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Lux looked over the remaining crowd after his minions dragged away those he'd ordered executed: women and children, along with a few older teens. He'd quickly scanned their minds, finding that none had fallen too far into cannibalism and shouldn't be a problem later on.

Rose was a mess. This would either break her or make her stronger. Either way, he didn't care. Lux didn't want to waste his time with a naive hero type, so this worked for his interests.

Still, seeing the pretty girl crying, he let Aurora out, the golden puppy rushing over to comfort the young witch. Aurora seemed to have a soft spot for Rose. Hopefully, the little fluffball would help her get over it.

Turning back to the crowd, Lux figured he should get things sorted so he could start the reconstruction of his new home.

"Alright, now that your lord is dead, who's considered in charge here?" Lux asked the trembling group, making them back away now that the man responsible for their misery was directly addressing them.

Of course, none of them could muster up the courage to speak, but after a moment, and likely because they'd noticed his irritated look, one of the middle-aged women stepped forward, head lowered, bowing at the waist.

"M-M'lord, Lord Magnar's lady wife is in her quarters," she stammered.

"Well… someone go and bring her here," Lux rolled his eyes at having to deal with these small folk who could barely string a sentence together.

Taking the opportunity, the woman eagerly skedaddled from his presence. Lux waited in a somewhat awkward silence until a different plain-looking woman carrying an infant in one arm and holding the hand of a young child with the other walked out of the keep, her only remarkable features being the massive mammaries the baby was nestled against.

"Lady Magnar, I presume," he asked as the woman scowled at him.

"Is this the part where you finish off my family's line?" she bristled, making him smile.

Lux didn't mind the woman's attitude; he was simply pleased that someone could at least look him in the eye while speaking to him.

"My lady, that depends completely on the choices you make. I do believe we could come to an arrangement that would ensure you and your children's survival past this day."

"I won't be warming your bed if that's what you're asking," Lady Magnar scowled, Lux's eye twitching at the accusation.

Was this bitch serious? Being his bed warmer would be the highest honor the woman could possibly achieve in her insignificant life. Maybe he should bend her over right now infront of all her people.

No… Calm down, Lux. She's not worth it. She doesn't know better. Really, what could he expect? Sure, she might be a tad more educated than the rest of the savages of this land, but a savage is still a savage.

Still, he probably wouldn't let that comment slide. Like he'd said, the woman was nothing special, but maybe he could get some use out of those fat tits of hers when he gets bored.

Lux put on a fake smile. "Of course not, My Lady. I simply ask that you continue performing your duties to keep this house in running order," he stated matter-of-factly.

Lux figured he'd have an easier time dealing with the remaining locals if he used their Lady to convey his orders. And with a look into her eyes, he knew the fact that her children would blatantly be held hostage would prevent any funny business.

The Lady of the keep nodded, seeming to come to a decision. "If I have your word that I and my children will go unharmed, then I would be agreeable to such an arrangement," she politely answered, making him think that she'd started to understand her position. "May I know the name of our new esteemed Lord," she continued, back to her earlier derisive tone, making him take back those thoughts.

He paused, realizing he should probably come up with a surname. People of this world would assume he was a commoner or a bastard if he didn't have one. Okay, technically he was a bastard, but he figured it was a little different when your parents were gods.

The name he'd been given was Latin for 'light', so he might as well stick with the theme.

"My name is Lux Tenebris. For your family's sake, I'm glad you made the correct decision," he said, receiving an odd, almost contemptible look from the lady.

"That's not a name I'm familiar with. Shall I presume you to be a Southron lord?" she asked, unable to keep the venom out of her voice.

Lux chuckled. "You would be wrong, my lady, and nor am I from the east, for I am a god, descended from the heavens, with the mission to shepherd the lost onto the correct path," he proclaimed, receiving only crickets and the faint rustle of foliage in response. Rose scoffed next to him, and he was pretty sure he even heard Noir snort in amusement off in the distance.

Fucking ye of little faith, Lux complained to himself. Fine, he'd just have to show these peons a miracle.

He'd spent some time improving his healing magic while not having his fun time with Bella. He figured this next move would soon have these locals groveling at his feet, worshiping him in no time.

Summoning his golden seal over one hand, Lux tossed it toward the injured small folk, the circle expanding above the group before golden light bathed the slightly panicked people.

Wounds closed, limbs regrew, and malnutrition was cured in front of their disbelieving eyes.

Lux decided to leave his new people to stew in their awe, giving his undead a few orders before getting to work rebuilding the wooden keep.

A New God's Conquest

Rose still didn't quite know how she felt about all of this. On one hand, Lux was responsible for countless deaths; on the other, they were the deaths of savage cannibals.

After Lux handed her an enchanted necklace that translated to and from the local language, she started to believe that, while brutal, what he did was necessary.

It hadn't been long since the hostile takeover, but the people were already praising him as the benevolent god he claimed to be.

An obvious lie told to gain power in this world that seemed to lack the magic of her own. But when a man walks in healing mortal wounds and handing out more food than they could even imagine, Rose couldn't blame the uneducated commoners for coming to that conclusion.

The reverence they had for their new lord even extended to the people around him, and while she'd been used to the fame of being the 'Girl Who Lived,' this was on a completely different level.

They wouldn't stop calling her Lady Rose, and the amount of clothes, handcrafted trinkets, and stitched embroidery she'd been gifted was starting to pile up.

She had thought it odd that the remaining women and children so readily accepted him as their liege after he'd murdered their husbands and fathers, but this was a society that, for years, had been forced to cannibalize the young and elderly. The genocide their new lord committed was likely put to the back of their mind now that they could go to sleep with full stomachs.

This was a part of the reason she'd been stuck accepting so many gifts. Food was freely handed out, and what she now figured out were his undead soldiers handled the majority of labor. There really wasn't much for the women and children to do.

From what Rose had learned about this land she ended up on, Skagos was a large island with two other lords controlling similar amounts of land.

Over the days, she'd noticed more and more of Lux's obsidian-skinned undead leaving what now could be considered a castle and not coming back. It was obvious to her, based on his actions and the way he held himself, that the mysterious teen, who only looked to be her age, wouldn't settle for this small plot of land he'd claimed.

Rose could only hope that as few innocents as possible would be caught up in the violence and, hopefully, in the years to come, the prosperity created would make up for all the deaths.

A New God's Conquest

His long-laid plans were falling apart, and he knew exactly who was responsible.

The song had already been sung, and everything was moving along as it should until a discordant note appeared in a land that otherwise wouldn't have played a significant role in the events meant to be.

Now, the future was foggy, and he was sure the three with powers he couldn't see through were the sole reason.

If it were simply the two witches, he was confident he could at least work around them, but it was the boy that put him on edge.

Every time he tried to glimpse the cause of all his problems, whether through his Greensight or using his animals, the child's piercing gaze seemed to reach him, even far off in his distant hideaway behind countless magical wards placed by the Children he controlled.

Hope wasn't completely lost, though. Westeros, then the world, would all be his; he just needed to lure the odd boy into his domain.

A New God's Conquest

Lux walked through the small town slowly popping up around his new castle. Refugees from the towns his undead left in ruins were still trickling in every day.

Soon, the majority of the island's inhabitants would be centered in a single place, making it easier to control his subjects.

Before the massacre, the large island was sparsely inhabited by no more than fifty thousand men and women.

Normally, the chaos of such a large population moving to a single area would cause countless deaths from famine and disease, but that wouldn't be an issue with his magic.

Sure, he had to spend valuable time from his day handling all the small things, but he was already working on plans to decrease his workload.

He had far more undead than he needed to keep the island on lockdown and moved them to farming. More importantly, the untapped resources hiding in the many mountains would be his for the taking. His undead made excellent miners, not needing light to see or air to breathe.

Yes, he could just snap his fingers and create all the food and mundane minerals he could want from thin air, but that would be his valuable time wasted when he could be doing better things.

Just because he could snap his fingers and solve most problems, he still wanted the kingdom he was creating to be somewhat self-sufficient.

Lux didn't have any grand plans of attempting to build an educated workforce. Unless he used all his time and a lot of magic, something like that would take generations. At most, he was likely going to import some advanced trades like smithing and masonry from Essos.

That was his plan for the masses. For his private force, Lux had already started scouting for those with magical potential, finding a decent amount of Wargs in his land. The ones he decided to teach magic would likely double as his bureaucrats, their payment for his teaching being eternal paperwork slaves.

The only reason he hadn't started teaching yet was the fact that his Essence of the Archmage would allow him to teach people of this world with magic potential magic that was actually useful. Sure, controlling an animal was cool and all, but when compared to wizarding magic, it seemed kinda lackluster.

