Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Someone told me that manipulation was a subtle art, but I think otherwise. Manipulation is a simple art and, with a little knowledge, you can make other people fall for your manipulations without too much difficulty. Humans love to hear what they want to hear." Aenar Targaryen watched the crowd below him, who were waiting for his words.

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"Princess Arianne and Prince Oberyn, due to previous events, we will all rest and break our fast in the morning." Aenar handed Dawn back to Leda, who followed him loyally. He turned to the House Martell entourage and spoke in a casual, relaxed tone, as if he hadn't just burned a head suspected of being a death god.

Arianne and Oberyn didn't know what to say and just nodded, remembering the scenes that had taken place a few moments ago.

Even with all his experience, Oberyn didn't know what to say at that moment. Which wasn't his fault. According to Aenar's words, the head belonged to the God of Many Faces, the god of death worshipped in many places in Essos and especially by the House of Black and White in Braavos.

After exchanging a few more words with Aenar, Oberyn took all his family and left for the rooms prepared for his stay in Volantis. At that moment, all he wanted was a good drink and perhaps a night of sex to relax.

Seeing his guests disappear, the smile on Aenar's face also faded, making Benerro, Moqorro and Kinvara feel as if they were stepping on hot coals.

"One day. One day, I want all the information about the House of Black and White and all the places that worship this damned god of death. I'm going to exterminate that religion from the world and make it forgotten by everyone."

Aenar spoke each word with a cold, unquestioning tone. His purple eyes did not hide the murderous intent in his gaze.

"Yes, your grace." The three of them answered at the same time.

After that, Aenar's cold gaze disappeared, and he smiled warmly at Daenerys, who had just arrived at his side.

"Dany, let's go to sleep. I just want to feel my comfortable bed right now."

Daenerys was speechless at how quickly her adorable nephew's expression changed. One moment, he had an expression capable of frightening the bravest of men, and the next, he was smiling warmly with a gentle gaze.

Suddenly, feeling her body being lifted, Daenerys let out a small cry of surprise and looked at Aenar with an angry expression.

"If you look at me like that, it only makes me want to intimidate you even more."

Kissing her cheek, Aenar commented with an amused laugh as he walked towards his room. Behind him, Titus, Sigismund, Ser William and Leda followed him with their hands on the hilt of their swords, ready to draw them at any moment.

Resting her head on his shoulder, Daenerys asked in a soft and genuinely confused tone: "Aenar, what's going on? Why did you call that talking head the God of Many Faces?"

Stroking her hair, Aenar smiled and replied in a soft tone, without hiding or lowering his voice: "In this world, gods exist. Many are evil and want the end of the human race."

Aenar continued speaking while Titus, Sigismund, Ser Willem and Leda listened to every word with extreme attention.

"Every five thousand years, an eclipse will cover the world for decades or even hundreds of years. This was called the Long Night by the civilizations that survived the last Long Night. During this period, because of these gods, the land can no longer be used for cultivation and nature will become hostile to the human race. Man-eating monsters will rise from the shadows and bring even more chaos and death."

"When Kinvara calls me the Son of Light, it's because I really have been chosen by the Red God or, as I like to call him, the Omnipotent and Omniscient God. I was chosen to save humanity in the dark times to come."

"But because of this, many gods who wish the destruction of the human race are hostile to me. The God of Many Faces, for example, sensed the death of one of his believers and used his body as an avatar to reach the material world."

"Are you in danger?"

The first thing Daenerys asked was not about the survival of the human race, but about Aenar's safety.

Hearing those words, Aenar felt an unfamiliar feeling bubble up in his chest with an intensity he had never experienced before.

He really felt that he was falling in love with this girl who loved him with all her might, caring more about him than about herself. How could he not fall in love with someone like that?

