the looks, you claimed a dragon and are the son of the king…does not make you a Targaryen,” Balerion informed him, moving to Viserys who was scared, confused and unsure of what to do.

“The second who must die this night….I will do this myself,” Arrax nodded, the children quivering as he smiled at them before stalking right to Otto Hightower.

“Wh-NO,” Alicent screamed as Arrax grabbed the man’s shoulder and shoved his hand right through his chest, holding his heart as he whispered in his ear.

“Your treasonous actions cost me, Vermax and Tyraxes our children…but that ends tonight,” he murmured, ripping his arm back as Otto fell to the ground dead and Arrax turned around with a bright grin. In his hand was Otto’s heart that he held out to Rhaenyra, looking at her expectantly with a raised brow before she opened her mouth and took a bite.

Arrax smiled, nodding as he cupped her cheek and murmured that she did well; then moved one.

Arrax moved around to all of them; one by one: Daemon, Rhaenys, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Joffrey and Viserys before he turned to the Hightower children.

He took a single stepforward before Helaena took a step forward herself to the God and took a bite, Arrax nodding as a woman with a veil grabbed her and moved her to the side of the blacks.

He turned to Daeron who grabbed his hand, seeing a way out of Old Town and took a bite, a man with singed clothes coming to hold his shoulder as he pushed him by Joffrey who had blood all over his mouth.

Aegon and Aemond remained, Arrax turning to Aegon who shifted and looked at Arrax like he handed him the world.

“...Eat this and become a dragon,” Arrax commanded them, devoured heart outstretched like an offering. “Don’t…and forget about being protected by us.”

“...” Aegon wasted little time as he downed a goblet of wine and took out a chunk of heart with a groan before a woman ushered him to Daemon’s side.

Aemond remained.

“...” Arrax kneeled down, looking the boy right in the eye as he placed the last piece of heart down. They kept their eyes locked as Arrax reached a hand out and placed it over his wounded eye and all was silent.

Then Aemond screamed.

“NO! NO! NO! NO! VHAGAR! VHAGAR! LISTEN TO ME! LISTEN TO ME! NO, VHAGAR NO!” he screamed in pure agony before Arrax released him and stood up.

Aemond seized in his seat, gasping as Alicent rushed over from her father’s corpse to her son who turned to her in horror and smacked her hands away.

“...A…A good thing….even though you…you,” he panted, blinking as he tried to keep the future away from the present.

Arrax had moved on, letting Aemond go through his madness without help as he took Lucerys back with a croon of adornment, kissing his hair as he caressed his face and Rhaenyra got the sense something was very WRONG.

Her sons were being coddled as if they were the most precious things in the world by the Gods of Old Valyria.

But the adults were no different.

Caraxes had Daemon caged in his arms, head nestled in the junction between his head and shoulder as he spoke of the poor souls lost at sea. Anytime Daemon made a move to leave, his arms tightened around him and God gave him a warning snarl.

Meleys held Rhaenys close as she murmured to her sweetly about times long gone with Leanor and Laena, hands tightening as the Queen who Never Was tried to take her hands back. Her eyes flashed a bright pink in warning until she sat down with her Husband who knew naught what to say.

Viserys, her father, watched Aemond beside Balerion who held his shoulders with both his hands. Keeping him in his seat whenever he tried to move and eyeing him with a stern look when he went to argue. He began to massaged his shoulders to calm him down as Viserys relaxed into it, but kept his eyes trained on his daughter.

Rhaenyra herself felt the presence of Syrax, the god holding a goblet of wine in hand as he watched the proceedings beside her, smiling and grinning as he kept a hand around her waist and tightened his grip when she tried to move.

He gave her side eye every time, but cooed at the sight of Joffrey and Jacaerys.

“More hearts for budding Dragons like you,” he cheered, raising his goblet with a smile. “Perhaps that Cole fellow,” he grinned. ‘Eh, Tyraxes,” he asked eagerly, the goddess nodding as she bounced a scared Joffrey on her hip.

“Shall I get it?”

“...Oh look, he made his decision,” Syrax commented, Aemond stumbling over and looking right at Luke.

“...I-”

“Not a word,” Arrax commanded and all went silent. “...Now….shall I lay down the law,” he grinned, head cocking to the side.

And Rhaenyra felt as if everything was about to crumble all around them as Syrax held her tighter and shared a look with Caraxes.

Something very bad was about to happen.

[primordial-shade]

Demi-Gods of Valyria

Ok, so this is the idea. Valyria was meant to be based around the old Roman/Greek empires and their mythos included. Now a fun fact about Some Greek Demi-gods is that sometimes women prayed to give them a child and the gods would do so, but in some instances they would possess the husband of the woman and create a child that way. 

This means the kid has a godly parent, Mortal Father and Mortal mother.

Now do you see where I’m going with this.

Rhaenyra Targaryean, future Queen of Westeros, has been married to a man who is mourning and, after some attempts, cannot give her the children they both want and need.

Laenor tries and tries and and Rhaenyra tries and tries. They both want a child, they both need a child.

Desperate and ardent worshippers of the 14 Gods of Valyria, they pray to their ancestral Gods for help, desperate and pleading. 

And the Gods answer.

They give the two a option, one as fantastical as it is a blessing. They tell them that each of them will come in turn, to give Rhaenyra and Laenor a child, that each one of them will ‘sire’.

They immediately bring in Rhaenys, Corlys and Laena, who brings along Daemon as well. After proving this exsists both agree full heartedly to the deal.

Needless to say Corly’s is stupendously excited and Daemon has to be stopped from exalting his gods in public by Laena. Rhaenys is just happy her son and Rhaenyra get what they want.

Arrax of course comes first. King of the Gods, creator of the first Valyrians, he possesses Laenor that night and sires upon Rhaenyra the future King that night.