Not wanting to be the only one able to teach, he'd started working on a ritual that, in theory, would ignite the magical potential a person held in their blood, allowing them to naturally perform wizarding magic without his Essence doing all the work.

His testing would soon be done, and that meant he could put Bella to work as a professor. He just needed to test things out and ensure a person's natural abilities like Warging would still be kept after the ritual.

Reaching the outskirts of his town, Lux smiled to himself, seeing a crow perched on a tree.

He figured it was about time to deal with his little voyeur.

A New God's Conquest

Weirwoods were an interesting magical lifeform, something he was looking forward to studying, Lux thought, standing in the Godswood behind his castle.

But that could wait for another time. Now, he was going to have words with the man, or thing, that was trying to intrude on his privacy.

Lux placed a hand on the tree's pale-white face, his mind being pulled into a twisted mess that was the Weirwood's magical network, hearing an ominous laugh echoing through his mind.

"Boy, I didn't think you'd be foolish enough to enter my realm. You've only hastened your end," the voice he figured was that of the last Greenseer said, making him chuckle.

"I think you've got that wrong… I'm not locked in here with you, you're locked in here with me."

Heh, he'd always wanted to say that.

"The young are always so brash," the disembodied voice lamented, clearly overestimating himself.

After those words, Lux could feel the thing trying to pressure his mind and soul.

And he said 'thing' because he could tell that the Three-Eyed Crow wasn't human any longer. Instead, it was a corrupted conglomeration of souls bathed in hatred, all working toward a single purpose: taking over the world.

Well, hold on one minute. Lux couldn't have any of that now. There was only room for one megalomaniac around here.

Going on the offensive, Lux let his presence run wild, tearing through the flimsy domain created by the Crow, sending it running with its tail between its legs, but not before finding its body's location.

Leaving the tree's magical plane, Lux took a step, Apparating into a vast cave, the walls lined with roots, a man looking like a withered husk sitting in the center.

"Nothing more than a mortal trying to play god," Lux sneered, walking up to the body and prying a withered eyelid open to get a deeper look into its memories.

The thing definitely wasn't Brynden Rivers anymore. He'd always thought there was something fishy about the Three-Eyed Crow in the show and books.

By now he'd figured out that the history of this world was closer to that shown in the books, and he'd never gotten to the end, but if the show was anything to go by, it wasn't Bran Stark that left the cave, and it was likely the Crow that ended up winning the game of thrones.

With a quick walk through the thing's mind, he found that it was another creation by the Children of the Forest, and surprise, surprise, it turned on them like the Night King, forcing them to do its bidding.

Lux created a holy sword of light, stabbing the creature. The body disintegrated to ash while its tainted mess of a soul was purified out of existence.

After getting that over with, he noticed small heads peeking out from the many branches, each with nut-brown skin and varied hair colors.

One of the more feminine-looking ones with red and gold hair jumped down, bowing slightly at the waist.

"We thank you, human, for freeing us from the clutches of that monster."

Lux rolled his eyes. "Don't be so quick to thank me. I still haven't decided what to do with you lot," he said, making the little elf-like girl tilt her head. "Twice, you've created threats that endanger this world, and one of them is still out there."

Now the small girl was starting to back away. She didn't expect him to know the sins they'd committed.

Lux knew that the Children had a form of teleportation that allowed them to travel between the Weirwoods, but the magic cast by the Three-Eyed Crow was still up, keeping them trapped in this cave.

"Human, you have no right to judge us. This is our land," she managed to muster up the courage to say, even knowing she was greatly outmatched. The person who so easily ended the life of their captor wasn't someone they wanted to mess with.

"Correction, it was your land, and now this is what's come of your species, left to hide away like pests from the predators of your own creation," Lux mocked, seeing the anger on their little faces before continuing. "And now your fate rests in my hands. So tell me, do I really not have the right to judge?"

Lux found the many emotions crossing her face very amusing and cute. Almost like she was going through the seven stages of grief until she finally landed on acceptance.

"What would you have us do?" she asked, making him smile.

"You all shall willingly enter into a blood pact with myself. That way, I can make sure you don't end up creating the apocalypse or something worse on accident," Lux offered, getting a few shouts of anger from the Children further back.

The girl who had the task of talking to him also didn't seem pleased, but it looked like she knew when she was outmatched.

"My Lord, will you give us a moment to discuss this?"

Lux nodded, the little elf hopping over to the others, talking in their weird language they probably thought he couldn't understand.

Already, a few of the Children were plotting his death or planning to backstab him when he least expected it.

Lux made another light sword. His patience was running out. Targeting a male elf who was fervently pushing for them to try and kill him, he sent the blade flying, the little guy not even knowing what had happened until his head hit the ground.

The others looked at him in horror and fear, all while Lux impatiently tapped his foot, urging them to come to a decision.

Taking the hint, the group of twenty-eight little elves approached, heads lowered.

"We will go along with your offer," the same female elf he'd been talking to said, her voice almost a whisper.

"Perfect. Now I'll just need each of you to hand over seven drops of blood."

Summoning a bowl and a knife, the collection went without a hitch, likely because the remaining elves didn't want to lose their heads.

Unfortunately for them, the blood pact he had in mind wasn't as simple as he made it sound.

You see, house elves were such useful creatures, and he wanted to get his hands on a few to handle the daily chores.

He knew that the house elves from the wizarding world were normal enough looking before the dark ritual that bound them to wizards as slaves and was looking forward to seeing what effect, if any, being bound to a god would have on the elves of this world.

The ritual was nothing complicated for him, and after it was done, it seemed the little fellas noticed something was wrong.

Too bad, because now they were forever bound to him, their loyalty enforced by the binding ritual.

House elves get. Today had been a productive day, he thought, patting the dust off his shoulder.

Bellatrix sat relaxed in the castle's library, going over the lesson plans her master had given her, one of the useful little creatures he'd brought back rubbing scented oils onto her elegant feet.

Leave it to her master, subjugating an entire race of magical creatures within months of arriving in this world to replace the house elves she'd been so accustomed to. Not to mention, these little ones were far more pleasant to the eyes than the disgusting things back in her world.

Bella scowled, looking at the cute elf rubbing her feet. They already had an unworldly beauty to them, and after bonding with her master's magnificent magic, they'd only become more attractive. She had no doubt that a few would end up in his bed sooner or later.

Interestingly enough, she'd noticed the nut-brown skin they seemed to share beginning to lighten in some and become darker in others. For the darkening ones, she could clearly sense their dissatisfaction at the role they'd been forced into.

However, that dissatisfaction did seem to lessen when their strength and magic continually increased with the bond. She figured they'd get over it eventually. They'd soon realize that, even as servants of her lord, their position would be far above anything they could have ever reached on their own.

She shook her head. Her only duty in life was to fulfill her master's desires, and if that meant tracking down even more of the little buggers to warm his bed, then that's what she would do.

Bella placed a hand on her belly. She was already blessed with a gift she didn't dare imagine being worthy of as a lowly slave, but her master disagreed. While wrapped in his arms after a passionate night, he had told her, "There're many reasons I might leave a wife in the future, but a loyal slave will always have a place by my side. Remember that, my Bella, you're mine, now and forever."

Remembering those words filled her with butterflies every time. She would never be able to repay her master for what he's done for her. She could only give herself entirely to the man she loved beyond all else.

Just stealing her away from her previously unworthy master and fixing her mind would have been enough to ensure her loyalty, but this life growing inside her… was something Bella didn't know she'd been missing all this time. She wasn't even showing yet, but the connection she felt was undeniable.

"Your tea, my lady," she heard from her side, the soft voice interrupting her pleasant thoughts.

She giggled, looking at the male elf dressed as a little butler holding a silver platter with a cup of tea on top. It seemed her master was having some fun dressing up the servants: the few males wearing dapper suits while the girls were dressed as French maids.

Bella took the offered cup, dismissing the butler and taking a long sip of the delicious drink before getting back to the lesson plan she still needed to go over.

It actually ended up being extraordinarily fortuitous that her master found these magical creatures when he did.

They'd been planning on teaching the few locals with magical talent what little wandless magic they could. Of course, with her master's genius, the ritual made controlling their magic far easier than what would be expected from witches and wizards just entering Hogwarts.

Still, even though teaching wandless magic wouldn't be a hardship, having a magical focus would significantly speed up the learning process.

Luckily, a strand of hair from the elves of this world made for a decent enough wand core. The locals, in particular, gained a strong connection with a wand made from the material.

