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After Adam imploded his body with all the energy within it, everywhere in the known world, red clouds rained down black blood and red lightning, tsunamis rose, and earthquakes riddled the lands. Animals panicked and or migrated randomly, and plants rotted or bloomed instantly depending on the region. He fell into the black void, hoping he would run into his wife.
[A/N: I changed this because it made no sense, and I incorporated a world will in later chapters, so I changed it to make it make sense.]
He didn't expect anything, but he did have a thought that he would wake up in front of black, fiery gates. (Even that world had a version of hell.)
Instead, he felt a slimy liquid around him from all directions. It clung to his skin. If he even had skin and resisted each movement. When he moved his arms outward, they met a soft, rounded wall that stretched but did not part. it felt wrong. He was weightless, yet confined. Floating, yet affixed. Every motion had sent a dull ripple through the thick, warm liquid around him.
As Adam kept moving, he became aware that his body was far smaller than he remembered, even smaller than he was as a child. His limbs were short, and his movements were uncoordinated and restrained. His head felt heavy and disproportionately big, as a cord connected to his belly to somewhere, and while he could not see it, he could feel it.
He twisted, testing the limits of his reach, and encountered a shape beside him. He hit it by mistake, and it hit him back.
The strike was weak, but another strike came at him. Though he was able to dodge all the strikes before they could hit him and harm him. The liquid shifted around him as he moved; it was thick. He tried to understand what was happening, but there was no sound, no voice, only sensation and the liquid.
Adam didn't know how much time had passed, just that it had. There was no way to tell the time. There was only the surrounding liquid, himself, and the thing that had hit me back. It kept trying to hit me even as time passed, but he never let it happen again. He pulled away from it whenever he felt it move.
Even if he was the one who hit it first, that was a mistake. It was a blind movement in a place he didn't understand. From what he understands now, he's not a child but a fetus. And that thing that was trying to hit him was most likely his brother or sister.
After he came to that understanding, when he felt his heartbeat stronger as time passed, even though he was supposed to be dead, the other things' heartbeats grew stronger as his did. He also heard voices from outside the womb, and he also felt like a hand rubbed the wall when he pushed on it.
As more time passed, a new sensation began to build. A pushing feeling from all around him, the walls expanded, then tightened. The liquid churned more violently than before. The space that had once felt just small now felt even smaller.
His brother or sister drifted closer, drawn by the same force. Their bodies brushed again and again. The walls contracted, squeezing them both toward the bottom.
Then Adam felt an opening at the bottom of the womb; it was most likely the uterus. It was not large, but he felt a thin ray of light break through the liquid darkness. It flickered as people moved over it, blocking it, then it brightened, and the opening got wider as the pressure increased, guiding them toward it.
His sibling pressed against him, pushing him upwards as it went closer to the opening. Another contraction came, harder than the last, and his small body surged forward.
His sibling pushed Adam back once more with its feet, and then the cord around his belly button tightened as it wrapped around his neck. The light widened as his sibling went out the opening into the real world. The liquid rushed past him, the walls tightening again, and he felt himself slide away from the opening.
He tried to go out of the opening, but the cord stopped him. It tightened around his neck if he moved too much. The pulse of its heart still within it beat steadily, but it began to slow down due to the lack of air or whatever it is that the thing that is in the womb uses.
Then Adam thought of something, "Ha, this is the end for me."
His voice did not have any rage or sadness in it; instead, it was calm and accepting. As he spoke, his soul body slipped free from the baby's body, rising upward as if freed from gravity. He hovered above it, translucent and whole, looking down at the small body suspended in the liquid.
The infant twitched, blind and unaware. "But it's not for you."
As he spoke again, his voice began to thin, as if it was growing distant. A faint light ignited around his soul. First, it was a shimmer, then a steady glow. It wrapped around him like a blazing flame. As the glow intensified, it began to disintegrate him.
'Im sorry, Isabel, Kara, Blake, Sera, and Daniela, though I hope you all have a great time in whatever afterlife you have gone to, but I will never be there. Knowing this, I will always love you all.'
There was no regret at the thought, only acceptance and a hint of sadness knowing he would never have the chance to see his wives again.
His power manifested as 9 stars, forming a constellation that lit up behind him. Each star burned with the mana he had accumulated over his long life. They shone brilliantly in the tight space, and one by one, they dimmed.
The first star dissolved into threads of light and flowed downward into the baby's body. The second followed, then the third. Each carried the potential of his old body and soul. By the ninth, the glow around Adam's soul had thinned to a fragile outline.
A white, stringy light extended from his forehead and connected to the back of the baby's head. It pulsed once, twice, thrice, then once everything streamed fully into the child, embedding itself deep within. Adam's soul looked like it was going to disappear any second.