Jacaerys Targaryean is born 9 months later. His skin the hue of his father’s, with golden-silver curls and Violet eyes brighter than any Valryian before him. Upon his shoulder is affixed the birthmark of a Crown.

When the topic of the heir of Driftmark is brought up there is much debate amongst the gods but eventually, Caraxes is chosen to sire Lucerys Velaryon. Born with skin almost as dark as his granfathers, silver and onyx curls like his grandmother. His hand marked with the sign that mimics a rolling wave.

Syrax fights her way next, having let her brothers sire the childs to be heirs she claims the right to sire her favourites, the child who named her dragon for her, third child. Joferys Velaryon is born with a mark of crawling vines on his neck.

Despite their arguments Vhagar and Meraxes agree to sire the next two children with Rhaenyra together. The Twin’s Rhaenys and Visenya are born from this union. Rhaenys, child of Meraxes, is born with a twisting wind mark on the back of her neck whilst her twin Visenya, child of Vhagar, is born with the mark of the sword in the same place.

Their Darling Aemma is conceived barely 2 months after by Meleys, a reminder of Rhaenyra’s dear mother who Meleys had adored. Aemma is born with the mark of a heart over her very own heart. 

The Triplets come next. Monterys, Sired by Vermax with high Valyrian marked on his right bicep, Daenaera, sired by Vermithor marked with a smiths hammer on her right bicep, and Valaena, sired by Tyraxes and marked with a bird in flight on her right bicep.

Another set of twins comes two years later. Daenys, child of Tessarion, marked with an eye upon her wrist and Naerys, child of Shrykos,marked with a rising sun in the same place.

Then finally their last triplets. Aenys, born of Aegarax with the mark of a dragon between his shoulder blades, Aemon, Child of Gaelithox and born with a burning star between his shoulder blades, and finally He who comes at the end, Balerion, sires thier final child Baelon, born with a skull between his shoulder blades.

Jacaerys born: 112 AC

Lucerys: Born: 114 AC

Joferys: Born 115 AC

Rhaenys and Visenya: Born 117 AC

Aemma: Born 118 AC

Monterys, Daenaera and Valaena: Born 120 AC

Daenys and Naerys: Born 121 AC

Aenys, Aemon and Baelon: Born 123 AC

Rhaenyra and Laenor are happy, they are beyond at peace with this offer. Laenor gets to go to sleep and wake from a peaceful sleep knowing his best firend and wife carries their new child (He consents to this by the way, just saying it now and long as he isn’t in the drivers seat he is fine.)

Rhaenyra is able to have the children she so desires without hurting her husband and best friend, or seeking elsewhere for seed for her sons. With Daemon and Laena in on it she eventually takes them on as lovers and Laenor does the same with Ser Qarl.

They are happy, especially when Alicent enters the room after Jacaerys is born and see’s the dark skinned curly haired little boy with a crown shape emblazzoned upon his shoulder and nerly faints on the spot. It is not long before Corlys and Viserys both scream of his right to be king to the realm, celebrating the birth of the heir’s heir, born marked by the crown he was destined to wear.

Otto nearly has a seizure back in Oldtown, it unfortunately does not kill him.

Rhaenys is hardly seen without her first born grandchild, often holding him whilst she trains Rhaenyra in the art of ruling and power or simply showing him around the castle that will ‘One day will be his.’

Alicent is screaming somewhere, I don’t care honestly fuck her. Viserys just continues to die somewhere building his model, again don’t really care.

It is the day of Jacaerys birth that the Dragonkeepers find Syrax and Seasmoke with 14 eggs. Every colour of the Rainbow, another sign of Jacaerys and Rhaenyra right to rule they claim. Rhaenyra herself picks a egg of pure red veined with gold for her son and heir, within a month it Hatches into a Dragon named Arrax, for his father. The other 13 are kept in warmers, guarded and precious.

Alicent tries once to claim one for Aegon, still without a dragon, and it burns him in his crib fiercely. She does not try again.

Here is my current list of dragons, and yes I know Jace had Vermax and Luke had Arrax but we are switching things up.

Jacaerys - Arrax. A pure Targareyan red dragon

Lucerys - Caraxes II. A sea green dragon.

Joferys - Syrax II. A deep royal purple dragon.

Rhaenys - Meraxes. A bright sky blue dragon.

Visenya - Vhagar II. A rust red dragon.

Aemma - Meleys II - A pale purple dragon.

Monterys - Vermax. A emerald green dragon.

Daenaera - Vermithor II. A steel grey dragon.

Valaena - Tyraxes. A pale grey dragon.

Daenys - Tessarion. A pale yellow dragon.

Naerys - Shrykos. A bright yellow dragon.

Aenys - Aegarax. A vivid orange dragon.

Aemon - Gaelithox. A bright silver dragon

Baelon - Balerion - A pure black dragon.

All these dragons share golden accents and pure purple eyes. They also grow at a far faster rate than many dragons, think Daenaerys Dragons growth rate. This is especally as Rhaenyra declares the Dragons should roam freely for the first time since Aegon the conquerer.

Jacaerys is pretty much universally loved and the green faction begins to wither especially with Alicent claiming that the children are ‘aberrations’ and that they cannot be trueborn.

Court: looks at Laenor holding baby Jacaerys who looks pretty damn like him.

Court: Looks at Lucerys who resembles his grandfather almost exactly with Rhaenys lovely hair.

Court: Bitch are you crazy??

Otto and Alicent are struggling and I am here for it. They also nag Viserys and give him headaches and I am also here for that. Justice for Aemma Arryn you nasty rotting bitch.

Rhaenyra is just giddy with it all. her kids are Laenors and hers, and if they needed help from their gods well it wasn;t like anyone was going to believe that.

So anyway the young 14 demi-gods grow up pretty much adored by their parents and family. Not to mention their godly parents, by right of helping to conceive them, are pretty much always near them in a spiritual way.

