"That bitch!" Selmy swung his armoured hand as his dinner flew into the air, plates shattering as they hit the ground.
Selmy sat in his chambers as the screams and roars from outside grew louder. From that day when he opposed that giant of a daemon, and that dishonourable woman embarrassed him in front of his queen, Selmy had been burning with indignation.
"Rendack!"
Selmy roared within his chambers as a slit of reality opened in front of him. Blood-red eyes and charcoal skin— a bloodletter's head—appeared, its eyes locking on Selmy's.
"You told me that within a week, I would have an army. Where is it?!"
Rendack the bloodletter, his blood-red eyes glaring, looked into Selmy as the sound of grating steel and fire came from him.
"Selmy… the war-host gathers. The Blood-God stirs, eager for the slaughter to come. Fight well, and Khorne shall heap His favour upon you."
Selmy looked at the daemon's head as he met its eyes, and a chill ran down his spine.
"V-Very well, I shall wait."
With Selmy speaking shakily, the daemon gave one last look before pulling its head back into the tear in reality, sealing the ripple of immaterium.
The room became quiet as the shrieks of pain from outside faded, while the smell of sulphur and burning flesh remained within the room.
– Location – Khorne's Realm –
Within the realm of blood, sulphur, and skulls was an amassing army of daemons with blood-red skin and black, charcoal-like horns, roaring as flames erupted from their swords and weapons.
Within the realm of constant volcanic eruptions and brass, upon a citadel of bronze and black stone, the structure rose as if reaching for the ever-changing coloured sky.
Within its highest peaks knelt Skarbrand, a Greater Daemon with wings of flesh and lava, while his four horns—of elephant and goat—made his head imposing, his body imposing a feeling of suffocation upon the lesser daemons surrounding him.
Skarbrand looked upwards to see his god upon his seat of skulls and bone, looking with exultation.
"SKARBRAND… you shall stride at the head of my legions. Claim the Anathema's wretched son, and drown his line in the fury of my wrath."
Skarbrand looked with honour and fury as he was commanded by his 'god' to march upon the material world and claim the Anathema's son.
"It shall be done, my god!"
Skarbrand roared with a guttural, drowning voice as blood exploded from his mouth, and his figure grew as Khorne infused the Greater Daemon with more power.
– Location – Temple of the Faceless God –
A figure with three faces sat atop a throne of black stone, and in front of the 'being' knelt hundreds of people. Each was different—some smaller than a child, others taller than a giant.
The figure's faces changed every second as he suddenly rose and spoke to the gathered subjects.
"In the hours yet to come, shapes not born of this world shall seek to walk upon it—one of blood, one of knowing, one of rapture, and one of rot. They would claim what is not theirs. But this realm is owed to the living…
So we shall stand. In shadow or in light, seen or unseen, we shall be the hand that ends, the breath that silences, the dagger they shall never behold until it rests within them. For this world is ours, and we shall permit no other power to take it."
As the figure's words ended, the gathered crowd roared in agreement as they banged their weapons against the floor before slowly disappearing as the light within the hall turned to darkness.
– Location – A Force Beyond the Wall – In Eternal Winter –
The sound of ice slamming against ice echoed as a figure with elf-like features arrived within a great casium of ice, with nine pillars of ice breaking towards the eternal sky of blue and darkness.
The elf-like being arrived at the pillars before laying a small child upon a sheet of ice centred within them.
As the elf-like being slowly walked away from the crying child, from the hazy light-blue ice beyond the pillars, a figure with scale-like armour and a crown of ice upon its head slowly emerged and walked towards the child.
A chilling force emanating from the being made the child scream as the figure's blue hand reached towards it. The child halted its crying as its brown eyes turned an eerie blue.
"We… march… south..."
From outside the casium of ice and stone, a horse with its flesh falling from its body slowly emerged from a torrent of blizzard, and upon its back another elf-like being slowly raised its spear of ice as it roared a primal and ancient roar.
From behind it, the blizzard seemed to increase as faint outlines of men, women, and children started to emerge.
Each showed holes, bones, or was composed of little flesh and mostly bone, each one marked with either bite marks or slashes, where the wounds glowed a deeper blue than the rest of their bodies.
The outlines of the dead did not stop, and the blizzard steadily increased more and more as thousands of shapes—dead humans, stone giants, and animals alike—slowly emerged, and at their helm were even more elf-like beings.
– Location – Beyond the Wall –
"Snow, where are ya?"
Jeor Mormont yelled out as from the line of black cloaks came a man of black hair who readily appeared in front of Jeor.
"Lord Commander." Snow performed a quick bow as he positioned himself to the left of Mormont's side.
The procession of black cloaks continued as Jeor began speaking to Snow.
"Do you see that blizzard coming over from the north-west?"
As Snow turned to see a massive blizzard rapidly appearing, Jeor motioned for some of the veteran black cloaks to move further up the line.
"Ye-Yes, Lord Commander."
"That is bad luck. You and the veterans shall push ahead to Craster's as the main group takes shelter in the Haunted Forest and makes preparations for that."
Jon looked at Jeor as his hand subconsciously made its way to his sword, the infamous Valyrian sword Longclaw.
"May I ask why, Lord Commander?"
Jeor spoke as his eyes locked onto Jon's.
"Because a blizzard like that doesn't appear out of nowhere. We need information, and Craster might have it."
Jeor spoke in a commanding tone as the veterans previously motioned to move farther ahead, while Jon still walked side by side with him.
"Look, Jon, I don't know why something like that has appeared, and I would rather not let some of my men die to the bitterness of the North. We need information, Snow, and Craster might have some."
Jon looked at Jeor before giving a quick bow and moving to catch up with the veteran black cloaks who had already moved a significant distance ahead of the main group.
Jeor looked at Jon's back before turning to look at the amassed group of blacks.
"Alright, you crapboxes, start making camp."
(AN: Some things have been pushed forward compared to the standard AGOT timeline, and some things have changed. Selmy and that daemon will get explained and explored later in maybe five chapters, all depends. Furthermore, No Skarbrand isn't banished yet; he will be soon, but not now. Also, I'll be posting a release for when I post, so you guys know instead of wondering if a chapter's coming out that day.)