While playing professor definitely wasn't something she was looking forward to, especially for a bunch of medieval commoners who couldn't even read or write, her master had promised her a special reward as long as she didn't maim more than a few of her students. For that, Bella would become the best damn professor this world had ever seen. Just thinking about getting that reward had her rubbing her thighs together in anticipation.

A New God's Conquest

Aurora happily trotted along, taking in all the praises of the townsfolk with Rose at her side.

She knew that the young witch was still coming to terms with how her father had handled this whole mess and figured dragging the girl along on her patrols would make her feel better.

Sure, Aurora knew that her Pops could be a baddie, but at the end of the day, she would always take his side. Besides, just her patrolling the town and helping those in need by drawing on her father's holy powers gave his subjects a better life than the vast majority of this world.

Stopping, Aurora turned to a woman frantically running in their direction with a bundle of cloth held tight to her chest before dropping to her knees in front of them.

"P-Please, Lady Aurora… it's my babe… she's with fever," the young mother begged, making her nod and gently move aside the blanket with a paw, exposing a tiny red face, breaths labored.

Aurora wouldn't let this innocent child suffer, and after connecting with her father's immense power, she laid a paw on the infant's head, the golden glow bringing her to perfect health.

"Bless you… Bless you, Lady Aurora, I will never forget this kindness," the mother continued praising, making her frown. This gratitude should be directed to her father, the one lending his power to her.

Aurora gave Rose a look. She knew what she was supposed to do, but the girl always seemed embarrassed to convey her words for whatever reason. Still, she batted the witch's leg, telling her to get on with it.

"Erm… Lady Aurora says it's by the grace of her father, Lord Lux, that your child was healed on this day."

Albeit awkward, Rose at least got the message across, the woman fervently nodding.

"Yes, yes, of course. I'll send my deepest prayers and gratitude to His Grace."

Satisfied, Aurora continued on her patrol, healing a dozen or so more locals, Rose acting as her voice.

While Rose acted all bashful, Aurora knew that the girl was happy seeing the townsfolk prospering and hoped she would get back to herself soon.

Finishing for the day, the two made their way back to the over-the-top castle her father had whipped up within a few days, surprised to see the mentioned person waiting at the gate.

Rose was somewhat nervous. She'd been avoiding Lux as much as she could since moving from their original camp, but seeing those captivating black and gold eyes meeting hers, she knew she wouldn't be allowed to dodge him this time.

The too-cute-for-her-own-good wolf pup left her side, jumping into the arms of the too-handsome-for-his-own-good teen, still looking at her, waiting for her to muster up the courage to approach.

"H-Hello, Lux," she bit the bullet, still managing to bugger up her greeting.

"Rose, let's go for a walk. I think we should clear the air between us," he held out a hand, flashing that gorgeous smile of his, making her look away, trying to hide the blush growing on her face.

She could only nod, carefully taking his hand before the space around the three warped, depositing them in a lush, flowery meadow. By the landscape, she knew this shouldn't be far from the castle; however, the temperature was completely different from the cold they'd just been standing in.

"Like it? I've been working on wardstones to control the nearby climate," Lux asked her, knocking her out of her shock.

"Yeah, I have to admit, the constant cold and snow has been getting old," she smiled.

Rose couldn't help but miss the relationship she felt she'd messed up by ignoring Lux.

Her time spent with Aurora and the villagers really did hammer in how much better off they were under his rule.

On top of the cannibalism, she'd heard horror stories of lords claiming the first night, human sacrifices to the heart trees, and luring passing ships to their destruction with false lights.

Rose just didn't know how to go about fixing the relationship she'd mucked up. After all, she'd only had two real friends in her life before arriving on this new planet, and it had always been up to Hermione to patch up any fights their little group had.

But now it seemed that Lux was taking the initiative, and she wouldn't blow this chance to return to being friends.

"Good, I'm glad, but let me be honest, talking about the weather wasn't the reason I brought you out here," he said, making her nod. She liked that he wouldn't be beating around the bush for ages.

"I figured… let me just say something first," she took a calming breath. "I can't completely agree with what you've done, but I can see how much good has come of it…" she trailed off, running out of what little courage she was able to muster.

Lux stopped as she finally noticed that he'd never let go of her hand this whole time, some interesting things being felt in her stomach at the skin contact. He turned her to the side, making her face him as he placed a warm hand on her cheek, shivering at the pleasant feeling.

"Rose, you don't need to force yourself… just know that all of this is to protect those I care about… And of course, you're one of those," Lux told her, and she nearly fainted right there.

Was this a confession? She knew some boys had feelings for her, but with all the nonsense she had to go through each year, she never paid much attention to any of that.

She shivered, thinking about the crush Ron clearly had on her during their last year. Yeah, that was never going to happen.

Shaking those disturbing thoughts off, Rose got back to the current situation, Lux's hand on her cheek, looking deeply into her green eyes, not bothering to try stopping her blush this time.

Could she imagine being romantically involved with this man? Yes, yes she could. She didn't know how long they'd be stuck in this world, and she highly doubted any of this world's medieval men would be a good match for herself.

"T-Thank you, Lux… I care about you too," she managed to say, closing her eyes and tilting her head up.

And like she'd been hoping for, she felt another pair of warm lips meeting her own, his arms wrapping around her back as he pulled her into a passionate embrace.

This was far too easy, Lux thought, deepening the first kiss he'd stolen. He wasn't going to take this any further; rather, he'd enjoy his time making the attention-starved girl completely dependent on him.

A New God's Conquest

Bella huffed, walking through the castle's corridors, an almost perfect replica of Hogwarts.

She'd just finished her first lesson with the unruly bunch and could only thank her master that the group was made up of older teens. For now, her master wanted those that would be of immediate use to be trained first. Hopefully, she could convince him to have someone else be put in charge of teaching the younger ones in the future.

Entering the grand staircase, Bella waited for the stairs to align themselves, pleased that these ones were enchanted to take you where you needed to be. She'd gotten a few detentions back in the day for attempting to blow up the staircases when they would lead her to the completely wrong floor.

Reaching what her master called his man cave, which was just where the Slytherin common room had been, she entered to find him at his workbench, carving runes into a stone. She didn't have the faintest idea of what was being created.

Bella knew her master had likely been down here working all day, so she felt it was her duty to make sure he got the proper rest and relaxation he needed.

"Master, you've been working so hard. Allow me to help you unwind," she purred into his ear, his strong hand reaching up to run through her wavy hair.

"Hmm… Yeah, you're right. I could use a break," he agreed, turning to wrap her in his arms, lips lowering to suck on her supple neck.

Merlin, it felt so good to be in his clutches. Bella knew Lux was the strongest, and that just got her juices flowing.

As he continued taking liberties with her body, she led him over to the room's lavish couch at the side, sitting him down before straddling his waist.

Bella tore at the clothes preventing her from touching her master's perfect body, knowing he could easily fix anything she ruined in her haste.

Shoving her panties aside, she took his magnificent caramel cock in hand, grinding it along her already-soaked sex, her master's fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.

Just as things were starting to heat up, Bella scowled, the room's door flinging open as that fat bitch who was the wife of this land's deceased lord waddled in.

Bella didn't know why her master hadn't just gotten rid of the woman who didn't seem to know her place; not showing her master the respect and reverence he deserved.

She saw the woman put on a scowl of her own as she cleared her throat.

"If you could put this debauchery on hold for a moment, there're some concerns the smallfolk have that we need to go over," the bitch complained, flipping through a few sheets of paper.

"Mmmmph… carry on, I'm paying attention," her master mumbled, his mouth latched onto one of her light pink nipples.

"Tch, do you think I want to stand here watching this depravity," the bitch said, making her finally lose it.

Standing up, her sexy nipple popped out of her master's mouth, and that more than anything enraged her; knowing that her master's time using her body was cut off because of this bitch.

Bella grabbed a handful of the shorter woman's mousey brown hair, bending down to look her in the eyes. What was her name again? Gera or something? Whatever, it didn't matter.

"I've had enough of your drivel. I think it's about time you learned your place," she growled, making the woman tremble and try to back away.

"M-my Lady, I apologize for the offense," Gera immediately backpedaled, remembering the power difference at play.

Bella didn't care about any of the woman's pleas, dragging her over to the couch and shoving the bitch down between her master's spread legs.

"Now, you'll learn how to properly use that bitchy mouth of yours," she grinned at the trembling woman.

"M-my Lord, you promised I wouldn't have to warm your bed," the woman decided to plead to her master.

"And you would be right…" her master said, making her dejectedly frown while the woman at his knees sighed in relief. "But I never claimed you wouldn't be punished for that venomous tongue of yours," he continued, Bella's wicked grin returning.