Does Otto and Crispy Cole find a lot of misfortune going their way? Yes. tessarion is a particularly savage goddess in this and makes sure they always manage to catch a wide variety of illnesses and ailments, especially when her own daughter is born.

Are they kind of odd? Do their purple eyes, so unique, pierce your very soul? Does the air simmer around them and luck bend to their whim? Of course, but be damned if you dare say that around any of their parents. Even the Gods have nothing on Laenor and Rhaenyra’s protectiveness over their children.

As they grow older the topic of marriage of course comes up. Whilst Rhaenyra does not get along with Aegon and Aemond, especially after Aemond tried to claim Vhagar despite Laena still being alive which led to him losing an eye to the dragon, she Adores Helaena and Daeron and eagerly plans their marriage to Jace and Baela who adores her cousin.

Of course Alicent then delcares Helaena will marry Aegon and it turns into an argument as Viserys debates because he’s a fucking wet wipe.

Jace does not accept this in any way.

Alicent is horrified when the Prince spirits away Helaena and marries her in the traditions of Valryia before anyone can stop them. She faints when the couple return and Helaena tells her it was her idea and they had already slept together (Jace is 17 at this point and she is 19.)

Rhaenyra is half delighted and hald ‘done with her children’ whilst Laenor immediately begins planning a wedding for the faith with Laena as they both giggle and Daemon howls in the background. Viserys. glad he didn;t have to make a choice, blesses the marriage and declares it done.

(When Alicent tries to wed Daeron to a lady of Oldtown when he is 19 Rhaenys easily spirits him away. They return 6 months later and she is already pregnant and wed. Rhaenyra has to have a strong drink whilst Laenor and Daemon howl with laughter.)

(Daemon finds it less funny when Alicent tries to marry Daeron to a lady of Oldtown and Baela kidnaps him and they come back married and her already 3 months pregnant. Laena and Laenor are delighted and Rhaenyra enjoys her taste of vengeance.)

(Rhaenys, who followed her own Husband for a year on dragonback before she was finally permitted to marry him simply smirks, knowing her genes are strong.)

the other kids also grown up and take either their siblings or other nobility as spouses, as when Rhaenyra becomes queen she declares that any who marry into their family will become Targaryean so replenish their bloodline. It suprisingly is very welcomed.

I have more but this is getting really long. Thank you to the Game of throne roleplaying wiki which gave me the list of gods below so that I could use and abuse it as a reference.

Arrax - Ruler of Gods, law, order, justice, governance, and strength.

Aegarax - God of all creatures that walk, run, swim, or fly. Creator of the first dragon.

Balerion - God of death and the Underworld.

Caraxes - God of the sea, twin of Meraxes.

Gaelithox - God of fire, stars, moon, sun, and the dawn, rival of Meraxes.

Meleys - Goddess of love and fertility.

Meraxes - Goddess of the sky, twin of Caraxes.

Shrykos - Goddess of beginnings, endings, transitions, and doorways.

Syrax - God of wine, fruitfulness, parties, festivals, madness, chaos, drunkenness, vegetation, and ecstasy.

Tessarion - Goddess of music, arts, knowledge, healing, plague, prophecy, poetry, beauty, and archery.

Tyraxes - Goddess of reason, wisdom, intelligence, skill, peace, warfare, and battle strategy.

Vermax - God of boundaries, travel, communication, trade, language, and writing.

Vermithor - God of smiths, crafts, and artisans.

Vhagar - Goddess of war.

[amoratearte]

The Valyrian Fourteen 🔥

Arrax 🌌

Personification of the sky and heavens. Son and husband of Terrax. Father of Meraxes, Caraxes, Balerion, Shrykos, Syrax and Vermithor. Slain and banished by the Gods. May have fathered Meleys.

Based off: Uranus/Cronus

ps: did I really give the God Arrax was named after the same death essentially? Bleeding away at sea? yes 🫣

am I proud of it? yes lmao

wasn’t even consciously tbh and he’s not dead but banished to the Valyrian version of Tartarus, where he plans revenge on his kids and mom-wife

pps: note that his eyes are blue 👀👀

[maya-tl]

THEY BUTCHERED MY BOY

[asherbakugou]

The Deal of Gods and Humans

Prince Laenor of House Velaryon sat in a plush velvet chair within his wife's small study, sipping sour Arbor Gold from a golden chalice in silence as he watched Crown Princess Rhaenyra of House Targaryen stare out the window of her study. The light highlighted the features of her youth, reminding him of the heavy burden that had been placed upon his shoulders and was now shared between them. She was a little girl, still, with the weight of a Kingdom upon her shoulders and yet she stood with the strength of a dragon against the lit towers aiming to bring her crashing down.

"I'm sorry," Laenor murmured, tearing his wife from her thoughts. "If only the Gods had not made like this. If only they had made me like my father or Prince Daemon then maybe–"

"Stay your tongue!" Rhaenyra ordered, sharply. She whirled around, pale grey skirts swirling along her legs as she stalked towards him. "Had the Gods not made you this way then I would never have agreed to this marriage, no matter that my inheritance would be stripped away. I agreed to take you as my husband because I can trust you within this nest of vipers my home has become. You are my husband and my future King Consort, the man who shall aid my rule and support me."

Laenor gave a bitter, self-deprecating laugh, "I am the husband that cannot give his wife heirs. The man that cannot see a woman for the beauty she is, and feels no lust for the pleasures others speak of."

"We shall figure something out. It will just take time."

"What if you took a paramour? He could give you children that I could claim as mine. They would be mine in name and that is all that matters."

"And if they resembled any but me? Or you? They would be called bastards even if they were an exact copy of Rodrick Arryn or Jocelyn Baratheon as long as they did not have the Valyrian coloring. The Queen and her supporters would make our lives a living hell if she even had an inkling that they were bastards. Even now, she seeks to undermine me."

"I thought the wedding was her only move," Laenor stated, sitting up. Worry shone in his grey-purple eyes. They might not be in love as other matches were but they were partners.

