18 Chapter 18

WARNING!!! THIS CHAPTER IS VERY VERY DARK!!! IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED OR CAN'T HANDLE DARK THEMES THEN SKIP IT, There will be a brief synopsis in the next chapter anyway. I REPEAT, THIS IS VERY DARK!!!

AS FOR THOSE WHO STAY, Enjoy!

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There was fire everywhere, slowly consuming the battlefield If you could even call it that considering that what happened was not a battle.

It was purging.

Charred bodies were everywhere, some of them covered in armor which fused with the flesh. But most was burned to ashes, Most were the peasants without armor or even proper weapons.

Some flags were still burning even now. The golden lion on a crimson field of a Lannister, The sun pierced by a spear of a Martell, The golden rose of a Tyrell, The flayed man of a Bolton, The chained giant of an Umber, The white sun of a Kastark...

The three-headed dragon of Targaryen with dragon corpses around it...

And the one that drew most of my attention.

The white wolf on a grey field of a Stark.

"*Hah* *Hah* *Hah*" I awoke with a start. Shit, This has been happening since the day I turned into a dragon. *Sigh* That's what I get for being greedy, I guess.

"Mhm..." I looked at the girl in my bed. She was a pretty girl with a redhead and dark skin, She had one the nicest asses I have seen in all the brothels I entered recently. There were a dozen other girls knocked out around the bed, I must admit this scene never failed to stroke my ego, Though I wish I get my sexual refractory period will come soon. I can't believe I wished for that. (Author: The sexual refractory period is usually the recovery phase after orgasm during which it is physiologically impossible for a man to have additional orgasms.)

"Man, I had so many orgies." I had more orgies in the last couple of days more than I had in all of my previous lives and the memories I had combined... Which doesn't say much since I never had an orgy in my previous life and no one I inherited the memories of ever had an orgy.

"... This makes it the seventh, Right?" I asked no one in particular. I have been frequenting brothels before I finished with Riverrun. There was nothing to do really, Both us and Ramsay had to wait for the bannermen to gather and that alone took around two weeks. And then we had to decide where each of them will be and where the battlefield will be and that also takes at least three days.

The problems even after going to seven brothels and having all the whores there exclusive to him for a whole day, He was still raring to go even now. He'd have ignored his desires, But doing this was the only thing stopping him from wanting to burn any and all who opposed him.

'It's like that meme 'I don't want to be horny anymore, I want to be happy.'' He even nearly killed Brynden Tully because he was a bit rude to him! And let's not talk about how much he just wanted to morph into his dragon form and destroy the Lannister-Frey army. 'Thank god, That I practiced Mahito's technique. Thanks to it, I can change the shape of my body to whatever I want and even divide myself into two.'

'This simply can't go on, I need to shed some blood before the battle for Winterfell or I might just snap.' I wore my clothes and left the payment for my stay with an extra tip in gold dragons to the girls who I left unable to move.

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After I showed the Blackfish how the Freys were going to use Edmure Tully to break the siege, He raged for quite a bit. I told him to accept Jaime Lannister's offer and in exchange, I will help him retake the Riverlands after House Stark retakes the North AND that I will give him back his nephew alongside his son and wife Roslin Frey.

He wasn't so keen on it, Telling me that there is no way that the Freys will let them cross North. I assured him that I will take care of them. And just like he said, After he surrendered Riverrun to the Lannisters (And endured Jaime's mockery.) He was allowed to leave, But the Freys were insistent that he and his men get executed.

To his credit, Jaime Lannister told them that he will take no part in that as long as the Blackfish doesn't attack first. He then took the Lannister army despite the complaints and cursing of the Freys.

Seeing that there is nothing they can do since they didn't want to incur losses against the Tully forces, They decided to reach the Twins and get reinforcements to finish the last of the Tully forces. And here we are now.

'...Sorry, Arya.' I look at The Twins, the ancestral seat of House Frey. 'I don't think you will be able to bake Frey pie this time.'

'I need to let off some steam, And there is no better target than these weasels.' But how am I going to do this? I could just delete them from existence or turn them into vegetables but that is simply too unsatisfying compared to how Arya did it, There are also innocent people to consider. While all the male Freys are guilty, some of their women and most of the servants never knew what was going to happen. I am still getting rid of those who knew and stayed silent though.