Bella knelt behind the mouthy bitch before tearing her blouse down the middle, the outrageous tits with equally large, brown nipples popping out, the overly large breasts sagging to the woman's belly button.

She knew that the woman wouldn't know how to please her master so she'd just have to take things into her own hands… literally. She internally laughed at her quip as she hefted the large sacks onto her master's crotch.

Her master groaned as his cock, already lubed up with her pussy juices, disappeared between the bobbing tit flesh.

The woman was nothing to look at, not when her master had a beauty like herself at his disposal, but she knew that degrading the woman was exciting enough for the both of them.

And like she thought, it didn't take long for her master's first climax as she pressed the woman's tits to his base, his tip just poking out as she angled his release to cover the bitchy woman's face. Now she should understand her position, Bella thought.

"Leave now," Bella ordered, satisfied with seeing the woman's face covered in cum and tears as she hastily left the room.

"Bella, after that display, you better believe I'm nowhere near satisfied for the night," her master told her, making her smile.

She knew her master was insatiable to begin with and she happily vanished what little clothes remained on her body, climbing back onto his lap.

"Yes… Of course, Master… You know I'd never leave you unsatisfied," she moaned, the tip of his cock placed against her soaked slit.

Dropping down, Bella let out a scream of pure rapture. No matter how many times she took the wonderful manhood into her body, she couldn't get enough.

After finishing once with his slave riding his lap, Lux bent the sexy witch over the corner of the couch, immediately sheathing himself back into the cum filled cunt from behind.

Watching Bella put the previous lord's wife in her place really got him going. Lux really didn't care about the woman's attitude, but it was entertaining to watch Bella get upset. Today just happened to be the day that Bella's patience ran out to the benefit of his pleasure. He had to admit, those gigantic tits felt pretty nice around his dick.

Gwenell hummed a happy tune, tossing ingredients in a pot for tonight's stew, smiling at her two darling girls carefreely playing with their dolls.

Before the new Lord–a true god descended onto the mortal plane–blessed them with his rule, she would have never imagined enjoying a full belly every night and allowing her little ones to behave as children should.

Her daughters were fast reaching womanhood, and not too long ago she'd been worrying about them getting stolen away one night. Now, however, stealing wives was put to an end by the mercy of His Grace. The first men who tempted the new law were immediately hunted down by the Lord's warriors and hung in the town square.

Gwenell heard the door open, turning to see her oldest child and only son walk in. She'd been worried about the lad. He hadn't taken well to the loss of his father, and she feared he may be bitter toward their Lord and Savior.

Of course, she too grieved the loss of her husband, but she was only fond of him as much as possible considering she, like her mother before her, had been stolen as the man's wife.

She had no true love for the man; the only good thing from their pairing was the children she loved with all her heart. Her son, though, looked up to his father as a role model, and she feared he'd soon go down the wrong path.

Gwenell frowned, her son had brushed past her without so much as a word.

She cleared her throat. "Arik, what have you been up to today?"

"...Nothing."

Children these days, she scoffed. "Have you heard the news? His Grace will be opening the Divine Realm to those in need of work," she asked her son who was still trying to ignore her.

"Why would I care?" he replied, making her brows furrow.

"You should care so you can get off your lazy rear and be a productive member of this town," she scolded, beginning to tire of this boy's attitude.

"Why bother? Food is freely handed out," her son said.

"The Lord blessed us with these gifts to get us through hard times. Now it's our turn to prove our own worth."

"It was our so-called Lord that put us in these hard times to begin with!" he burst out, making her pause.

Gwenell couldn't believe her ears. How could a child of her own speak such blasphemy?

She knew what she had to do. It would break her heart, but she wouldn't tolerate this heresy under her roof.

Cries of pain rang out from the small house, and she was sure all the neighbors would hear. They would understand though; this wasn't the first time an unruly child had to be taught a lesson.

As her wooden ladle continued slapping her child upside the head, his cries for mercy went unheard.

"The… Lord… Giveth… And… He… Can… Taketh… Away…" she shouted between each strike, her son whimpering in the corner. Luckily she'd sent her daughters to their rooms so they wouldn't have to see such a sight.

"Okay, Ma, I'll go and work for our Lord," her son pleaded, making her stop mid-swing.

Gwenell put on a pleasant smile and patted her son's bruised cheek. "Good boy. Now go and get some rest before supper," she praised.

She went back to the pot of stew, picking up the merry tune she'd been humming. She'd done the Lord's work today, she thought to herself.

A New God's Conquest

Bellatrix rubbed her bulging belly. Any day now, she could go into labor, and she couldn't wait to bless this world with a child from the divine loins of her master. Bella could already imagine it: this would just be the first, and soon she'd be able to revive her fallen family. Her master had already promised her that their children could take her family name if she desired—not the damnable Lestrange, but rather the noble House of Black. She'd do her best to single-handedly repopulate her house.

Besides her fantasies of the future, Bella stretched, feeling better than ever even while so heavily pregnant. Over the months of carrying their child, she'd noticed herself changing. She was physically stronger, her magic had become far more potent, and what she was most pleased by was her ability to better keep up with her master's lust.

She smiled. Being able to spend an increasing amount of time in her master's bed had begun driving Rose crazy. It was obvious that the young girl was hopelessly in love with her master, and to her disappointment, her master never took things beyond the occasional chaste kiss.

Of course, there was no need for her master to seek other lovers, not when she was only growing into her own sexuality. Even with a belly bloated with child, her master only seemed more attracted to her new motherly figure. Still, she knew that she wouldn't be able to keep her master to herself forever, but she could at least enjoy it while it lasted.

Even with all the time spent satiating his lust, her master was, by no means, neglecting his duties as the lord of the unworthy locals. The advancements he'd made with the society that was nearly in the Stone Age were nothing short of astonishing. And that wasn't even mentioning the revolutionary magical knowledge he'd stocked the libraries full of, the students progressing far beyond what a graduate of Hogwarts would.

Just thinking about her master's greatness got her feeling a certain type of way, figuring she could arrange a special gift for tonight's activities.

"Leaf," Bella called out to thin air, the pale-skinned beauty with vibrant red, brown, and gold hair appearing with a pop.

"How may I serve, Mistress," the little elf politely bowed.

"Your presence will be required in His Grace's chamber tonight," Bella said, noticing just the slightest tremble run through the elf's petite body.

"Yes, Mistress. Is there anything else I can be of service with?" Leaf asked, making Bella smile. She did love how obedient the little creatures had become.

"That will be all for now," Bella waved off, the elf leaving with another pop.

Tonight would be fun.

A New God's Conquest

Lux sat on his golden throne in the center of the great hall, awaiting the arrival of a group of prisoners that his undead commanders had captured. He ran a hand through the soft coats of Noire and Aurora, the two wolf pups purring as much as wolf pups could.

Before the two little girls could fall asleep, their heads perked up at the same time, sniffing the air and noticing the arriving prisoners just as the doors to the great hall were pushed open.

An eyebrow rose as Lux watched his undead usher in an all-female group wearing ragged furs. He quickly scanned their surface thoughts, and the name of a tall blonde caught his attention. He hadn't expected his actions in this world to have such an effect on the greater surroundings already.

The blonde's name was Val, and unless it were a coincidence, she should be the sister of Mance Raider's wife. Other than Val, the only other woman of the ten that caught his eye was a timid-looking foreigner. If this were his past life, he'd assume the girl was Asian, but since this was Planetos, the woman—who, even covered in dirt and grime, was clearly a beauty—must be from Yi Ti.

"You are in the presence of Lux Tenebris, God of Holy Light and Eternal Darkness. Kneel before His Grace!" a girl in black robes cried out from the side. Lux rolled his eyes. This was Bella's doing; his favorite slave insisted on having one of her students on standby as a court announcer.

The wildlings scowled while the YiTish girl knelt, clearly surprised. Lux guessed the young woman was more surprised that the voice she heard came from her mother tongue, the student wearing one of his enchanted translation necklaces.

"We kneel for no one," one of the older Wildlings said, spitting on the ground. One of his undead whipped the woman in the back of the knees with his spear, making the woman unwillingly kneel with a cry of pain. His other minions immediately did the same, though less painfully, forcing those still standing to their knees with a strong hand on their shoulders.

Lux rose from his throne, the little wolves hopping down too, before walking over to the kneeling group. As he paced back and forth, deciding their fate, he thought about all the opportunities he could make out of this.

First was the fact that he finally knew the exact year from the mind of the YiTish woman: 287AC. It was honestly further back than he'd expected. Don't most fan fictions with this plot start closer to canon? Well, whatever, his life wasn't a fan fiction, so he'd just go with it. Besides, there were some fun plans he could put into motion with so much time on his hands. Soon, he'd be expanding beyond this dreary little island.

