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Darkness Reborn by I LIKE FEAR 1-2

Lord of the Rings & Game of Thrones Xover Rated: M, English, Fantasy & Horror, [OC, Sauron, Jon S.], Words: 492k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Jan 25, 2020 Updated: Aug 11

966Chapter 3

here's the next chapter for you guys, got excited and wanted to get it out quickly so I hope you enjoy this.

K so I want to me something clearer, the events of the first chapter take place around 500 ish years before the start of GoT. More specifically about four hundred and seventy years in the past. I'm hoping my timeline will be relatively close. I might be off by a few years but I'll try to be close.

Darkness Rising

Chapter 3: The Doom

In the far off cold of the Land of Always Winter, the Lord and Lady of Darkness rebuilt their monstrous kingdom. Using her magics, Lilith twisted the land, digging deep chasms into the icy terrain where her orcish followers began to build a mighty fortress. This fortress began it's foundations deep in the icy ravines carved out by Lilith, and beneath these foundations, the orcs dug pits into the frozen earth.

From the icy stone she had taken from the Other that she had killed, she had gained access to newer magics, and her necromatic powers increased.

Lilith took her new powers and added them into the orc pits, giving rise to a new breed of orcs. These orcs looked similar to their Mordor born cousins, except that their eyes glowed a bright blue, and their skin was a dark, blotchy blue in color. These orcs were far more resistant to the cold then their cousins, and complained far less than the other orcs did about the freezing conditions.

Nearly twenty years of never ending work, passed by as the two lords of darkness went about constructing their new host. Occasionally, Harry would return to Mordor, and spend several weeks there, gathering more forces, materials, and generally ensuring that preparations there, continued in secret.

While Lilith focused on building their forces in the Far North, Harry focused on constructing a more permanent passageway between Mordor and their new Northern Kingdom.

It took Harry nearly a decade to accomplish his task, creating a permanent passageway way between the two locations, using the same principal as the Vanishing Cabinets, but without the need to keep opening and closing them. The first passageway he created was the same size as the cabinets, and was simply like a doorway. At first glance it appeared to simply be an open stone archway filled with complete blackness, no light coming through the space within the arch. The passage itself was near instantaneous. Simply walk through, and out the other side you came.

This passageway was constructed within the deep chasms they had constructed in the Land of Always Winter. Once Harry was successful, he then worked to create a much larger passageway as well. This second passage took another three years to full construct. Though quicker then his original passageway, it was still difficult to make such connections, and find create the right magical runes to stabilize the gateways.

While the first passage was large enough for a full grown man to pass through with relative ease, the second passageway was far larger. Able to a large column of orcs to easily march through.

The passages on both sides, were hidden away from the sight of the Valar and Eru, beneath the crust of the Earth in dark caves. Right now, only orcs, uruks, trolls, and the slightly larger warbeasts would be able to fit into the caves, but upon his success Harry was quick to order said caves expanded to allow larger hosts to fit into them and pass through.

In the nearly twenty years that the two had spent constructing their new kingdom, Harry and Lilith spent a great deal of time, talking about Harry's past, and the things he could share that weren't under Taboo.

He talked about their childhood together, how their parents had been killed by a dark wizard, who's name Harry wouldn't say, knowing full well that it was most likely under Taboo. Thanks to their mother, when this dark wizard tried to kill them, his spell rebounded and destroyed him instead. The two were then placed into the care of their aunt and uncle, whom hated magic, and their parents.

The two lived a lonely life, often kept locked under the stair, with no one but each other to keep themselves company. How they discovered their magical abilities together, and in secret, away from the eyes of their awful guardians, the two taught each other.

It was these many stories of their early childhood, that led to Lilith asking to be retaught the magic of her past. Harry was more than happy to show her all of the spells he knew starting with simple things, like basic charms, and the like but quickly advancing to more powerful magics. Despite not remembering her past, Lilith was still more powerful then Harry by a long shot. Learning these magics, helped to focus her powers, and made it easier for her to construct their new kingdom.