Showing a surprisingly warm smile, Aenar replied in a gentle tone: "Don't worry, my queen. If the gods were allowed to walk the earth, this planet would have been destroyed by now, as would all life on it. They need a powerful vessel to support their coming and, even if they manage to enter the mortal world, they can't exercise their full power and could be killed."

Daenerys breathed a sigh of relief when she heard those words. The thought of her beloved being threatened by gods was too much pressure for her young heart.

Behind Aenar and Daenerys, the four of them also breathed a sigh of relief. Fighting men was one thing, they could take on entire armies without fear of death, but fighting gods was something else entirely.

How could mere mortals harm gods?

"My king, I will protect you, even if the gods try to hurt you." Leda spoke, making Aenar smile and reply, "I'll be counting on all of you to protect my little life."

Even if he didn't need protection, Aenar knew he couldn't kill the loyalty and determination of his subordinates. What kind of king would he be if he made such a suicidal move?

How would he protect his kingdom without these people? How would he maintain order at a time when human life was worth no more than a few grains of food? How could he preserve hope without people's determination to move on?

In short, he needed extremely powerful and determined legions for what was to come. Man-eating monsters were the last of his worries. Gods were much more dangerous than a million monsters, especially the God of Many Faces, who was cunning and intelligent.

Aenar's words seemed to inject huge amounts of adrenaline into the four people's bodies. At that moment, none of them had ever felt so proud to fight and die for Aenar, the man who would save humanity from monsters and evil gods.

Seeing the fanaticism growing in each of their eyes, Aenar let out a mental sigh and continued walking. Although he knew it would happen when he said those words, he underestimated how far the faith of a determined man or woman could go.

He knew that if he asked, all four of them would give their lives for him without hesitation.

"Willem, I will perform your enhancement ceremony and then Leda's. Both of you must be prepared to endure the worst. You must both be prepared to endure the worst pain you have ever felt."

Aenar left these words before entering the room, carrying Daenerys in his arms.

Willem knew exactly what the king was talking about. He had personally seen his brothers transform from skinny boys into tall, strong young men in less than a day. It excited him. Nothing was more glorious for a Kingsguard than to protect a king worthy of such protection.

Aenar was exactly that kind of king. Any Kingsguard would give his life for a king like him, without any hesitation.

Suppressing the emotions rising in his chest, Willem noticed the confusion on Leda's face and replied in a respectful tone:

"Lady Commander, the Enhancement Ceremony is something the king uses to strengthen our bodies to an inhuman level in the eyes of all."

Leda's eyes lit up when she heard Willem's words. She remembered the speed of Titus and Sigismund and finally understood why they were both so fast!

Knowing that she could become even stronger to protect her king more effectively, Leda couldn't contain the smile on her lips. However, her smile wasn't pretty - it was cold and without warmth, just like her gaze.

Willem couldn't help but twitch his lips strangely at the sight of that terrifying smile. The new Lady Commander of the Kingsguard was scary when she smiled.

Inside the room, Aenar took off her clothes and put on a pair of baggy white silk pants. He picked up the vial containing the Water of Life and gazed deeply into the turquoise liquid.

Although he had said that the gods wouldn't attack him any time soon, Aenar didn't want to let his fate be decided by others. To avoid that, he needed power. Enough power to make the gods wary while he gained time to grow.

"Is drinking that stuff dangerous?"

Daenerys, wearing a transparent lace camisole, asked as she lay down next to Aenar.

"It's not dangerous in itself, but it will awaken extremely strong powers in me, albeit at the cost of pain that is simply impossible to describe."

Aenar replied with a smile.

Knowing she couldn't change Aenar's mind, Daenerys lay down on his chest and spoke with a slightly worried tone:

"I will be with you."

"Thank you, my queen."

Aenar smiled and gently kissed her forehead.

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Note: This chapter introduced some gods and their purposes with the Long Night. However, these events will only take place at the end of the first phase of the story. Before then, there will only be mentions and further explanations about the Long Night and the true purpose of the gods, which is not limited to exterminating humanity.

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