Yes, yes, it will be perfect, Lux thought, rubbing his hands together with an evil smile, not noticing the aura he was giving off putting the prisoners on edge.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat. He'd told himself that he'd try to stop cartoonishly plotting. Clearly, he was addicted and it wouldn't be so easy.

"Now, what should I do with you lot?" Lux asked himself. The group of Wildlings just growled and grumbled. The YiTish girl just had a blank look on her face. Aside from the first time hearing her language, her facial expression hadn't changed. Even without going through her memories, Lux could guess that a beauty so far from home wouldn't be having a pleasant time.

"Hmm, I have a mind to simply have you put to the sword. After all, I'm sure a bunch of savage raiders wouldn't follow my rule of the land," Lux nonchalantly pondered, making a few of the Wildlings squirm.

"If you can send us back, she's the daughter of a chieftess. I'm sure you would be rewarded," one of the smarter women bargained, the others giving her a dirty look. Presumably, they'd rather die than negotiate with someone they considered a kneeler.

"Oho, now that's something. At least one of you is somewhat intelligent," Lux mocked, and he was sure he'd have been attacked by now if not for the spears at the women's necks.

"Take the Wildlings to the dungeons," he gestured, the undead following his orders, leaving him alone with the woman from Yi Ti. He'd visit his captured Wildling princess another time.

"You may rise," Lux offered a hand. The woman hesitated but eventually took it, pulling herself to her feet. Standing a head shorter than him, Lux smiled at that. Okay, yes, he was still bitter about the fact he was still a growing boy.

"Tell me your story," he gently placed a hand on her soft cheek, some light returning to her eyes at his touch.

It was a tragic story, of course. Lux simply let the woman he now knew as Yaling get her anger at the world off her chest, letting her cry in his arms when she needed to. Simple skin contact while channeling his Holy Light was enough to keep her worries at bay.

Yaling had been sold into slavery, and her most recent owner was the captain of a Tyroshi slave vessel. Obviously, she wasn't put to work as a sailor, instead warming the captain's bed and those of anyone he allowed.

Lux knew the girl was a broken husk of her former self, and if it wasn't for his presence, she wouldn't have been able to get her story out.

He'd been wondering what changes he'd made that ended up with Val getting captured. From Yaling's story, he had a pretty good guess. After taking control of the island, Lux had his minions destroy any of the false lights lining the shore that the locals used to lure in ships.

In the normal timeline, the slaver's ship would have probably wrecked before making it beyond the Wall. How unlucky for them to have ended up doing the same on the way back anyway.

Looking at the broken woman, Lux decided he could fulfill his yearly good deed.

"Tell me, Yaling, what would you give for me to take all your pain and suffering away?" Lux asked, making her raise her head to look him in the eyes.

"Anything, My Lord," she said through her tears.

"And if I want you in your entirety?" Lux questioned.

"Then it'll be yours, My Lord."

Lux grinned. He may be doing a good deed, but he'd still take advantage of the desperate woman.

Lifting her chin, Lux placed a light kiss on his newest slave's lips, golden light surrounding her form. The dirt and grime vanished, what little scarring disappeared, and any hidden injuries healed. At the same time, his improved mental magic sealed away her time spent as a slave. She'd still remember the years, but it would be like a listener hearing it as a story without any of the intimate pain to go along.

Again, tears fell from her eyes, though this time he could tell they were filled with relief. The jade beauty was unable to contain herself, latching onto her savior like a limpet as he gently caressed her lithe back.

A New God's Conquest

Down in his man cave, Lux toiled away on another of the designs he would soon be implementing. This one, in particular, was that of an enchanted flying ship. He had already had a few of the base ships put together; now all that was left was to create the complicated runic matrices.

"Master, I have something special planned for tonight," the seductive purr of his favorite slave distracted him from his work. He had done enough for the day, he thought. Besides, he was genuinely curious about what Bella was up to.

Putting his tools aside, he wrapped the temptress in his embrace before teleporting them both onto the lavish mattress in his chambers.

Lux snapped his fingers, their clothes vanishing. He was ravenous at the moment and didn't want anything to get in the way.

Trailing a finger from Bella's lovely lips, he paused at her milk-filled breasts. He swore those things had nearly doubled in size by now. Continuing, he traced along her exceptionally round belly, the fact that his child was growing there only increased the attraction he felt toward the lovely woman.

As he finally reached her sacred garden, a knock on the door interrupted his fun, making him scowl.

"Were you expecting someone, my dear?" Lux asked, still gliding a finger along Bella's glistening folds.

"Nngh, yes, master. It seems my gift to you has arrived," she moaned her answer before hopping out of bed, sexily sashaying over to the door.

Bella opened the door, pulling in Leaf, dressed in her little French maid outfit. The petite elf did her best to avert her eyes from the scene, but all that did was increase his anticipation for what was to come.

"Well, Master, how do you like your gift?" Bella asked, having dragged the timid elf over to the foot of the bed.

"I couldn't have asked for a better one," he praised, raking his eyes over the light-skinned elf's form.

Bella started with the girl's top, slowly peeling the clothes down to reveal an almost completely flat chest topped with two tiny pink pearls.

The juxtaposition of the little elf next to the ridiculous mommy milkers Bella had out on display was a sight to behold, his cock rising to full mast. Even without Bella, Lux didn't discriminate between chest sizes. Any size got his wood to rise, and all that.

On the bright side, the interdimensional FBI wouldn't be knocking on his castle gates, considering the elf was about two hundred years old.

Bella turned Leaf around to face herself as the outfit reached the elf's tiny waist. She finally peeled the outfit over the surprisingly bubbly rear, the clothes pooling at the elf's feet.

Now that everyone was completely nude, Bella dragged the still quite as a mouse elf over to lay on the mattress.

"Master let me get you ready, we wouldn't want you to break the girl, now would we?" Bella said, reaching for his manhood before taking it between her soft lips.

He'd learned that the elves of this world only copulated for the purpose of reproduction. On top of that, they'd only attempt reproduction when it was foretold. Something about it being whispered in the wind, or some bullshit like that. Hey, Lux wasn't complaining, not when he got to pop the cherry of this gorgeous little elf.

After a few minutes, Bella seemed satisfied with the state of his saliva-covered cock, moving to the top of the bed and pulling Leaf into her lap.

"Come, claim the fruits of your labor," Bella urged.

Lux, of course, wasn't going to refute, moving to kneel between his elf's legs held wide open by Bella, rubbing his tip against the tiny hairless slit.

"My Lord… P-Pleas be gentle," Leaf begged, making his rock-hard cock twitch. Leaf didn't know it, but those words really did it for him.

But he would be nice enough to make her first time as painless as possible, slowly pressing into the virgin canal.

As much as he loved fucking the seductress that was Bella, there was just something empowering about taking a woman's first time that he couldn't get anywhere else. Not to mention the insanely tight grip doing it best to wring him dry, as if it wanted his seed at all costs.

Lux couldn't get enough of the elf's cute little squeals and moans as his slow thrusts worked deeper and deeper.

Despite the little cunts best efforts to milk his dick dry, he was able to hold back until Leaf noticeably shuddered, not able to hold back a loud moan of her own. With the little elf receiving the first orgasm of her life, Lux plunged as deep as he could get, unloading the first climax of the night.

"Master, it's my turn now," Bella declared, flipping on top of the panting little elf, her dripping slit now infront of his still-hard shaft. It seemed watching him claim the girl's virginity really got his slave going.

Lux wouldn't deny his loyal baby mama's needs, lining his cock up and sending it home, Bella's moans filling the room.

"Damn, woman, this shit really turned you on, huh," Lux teased, the obscene amount of her ejaculation soaking his balls, not even minutes into his thrusts.

"Master, that wasn't my orgasm," Bella deadpanned, making him freeze.

Well, shit, it seems he fucked the woman into labor.

"Aight, imma head out. I'll send in some elves to help," Lux said, vanishing from the room. Yeah, he wasn't going to deal with that nonsense.

Lux reappeared in his chambers after his elves assured him that any mess left from the birthing had been thoroughly cleaned up.

"Master, would you like to hold our daughter?" Bella asked, holding out the small bundle. Lux smiled. His slave was such a thoughtful woman, at least to him. To everyone else, she was still the same hateful bitch.

Taking the little one into his arms, he expected to see something resembling a wrinkled potato. Instead, his child looked like a beautiful little doll with a full head of dark hair, olive skin, and grey eyes like her mother. On top of that, the infant seemed remarkably active, curiously looking at him and her surroundings. Well, whatever. He knew any children coming from his divine balls were going to be exceptional.