Time was of no concern to the duo as they built and built. Twenty years to construct the foundation of their new fortress, twenty years until the fortress began to slowly rise out the mountainous tundras of the Land of Always Winter.

Over the course of the twenty years of construction, their servants began addressing them more and more. The names, Sauron, and Morgoth, began to fill the air as time went by, and the two found themselves returning to form, only addressing each other by their personal names when in private. To everyone else, even their own forces, they were the Lords of Darkness, Morgoth and Sauron.

During the twenty year time gap, the two had amassed a sizable force of orcs, uruks, olegs, caragors, wargs, graugs, and giant mirkwood spiders. During that time, as their forces grew, they dispatched their soldiers south towards the mountains, to begin digging for resources and were successful in establishing a number of mines and even beginning to construct small forts throughout the mountains. The only real travelers they had to worry about were the Thenns, a clan of people who lived in a valley along the northern end of the mountain range, and the giants who inhabited a territory not far from the Land of Always Winter. Both tribes were few in number and easily avoided.

With their forces increasing in number, Lilith began to experiment on the dead and decrepit lands. Using her magical powers, and the Heart of the Others as she had taken to calling the artifact she had taken from the Other she'd killed, Lilith began using it to raise the dead. Ancient burial mounds littered the Land of Always Winter, with ancient bones ready to rise again to serve a new master. She quickly learned that the power of this stone could be split and passed onto others, granting her servants the ability to control the dead.

The first person she passed this power onto was Harry, adding it to his already considerable necromatic abilities. He, in turn, suggested it be given to a few of the orc, uruk, or Oleg Chieftains, to see what would happen.

The end result was spectacular. It caused unspeakable pain to the those they performed the passing on, but it resulted in them possessing incredible powers. The physical changes made them stand out amongst the ranks of their army, with each recipient having their hair turn white as ice, their skilled pulled taught, almost like it was mummified, and their eyes turned an icy blue. At the ends they looked much like the Other that Lilith had killed, and it was with their transformation that she began to suspect that the one she had killed was no ordinary foe, but quite possibly the leader of the Others. If he had been said leader, then his death would explain why there were no more Others around to stop their advance.

These modified chieftains gained the ability to raise wights, and they emanated an unspeakable cold from their bodies. They were so cold in fact that any basic weapons that struck them, shattered like glass, making them near unkillable. Only magical weapons could harm them, which in turn led to them possessing the same weaknesses as the original Other that Lilith had killed. They had great magical power, and defenses, but if you got past those defenses, they were incredibly fragile.

Knowing that, Lilith and Harry chose not to spread this power to all of their servants, only a handful to make a separate tribe.

During their time there, Lilith began to call forth all sorts of unspeakable abominations, into the world. Such as various spirits, and demons, drawn forth from the Void. Harry sent scouts south to capture various beasts such as the Direwolves, and giant mammoths, which were then brought back to their growing fortress to be studied and then corrupted into new servants.

After a while, the two decided to name their new fortress. It was Harry who decided on a name, one that would suit their return. He was adamant that when they returned again, they would destroy Middle-Earth, and take all of Arda as their own. They would kill Eru Illuvitar and crush the Valar. It was with that determination that he thought it would be an interesting return to form if they chose to name their new fortress in the language of the old magical language they had learned together, Latin.

"Are you sure that is wise? You spent all of time hiding from Eru, and hiding who you were from him. To name things in a language he knows only someone from his past can know, do you not believe that will draw his suspicions?" Lilith inquired.

"It will… to you. I intend for you to know everything by the time we return. And with any amount of luck, your memories will have returned to you as well. Drawing his full attention to you, will allow me to move in secret. After all… he needed me to stop you the first time." Harry offered with a cruel smile.

"You think my remembering would force him to call upon you for help once more?" Lilith inquired.

