House of The Dragon-A God Amongst Men-Chapter 155: State of Crisis III

(Third Person POV)

"W-What?!" Rodrik exclaimed, "What are you talking about? How did you hear that?!"

Drakken turned to face him, "I hear everything." He said, "My information network is far more vast than you imbeciles can comprehend."

Boremund got to his knees as the burning debris of the explosion fell around them, "W-What in the gods' names did you do?"

"Nothing." Drakken said as he pointed at him, "You stupid cretin."

Boremund was hit by a telekinetic push, being sent flying across the rampart and landing hard on the floor.

"Aghh!!" He cried out

Rodrik stood up and reached for his sword, suddenly frozen in place. He could not move an inch, his entire body was held still by a creeping feeling inside his body.

"What is this....feeling?" He asked as he began to sweat slightly, "This doesn't feel like the pressure that holds us down...."

Drakken cracked his neck as he took a step forward, "Shame." He said, "I take it you took Daella's virginity."

Rodrik looked at him, "W-What?"

Drakken slightly smirked, "Here I wanted to be the one who did that." He said, "To be that sweet and beautiful thing's first time....that would have been perfect....to piss Jaehaerys off...."

Rodrik narrowed his eyes, "Y-You..." He said, "All you do....you do it to anger my King?!"

Drakken snapped his fingers, "Yep."

Suddenly, Rodrik felt something pierce through his shoulder, a numb sensation spreading throughout his entire left side.

"What...." He mumbled as he looked to the side, for some reason, his head was the only thing he could move, "This feeling...."

A large red spike was sprouting out of his shoulder as blood slowly poured down his arm. Despite this, Rodrik did not feel any pain from this action, he was simply taken aback by this.

"No pain, but that is quite the damage you took." Drakken said, "All of your blood solidified and forced out in the form a spike..."

"What?!" Rodrik exclaimed

"Blood Sorcery....." Drakken walked up to him, "Not my favored way of fighting, but it can be quite useful."

He swooped his hand at his neck, clutching it tightly as Rodrik widened his eyes in shock.

"A-Aghh!!" Rodrik exclaimed

"My Duskguard will level the battlefield." Drakken said with a serious glare, "Essosi, Dornish, Stormlanders....it matters not....all of them will die in my Battlefield....and they will either fuel my power....or will be turned into my Marked Ones. It is inevitable...."

Boremund stood up, "You fucking bastard!!" He said

He tried to take a step forward but he suddenly collapsed back down to the ground. He then felt his entire belly and face was getting wet by a pool of blood on the floor. He noticed that there was open wounds all over his body, pouring blood out without him even feeling it.

"W-What?!" He exclaimed as his face went pale, "Blood....my blood?!"

"Crimson Thorns"

Suddenly, the entire pool of blood formed into crimson spikes and impaled Boremund, piercing through his body as they lifted him up in the air. One of them got him through his mouth, his eyes widened in shock as more blood poured out his mouth and down the spike.

"Ghhh...." He managed

Despite this, Boremund did not die. But he was able to feel the piercing pain throughout his body, he could feel nothing but a creeping cold spreading down his spine as the only warmth in his body was on his eyes, blood began to pour from them in the form of tears.

Rodrik was glancing back, "W-What have you done?" He managed, Drakken's grip had loosened enough for him to look back at Boremund, "D-Drakken.....!!"

"A little glimpse of what I was taught." Drakken said, "The power of Blood Sorcery used by the powerful Vampire Lords that are my brothers."

"W-What Madness are you speaking?" Rodrik managed, "Y-You..."

"Shhh..... "Drakken said as he tightened his grip again, "Let me peer into your mind.....and see what you did to my Daella..."

Suddenly, black ether tendrils sprouted from his arm and injected themselves into Rodrik's head, causing his eyes to whiten out.

Drakken's eyes also whitened out, signaling some sort of memory tranfer, "Ho....?" He said, "What a weak fucking pumper you are, haha!"

The tendrils ejected from Rodrik's head and their eyes went back to normal, "A-Aghh!" He exclaimed, "What did you do to me?!"

"Peered into your memories, nothing too crazy." Drakken said as he let go of him, "But now, I have what I need....to pay the sweet and beautiful Daella a visit."