"No. Every day she gathers the Ladies of the Keep for tea and speaks behind my back, spreading rumors of my virtue, of your taste in men, of how I am a heathen whore unfit to be the Heir to the Iron Throne," Rhaenyra sneered, sitting down in the weirwood chair behind her desk. A present from Lady Jeyne Arryn and Lady Amanda Arryn for her wedding.

"She dares speak ill of the Crown Princess? And none stop her or bring her words to the King or you, yourself?"

"Why would they? Each of them come from the Reach or Westerlands, supporters of her son as Heir and future King."

"Then we must dispel the rumors," Laenor stated, reaching into his doublet. He pulled out a letter, setting it on the desk between them. "My dear Laena has sent us a letter. She reminds me of the tales my father used to tell us before bed. Of Sea Serpents, Giants, Gods . . . and Demigods."

"Demigods?" Rhaenyra whispered, remembering the tales Daemon had once told her. "Children of both God and Man. What do those tales have to do with our problems?"

"For years we have hid how we worship the Fourteen Flames, let those of the Seven deem our culture as heathenistic and disrespectful. I believe she means for us to seek out our true Gods and ask for their help."

"They are Gods, Laenor. What could we possibly give them in return for three children?"

"Anything they wish. Rhaenyra if you wish to be Queen this might be our only option. We need trueborn heirs and who better than the Gods that shaped us and gave us dragons?"

"The same Gods who allowed hundreds of thousands of people be wiped by the Doom. The ones who allow us to be ridiculed and shamed even as Kings, Queens, and Heirs of Valyrian Houses. The only ones left of Old Valyria, might I add," Rhaenyra snapped, glaring.

Laenor did not let her flames deter him. "And what other option do we have? Let Prince Aegon be named Heir because you have no children to rule after you?"

Rhaenyra snarled, teeth baring as Syrax sang within her soul, black teeth bared as flamed gathered in her chest. "Watch yourself husband. I could take that as treason."

"But I speak the truth," Laenor stated, Seasmoke humming in the back of his mind, tail swishing across the dusty ground of his cave. "You said we would need trueborn children and I have given you a suggestion. It is either this, your give birth to bastards after taking a paranour, or remain childless and have your titles taken. Take your pick, wife."

Charged silence fell within the study as the two dragons stared each other down. Eventually, Rhaenyra acquiesced.

"Fine. In two days time we travel to Dragonstone. We will call it a honeymoon of sorts, as if we seek alone time for . . . things. The Temple of the Fourteen will hear our prayers and we shall see if the Gods will answer."

"Then it is decided."

—Temple of the Fourteen—

The Temple of the Fourteen was almost hidden behind Castle Dragonstone, even with how large it was. The rotunda had 14 stained glass windows, each displaying the symbol of one of the 14 Gods or Godesses sitting above the corrosponding statue. Made entirely out of black dragonglass with runes carved in and filled with Valyrian steel, the Temple was truly of Valyrian make and ancestry.

Over the two days planning their week long trip to the Isle of Dragonstone, they had argued over which statue to pray too, eventually agreeing upon the Goddess Meleys. She ruled over fertility, love, sexuality, mothers, and childbirth, so they had come to the realization that she would be a better fit than Arrax or Aegerax.

"It's beautiful," Laenor murmured, High Valyrian rolling of his tongue with an Essosi lilt that Lord Corlys and his sister both had. It brought a heat to Rhaenyra whenever she heard it even if she preffered how it sounded when Daemon spoke.

"It is." Rhaenyra and Laenor came to a stop before the white dragonglass statue of Meleys. Stood in a patch of dirt, a large myrtle tree had grown alongside her, manipulated to lean over her seemingly sheltering the Goddess who wore a floor length dress with long slits up the side leaving her most of her legs and bare feet exposed.

Held in her left hand was a mirror, as pearls draped across the exposed cut of her shoulders while long sleeves fell around her forearms. Perched upon her shoulder was a dove while a peacock stood at her side, long beautifull feathers carved and painted in detail.

"Do you remember the prayer?" Laenor asked as they both stared up into the gentle features carved into the statue.

"I have not had the time to forget it," Rhaenyra murmured dryly, unsure of if she should speak normally. Together they kneeled, bowing before the Goddess' statue.

"O' Meleys, O' Queen of the Gods, Goddess of Love, Goddess of Fertility, Goddess of Motherhood, Goddess of Childbirth, we seek your aid. As Heir to the Iron Throne and Heir to Driftmark, we ask you to provide us with heirs and a spare. To allow us to further our bloodlines, O' Queen of the Gods. Name a price and we shall pay it for three children borne of our blood."

The pyre that stood to her right suddenly lit with pale pink-whire fire, startling both of them. So focused they were, neither saw the statue move until she spoke, voice soft but firm, loving and kind.

"Greetings, Princess Rhaenyra, Chosen Heir. Greetings, Prince Laenor, Chosen Guardian. I have been awaiting your call for many moons."

Neither could find it within themselves to speak, staring at the talking statue with awe and fear in equal parts.

"Be not afraid. Your call has been anticipated and awaited eagerly." Her soft look melted to something sharp and protective. "The Promised Heir shall come from your blood, Rhaenyra, but due to your father's folly, in one line of fate they fall and the world is taken in the Long Night. No one is left, no dragons, no people, no wildlings. Only wights. To make sure this never comes to pass We, the Fourteen Flames, the Seven-Who-Are-One, and the Elder Gods have decided to intervene. We have decided to interfere with fate itself to make sure our favored survive and fight back the Long Night."

"Us? But my father said– when he told me of the prophecy . . ."

"Tessarion gave the prophecy to Aegon in the hopes that he would unite Westeros to prepare them for the Long Night. But after making them kneel he in turn kneeled for the Seven-Who-Are-One who have no control over any family of Valyrian Blood. We are not the only the ones that have been disrespected or forgotten.