"You're going to be a little hellion, I just know it," he baby-talked, lifting his little girl up and receiving cute giggles from the funny faces he made.

"Well done, my Bella. She's absolutely gorgeous," Lux said, making his loyal slave beam with pride. "What's her name?" he asked.

"Delphini… Delphini Black."

"A beautiful name. I'll let you and little Delphi get some rest," he told her, returning the baby to her mother and turning away.

Lux stopped before Apparating away, feeling Bella's hand grab his own. "Please, Master… stay with us," she begged, giving him those slightly manic puppy dog eyes.

He guessed he could do that much for the woman who just birthed his first child, Lux thought, sliding into bed beside his baby mama.

Running a hand through Bella's hair, he watched his daughter slowly fall asleep with a smile on his face. Bella didn't last much longer either, nodding off with her head resting on his shoulder. Even with an enhanced body from carrying his child, the labor still seemed to take a lot out of his slave.

But Delphini, huh? Lux was pretty sure he remembered something about a shitty Harry Potter sequel with Delphini as the daughter of Bellatrix and Voldemort. Either way, that wouldn't have been possible in the AU verse his Bella came from, not when the Voldemort he'd gained the memories of had made himself into a eunuch.

Lux scooped his sleeping daughter out of her mother's arms, handing the tiny bundle over to one of the elves on standby. They'd bring little Delphi to the nursery and take the best care of his precious daughter.

Lux also popped away from his sleeping slave after handing off his daughter. He had plans to advance. It was time to let the people of this world know that a new god had descended.

A New God's Conquest

Like a ninja from one of those cartoons her imbecile of a cousin would watch, Rose crept through the castle's halls, heading for the room she knew had been turned into the nursery.

Reaching her destination, she spotted two elves dressed as little butlers standing guard. She wasn't worried about them; they'd just ignore her as they carried out their duties.

Rose opened the door, spotting a maid elf in each corner of the room. They turned to her, and she placed a finger over her lips, signaling them to be quiet.

She tiptoed up to the crib, finally laying eyes on the daughter of the man she was falling in love with and the woman who previously wanted her dead for being the fated enemy of her lord.

Sure, Rose still didn't get along with that bitch at all, but now that the woman was infatuated with her new master, she didn't have to worry about being cursed in the back.

If it weren't for Lux convincing her that Bellatrix was nothing more than a tool controlled by Voldemort that he'd freed from the grasp of the Dark Lord, Rose would have never let her off for the murder of her godfather. Even now, she hadn't forgiven the psychopath, but she at least didn't wish for her death.

Rose scowled. The baby was so absurdly adorable that it made her ovaries twitch. She wanted one of her own. Unfortunately, with her minuscule knowledge of seduction, none of her attempts to advance things with her overly handsome savior seemed to work.

While lost in her baby fever, a hand grabbed her shoulder, making her jump back with a hiss. "Bellatrix... Ahem, I seem to have gotten turned around on the way to my room," Rose lied.

Bellatrix smiled a knowing smile, clearly not believing her convincing excuse. "Tsk, tsk, there's no need to hide your jealousy, little Rose. It's only natural. After all, delivering the child of a god is a blessing of the highest degree," Bellatrix told her, making her roll her eyes. Rose just ignored all the god nonsense, but even though she wouldn't admit it, she was right about her being jealous.

"Tch, you've won this time, bitch. But mark my words, Lux will be mine one day," Rose swore as Bellatrix's eyes narrowed.

Rose noticed the dark flash pass through the older witch's eyes, making her shiver. All this time spent watching Bellatrix act as the loyal servant made her forget how vicious the woman truly could be.

Bellatrix lightly stroked her neck with one of her graceful hands, her trembling only increasing. "You'll watch that dirty mouth of yours around my child," Bella said, and she could only nod at those words. Rose really didn't want to get on the bad side of the crazy lady, who, by all means, was far closer to Lux than she was.

"Good, I'm glad we could come to an understanding," Bella said, her menacing glare flipping like a switch, a pleasant smile back on her face before she turned to leave the room, leaving Rose standing there in a daze.

A New God's Conquest

Val stewed in her rage. She and her group had been thrown into the dungeons, and if it weren't for the routine meals, she would have thought they'd been forgotten.

She was of the Free Folk. She couldn't believe she'd been captured twice by the kneelers.

Val perked up, hearing the steady footsteps from down the hall. This wasn't the time for their normal meals. She readied herself; this might be her chance at freedom.

But alas, it didn't seem to be so. Six of the fully armored warriors that had captured her in the first place were heading for her cell.

With their flesh completely covered, the only thing making her believe they weren't statues was the eerie glow from the slits of their helms. It made her shiver, reminding her too much of the tales of the Others.

The warriors didn't say anything, two of them entering her cell and hoisting her up by the arms. She could only follow. Even if she had the strength to fight off the fully armed men, then what? She didn't even know the way out of this outrageously large castle.

So she was dragged along, and even then, she couldn't help but marvel at her surroundings. She'd heard that the kneelers south of the wall lived in large castles, but this was insane. Val guessed that this castle alone was larger than the largest Free Folk settlement she'd ever seen.

Sure, that wasn't saying much, but still, this castle alone could house her entire village with plenty of space left over.

Finally, though, they seemed to arrive at their destination, the warriors knocking on a door before being ordered to enter by a familiar voice.

The man claiming to be a god leisurely reclined behind a desk, gesturing for her to enter while the others left them alone.

This might have been her best chance for freedom; left alone, she might have been able to defeat this man. But she didn't. This man had her hackles raised; something was telling her that in this situation, she was nothing more than prey before a predator.

He smiled at her, and something told Val that he knew exactly what she'd been thinking.

"Tell me, Val, what would you do to see your people uplifted from the rag-tag bunch of raiders they are?" he broke the silence, the ridiculous words he spoke making her forget to question how he knew her name.

"I'd do anything, but what does that matter to a kneeler like yourself?"

She didn't know what this man was up to, but she was starting to get a bad feeling about this whole thing.

"It matters when I've been wavering on whether to wipe your people clean off the board or to bring them along to prosper with the rest of the civilized world," he said, making her eyes go wide.

Was this man serious? Val didn't know why, but she was taking the threat seriously. Even when, for thousands of years, the Crows tried to do the same but time and time again failed, she felt the man standing before her was different.

"Like I'd trust the words of a kneeler," she scoffed, trying to put up a brave front.

The so-called god didn't respond, instead getting up from his seat to stand before her.

She tried, but she couldn't keep the smirk off her face, seeing that she stood a good few inches above her captor. Again, he seemed to know what was going through her head as he rolled his eyes.

Still, even with the height advantage, there was just a certain presence the man had about him, and she couldn't even react when he placed a hand on her face.

"Such beauty… Fortunately, the slavers had enough restraint not to… taste the goods," he said, making her scowl and try to move his hand away. She couldn't, though; he was too strong, and all she could do was stew in her rage at being reminded of her capture.

"Enough games. What are you trying to get from this?" she questioned, starting to tire of whatever this man was playing at.

"As I said, you have the chance to see your people prosper… That is if I see fit to do so."

"And as I said, why would I trust the words of a kneeler."

"First off, I kneel before none. And second, would you trust the words of your husband?" he asked, anger building in her chest, understanding the meaning behind his words.

"As if I'd take a kneeler for a husband," she gritted out, seething at his knowing smile.

"From what I know, the woman's consent doesn't mean much in your culture. What was it called again? Ah, yes, stealing. Isn't that right?" her captor teased, almost making her go on the attack.

Was this really going to happen? She didn't think she could stop him if he wanted to steal her. But, no, she was of the Free Folk. She wouldn't submit without a fight.

Just as she was getting ready to fight to the death, her captor backed away.

"I'll let you think about it. For now, as long as you behave, I'll set you up in a room more fitting of my future bride."

Val didn't know if those words were serious or not, but all she could do was prepare herself for what was to come as she was led through the castle by the same warriors.

It was true that she would be obligated to take her captor as her husband if he were able to best her.

But there was a reason women like her weren't constantly harassed by prospective suitors. They might be able to steal them for a night, but then they'd have to sleep with one eye open every night to avoid getting a dagger to the throat.

She'd be ready when the time came.

Lux smiled to himself after his captive left. Val was a true Nordic beauty: tall, blonde, and blue-eyed. He couldn't wait to have her to himself.

A New God's Conquest

Lux walked through his super-secret evil lair with Noire on his shoulder and Aurora walking at his side.

Things were going well, in part due to his decision to train up a group of the locals as wizards and witches. They could handle the small stuff that he couldn't be bothered to do.

