[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]
Third Person POV.
North.
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"Destroy all our enemies and cause chaos across the world, Dovahkiin!"
In a corner amid the darkness, there stood a daedric summoned from Oblivion by Daemon.
"Just do it..." Daemon muttered, rolling his eyes, as the creature nodded. In the next moment, it was invisible.
The Daedric returned in a purple explosion through the portal, and Jon continued the path alone, making sure to bring some climbing gear with him.
Even with the battlefield full, no one would see him as he approached the fortress in the distance, alone. Anyone stationed on the towers at that moment wouldn't even notice him passing.
There were many torches on the walls as well. The Ironborn seemed to be quite vigilant of their surroundings, after witnessing an entire Bolton camp that day, when the ground exploded in white flames and the dragon was clearly spotted by them.
They were afraid the dragon would return. No, they were terrified, wanting to leave immediately. They wanted to leave the North after what they saw. After all, there were many doubts about whether those walls could withstand the dragon's flames.
Jon could easily annihilate them all using Winter, throwing white flames and bathing the entire castle without effort. After all, he could simply use the cold caused by the flames in the environment, and everyone would die suffocated.
What they didn't imagine was that their doom would not come from a dragon, but from someone no one had yet noticed, climbing one of the towers on the wall at that exact moment.
Jon had already lost his invisibility and was doing it silently, while casting a spell to suppress sound. He kept climbing, needing to strike and break some stones, using a few pickaxe-shaped hooks. He quickly began to ascend.
No one had noticed him, while he could already see people walking atop the towers, with torches in their hands. He took a look as the men moved a bit away and climbed up that tower at the edge of the wall.
He looked at the sentries and quietly pulled the bow from his magical storage space, grabbing arrows, simply aiming at the first ones and hitting them with silent shots.
The men had their throats pierced and, before they could scream anything, they choked.
A nearby companion saw a certain commotion and saw his comrade lying on the ground, before seeing another arrow whizzing through the air and hitting him before he could realize. He fell to the ground too, trembling for a while before dying.
Jon looked to the other side and began shooting arrows as well, killing all the men he saw in that area, before moving toward one of the bodies and placing his hand over the armor.
He wore only a dark robe that night. There was no armor, not even clothing fit for battle, since his plan was to use a spell he had developed quite a lot in recent months, while using alteration magic to make modifications by pressing on the armor of the dead man on the ground.
In the next moment, the man's clothes vanished with the spell, reappearing as underwear in front of the body. And now Daemon had the enemy's armor after some adjustment to his body, which he would use as a perfect disguise.
The clothes he had worn before fell to the side, and he pulled them into the storage space, remaining there as an Ironborn.
He saw a few more people approaching as they patrolled. Jon took a few silent steps and began killing them.
He didn't stop looking up, seeing the full moon. "Let's have some fun." He smiled.
Daemon simply stepped off the walls and began descending the stairs. To reach the courtyard.
It wouldn't take long for someone to see the bodies, but he couldn't stay there any longer and moved on. And it didn't matter anymore.
"Oh, you're coming back?" Suddenly, a voice emerged as he walked down the stairs, with another man coming toward him holding a goblet.
Daemon just nodded as the man approached him.
"You're not much of a talker, huh? Going down now? They're handing out wine. Since we don't know if that beast will come here or not, might as well enjoy the stock we've been saving for moons." The man said, while Daemon didn't say a single word.
He found it strange but shrugged and kept walking, passing by Daemon's side, before feeling the stranger's hand touch his shoulder.
"What's this?" he muttered, suddenly feeling a blade against his skin.
He didn't even have time to react before Daemon simply pushed the blade forward, slicing his neck, while the man jumped back as his energy started to drain down the stairs, choking, with his throat cut open.
Daemon continued down, wanting to reach the gates to guard them, in case they tried to flee once a werewolf was inside.
Daemon didn't want that. If it happened, it would be a waste to let any Ironborn live.
When he finally entered the castle courtyard, he could already hear the men shouting from the walls, saying someone was killing them.
Daemon didn't care, as he was already among them. The castle with the towers was in turmoil. They hadn't even seen him kill until they heard the guards on the walls, probably a bit drunk, with the castle folk drinking.
Many men around looked quite frightened, passing by him without noticing anything strange.
He went to the gate, where a few men were stationed, watching the place with concern as many others ran toward the walls after the assassin.
"What's going on now?"
"Someone is killing us!?"
The guards whispered to each other, stunned. Then they noticed how Daemon was calmly approaching them.
"Hey, you! What are you doing here?" one of them asked.