"The supposed followers of the Seven have perverted and twisted the words of the Seven-Who-Are-One to fit their agendas, destroying the faith that once was. The Elder Gods are slowly being forgotten as we are, and with fewer and fewer worshipping us, we are dying."

"Dying?" Laenor asked, horrified. Every story ever told spoke of how a God could not be killed.

"Not in the way you understand but yes. Magic is being forcibly taken from your world, one of the few weapons that would secure your future. But we believe we have a way for this world to survive. Do you accept the responsibility, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Laenor Velaryon?"

They both hesitated, but looking upon her face, one that looked similar to Aemma's in Rhaenyra's eyes and one that looked sinilar to Rhaenys' for Laenor and they made their decision.

"We accept this responsibility, My Queen."

She smiled softly.

"From us you will be given 14 children, born of each of us with our favor to save the Targaryen, Velaryon, Celtigar, and Stark lines. The Seven-Who-Are-One and the Elder Gods have decided that their gifts will be given in secret to aid you. But I have another gift to offer you." Meleys' smile grew wider. "Would you like to hear the names of your children and who they are the child of?"

"Yes! Please, My Queen," Rhaenyra added, blushing fiercly at the outburst. While afraid to have so many children, a part of her was curious to know her future.

"The First. Son of Arrax, King of the Gods, Jacaerys Targaryen."

"The Second. Daughter of Tyraxes, Goddess of Peace. Alyssa Velaryon."

"The Third. Son of Caraxes, God of the Seas. Lucerys Velaryon."

"The Fourth. Son of Vhagar, Goddess of War. Maegor Velaryon."

"The Fifth. Daughter of Vermax, God of Travel. Visenya Velaryon."

"The Sixth. Son of Aegerax, God of Creation. Aerion Velaryon."

"The Seventh. Daughter of Tessarion, Goddess of Dreams. Daenys Velaryon."

"The Eighth. Daughter of myself, Goddess of Love. Aemma Velaryon."

"The Ninth. Son of Syrax, Goddess of Chaos. Saeryn Velaryon."

"The Tenth. Daughter of Meraxes, Goddess of the Sky. Rhaella Velaryon."

"The Eleventh. Son of Gaelithox, God of the Sun. Aegon Velaryon."

"The Twelfth. Son of Vermithor, God of Smiths. Aemon Velaryon."

"The Thirteenth. Daughter of Shrykos, Goddess of Beginnings. Valaena Velaryon."

"The Fourteenth. Son of Balerion, God of the Underworld. Baelon Velaryon."

"Tonight Tessarion shall visit you to give you the instructions on how to allow us to give you children. Be ready. Good luck."

The statue straightened back into her precious position and fell still, allowing complete silence to fall within the Temple.

"Well," Laenor began, mumbling. "I believe we should head to the Keep, should we not? A drink or two might help."

"I agree." With that the two retreated back to the castle to talk about what had just happened, and drink enough wine to help settle their nerves before Tessarion came to visit.

[thundersnowstorm]

obsessed w rhaenyra going full throttle into her targaryen-prince-that-was-promised-rightful-heir god complex while at the same time sowing the seeds for the destruction of the targaryen doctrine of exceptionalism by proving that anyone, not just legitimate targaryen princelings, can ride a dragon. so obsessed with her own specialness that she doesn't realize that everyone around her is waking up to the farce

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Tyrion II

From there the skulls ranged upward in size to the three great monsters of song and story, the dragons that Aegon Targaryen and his sisters had unleashed on the Seven Kingdoms of old.

They had been given the names of gods: Balerion, Meraxes, Vhagar.

Tyrion had stood between their gaping jaws, wordless and awed.

You could have ridden a horse down Vhagar’s gullet, although you would not have ridden it out again.

Meraxes was even bigger.

And the greatest of them, Balerion, the Black Dread, could have swallowed an aurochs whole, or even one of the hairy mammoths said to roam the cold wastes beyond the Port of Ibben.

Tyrion stood in that dank cellar for a long time, staring at Balerion’s huge, empty-eyed skull until his torch burned low, trying to grasp the size of the living animal, to imagine how it must have looked when it spread its great black wings and swept across the skies, breathing fire.

[bayofwolves]

the spirit animals authors did many things right, and one of them is the great beasts' names. halawir, gerathon, uraza, arax, essix and briggan are exactly what i would imagine the gods of some ancient, long-dead civilization would be called.

[bohemian-nights]

“Only a Targaryen is meant for a Targaryen.” -A common proverb spread and repeated by certain fans of HOTD because incest rocks 🔥🐉

HOTD AU: Daemon Targaryen x Baela Targaryen

Ten years after his second wife the late Lady Laena Velaryon perished tragically in childbirth Daemon Targaryen takes to wife his daughter and only living child Baela Targaryen, in an effort to keep his bloodline pure.

[matt-murdick]

aegon targaryen they could never make me like you

[hotdideasneverending]

Poessive Gods Pt. 2

They say that being loved by a god is a good thing, that you will never want nor desire so long as a god looks over you. To be loved by them is to have a nice life that has no hardship nor pain.

But they could not be further from the truth.

The love of a god was possessive, all consuming and most of all…burning.

Burning so much that those of the Dragon burned.

And would forever burn even as they passed on.

Daemon panted, above Rhaenyra as he rocked into her keeping his eyes on her face as they coupled together for the X-th time that month.

Under order from certain beings.

“Wonderful, truly a great couple,” Caraxes commented from his spot on the side of their bed, sitting beside a red faced Syrax as he and his wife tried to ignore them. “And more Targaryen children,” he laughed, clapping his hands eagerly.

‘Harwin Strong gifted us the Valeryon brothers, so it wasn’t all for naught,” Syrax slurred, ever close to his bonded’s children.

“I am not saying it was a bad thing,” Caraxes rolled his eyes, standing up to round in on the connected couple on the other side of the bed, pushing Daemon’s hair to the side and kissing his shoulder as Daemon grunted in exhaustion and exertion, as well of disgust.