"He thinks that I'm dead, and he no doubt tried to revive me, along with you. He knows that he couldn't for some reason, and he probably suspects the Deathly Hallows are responsible, or maybe even my former connection to the Dark Wizard that killed our parents. Regardless, as I've said before, you're stronger then him. Even now, with all that's he's done. It required the powers of the Secret Fire, powers that he did no possess long ago. I've never once believed that the power of creation was of his conception. I believe he found it, or stole it. And that means it can be taken away from him. Without it, he's the same, pitiful old man, I once knew. You and I have power, there is a reason he didn't fight you himself when you rebelled. He relied on the Valar to do it for him. And even when he sank Númenor, it was with the power of creation, by causing great waves to consume it. His powers have always been a sham, a shadow on the wall. An illusion, hiding away the truth. I don't believe any of that has changed. We will separate him from the Secret Fire, and then we'll see how powerful god really is." Harry responded, his eyes lighting up with emerald flame and a cruel smile as he did.

Lilith's own grin spread across her face. She enjoyed seeing him so worked up, and enjoyed openly rebelling. She hated Eru, and anything that got under his skin, simply made her giddy. If using this forgotten language, would cause the old man some grief down the line, than that was fine with her.

Not to mention the fact that regardless of what they named their fortress, the orcs would name it in the Black Speech, and the elves would name it in Sindarin. The men and dwarves would no doubt take on whatever name the elves came up with, so it was of little concern really. Even openly using the language, did little to alert their enemy. And in the end it wouldn't matter until they returned to Middle-Earth, regardless.

So with that in mind, they settled on a name. Tantibus Arcis. The Nightmare Citadel. The perfect name for the heart of their new kingdom, in a land of unending night and cold, that reminded both of them, of Lilith's first fortress, Utumno.

It would still be years before the fortress was completed, but with it's foundations dug out, it would begin to rapidly rise from the ground and soon would tower over the surroundings.

With the rise of their new fortress, Harry and Lilith began to turn their thoughts towards plans for the south. For the time being their forces were ordered not to approach or attack any of the surrounding peoples. They knew that the time would come for them to head south and attack the free folk, but for the time being, the two were far more interested in exploring.

Eventually the day came, the Witch King, the leader of Harry's Ringwraiths, was left in command of Tantibus Arcis, and the two began to head south.

They quickly traversed the lands, passing down to the great wall quite quickly. Once at the wall, they began their exploration of the lands to it's south. First they investigated the forces on the wall, the men who were called Crows by the free folk. Their true title was Men of the Night's Watch. At first, Lilith had been concerned with the need to assail the massive ice wall, as even with a small force, the defenders could put up one hell of a fight. Instead the two of them found that a large majority of the men on the wall were criminals. Cuthroats, bandits, rapists, murderers. People that had been sent from all over the continent to this prison to guard the realms of men, from that which lay beyond the wall.

It was almost laughable for the two lords of darkness. These men would be easily turned. They were criminals, desperate, and despondent. This place had stripped away their hope, and when it came time to head south, they would easily fall to corruption.

The status of the Wall's defenses was of interesting note. Nearing twelve thousand men in total, it would be a difficult battle, if it came to a fight, but still, a large number of the members were former criminals, and neither dark lord thought it would be difficult to take down the organization from within.

From there they headed south, stopping occasionally for Lilith to steal the soul and memories from someone to gain a clearer understanding of their surroundings. Usually they targeted patrols, and guards as these were more likely to have men who at least knew a bit about the world around them, rather than just their own little village, like the typical peasant.

Eventually their travels brought them to a marvelous sight, the capital of the northern most kingdom on the continent, Winterfell, ruled over by house Stark. The castle itself was magnificent. Eighty foot high walls, surrounding a moat, surrounding one hundred foot high walls. The castle was absolutely massive. It's architecture indicated that it had been been built over thousands of years, bit by bit. Both dark lords were truly impressed. Not since the Númenóreans or the Edain had either of them seen such a wonderful man-made structure. This castle would be truly difficult to assault from the ground, the two would need a plan when it came time to take this castle.

