The Necromancer King (A Game Of Thrones)

Awakening

Aerion laid in his luxurious bed that once belonged to one of the most prestigious magisters in Pentos. Unfortunately, that certain magister was foolish enough to defy him... and you know the rest. However, unlike most nights, Aerion looked ill. There were moments where he was colder than ice and seemed to be dead... then he would suddenly rise to an absurd temperature before returning back to normal. Then he would return to being ice cold and the loop would continue. Not once did he open his eyes or show signs of recovery which was very concerning, especially to those closest to him.

Soon enough, Aerion's ill state began to affect the undead. The skeletons became less responsive and their fire began to dwindle day by day. It took a longer period of time for the greater undead to be affected but, nevertheless, they grew weaker in the end. As the weeks passed, only the mighty Soul Knights seemed to be doing fine.

After a while, Aerion's khalasar started to split once more due to his absence. Now, from forty-thousand riders, only ten thousand remained. A ko was chosen by the remaining riders to command them until Aerion became well again. This led to some stability which was certainly needed at the rather dire situation.

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296 AC, a week from the fall of the Second Moon.

Jaime Lannister sat beside Aerion, as he usually would every day since he entered this strange state. As the Lord Commander of Aerion's Kingsguard, that was his duty... yet he would have done the very same whether he was a member of the Kingsguard or not.

"Is this the Father's judgement?" Jaime wondered as he felt Aerion's cold temperature. "Is this justice?"

To give power and then take it away at a whim... he never was the holiest child, not after the sack of King's Landing. Yet he always acted with a greater goal in mind and used the power given to him to help achieve those goals, one step at a time.

He killed many using his gift... but there was always a clear reason.

Jaime thought.

Meanwhile, the being of boundless strength observed the world once more. The sky had been cleared of all clouds as the heavenly blue sky was revealed along with the radiant sun.

Within a single moment, he became aware of everything he wished to know at the comfort of his Divine Palace. The Transcendent Being was a rather busy man who wished to be clear of any necessary thoughts, after all.

"Jocelyn Baratheon... hm, how intriguing." He chuckled before drinking some of his wine and descending onto the world.

The first place he visited was Old Valyria, where the next trial would begin. Suddenly, the ruins of Valyria were replaced with the Valyria of old in all of its beauty. It was as if the Doom had never struck... the only difference was that the Transcendent Being had yet to return the dead from that time.

Would that be too much?

The Transcendent Being wondered as the dragon lords of old began to walk Valyria once more, followed by the revival of their colossal dragons. They were restricted to the dimension he had formed, one which only Aerion could enter. Meanwhile, every other person would only find the rather depressing ruins of Valyria.

He littered the massive city with various rewards, most of which Aerion would have a very hard time finding anywhere else. Some of these rewards could not even be found anywhere else.

Once he was satisfied with his creation, the Transcendent Being appeared beyond the wall where the Night King was beginning to act after centuries of slumber. White walkers were starting to emerge yet news of their return did not reach far.