He once thought Caraxes was a great god, one that he was proud to have been connected to his Dragon, now all he felt was hate.

Hate for the god that only loved him and his family as he did himself.

“Ah, my boy,” Caraxes sighed, nipping at his flesh as Daemon stilled, finishing in his wife before falling to the side, away from Caraxes. “Ahhh, my bloodthirsty warrior,” he crooned, brushing his hair out of his face before his hands slid down to Rhaenyra’s side and caressed her stomach. ‘And his lovely wife.”

“...Lord Caraxes-”

“Aegon and Jacaerys will be a good match,” Caraxes smiled. ‘He needs direction, Aegon and Jacaerys is to be your heir. Vermax is his bonded, and Vermax is close to Arrax, his second in command basically. They will be good,” he assured her, knowing her protest to the match.

“...Lucerys…” Rhaenrya wept, always worried for her second son.

The love of the King was not one she dared to think of, but her son was all alone with him.

The most dangerous one of all.

“As much as Arrax despises it, he and Aemond are meant to be,” he murmured, leaning down and resting his head between her breasts and relaxing into it. “Aegon and Jacaerys are soon to consummate their union and connect Greens and Blacks once more.”

“...But Heirs,” Rhaenyra tried to protest, turning to Daemon for support but the Rogue Prince shook his head.

Do not continue such thoughts.

“...we can handle it. We are gods,” he whispered, trying to assure her but her heart simply plummeted.

If this is what it meant to be loved by a god, Rhaenyra did not want it.

She did not want this accursed love of gods.

And she did not want her children to suffer either.

“Vermax will make sure that Aegon is not rough with Jacaerys, you have our words,” Syrax nodded, solemnly as he sipped his wine that was always on him.

“...Of course,” she breathed, Daemon tensing as Syrax plopped down beside him and began to cuddle them.

“Ahhh, to finally have you see us,” Syrax crooned, holding Daemon close as he closed his eyes and held back tears.

This was not what they wanted.

~

Vermax and Shrykos stood outside the door of the new chambers Aegon and Jacaerys would share, both of the boys, now 13 and 17, waited for them in fear.

They entered, smiling as they beheld them and grinning as they had not yet moved.

“My boy,” Vermax smiled, the newly blossomed youth shivering as his hands caressed his cheek and was forced to look into his eyes. “Tonight you become a man and a king,” he grinned, kissing his cheek and Shrykos murmured to Aegon to be gentle to Jacaerys, the older boy stiffening as she undid his breeches for him and urged him to push Jacaerys down.

They had lived in utter hell for the last four years, with no end in sight.

Once Arrax had taken control of the Hightowers and snuffed out any rebellion that had been forming, he had decreed that betrothals must be made and consummated as soon as possible.

Between both sides.

Jacaerys and Himself.

Lucerys and Aemond.

Joffrey and Daeron.

Heleana, Baela and Rhaena.

One duo to rule.

One duo to cement their family.

One duo to promote peace.

A trio for show of fertility.

Their parents tried to stop them, but Arrax held firm…

And now this happens.

‘I’m sorry,” Aegon whimpered into Jacaerys’ ear, shuddering as he pumped himself to hardness as Jace shook his head.

“No…No…you’ve hurt yourself enough,” Jace whispered, wrapping his arms around his neck and burying his face into his shoulder.

Aegon had been punished, severely; for trying to keep Jace and Lucerys…and even fucking Joffrey safe.

They had expected them to bed them as soon as they turned three and ten; and Aegon knew from experience that it was not a nice thing to have done to your body.

He tried, and tired and tried so hard to wait until they were six and ten only to be met with a clawed hand on his face and a snarl right up in his ear.

“You are to consummate this union, I will wait no longer,” Meleys had commanded him, Rhaenys behind her dressed scandalously for someone her age, but forced to by the goddess nonetheless.

Her husband beside her, dressed in nothing but robes as he caressed his wife's arms, keeping an close eye on the goddess who enjoyed being around them.

Which leads to now.

“Slowly, boy,” Vermax warned as his cock breached inside of Jace. His face reddened and contorted, head thrown back as Aegon grinded his teeth and kept moving in. “Do not hurt him, or I will make sure you are always lost,” he told him, Aegon nodding as he finally settled in and stayed still.

Life was pure hell, but he would do all he could to ensure that all their hate went to him and not his innocent siblings and nephews.

He felt Jace nod and he began to move.

The night was long, but their feelings would last longer.

~

Aemond stayed beside Lucerys as he murmured nothing into his ear, attempting to placate the scared boy as Arrax informed him on where to put his hand.

He felt dirty.

He was dirty.

And he was sullying Luke.

Poor, poor Luke who held the attention of the King of Gods since his birth and would forever hold it, so it seems.

“When the times comes for you consummation, you will treat my boy as if he is a god himself,” Arrax nodded, Aemond nodding back as he continued to palm at Lucerys’ tiny cock, the boy whining as he wanted it to stop but never daring to voice his displeasure.

It only ever led to Aemond getting punished for HIS displeasure because he was not doing enough to please HIM.

“Not now,” Luke muttered, Aemond stilling in fear as Arrax turned to him with a curious look.

``Not now what, my dear,” he asked, eyes turning to Aemond who refused to look at him.

“...Me and Aemond could…Consum-...”

“...Oh but sweetie, it will be too much for you,” Arrax smiled, laughing as he kneeled down to stare into Lucerys; eyes, ignoring the fear inside of them like he always did and instead he leaned forward. He nuzzled his head into Lucerys’c chest, the boy whimpering as everything Arrax did to him was so…

So…

Sexual.

Arrax had a desire for Lucerys that was sick and perverse and Aemond knew that many other gods did for him and his family as well.

And he wanted it to end.

But it would never end.

They were stuck in this eternal hell for all their lives and thereafter.