The two entered into the castle under the guise of peasants one day. Both under transformation, making them look human, or in Harry's case, making him look tangible, and not like a ghost. If anyone touched him though, they may just pass right through him so he steered clear from others.

The two spent a few weeks in the castle, reading the minds of those within, learning more about it, it's weaknesses, the North, and the ruling family, House Stark.

Harry and Lilith made an interesting discovery when investigating the Starks. They found that they had the same echoes of Harry's werewolf magic within them as the Direwolves did, which was even more interesting considering their house sigil was a direwolf.

It was Lilith who theorized that the same werewolves that had bred with direwolves, also must have bred with humans leading to the two races. It was this discovery that led to conversations about Harry's new body. If they could awaken the full power of the werewolf blood within the Stark genes, they could create a reasonably powerful vessel for Harry to inhabit.

It was an interesting line of thought, but eventually Harry decided against pursuing such a thing, at least for the moment. He didn't want to jump on the first opportunity for a new body, when there was still so much more to explore. They would keep the Starks in mind, and return to them if they didn't find anything better, but for now how could wait.

From there they went south, heading into the Vale of Arryn. They flew over the mountains examining them, and studying the territory. Eventually they made it to the Eyrie. The great castle, built atop a mountain was equally inspiring and intriguing to the two. Again they infiltrated it, and studied it's structure. Without elves around, no one could really sense their presence. The Eyrie would be difficult to capture on land, the only route to the castle was through the Bloody Gate, a narrow pass that was heavily guarded.

This castle would be of equal pain to capture as Winterfell, they would need to plan for when the day came to assail the mighty stronghold.

From there they headed west, ending up in the Iron Islands, stalwart sea-folk, pirates, and reavers, called this place home. They could make useful allies in future wars. Their territory was small, but powerful, with their main focus being on ships. The current rulers were House Hoare. Definitely something to keep an eye one.

Heading back east, the two made their way into the Riverlands which had no ruler at the moment. The territory had been seized by house Hoare. Conflict was a common occurrence in the Riverlands. A place that had long known war, and would see it freshly renewed when the Dark Lords unleashed their host from the far north.

South of the Riverlands, was the Westerlands, ruled by House Lannister. The capital of the territory was Casterly Rock. A splendid and magnificent castle built atop a mighty peak, overlooking the sea. The castle, much like many they had seen before, would be difficult to assault on the ground. The men guarding it were strong and powerful. These lands would not fall easily, again the two infiltrated the castle, and learned what they could about it. This would most definitely be a trying task in the future.

Further south they entered into the Reach, and the seat of House Gardener. This castle was beautiful. Built of white stone, and filled with flowers and trees. It reminded Harry of the Gondorian castles and fortresses he had faced in his long wars with the kingdoms of men. Yet again, the two infiltrated the castle, and learned what they could from it. This castle would be far less difficult to attack then some of the others, but it would be, by no means, easy.

To the east they headed, and arrived at Storm's End within the Stormlands, ruled by House Durrandon. Storm's End was a formidable fortress. Walls that were a hundred feet high and forty feet thick. It stood resilient against the sea. There was magic here in these old stones, much like there was in some of the other castles. Old magic, that shielded it from destruction. This castle would be an excellent base to use against the remaining kingdoms, if it could be captured.

South of the Stormlands, lay the kingdom of Dorne. Where house Martell ruled over the people from Sunspear. The people here were of mixed decent, apparently having played host to refugees from the Rhoynish lands across the sea. Sunspear, much like Highgarden, would be easier to take then some of the other castles. At least in a ground campaign. The Dornish people were interesting, less like the others of the continent of Westoros. They were more open minded in regards to women as leaders, and more respectful to their bastards as well.

This would be a fascinating conquest, and the desert lands of Dorne would fall easily to the combined powers of the Men of East under Harry's command, and the orcs.

With their arrival here they had a choice, head to the seat of learning in Westoros, Oldtown, ruled by house Hightower, or continue along with the thread of interesting discoveries they had learned from the Rhoynish people. These people had been driven from their lands by the Valyrian Freehold. A coalition of city states, ruled over by dragon riders from across the sea.