Even having taught them for just over a year, Bella had told him that even the slowest learner was on the level of a NEWT graduate. This was, of course, only possible because he was a dirty, no-good cheat.

You see, Voldemort had tried to study Ravenclaw's Diadem, but nothing ever came of it. Maybe that was why the Dark Lord decided to taint the precious artifact with his putrid soul fragment. Either way, Lux was in a completely different realm compared to the noseless bastard, so creating an enchantment to increase a person's learning speed was a piece of cake.

Getting back to his work, Lux checked his progress one last time on his newest creation: A beautiful golden kimono accented with silver flowers and a matching silver obi. The dress was obviously meant for his newest slave. Soon he'd be sending people out to spread his name across this world, and he was sure that the jade beauty would make an excellent Saintess.

Okay, he knew that Yi Ti was meant to represent ancient China, but he really liked kimonos, so sue him. Besides, there was no one to call him out on it anyway.

Lux nodded his head. The dress was a magical work of art. Anyone wearing it would be the most protected person in the world. After all, he couldn't allow any harm to come to his Saintess.

Moving on, Lux inspected the row of a dozen triple-masted galleons, all decorated with the banners he was planning to use for his kingdom: the side profile of a silver wolf's head on a field of gold.

He'd have gone for larger ships if the ports of this world could handle them. However, it didn't matter much considering the interior of the ships had been expanded to the point that an army could comfortably be transported in each one.

Noire swatted at her father's head for not putting her majestic self on the banners. She narrowed her eyes at her sister happily trotting along as if she hadn't slighted her. Sure, the silver wolf on the banner wasn't modeled after her golden sister, but at least there was gold on the banner.

"Now, now, Noire. Don't think I've forgotten about you," her father soothed her anger, giving her good head pats. Well, she supposed she could forgive him just this one time.

After soothing his darling wolf pup, Lux spread his magic sense across the many enchantments of the ships, deciding that everything looked up to par. All that was left to do was insert the wardstones that would power the vessels.

Lux hadn't skimped when it came to these bad boys. They'd cut through water like it wasn't there, and that was if the captains even wanted to stay on the seas, considering they could sail just as fast through the air. As the cherry on top, the magical cannons lining the ships would quickly end anyone who inevitably had eyes for his creations.

It might seem like he'd spent most of his new life working on his enchantments, considering his lair was filled to the brim with his creations, the lowest-leveled ones still being on the level of the Hogwarts founders' artifacts.

But that was far from the case. He'd only been given the basics of light magic, along with a spell circle that didn't provide much enhancement to any of his casts.

Now, however, he'd made his own seals. Each took the form of a wolf's head, made from countless runic engravings, one golden and the other abyssal black.

He'd had to work with what he had to create a set of spells to work with his powers of darkness. His stingy parent, Erebus, hadn't given him anything to start with.

So yeah, he'd made significant progress with his magic, and now he was just waiting for the first set of fools to make him use it.

Fluttering her eyes open, she smiled at the feeling of the soft golden silk wrapped around her. Yaling never dreamed she would return to a life of such opulence. The years spent as a lowly slave had long since beaten any hope out of her mind.

But that was before meeting her new lord, a god walking among mortals. Yaling knew that others in her situation would believe her lord to be a fraud, assuming him to be nothing but a powerful sorcerer. Yet deep in her heart, she knew the truth.

Yaling knew what a man pretending to be a god looked like. After all, she came from a line of men claiming to be gods. But that was simply to control the commoners; she knew none wielded even a fraction of her lord's power.

Of course, she'd told her lord about her lofty background on one of the many occasions he'd taken out of his day to speak with her. That fact alone always made her heart speed up; her lord wasted his precious time with someone who should be nothing more than his lowly servant.

But that wasn't the case. Her lord always seemed interested in hearing about her life in Yi Ti before she was sold into slavery. Yaling felt her stories were nothing special; after all, she was a pampered princess with no grand tales of adventure to mention.

Up until the fated day that her uncle betrayed her father, she had lived a worry-free life, never expecting things to take such a drastic turn.

That was in the past, she had to remind herself. Now, her only duty was to serve her lord, for without his blessing she would be nothing but a husk of her former self, only waiting for the sweet embrace of death.

"Okay, Yaling, enough monologuing. Today's the big day," she told herself, needing the little boost to leave the comfy sheets that tried luring her back to the realm of dreams.

Yaling cutely yawned, rolling out of the large bed and stretching her fatigued muscles. She'd taken her training seriously. Her lord had told her about his grand plans, and she would need to be at her best to be of any use.

In her chamber's wardrobe, she traced a hand over the exquisite dress gifted to her by her lord. It reminded her of the garbs worn in her homeland while being distinct enough to stand apart.

Along with the dress, an ornate golden scepter rested at the side, two intricate wolf heads spiraling from the handle. Taking it in hand, she once again marveled at how the divine artifact filled her with power. It was like her lord's holy light flowed through her veins, eagerly awaiting her command.

Getting ready to wear the fine dress, she paused, hearing a small pop at her side. It was one of her lord's servants. Yaling had been surprised after seeing the small, magical beings. She'd heard tales of similar creatures called Wood Walkers growing up as a child, but she'd never expected to come face to face with them one day.

"My Lady, please, allow me," the soft voice of the elf spoke. Honestly, she was still getting accustomed to being waited on, hand and foot.

Still, she knew the little elves would insist, even if she wanted to dress herself, so she simply nodded, her nightclothes falling to the ground before the golden robes came to life, snugly fitting themselves onto her body.

She let out a gasp. It was the first time wearing the gifted dress, and it felt like she was wrapped in the comforting and protective embrace of her lord. She instinctively knew that no harm would befall her, not when her lord could look after her at all times.

A happy tear fell from her eye. She'd still been somewhat apprehensive about leaving her new home. Yaling trusted her lord with all her heart, but there was still the faintest fear that she could end up in chains once again. Now those doubts were gone; she could fulfill her task without fear.

"My Lady, it is time," the little elf told her, holding out one of her dainty hands and knocking Yaling out of her reverie.

Twisting through space, Yaling found herself standing on the Black Lake's docks behind her lord's castle. Despite the howling winter winds that could be seen off in the distance, the castle's surroundings consistently stayed at a comfortable temperature. Of course, while wearing her divine raiments, no climate would be a bother.

Seeing her lord standing at the end of the dock, next to one of the grand ships she'd been shown before, Yaling hurried over, bowing with a smile on her pretty face.

"My Lord, I'm ready to fulfill my duty," she declared.

Feeling her lord's firm hand urging her to rise, she looked up, blushing at the handsome face smiling down at her.

Her lord nodded. "Indeed, I have no doubt that you'll fulfill this mission," he said, running his hand through her onyx tresses, making her pale face turn beet red.

Before Yaling could lower her head and stammer out a reply, her lord firmly held her face with both hands, leaning down to place his lips on her forehead. She almost passed out from that, but the golden radiance surrounding her form was distracting enough that she was able to stand strong.

"Now go, my first Saintess. Spread my light across this desolate world," her lord told her, and she could only nod in a daze as she was led to the deck of the large ship.

His Saintess? Was she worthy? No, her lord couldn't make a mistake. She wouldn't disappoint her God.

Still, she was so shocked that she barely paid attention to the black-robed men and women bowing and leading her to the ship's interior.

A New God's Conquest

After exchanging the dark and damp cell for the most luxurious room she had ever seen, Val's time spent in the kneeler's castle was interesting, to say the least.

Her first shock was the oddly dressed servants that she could only assume were the fabled Children of the Forest. Sure, they looked different from the stories she had heard, but what else could they be?

Even with that surprise, she figured her days would be filled with boredom. Instead, in one corner of her room, she had found the walls lined with many similarly shaped objects she had never seen before.

Now, of course, she knew them to be books, something she had vaguely heard mentioned by her mother.

She had flipped through the pages out of pure curiosity, not expecting to get anything out of the many pages of strange inscriptions. To her surprise, the information contained within entered her mind akin to a person speaking.

With not much else to keep her mind off things, she had spent the majority of her time with her head in the books.

Until now, she had never realized how limited her perspective had been. As one of the interesting fantasies she had read would say, she was like a frog at the bottom of a well.

If she could bring back the knowledge she had already learned to her village, she had no doubt she could improve the lives of her people. She just needed to figure out a way to escape.

It wouldn't be an easy task. The Children acting as servants always seemed to know when she was up to something. Her only chance might be tricking the lord of this castle. He seemed laid back and unbothered about most things. Maybe she could catch him off guard.