….He wanted it to end.

“Ah, my boy,” he murmured, unlacing his shirt he breathed in Lucerys’ scent, he pushed them down onto the bed, kissing the pale skin of the boy's chest and Aemond stiffened as a presence on his back appeared.

“Vhagar,” Arrax commented, the god of war humming as he put Aemond in his arms as Lucerys whimpered as Arrax pet him, humming into the flesh of his neck like he was some sort of animal.

And he was.

A perverse one.

“...Order and War. Wisdom and Stars. Boundaries and Doorways. Sea and Chaos. Prophecy, Crafts and Skies…”

Vhagar’s voice was deep, smooth and always had a calming effect and Aemond hated it.

Because it always worked.

“Right you are Vhagar, right you are,” Arrax rumbled, grinning as Lucerys moved to Aemond, trying to get away. “Ahhh, when you become married I will miss having you all to myself,” he crooned, Aemond resisting the urge to grab something and bludgeon the god to death. “I will miss it so…”

It was silent until Arrax urged Aemond to caress his boy once more, under the watchful eye of some of the most powerful gods of the Pantheon and Aemond wept.

Ahh..he wanted to die.

~

Joffrey and Daeron looked at one another, each barely at an age where their consummation was even a thought upon the table as they worked on their school work provided by Tyraxes, the goddess ever vigilant as Gaelithox looked over designs Vermithor made for their own wedding.

Looking up they spotted Viserys, staring into the fire with dead eyes as Balerion stood behind him like a servant, awaiting their orders from their master.

They did not blame him.

Ever since Driftmark 4 years ago, everything had changed.

Nothing was the same and would never be the same.

“Come,” Tyraxes clapped, drawing the attention of the boys who stood up dutifully like always. “It is time to eat!”

“...Come my king,” Balerion murmured, grabbing the handle of his chair and beginning to wheel him out.

A wheelchair, they had called it after Vermithor noticed how much strength Viserys was losing from simple acts.

“...Will brother’s be there,” Joffrey asked, swallowing as Tyraxes hummed, her hand upon his shoulder as usual as they entered the dining hall.

“No, no. They have much to do this night,” she clapped eagerly as Viserys was placed at the head, servants scuttling about as they hurried to vanish from sight.

They were the truly lucky ones, the gods cared not for those of Andal blood.

Only the blood of Valyria.

No one was safe if you had such blood.

“Come, my king,” Balerion nodded, grabbing him some portions as the youngest did the same, both of them looking at one another from across the table and shivering.

They did not even the man.

For Balerion had deemed himself the carer of the king, and would never alone anyone; man or god, to care for the king as he did. And it was seen even now.

He had plated the king's food, worked to make it into edible chunks before urging him to grab his fork and knife and begin his feast.

He had not yet decided to feed the king by hand, but they knew he would want to when the time felt right for him.

Everything….was wrong.

~

The girls: Helena, Baela and Rhaena where with Rhaenys, adored in dresses of the sheerest silk and glittering gems in the garden tended to by Meleys who laughed happily at the sight of them.

‘Come, come,’ she urged, the four entering deeper into her lair where an unassuming little table and chairs were set out with various drinks, finger foods and candles.

Perfect for a girls night.

But not one the girls wished for.

“Ahh, soon we will have another consummation of Lucerys and Aemond! Ahhh! You youngins as well,’ Meleys clapped, smiling as she looked behind them and spotted Corlys with Leanor and his lover Qarl. ‘Oh lovebirds! Come here,” she urged, motioning them over as Meraxes guided the three over.

Leanor was pale, shaking and afraid as Meleys ordered him to sit upon Qarl’s lap, dressed in a similar fashion to his mother he kept his eye on the goddess of love who hummed a merry tune, spinning her tea round in it’s cup.

“So sweet of you to allow Rhaenyra to have time with Harwin. As much as we loved pure blooded Valaryian children, those boys are lovely. They bring a…strength to the Targaryen Bloodline. Allowing the people of these lands to see that we…you,” she giggled. “Can be just like them.”

“But of course,” he whispered, his father looking over to him as he too held his wife in his lap. As was customary.

“...Ohh but I can’t wait for you all to begin bearing children,” she sighed, Leanor stiffening as Qarl held him tight to ground him. “The magic of Valyria is old, and at times it can be finicky, but that is only when those of impure blood are doing it,” she giggled.

“...I see,” Leanor swallowed as Qarl murmured that moon tea was always an option.

‘You spout such things again I will have another man sire children with Leanor. I have HAD IT with the lack of Targaryens,” Meleys whipped her head around to him. “Am I understood?”

“...Yes,” he breathed, hiding his face in Leanor’s hand as Meleys gave a toothy grin with a nod as if all was correct in the world.

“Ahhh….time has finally come…” she breathed, leaning back as she sipped her tea and they all wept.

For the Targaryen Family is mighty, but there were no true dragons with love and obsessions that burned so hot and were as deadly as a viper.

[violettedove]

Valaryon

Valaryons, they were known as non-human Targaryens. This name combines the elements from the Targaryen lineage with a hint of the Valyrian civilization known for their connection with dragons. They were unique characters in my AU who possesses non-human qualities or abilities but still carries the bloodline of the Targaryens. In the first generation, they were all from the children of gods and then the Valaryons became more developed in the following generations. For example, Alynya was the child of the flame dragon god and the moon star goddess.

(I know it is confusing but I will update and tried to explain if I have time because I have not yet began about the first ever gods in my AU).

In my Multiverse Saga the games of thrones universe AU, the Valaryons could be depicted as a sub-lineage of the Targaryens with distinct non-human traits and abilities. Their unique qualities could be attributed to their close relationship with dragons and their deep connection to the ancient Valyrian civilization. This connection may have resulted in them inheriting physical or mystical characteristics that set them apart from their human counterparts, allowing them to play a pivotal role in the saga's narrative.