Both siblings were far more interested in the so-called dragon riders and quickly departed across the sea. Despite possessing the ability to fly, their journey so far had already taken nearly half a decade as they scoured the land and built a mental map of the Seven Kingdoms of Westoros.

Crossing the sea, the two quickly headed for the heart of the Valyrian Freehold. Their travels brought them to the capitol of Valyria.

There the two were left in amazement at the vast and mighty kingdom of man, built before them. The Valyrians had indeed learned how to ride dragons, and could manipulate them with their magic. They had access to powerful magical spells, and could use their tamed dragons to create powerful structures of blackened stone. They would use their magic and dragonfire to melt stone together, making it appear to be constructed without bricks or slabs.

The capitol itself was seated not far from fourteen great volcanoes known as the Fourteen Fires where countless dragons nested in massive swarms. These dragons were bound to the will of the Valyrians with their magic, though Harry and Lilith did note that these dragons were similar to the one's found on Harry's homeworld, and not the Great Dragons that Lilith had created.

Much as the two had done before, they infiltrate the capitol and began to pilfer it's secrets. They observed ancient magics and spells and developed new ideas based off of the things that they'd seen. During their investigations, they came upon an interesting sight. A family within the freehold, wealthy landowners with dragons of their own. The Targaryens. Of the many ruling families, the Targaryens were far from the most powerful, with only a few dragons to their names, they were still considered a mighty house. What made them unique, was a distinct blood trait. Within them, they had the blood of dragons. More specifically, in their blood echoed remnants of Lilith's Great Dragons.

This discovery was of great fascination to the two Dark Lords who spent many months investigating the various families of Valyria. None shared in that same tie to the Great Dragons. The only real distinction between the rest of the Valyrians and the Targaryens was the Targaryens had an immunity to fire and they tended to actually bond with their dragons rather than bind them as the others did.

The two were quick to decide that Harry's new body would need to be of Targaryen descent. They could activate the blood of the Great Dragons, making an extraordinarily powerful vessel for him to inhabit, perhaps one even stronger than his original body.

With that in mind the two retreated into the Fourteen Fires, to begin planning how they would do this. Hidden amongst the dragons' nests, they were left relatively alone. Only the largest of the dragons dared to approach the two, most of the others simply scattered away. This fear allowed the two to also begin collecting some dragon eggs in preparation for Lilith creating more Great Dragons.

Eventually Harry decided that he would begin grooming the Targaryen line, increasing the strength of the dragonblood within it, and when he was ready, he would take one of their newborns as his new body.

Lilith approved of this measure, and made the choice to leave him here at Valyria to begin his work on the Targaryens. She would take the dragon eggs back to their fortress in the North of Westoros and begin creating the Great Dragons once more.

And so it was that the two went about their work. Harry began to appear to the Targaryens in their dreams, using his magic to influence the dragonblood within them, making them stronger and more powerful.

Harry also began his plots to destroy the Valyrian Freehold. This was by far the largest and most powerful enemy they had encountered in this world. The Valyrians could be their greatest challenge, so Harry under the guise of Sauron, or more accurately, a nameless black shadow within the Fourteen Fires, began to plot the Freehold's downfall.

He kept in constant contact with his beloved sister, as she worked her magic to rebirth the Great Dragons. They had been away from their fortress for nearly eight years before she returned and when she did, she found that their numbers had grown and the fortress was well under construction, the main tower of the fortress being a massive construct that rose from a deep chasm, up the side of a mountain. Upon it's completion, this main tower would be nearly a three thousand feet tall upon it's completion. Not nearly as tall as Harry's own fortress of Barad-Dûr, but much wider. Instead of being mostly a tower, this would be a massive fortress that would extent out a league in any direction and contain thousands of tunnels deep beneath it.

The external portions would only be a fraction of the true size of the mighty fortress. The majority of the fortress itself would be underground and within the mountain with the only way in being through the main exterior fortifications. It would be unlike anything seen since the time of Angband or Utumno.