'How am I going to do this? Hmmm... Hmm?' I felt something really resentful right at that moment coming from the lower levels of the Twins.

Teleporting inside, I am assaulted by the stench of feces and rotting corpses. Using Infinity to stop the smell from reaching me (Fight me.), I look around to find the source of resentment, It was producing a great amount of Cursed energy.

It didn't take me long to find it Or should say find Them. The corpses of Maege Mormont, Greatjon Umber, Gregor Forrester, and Wendel Manderly are left piled up among hundreds, near thousand, of other corpses of Stark soldiers in a pit. The amount of cursed energy coming from them is staggering, and even now I can still see their souls, unable to move on due to resentment and the fact that there is no Wirewood tree near, staring hollowly at me with their eye sockets empty.

They all point at the other side of the dumping grounds, Where the residents of the upper levels leave their feces. In the middle of all of it, I see the souls of Catelyn Stark and my good sister Talisa Stark.

My uncle's wife lost half her hair, her skin turned white like rotten milk, and a hideous bloody smile adorns her neck, She looked exactly like her book counterpart Lady Stone Heart. My good sister Talisa looked almost the same except for her swollen bloody womb cover in stab wounds.

Both of their clothes were torn, Marks of their bodies being defiled after they died were apparent. 'Necrophilia...' I realize with tears falling from my eyes. Nononono, I hated them, both of them, Catelyn for how she treated Jon and Talisa after I confirmed that she was an agent of Varys. But they didn't deserve this, No one did.

Their bodies were in the middle of the feces, three bodies too rotten for me to recognize. 'Wait... Three?' I turn around to find a soul staring at me.

I didn't know who it was at first, No, it was more like I knew but couldn't believe it, There were too many wounds on it for me to know for certain.

There were many stab wounds on the body, even more than the one on Talisa's belly. Markings that read 'Heathen', 'Oathbreaker', And 'Wolf fucker' were written on the chest of the soul. Arrows were sticking out of the places that weren't covered in stabs, These were all minor though compared to the head.

There was no head, Or to be exact there was a head only it wasn't human. in place of the human head, there was the head of a direwolf I knew, I hunted with that wolf in my dreams when I was younger, He was my brother in fact.

It was the head of Grey Wind, with a nail that pierced it and kept it on the body of the soul. In its hands, it held the head of a human, presumably the owner of the body. The scalp was shaved clean, the nose was cut off, The eyes had marks of being gouged out, and there was a scar on every other part of the face.

Yet, I knew who it was right away, The last time I met him he was smirking at me telling me 'Farewell, Snow'. Now he was a rotting corpse whose soul was beyond recognition.

It was the soul of Robb Stark fused with that of his wolf Grey Wind.

"Heh... Hehe... Ahaha... AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH! ahahahahah!!!" I laughed and laughed but the tears never stopped. The pain from seeing them like this was too much, And the guilt from their accusatory hollow stares was too much.

"... I decided, I know what I am going to do." Turning to the souls, I reach my hand out. "You want revenge, Don't you? All of you? Take my hand! And You shall have it! No need to wait for the gods, You will be the ones to drag every Frey down to the blackest pit of the Seven Hells."

They all looked at Robb, Even in death, he was still their leader, Their king. He stared at me for a bit before extending his hand and putting it in my own.

I smiled at him, and then started infusing every one of them with my cursed energy, Turning them into my Shikigami. It was very exhausting due to their large number, but they all accepted the contract with not a single one refusing it.

I stepped a bit back and gathered the remaining cursed energy, I needed every bit available to do what I planned to do.

Once I finished gathering a sufficient amount, I started Putting my hand together.

"Domain Expansion: Chimera Shadow Garden!" They started taking forms then, From Maege Mormont turning into a big white bear, to Wyman Manderly turning into a merman warrior with a trident, And the Greatjon into a chained giant. The others turned into other forms, from snakes to scorpions and the rest turned into fluid shadows.

The biggest and the most powerful of them though was Robb, Turning into a giant grey werewolf with red eyes. He was very strong, nearly reaching the power level of six fingers of Sukuna.

Looking at him and all the others, A mad smile bloomed on my face.

"The King in the North arises!" I declare with a burst of laughter amidst the growling and roars of one around.