(Third person pov )
Weakened and insane, the monster roamed the earth, desperate for salvation from its madness.
Driven by insatiable hunger yet reluctant to feed further, the creature stumbled on, haunted by the fear of empowering its fractured personalities.
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Initially disregarding this...soul cancer...the monster saw it as a potential advantage, unaware of the impending complications... It was dormant for a long time, not going against its desires…taking its time, strengthening itself, and waiting for a chance to strike…
Nevertheless, undeterred by the unexpected twist, the monster remained resolute, refusing to yield to the internal conflict that now beset its being.
The Hunger didn't allow as such...
And it understood that the most probable solution to its affliction lay in bolstering its own essence without inadvertently empowering the other manifestations. If its core essence grew strong enough, it could overcome the others and prevail...
However, utilizing humans for this purpose posed a significant problem. Each human consciousness it devoured also served to fortify one of its facets, be it the First Ones or those newly birthed, depending on the consumed human's most similar facet.
Thus...it required an alternative means of sustenance...
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The monster traversed the vast expanse of Essos, its steps shaking the very earth beneath it as it journeyed through dense forests, arid deserts, and towering mountains. Its relentless search led it to encounter a myriad of mythical creatures, each possessing an edible soul of its own...
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Venturing into the verdant forests of what would later be known as the Dothraki Sea, the monster stumbled upon a herd of majestic unicorns, their gleaming horns radiating with otherworldly power. However, their souls proved too pure and untainted, feeding more into one of its aspects than into itself...
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Delving into the depths of the Shivering Sea, the monster came across a colony of mermaids, their haunting melodies luring sailors to their doom. Yet, as it devoured their souls, it found them lacking the potency it sought, their essence too diluted by the sea's depths...they were too weak...
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Continuing its journey across the Red Waste, the monster encountered a fierce manticore, its venomous sting and barbed tail posing a formidable challenge. Yet, despite the creature's ferocity, its soul failed to satisfy the monster's insatiable hunger, its essence tainted by fear and desperation...and yet it was the best meal it had eaten in the past few years...
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In the treacherous waters of the Smoking Sea, the monster faced off against a colossal Kraken, its tentacles thrashing wildly as it defended its territory. Yet, even as it consumed the Kraken's soul, the monster found it lacking the depth and complexity it sought, its essence too primal and instinctual...but at least it took pleasure in watching its aspects recoil at the memories absorbed from the beast...
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Navigating the depths of the Summer Sea, the monster clashed with a mighty Leviathan, its massive form dwarfing ships and swallowing whole schools of fish. Yet, as it feasted upon the Leviathan's soul, the monster discovered it to be too vast and overwhelming, its essence overwhelming to the point of suffocation...It had to forcefully cut away a portion of its soul and watched as the leviathan's ancient consciousness took hold inside of it...it turned into a fish and swam away...
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And so, the monster continued its journey across Essos and beyond, relentless in its pursuit of souls potent enough to quench its unending thirst and hunger... driving it ever onward in search of ultimate power... and it finally found that which it sought...
A tribe of living trees...the Children of the Forest...
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(Negary pov )
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My flesh golem sat stoically amidst the ruins of the Hall of Faces, its neck lacking any scars, looking unscathed by the chaos that had unfolded.
One notable aspect was the absence of the cage of darkness that had previously threatened to entomb me...allowing for a more ,,peaceful,, atmosphere to settle in the hall...if one were to ignore the charred remains of the Faceless scattered all over the place alongside mountains of rubble...
I did not care about the scenery though.
Absorbing soul energy channeled from my main soul in Westeros, I sat in rapt attention, fixated on the shadowy figure before me. The darkness seemed to swirl around its form, accentuating the otherworldly aura emanating from it as it spoke.
"The Children are...were plant spirits who gained sentience over hundreds of years of existence, and their essence was just diluted enough that the Monster could consume them without any repercussions..."
I offered a noncommittal hum, urging her to go on.
'The situation was salvaged in the end... but how the fuck did my plans end up so derailed?' I wondered as the s̶p̶i̶r̶i̶t̶ FREAKING MAIDEN continued with her story, her avatar twitching slightly as she manipulated mana to generate speech.
'This should have been a simple hunt of a few faceless, netting me a few new skills and new knowledge... and I ended up blackmailing this world's closest thing to a god...' And indeed, the only reason my split soul was still alive were the words I uttered the moment The Maiden's avatar cut off my Golem's head...
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"If my demise comes at your hand, rest assured, the other demon will learn of it, and it shall join your adversaries..."
"You are Bluffing" She said, or something along those lines.
"I swear on my soul that I am not" Was my reply.
And I really wasn't lying...since the deal with the Three-Eyed Raven I made back in Winterfell only implied that I provide help against the Undead Army equivalent to the value of the magic I was taught by Leaf.
But who got to decide something so arbitrary as ,,value,,? The Three-Eyed Raven? Of course not, he had nothing to do with this deal...this was squarely between me and the one teaching me, namely Leaf.'
And because Leaf literally sold her freedom to me in exchange for strength, I could claim that everything she taught me was worthless, command her to agree with me (gotta love them loopholes), and then Kill Daenerys and her dragons, allowing the Night King to destroy the world, should the need arise.
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In short, I threatened a fake god with aiding their enemy, risking half my soul and a big part of my plans... Initially, I was only about 30 percent sure it would work, but the percentage skyrocketed the moment she emanated such disdain when I asked if she was allied with the Night King. Reckless, sure, but who can argue with results?
'Because it fucking worked'
She stopped trying to kill me (almost) instantly.
Then, we brokered a ,,non-aggression treaty,, and through some deft negotiation, I secured a small exchange of information. Specifically, I asked for everything she knew about the Night King.
'But why is she recounting her life story?' I pondered, although I was fairly certain of the answer already...
"But the Children were no mere weaklings... Their magic surpassed anything the monster had ever encountered, capable of shaping the very continent they inhabited...But they had their own adversaries...The First Men waged an endless war against the Children, countering their quality with sheer quantity, skillfully employing their weaker magic to weaken their foes..."
The voice paused briefly, the avatar's head drooping slightly as if weighed down by an unshakeable sorrow that transcended the passage of time.
But then she continued nonetheless, casting aside the veil of sadness that descended upon her.
"And so the Monster decided to be sneaky, to avoid direct confrontation with those that could destroy it once and for all...instead...it forged a Dagger..."
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