Tantibus Arcis would be a true nightmare in the hearts of men. A dread citadel at the edge of the world. In the pits beneath it, she began to breed her new dragons, using her twisted magics to birth the next generation of Great Dragons. With all that she had learned, she would be able to fix their design this time around. Removing their weaknesses and granting them greater strength. This time, they would be perfect, she would make sure of that.

Nearly a decade passed of plotting and preparing when suddenly Lilith received a call from Harry on the two-way mirror he had created for them. His voice was filled with excitement as he called for her to journey to Valyria to see what he had found beneath the Fourteen Fires.

Lilith was not one who accepted being summoned like a dog, yet Harry would not do so for no good reason. So she indulged him, heading back to Valyria for the first time in ten Years. She met Harry in one of the two center most volcanoes of the Fourteen Fires.

"You seemed rather excited when you called for me. What is it that you've found?" Lilith inquired upon arriving to his side.

Harry offered her a triumphant smirk and gestured to the boiling lava pits below.

"Reach out with your powers, and feel what sleeps below. Tell me if it's familiar to you." Harry told her, his smirk growing and his eyes lighting up with anticipation.

Lilith did as instructed, extending her will into the volcanic flames deep beneath them. She pushed her mind deeper into the molten rock, finding nothing. She knew he wouldn't have called her all this way without having found something truly amazing, so she pressed deeper, and deeper, until finally she felt a familiar essence flowing through the magma.

Deeper she pushed her mind, following the essence to it's source. When she felt it, her eyes lit up, and a grin split her face.

A Balrog. One of her loyal Lieutenants from an era long passed. The beast slumbered deep below them, surrounded by miles of molten rock. The creature had crossed the Void, much as they had, and came to this place long ago. That was the only explanation for why it was here.

Her will pressed against it, but before she could wake it, Harry placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

"Harry?" She inquired with confusion.

"The volcanoes are fragile. I believe when you awaken the Balrog, it will trigger an eruption. And one eruption may cause the other volcanoes to erupt as well. Destroying the entire area." Harry informed her, earning a nod of understanding from his twin.

"We can use that though." Lilith noted, earning a smirk from Harry in the process.

"That we can. Allow me to pilfer what I can from the Valyrians, and remove the Targaryens from danger before you awaken the Balrog. Once that is done, we can strike a mortal blow to the Valyrians, one that they may not recover from. Their capital city is not far from here. The eruption of all Fourteen Volcanoes may destroy the city outright, shattering their grip on Essos, in the process." Harry offered.

Lilith nodded in agreement to his request. They would take what they could from the Valyrians, and then awaken her ancient servant.

Thus began a period of excitement for them, Lilith returned to her work at Tantibus Arcis, and Harry set to work stealing secrets from the Valyrians, pilfering things of value in secret. Harry had the two vanishing cabinets he had originally created to get from Mordor to Westoros, and had one of them brought to him in Valyria by Lilith, while the other remained in the pits of the citadel. From there, Harry would sneak his cabinet into the mines of Valyria, using a sizing charm to make it small, and under the secrecy of the Cloak of Invisibility, he would enter into the mine, find a hidden location out of sight, resize the cabinet and allow Orcs to sneak in and steal the slaves, as well as various ores and occasionally things of greater value like scrolls that Harry would pilfer, or even ingots of Valyrian Steel.

Whispers spread about the thefts but Harry could never be located. He didn't need the Cloak of Invisibility to become invisible as he was basically a spirit at this point but he used it just in case to avoid any magical spells, or the senses of the Dragons to avoid detection.

These resources and slaves were sent to the Nightmare Citadel, where they would be put to good use in preparation for the wars to come.

Eventually rumors spread among the slaves of vile monsters hidden within the mines. The orcs had not gone unnoticed but if they ever encountered a conflict, they would simply retreat into the cabinet which Harry would then hide with a Notice-Me-Not charm.