"I'm here to kill you," Daemon said from inside the Ironborn helmet.
While the men seemed to process what they had just heard, Daemon had already stretched out his arm, striking the neck of the one who had questioned him. The dagger that appeared in his hand pierced through the man's neck as he wore a shocked expression, unable to comprehend where the attack had come from, with the Dragonborn moving so fast.
With his other hand, he threw another dagger directly at the second man, who only had time to scream as he saw his companion die.
That certainly alerted the people in the courtyard, who were running to find out who was on the towers, stopping as they heard the groans and cries of the men at the gate.
Daemon stared at them, as the place seemed stunned, while only the men on top of the wall and in the towers remained alarmed.
He removed his helmet and faced them all.
"My name is Daemon Targaryen, King of the Seven Kingdoms." He said loudly for all to hear. But before anyone could respond, he continued.
"And I sentence all of you to death."
As soon as he spoke, Jon began to change, growing in height, muscle, and white fur.
This sight alone terrified everyone, as he completed his transformation in less than five seconds. All could see the white wolf standing on two legs as he leaned forward and let out a howl, his roar monstrous the next moment, his fangs appearing, making everyone take a step back and scream in fear.
"What is that thing?!" someone shouted, falling to the ground on their backside.
Daemon, naturally, was a werewolf who could transform whenever he wished. However, on full moon nights, his powers in that form were even stronger.
It was no surprise that he chose certain adversaries and inner journeys specifically on full moon nights, where he could use that form to deal with beings he himself acknowledged were not easy to kill.
"What... what is that?! A monster!" the men pointed at the wolf.
Daemon liked how they looked at him. After all, it was easy to associate the wolf with the Starks, even if he had no such intention. But it was amusing as these people began to entertain thoughts that this was Stark vengeance, a wolf coming to take revenge for attacking the North or something like that.
In the next moment, Daemon simply lunged at them. The closest tried to flee immediately, but Daemon was faster.
His arm moved instantly, crushing the first man with a punch that sent him flying more than ten meters, his entire body breaking, the sound of bones roaring.
But he didn't even wait for that to finish happening, already upon the second before the first had even hit the ground. The second was smashed against the floor, dying brutally.
The screams in Moat Cailin continued, as the giant wolf, leaping and running on two legs, advanced through the courtyard, killing more and more enemies.
He first went after the people in the courtyard, summoning a few atronachs to keep an eye on the gate, then moved on into the main castle.
Advancing, he found — unsurprisingly — women held captive, many of them already dead.
That only fueled his bloodlust against these enemies even more, and he massacred anything in front of him that wasn't one of those women.
They became terrified as they watched the wolf brutally kill everyone around them.
All the men ran in panic. And at the doors he couldn't easily pass through, he used his own fists to break the wood, going room to room after those fools, while they trembled and looked at him, groaning before being killed.
Most died in a clean way, as it wasn't hard to kill them.
He continued for a while on the first floor. Then, he moved to the towers, while the Ironborn tried to climb as fast as possible, seeing what was happening below, preparing bows and everything to shoot at the werewolf's advance.
Even though he couldn't use much magic, his body was so fast that in this full moon form he could jump more than ten meters high. It was easy to dodge the arrows as he reached the highest parts of the towers.
Even though they had surrendered, Daemon continued until he eliminated the last one, leaving a bloodbath everywhere.
Men were jumping from the tower and dying from the fall, which was normal after Daemon pulled an axe from his dimensional space and began cutting them down with it.
Some even tried to open the gate to flee but were burned by the fire atronachs, and a few managed to enrage them.
Finally, when everything had calmed down...
Daemon returned to his normal form and went to speak with the women, which was not easy at all.
As he tried to speak to one of them, he even admitted he was a monster, not caring. He told them they were safe and help would come soon.
"Stay here and use the Ironborn's supplies. I want to return soon," Daemon said, before simply climbing the towers and beginning his descent.
He left the castle and ran through the rest of the night with his super-speed, arriving at the camp, once again finding Val running out of the tent with her sword in hand as she saw someone approaching.
Daemon shifted back to his human form and smiled, while she raised an eyebrow.
"I thought you'd be back only after sunrise," she murmured.
"Let's say I wanted to enjoy the night a bit more. I know you understand me," Jon said, as she smiled too.
Her gaze shifted back to the sleeping men and she shrugged.
"Tomorrow I'll deal with Roose Snow and leave Theon to handle in Winterfell... I'm thinking of bringing his head to your father."
Then Jon stepped toward Val, enjoying the rest of the night with the blonde.
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