House of The Dragon-A God Amongst Men-Chapter 114: Conflict in The East II

(Third Person POV)

[Somewhere in Essos]

Corlys sat on the steps in front of a building that was destroyed. He clutched his head as he groaned in pain, all while his men were rounding up men on the village they had attacked.

"Aghh..." He let out, "It hurts....it hurts so much...."

The pain in his head got more prominent as a mark appeared on his forehead. To Corlys, it felt like a thousand blades were piercing his skull simultaneously. It was an unbearable pain that he could barely withstand. He did not want to feel that pain any longer, he yearned for the release of his suffering.

But there was only one thing that could ease it, his pain.

And he did not enjoy it.

He stood up as he clutched his head, grabbing his sword which was unsheathed already. He then walked over to the nearest villager and swung his sword, cleaving his neck and beheading him within a second. As the head rolled on the ground, a scream was heard; from a woman that was being pinned to the ground by one of his men.

"Nooo!!!" She yelled out

The man that was on her punched her on the back of the head, "Shut up!!"

Corlys panted heavily, the mark on his forehead glowing brighter as his eyes became bloodshot, "More...." He said, "Bring me more!!!!"

He then lunged at another villager, plunging his sword through the man's chest, killing him instantly. He pulled out the blade and then rushed over to the next villager, cutting him in the chest with a single swing.

Then, within a matter of seconds, Corlys began to cut through the innocent people who had been rounded up by his men. While he swung his sword, he was yelling out in a mad frenzy. His shout was bonechilling, like a monster had possessed him and had driven him to the killing.

He then stopped and panted, looking over to the woman who had been pinned down to the ground, "Her." He pointed at her, "Bring her to me. NOW!!!!!"

The woman was picked up as she wept, tears flowing down as she tried to resist, "No!" She cried out, "Please, I beg of you! Mercy!!"

Corlys shoved his blade through her stomach, "There is no mercy!!!" He hissed as he glared at her, "Not while Drakken lives!!!"

The woman's eyes were widened, shock and fear in them. She then slumped down as Corlys pulled the blade out, blood pouring from the wound.

"We could have used her, Lord Cor-" One of the men said before Corlys cut him down

"SILENCE!!!" Corlys bellowed, his voice slightly distorted, "I kill!!! That is all we do!! We kill!!! We have no time for wicked pleasures!!! We continue killing!!! That is all we do!!!!"

His men reluctantly looked at him, his face distorted with pain and anger as the mark was brighter.

He then hunched over, "Aghhh!!!" He said, "It hurts!! It fucking hurts!!! Bring me more flesh to cut!!! More men to kill!!! Now!!!!!"

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A few days after Corlys went on a rampage, raiding small villages and slaughtering hundreds of innocents of lives, his pain had eased down.

He was now in a beach, where his ships were docked. He sat on a crate as he rubbed his temples, feeling a throbbing pain in his head.

"Can this suffering end....?" He said, "I cannot bear it any longer....."

"Lord Corlys!" one of his men said, "One of your Father's envoy has sent a letter!"

Corlys looked up, "F-Father...?" He said, "He wrote to me?"

The soldier walked up to him, giving him a letter. He took it and read it, staying silent for a couple of seconds as his eyes slowly widened.

"H-He is disowning me?" He said, "That cannot be...."

"It appears that he could not cover this up any longer." his subordinate said, "The Crown wanted you to answer for your crimes..."

"B-But Drakken..." Corlys said, "He did this to me....he cursed me!! It is his fault!!"

"Until you return to Westeros and atone for your crimes, Lord Daemon has named Vaemond as his heir." the man said, "I am sorry, My Lord. But it appears that this is something we cannot avoid...."

"Curse you, Drakken!!!" Corlys said as he balled up the letter and threw it to the sand, "Why must I be tormented?!"

"What is to be done now, My Lord?" the man asked, "We cannot keep doing this. We followed you because most of these men are as vile as one could imagine. They were surprised that you had suddenly turned like this."

Corlys clutched his head, "I need to find a way to end this suffering..." He said, "All of this is because Drakken..."

"The strange metal...the engravings..." the man said, "Could it be the key to your release?"

"End of Death..." Corlys said, "Where did you say the star fell?"

"Near Andalos." the man said, "I asked around, there is word that the metal was part of a large supply of Star Ore. There is a chance that it had been mined....perhaps turned into a weapon..."

"A weapon...." Corlys said, "End of Death....Drakken called himself Death itself.....end of death...."

"My Lord...?" the man said, "You are not implying what I think you are...."

"This weapon....this ore...." Corlys said as he scowled, "This could be the key to ending Drakken himself...."

"I see." The man said, "Our next move is....?"

"We find that weapon!" Corlys said, "And we hand it over to King Jaehaerys so he uses it on Drakken!! Not only will I be released from this curse, the King will pardon my crimes!!!"

"Drakken!!! You will pay for this!!!!!"

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[King's Landing]

"How goes our search for this fabled steel?" Baelon asked his Father as they sat at the table

They were in the Small Council table, discussing many ordeals that day. Aemon had returned from Harrenhal, announcing that Aenys was cured of his illness. Baelon and Jaehaerys were relieved of that but they ignored Aemon overall.

"We're getting closer by the day." Jaehaerys said, "Drakken was confirmed to be in Andalos, slaughtering people in search of something."

Septon Barth nodded, "I believe he has caught whiff of that." He said, "Perhaps it is something he does not want on the hands of someone else."

"What, you think it is something that could hurt him?" Baelon asked, "Maybe he wants it for the magic. He is very obsessed with draining magic, that is why he wants Saera."

"I must say." Lord Rodrik Arryn said, "Drakken has been quite tame as of late. Make no mistake, none of us should forget how terrifying he is. He is a walking calamity, a storm waiting to break out and lay devastation to all. But the past two years, he has been doing nothing. That Dorne issue was quite confusing if I may say."

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"Dorne was tired of constantly poking Drakken for a direct alliance." Baelon said, "The Martells wanted to wage war on us and bring Drakken into it. But Drakken was not happy with it and pointed his weapons at them. That is why they backed up so quickly."

"Lord Arryn is right, however...." Barth said, "Drakken is too calm these days. Perhaps his second son has made him go soft."

"It is Maegelle." Jaehaerys said, "It is her influence that is making him this way. Sometimes I think that giving her to him was the right call."

"In hindsight, it could be...." Baelon said, "He has no longer shown any interest in tormenting us. If Maegelle was not constantly holding him back, who knows what he could have done."

"That much is true." Jaehaerys said, "But I cannot shake this feeling off....Drakken is not something we could control.....we need to find a way to permanently end his threat....whether peacefully....or violently."

"So we want to kill him?" Baelon asked

"He seems unkillable." Rodrik said

"He is but a man." Jaehaerys said, "A powerful man, capable of unthinkable things....but if he fears whatever that steel does....then it could be his weakness....."

"We can use it against him."