Six years this went on. Six long years Harry stole from the Valyrians. Vast amounts of wealth and slaves, flowed from his traps and into their kingdom. The Valyrians hardly noticed, their insatiable appetite for more meant that even with some resources going missing, it hardly affected them.

Eventually the day came where Harry entered into the mind of the daughter of the head of House Targaryen, Daenys Targaryen. In her mind he unleashed a vision of devastation. The fiery destruction of Valyria. A vision so powerful and clear that she awoke screaming in the night, and rushed to her father, telling him everything that she saw.

A few weeks passed. Every full moon, Harry would deliver the same vision onto Daenys. After the fifth time her father decided that this was a warning, and that they had to flee.

Like a man possessed he sold his lands and took his household and headed west. The Targaryens intended to settle on the westernmost edge of the Valyrian freehold, the island of Dragonstone, off the coast of Westoros.

With the Targaryens gone, Harry returned to work, pilfering from the Valyrians, stealing more of their secrets, their famous steal, he'd even personally gone to capture some of their most powerful magicals and craftsmen, having them kidnapped from their homes and dragged into the Vanishing Cabinet.

Humorously, a rumor began to spread from those that had managed to escape the orcs, of a 'dread cabinet' in the mines. A simple wooden cabinet that if one found it open, they should immediately flee from it, lest demons emerge and steal them away to the other side.

Harry and Lilith found it hilarious, and joked about it often. Twelve more years passed as Harry sent her all that he could manage without drawing the full attention of the Valyrians.

Rumors spread, and stories ran the gauntlet from outlandish wives-tales to diabolical fantasy stories. Many of which were spread by the slaves. In the nearly two decades that Harry spent kidnapping and stealing from the Valyrians, he had amassed quite a collection of items and slaves back at their Citadel.

Eventually though, the time had come and Lilith had grown impatient. Many of the most valuable things had been stolen already, all he was doing now was sending more basic things like slaves, gold, and jewels. While useful as bartering chips, they didn't really need them, and they definitely didn't need them more than a Balrog.

Twelve years after Harry had driven the Targaryens away with prophetic visions he called Lilith back to Valyria, where she immediately got to work awakening the Balrog.

What would have taken months for her servants and weeks, even for Harry, occurred in a single moment for her. Her will pierced the fire and magma and pushed into the slumbering mind of her ancient servant. Her mind passed into it's stirring the beast. She recognized it instantly.

"Dathrag! Rise! Your master calls for you. Rise my servant. Rise and bring death to the world!" Lilith hissed as the mountain began to shake.

A roar rose out from below as both of their eyes lit up with excitement.

Quickly the two flew out of the volcano, retreating to a nearby mountain.

They watched for several long moments as the world began to shake.

The shaking grew worse, and the hordes of dragons began to screech and take to the skies from each of the Fourteen Fires.

"Rise my servant. Rise and lay waste to these pathetic urchins." Lilith commanded, her eyes a fiery inferno and her voice seemingly carrying out over the entire volcanic range.

Suddenly, the volcano they had just departed from erupted. The sound was deafening, had either of them been mortal they would have permanently lost their hearing standing this close to the eruption.

Smoke and fire billowed up from the mountain as the earth shook violently. A few moments after the first volcano erupted the nearest volcano also began to erupt, releasing another deafening shockwave as it exploded into smoke and volcanic gasses.

Fire began to erupt from the first volcano, and soon magma was bursting forth. From the flames, a shadow emerged as the third volcano erupted.

This shadow shot high into the sky, flying free from the fire and ash and heading right towards them.

Lilith casually raised her hand forming a barrier of magic around herself as the burning shadow descended towards them, massive wings unfolding from the creature, sending lava splattering across the ground around Harry and Lilith. Her barrier stopped the molten rock from pelting her and it simply passed right through Harry's body.

The ground shook as the Balrog slammed into the earth before them, letting loose a demonic roar of fire and sulfur as it focused on them.