"D-Don't you dare touch her!!" Rodrik glared at him, "She's my wife!!"

"Sure, sure...." Drakken smirked viciously, "You promised to meet her again after the war under the trees of the Secret Gardens? Hahahaha!! What a stupid fucking thing to say, Rodrik!! Do you seriously think a fool like you can survive a war against me?!"

Drakken swung his fist at Rodrik, striking his stomach and buckling down. There was a loud crack that was heard as Rodrik collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain. His spine was affected by the impact of the punch and he was struggling to move, blood pouring out of his mouth while he gasped for air.

"Ahh...." He managed, "N-No...."

"Ah, you're so fragile." Drakken crouched down and patted his back, healing him in an instant, "You're so fucking weak..."

Rodrik gasped for air, "Ah..!" He managed, "What?"

Drakken straightened up and walked over to Boremund, "And you!" He said, "Such a shame what happened to your Sister. Oh man, she was one hot piece of meat, I'll tell you that! I mean, I wasn't interested in her or anything, but who am I to deny the fact a mere human is attractive."

Boremund's eyes glared at Drakken, anger filling them. The Lord of Storm's End did not say anything, however, since he was unable to do so.

"Aemon must be so full of despair, a gut-wrenching feeling, eh?" Drakken smirked, "To lose his wife and son, how tragic. I do admit, it is something I didn't foresee...oh well, I can't do much about it. And you? What do you intend to do about it? Should I kill you? Should I let you go? What it is it gonna be?"

Rodrik stood up and drew his sword, the Blood Sorcery's effect had ended, "You will do no such thing!!"

He lunged at Drakken and swung his sword but the blade was simply parried by an invisible force, Drakken had not bothered to react to this.

"Hm." He said, "I was going to delay your death a bit longer, Arryn. Have you lead the armies further down south and win a few battles before you mysteriously get your head blown up by a Flame-Lightning blast."

Rodrik had stumbled, "You...."

"But if you insist." Drakken turned around and pointed his finger at him, "I guess we can do it here. I'll think of something."

Suddenly, Rodrik's stomach was incinerated by a stream of flames and lightning that ran through him, causing him to stagger slowly backwards.

Blood poured from his mouth as he looked at Drakken with pure shock, "What....?" He mumbled

"Damn..." Drakken said as he walked towards him and bent to the side, looking at the massive hole in him, "I can see through you..."

Rodrik collapsed to the ground and the moment he did so, Drakken's tendrils injected themselves into him, rapidly repairing the hole, keeping him alive.

"Ahhh, you thought!" He laughed, "You think you can get an easy death?! No sir! You fucked Daella, I guess I can torment you a little....look, watch."

Suddenly, Rodrik's body was lifted up by crimson spikes that sprouted from all over him; spikes formed by his blood via Drakken's sorcery.

"A-Aghh...." Rodrik said

Drakken then pointed his finger at Boremund and fired off a beam of flames, incinerating his right side. This broke the spikes and caused Boremund to collapse to the ground, writhing in pain.

"Urrghhh!!" He grunted

"Yea...." Drakken said, "It hurts, doesn't it.....hold on, give me a second...."

Drakken injected his tendrils in Boremund, repairing his wounds and allowing his arm to be reconstructed. As the wounds were healed and his tendrils were retracted, Drakken walked over and kicked him in the side, sending him flying to the side of the rampart.

"Ehehe....." He said, "This is boring, you should fight back or something....."

"L-Leave him be...." Rodrik managed, "Your quarrel is with me...."

"You're right." Drakken said, "I should have you as my personal torture toy.....but...that would be tasteless.....maybe I should kill you....."

"You coward....." Boremund managed, "You use your powers...,knowing that without them, you are nothing."

"Ah." Drakken said, "An attempt to goad me into fighting you directly....sure, we can go that route."

Drakken summoned a sword into his hand and twirled it in front of them as Rodrik was released from the spikes, falling back to the ground.

"H-He...." Rodrik managed

"Come on...." Drakken said, "I'll give you a fair fight. After that, my Duskguard will run through your armies like nothing.....and your corpses will be strung up as an example to the rest of the realm...."

"You will not live to see tomorrow."