The Valaryons were born with characteristics reminiscent of dragons, such as scaled skin, elongated canines, and exceptional physical strength. This set them apart from regular humans\creatures in the spiral galaxy and granted them an aura of mystery and power. Just like the Targaryens, they possessed the blood of Old Valyria, allowing them to form bonds with dragons and harness a portion of their elemental power.

Despite that, they do still keep the typical Targaryen features remind strongly of the typical Valyrian features: pale skin even some parts have scales, silver, platinum, or gold hair and eyes in a variety of shades of purple, or light blue. The Targaryens can tolerate a bit more heat than most ordinary people; However, unlike the human Valyrians, they are immune to fire.

Throughout history, the Valaryons played a crucial role in shaping the world of Westeros in Earth in the Multiverse Saga. Their dragon-like attributes granted them an advantage in warfare, making them feared and respected on the battlefield. Their affinity for dragons enabled them to tame and ride these magnificent creatures, utilizing their aerial superiority to dominate conflicts and expand their influence.

However, the Valaryons faced societal challenges due to their non-human nature. Some viewed them warily, considering them more creature than human, while others revered their unique heritage and regarded them as the epitome of strength and majesty.

Despite the occasional controversy, the Valaryons embraced their non-human identity and utilized their distinctive qualities to carve their mark on history. They proved themselves as powerful and influential figures within the political landscape, using their inherent connection to dragons to establish alliances, broker peace, or instigate upheaval.

In conclusion, the Valaryons were a remarkable branch of the Targaryen bloodline in my version of the "Game of Thrones" universe. Their non-human qualities and abilities, inherited from their Valyrian ancestors, set them apart from regular humans and afforded them a place of prominence and intrigue within Westeros.

[amoratearte]

The Valyrian Fourteen 🔥

Meraxes⚡️

Goddess of the sky, lightning and thunder, and law and order. Queen of all gods and goddesses. Slayer of Arrax, betrayed and dethroned her mother, Terrax. Married to her sister Shrykos, they had Vhagar and Vermithor together. Also the mother of Vermax, Perzys and Tessarion, Tyraxes and in some legends, Meleys.

Based off: Zeus

PS: I FINALLY FINISHED 🫡

Now, per the results of a poll I did months ago, I’ll work on the Old Gods lore art. I have one more Valyrian religion lore piece, that will be the creation of the world sort of. Which involves Terrax, but also Chaos (and fate!).

I do also have a question: would any of you be interested if I were to make the Gods pieces into prints?

[starryrosebud]

People, normally stark stans, criticising and saying the Valyrian wedding is not valid because they are not in Valyria… you know that’s xenophobic,right??!!

You guys really act like Westerosi😓

[exquisiteagony]

obvs i’m still a finnish music rpf blog but i do have the asoiaf brainrot and have been writing little fics i never shared since like 2015 so

[leonanette]

Balerion

(from the fanfic, The Man in the Pearl Mask)

Domain: God of Death and the Underworld

Title: The Eternal

Family position: Son of Arrax and Tyraxes, younger brother of Meraxes and Caraxes

Personality: Blunt and honest to a fault, protective of the dead, likes to follow rules, solemn and serious, hardworking

Appearance: Bright blue eyes, white hair with a black streak, the appearance of a child, wears all white

Distinctive feature: A hole in the centre of his chest where his heart should be

Animal aspect: Blackbird with blue rims around the eyes

Balerion is very protective of the souls in his underworld. He wants them to be happy after lifetimes of hardship and, sometimes, misery. It is a place of rest and he does not appreciate anyone from outside trying to disturb them. Many of the tales that survive Old Valyria are of the lengths he will go to to make sure the souls of the dead are allowed peace. He works hard to bring all newly dead souls under his protection. He knows all too well how terrible the consequences could be if he doesn’t.

Once, a freeholder tricked him and trapped him in a cell to avoid death. While he was trapped, the souls of the dead fractured and became mindless and angry ghouls that tormented the Valyrian Freehold for a month until Balerion was freed. Balerion wanted to take the freeholder’s soul right then and there but Vermax suggested a different path. Instead, he took all of the freeholder’s line and enforced a long life of watching his line die out before finally taking him.

He is know for being blunt and honest but even honest people have their secrets. When they do, it’s normally a very big and very disastrous secret that they’ll defend to the end. So it was with Balerion. His secret is something that happened in the far North of Westeros. Back then, Westeros was a playground for the Valyrian gods. A place they went to escape from Valyria (sometimes, literally, in Vermax’s case) and to try out new things among gods who didn’t mind their presence so long as they kept out of the way of humans. No one but Balerion knows what he did in the North. Some of the gods speculate he tried to bring someone he liked back from the dead. Others thought he was trying to help the Children of the Forest win their battles against the First Men. Shrykos has a theory that he was trying to make an army of his own to overthrow Arrax from his High Throne but no one but she believes it. Shrykos has a theory that everyone is trying to take over the gods' High Throne, after all.

Whatever happened, Balerion fled the far North and asked his royal parents to forbid anyone from going to the far North of Westeros. They granted his request, thinking he must have had an altercation with the local gods, and it was only after the Doom of Valyria that any of the other gods had an inkling of what was going on.

Vermax had heard of white walkers and the Others when he visited Westeros. He never thought they were connected, until Tessarion had a vision of an army of dead invading Westeros. Many times, he tried to get Balerion to admit what had happened but he was rebuffed every time. All he would admit was that an invasion of Westeros was possible. So, now, all the gods had a suspicion that Balerion was involved but Balerion would never tell them how.

In secret, he asked Tessarion to send Aegon Targaryen (later known as ‘The Conqueror’) a vision of what she had seen. Balerion knew he couldn’t make things right in the North and he would rather let every dead soul in the world turn into mindless ghouls than admit the mistake he’d made. He only had to hope the Targaryens would make things right and that the gods wouldn’t ask too many questions about it.