Several tense moments passed as it locked eyes with Lilith, her blazing orange gems, locked with pure hellfire. The Balrog unleashed another roar before dropping to a knee, kneeling before it's dark master.

"Dathrag. How good to see you again." Lilith said with a smirk as the fourth volcano erupted in the distance.

"Master!" The Demon hissed out in an ancient forgotten language, it's voice filled with fire and sulfur. The beast towered over them, standing at nearly thirty feet high, Lilith blinked several times, curious at it's size. She'd never seen one of her servants take such a towering form before. She was not at all upset by it's appearance. The Balrog's had the ability to change their shapes, taking on different forms, but being constrained to fire, shadow, and darkness.

The form of the creature before her was a mountainous demon. Four horns emerging from it's head, two long batlike wings extending far out from it's back. (Similar to Durin's Bane from the movies, but with Tar Goroth's body shape)

A long thick tail flowed out from it's body, and fire and smoke billowed free from cracks on the shadowy flesh of the beast. It's eyes were pure hellfire and it almost looked like a crossbreed between a man and a dragon, if she were forced to describe it.

The mighty demon stared down at her, as another volcano erupted in the distance. Then two more.

"Come, my servant. Let us bare witness to the devastation." Lilith offered after a moment of silence between the three.

With a mighty growl from the beast, the three took flight, appearing on a mountain top overlooking the city of Valyria.

Chaos surged through the streets of the ancient city as the remaining volcanoes began to erupt.

Powerful earthquakes shattered the land as ash filled the sky.

The trio watched as the land splintered, and sank into the sea. Within an hour, the Valyrian capital that had stood for thousands of years, was destroyed. Within days, the peninsula that had been the home of the Valyrians had split in two with some of the Fourteen Fires, sinking into the ocean. Huge clouds of ash and sulfur rained down, choking those that survived the earthquakes and tsunamis. Rivers and lakes quickly turned into poisonous cesspools or acid. Smaller volcanoes began to erupt around the peninsula, filling the entire area with a dense and toxic cloud of smoke.

Through it all, the trio watched. This had been far more amazing than they had anticipated. Almost no one had survived the destruction. The Valyrians who lived in and around the capitol were almost completely wiped out and those that lived in the surrounding areas fared no better.

To their amazement, the volcanoes had not just dealt the freehold a major wound, but had more than likely crippled it beyond saving.

"Reminds me of home." Harry noted, staring out across the burning mountains, and boiling seas that had once been the greatest empire this world had ever known.

"The orcs will love it here." Lilith hummed in agreement.

As they enjoyed the destruction, the two had brought their old ally into the fold, and informed him of what had happened and where they now were. The two had questioned him on how he had come to this place, his answer had been that during the final days of the War of Wrath, he had received a near mortal wound, and had used a vast quantity of his power to try and escape. The end result was a tear that he fell into that led him into the Void. In that aimless place he came crashing out of the void and into this realm. Wounded and exhausted he crawled into the pits of the mountain and entered into a deep slumber, where he had remained until he felt his master call for him.

His answer led to further speculation about the nature of the connection between worlds and the Void. The only creatures that inhabited said Void were demons, spirits, and lost things. Some of those demons had come to serve Lilith but even they offered little in the way of understanding that strange place. Not even Ungoliant, who was said to have come from the shadows beyond Arda, was truly aware of what the Void was, and if she was, than she unfortunately never told Lilith during their short time together.

Regardless. With the eruption of the volcanoes, the Valyrian Freehold had been dealt a mortal blow, and the two dark lords now set their sight on more pressing endeavors, such as getting Harry a new body and building another fortress within these ruins.

A fortress built in the wintery hell of the Land of Always Winter, and a fortress built in the shadows of Valyria's destruction. Now that would serve as an excellent start to their future campaign.

The time was coming. Preparations were far from complete, but the duo would soon be poised to unleash their armies upon the world.

-To Be Continued-

Alright here's the next chapter. Hope you liked that. Everything is coming together and it looks like it's gonna be a lot of fun. Enjoy!

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