Val decided to forget about that for the moment. It was time for her scheduled bath that, to her shame, had become one of the things she looked forward to the most each day. After all, she had never been able to have such a luxury, not when getting soaked meant certain death beyond the wall.

"Leaf, I'm ready for my bath," she called out to thin air, the small girl along with a large copper basin popping into the center of the room.

Getting a name out of the little thing had been like pulling teeth. For days, Leaf would ignore anything besides a request for service. Val liked to think that the Child had warmed up to her over the days, finally exchanging a few short words every now and then.

"Thank you, Leaf," she smiled, dropping her robes before stepping into the warm water.

Val sighed, filled with contentment as she rested back against the tub, the little servant working freshly scented soap into her long, flowing hair. She couldn't deny that she would miss this once she ended up escaping back to her village.

"I'll leave you to soak, My Lady," Leaf said, leaving her alone after she had been cleaned up and the dirty bathwater was replaced with a wave of the servant's tiny, four-fingered hand.

Now alone, Val looked side to side, making sure she was alone before one of her hands drifted below the water. A guilty pleasure of hers had been reading the few romance-filled novels where a strong and handsome lord fell for a beautiful commoner. As she stroked her folds, thinking of herself in that situation, Val couldn't stop the quiet moans from leaving her mouth.

Unfortunately, before she could finish, she froze upon hearing her quarters' door click open.

Val panicked. No one had entered her room through the door this entire time. She could only assume it was her captor finally making his wicked move.

"Oh, please, don't mind me. Feel free to continue with the show," the contemptible voice mocked her, making her shoot out of the tub, reaching for the nearby towel to cover herself with.

Val scowled, seeing her captor casually leaning against the wall while smiling at her. Well, so be it. It would be his funeral for underestimating her. The man was a fool for leaving her in a room filled with so many things that could be used as weapons.

Finally, she decided to rush for the fire poker nearby. Before she had started reading her books, she didn't even know what a fire poker was, but what she did know was that it made for a great whacking stick.

Val readied herself. Even with her viewpoint drastically changed from all the knowledge she had consumed, she was still of the Free Folk and wouldn't give herself to this extremely handsome man without a fight.

The man pushed himself off the wall and before he could make more than three steps, Val went in with a lunge, aiming center mass.

It was no use, though. Her captor easily caught her attack, holding her weapon in place, and she didn't have nearly enough strength to break his grasp.

Locked in place, the first thing she noticed was that she had to tilt her head up just the slightest to meet the man's eyes. It hadn't been that long, had it? Had he grown?

And the second thing were those mesmerizing black and gold eyes that seemed like they could peer into her very being.

Seemingly done playing games, the fucker tore her weapon out of her hand before lifting her up underneath her arms like she was nothing more than a child.

"Oof," she grunted after the bastard tossed her across the room and onto her bed, her towel flying free and her large breasts bouncing all over the place.

Val was still stunned from the rough landing, but she was at least able to send out a kick, aiming for his manhood as her captor climbed onto her bed.

Again, it did nothing except give him her leg to hold onto. Still, she continued sending out attacks that were all blocked or did nothing to his overly strong body.

"You're a fierce one. I'm going to enjoy making you mine," he growled into her ear as she lay there panting from the exertion.

"Like… Hell… I'll… Ever… Be… Yours…" she told him between each breath, making him grin at her. With a snap, his fine clothes disappeared, and she could feel what she assumed to be his large manhood flop menacingly onto her belly.

Even while exhausted, she wouldn't give up so easily. She sent out another punch at that pretty nose of his, only for her hand to be caught as she was manhandled onto her stomach. Both hands trapped in his grip behind her back, her legs pinned beneath her captor, she let out a grunt of frustration.

As his firm hands roamed her supple skin, her disobedient body couldn't help but react to the touch, especially when she was pulled against his strong chest, one of his fingers gently brushing her pink nipple.

Val did her best to wiggle out of his devious grip, but it was no use, and she was forced to allow his hands to roam all over her graceful curves.

"Bastard… what do you think you're doing?" Val gasped as her captor traced his soft lips from the base of her neck down to her tailbone.

Not receiving an answer, she could only squirm as her body reacted to the sensations, the uncontrollable dampness growing between her legs.

Finally, though, it seemed her insidious captor was going to eat her up completely, something big and hard knocking on the entrance of her virgin slit.

He leaned over, sucking on the soft flesh of her neck. "Well? What will it be, my darling? Prosperity for your people, or their inevitable extinction?" he asked, nipping at her sensitive earlobes.

Her pride wouldn't allow her to answer, but as she moved her rear back against his bulbous tip, that was enough to get her point across.

Really, it would be naive of her to deny him. She'd never heard of a sorcerer with as much power as the one about to claim her as his wife. She was positive that her sacrifice would be worth it for her mother and fellow Free Folk. Well… that was the story she'd be sticking to, at the very least, she thought.

But all those thoughts were forgotten for the moment as her now husband slowly inched into her sopping hole, making her moan in rapture along with his sexy groans.

She could feel her tightness firmly wrapping around the invading shaft. She didn't have a hymen to break; it had long since broken while training with her mother, but this was still the first time having anything larger than a finger entering her.

As her husband increased his speed, Val couldn't help but wonder if she should have shaved her hair down there, as those in her stories would. She'd been given a magical ointment to remove hair that she used under her arms and on her legs, but she felt going bare down below was a little too scandalous.

But as his hand wrapped around her waist, his fingers combing through her front bush before playing with her sensitive nub, all while continuing his deep thrusts, she figured he didn't mind one bit.

And as she squealed, feeling his other hand tease her crinkled hole, she was sure he was fine with her natural style. After all, the mirror in her room was the first one she'd seen in her life. Of course, she'd checked herself out in it, so she knew she had more than a couple of wisps of blonde hair between her cheeks.

Either way, she could feel her husband was enjoying her body, his groans and growls increasing as he had his way with her seductive form. She'd seen the way men from her village eyed her up when her mother wasn't around, so she didn't doubt that her husband would be satisfied with her body.

The problem, though, was that she'd already been exhausted from putting up a fight in the beginning, and now she was reaching her limit. Luckily, Val felt the thrusts speed up, and with a few more pumps, she felt the invading phallus twitch, the sensation of being filled to the brim sending her into her own climax as well.

She could only lay there in a daze as she heard the squelch of the manhood pulling out of her body.

It seemed her husband decided to take pity on her poor self, gathering her limp form into his arms as he moved her into a more comfortable position with her head resting on his chest.

"Husband, will you really help my people?" she couldn't help but wonder if he'd been telling the truth.

"Oh, so it's husband now?" he chuckled. "Of course, my love, I'm nothing if not a man of my word," he promised, stroking her back as she drifted off to sleep.

A New God's Conquest

Rose furiously pored over the many books stacked high on her desk. Just the other night, she had seen Lux going into the room of that captured savage. She wasn't dumb; she could guess what was going on in there, and she was done being overlooked.

Sure, she and Lux still had their daily banter, but she wanted more. At least that was something she could console herself with. Everyone else who interacted with Lux treated him like the god he claimed to be. Rose chuckled at that; he really had them all fooled.

But that didn't mean she was content sitting on the sidelines, watching the man she loved stick his dick in every skank who passed by. No, she wanted that dick in h... Ahem, what she meant to say is that she's simply looking out for Lux's best interests. Yes, that's right. Who knows what all these filthy trollops are up to?

And that's why she's sitting here, isolated in the castle's library. If he's not going to take her up on her advances, she'll just have to entice him another way. She figured Lux was interested in Bellatrix for her magical prowess, so if she became a strong witch too, he'd have to take notice.

At first, though, she was a little apprehensive about the whole thing. You see, most of the magic within the library is what would be considered 'Dark.' However, she quickly got over that. After all, what had following Professor McGonagall's or Headmaster Dumbledore's instructions ever gotten her? Near-death every year, that's what.

So, as she pushed herself away from the desk, she wouldn't hesitate to gain the strength she needed.

"What is he in here for?" Rose asked the spooky undead guard after making her way to the dungeon.

"He tried to force himself on a young girl, My Lady," the raspy, lifeless voice answered making her nod.

"Open the cell," Rose commanded.

The guard held open the gate as she walked into the dirty cell, looking at the ugly man chained against the wall.

She wouldn't hesitate.

"Aeternum Tormentum," she intoned, pointing her wand. The intoxicating dark magic flowed through her body, making her shudder, almost distracting her from properly completing the curse.

She didn't falter, though, determined to see some progress, and as the contemptible creature writhed around in agony, she smiled.

Rose left the cell, leaving the man to suffer with the new curse she'd just learned. Maybe she'd put him out of his misery when she needed to test something else.