'While I don't have a son, I would like to think of you as one. So I will give you all the potential of my body and the knowledge I have amassed for all these years, with none of the memories. They will awaken sometime when you are seven-years-old, you will get this message. I want you to love and cherish your life to the best of your ability. Make many friends and lovers. Always know that the soul of Adam Kaiser once resided in your body, so DO NOT BOW TO ANYONE BUT YOURSELF!!! You can bow your body, but never your mind and soul. So live, whatever your name may be, child.'
[A/N: I had changed it from awakening at 5 to seven due to what happened further in the story]
After he thought that, the final fragments of his form began to scatter, drawn inward toward the infant. As his body was nearly completely disintegrated and fused with the baby's body, Adam saw them, five silhouettes.
Two of them looked at him sadly, watching his body dissolve with silent grief. One looked at him with an expression that emanated pure rage, as if furious at his decision. Another two looked at him with respect and hints of hatred, as though honoring his decision while condemning him at the same time.
The last silhouette stood slightly apart. She looked at him with a complicated expression, one that held so much love and devotion that Adam could not look any longer. That look hurt much more than the disintegration or the other ones ever could.
And so Adam Kaiser did not just die this time; he was gone for good with no way for reincarnation, revival, or even an afterlife, be it hell or heaven.
-In the outside world of Planetos, on the continent of Westeros, in King's Landing, 284 AC.-
(A/N: I changed it to make it make sense, like if he were born in 286 AC, he would be 14, but if he were born in 284 AC, he could be around the same age as Jon and Robb, who were born late 283 AC, so everyone would be 16 or near that, so I will change the planned future chapters to make it make sense.)
The Red Keep stood high over Blackwater Bay, its towers lit by torches that brought light into its dark hall. Inside its thick stone walls, behind guarded doors and drawn curtains, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms screamed as another wave of pain shot through her.
"It's a boy, Your Grace," Maester Pycelle said over Cersei's cries, his old hands lifting the first child into the torchlight.
The baby wailed loudly, its fists clenched, his lungs strong. Fine strands of golden-blonde hair clung to his damp head. When his green eyes opened, they fixed on the maester with what could only be described as irritation.
(A/N: I do not like Joffrey, so even as a baby, he will be a little shit meant to die. So if you're here for a Joffrey redemption story, read Golden Lion. This is one where he is only meant to die after he fulfilled his plot in the story.)
Cersei Lannister, pale and drenched in sweat, lifted her head enough to see him. Relief flickered across her face, only for another contraction to seize her.
"HA, HA, HA!!! What… haha about the… other one? Why is he not coming out?" she screamed, as she gripped the sheets as the midwife moved quickly between her knees.
The woman leaned forward, peering carefully. "Your Grace… he looks stuck by the umbilical cord. He may not make it."
Cersei's green eyes jerked toward her, blazing through the exhaustion, with a deadly look worthy of one from the Family of Lions.
"If he… HA, dies or does not come out... HA, you won't see the next day, AM. I. UNDERSTOOD."
Another contraction surged through her, and the midwife swallowed her fear and reached carefully back inside. Then, as she was trying to help the baby as if by magic, the cord loosened.
"I've got him, Your Grace, a healthy baby boy," the midwife said with hurried relief as she lifted the second child free. She cleaned him quickly, then paused as she looked at the baby.
The infant was quieter than his brother, though no less alive. Two distinct colors streaked his hair, black woven through golden blonde. When he opened his eyes, one gleamed Lannister green, the other a clear Baratheon blue.
The midwife brought him toward Cersei, who stared at him, for a moment, her face tightened. A flicker of something cruel and unwanted passed through her gaze, but the next moment it vanished beneath a mother's love.
The chamber doors opened abruptly. "Is it done yet? Let me see the children."
Robert Baratheon entered with his usual thoughtlessness. He is broad-shouldered and still powerful, not yet softened by years of indulgence. Behind him came Jaime Lannister, who crossed the room quickly to his sister's side, concern clear on his face.
"They are here, Your Grace," Maester Pycelle and the midwife said together as they presented the newborns. Robert leaned down, examining the first child, the golden-haired boy with green eyes.
Then he looked at the second. "What's wrong with this one's hair and eyes? Why are they two different colors?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion.
Pycelle cleared his throat. "I do not know the complete reason… but his u-u-uncle, Tyrion Lannister, also has mismatched eyes and mismatched hair, but not completely."
Cersei's jaw tightened slightly at the mention of her brother, though she said nothing. Jaime's hand rested gently on her shoulder. "What will you name them, Your Grace?" he asked.
Cersei, exhausted but alert, answered quickly before Robert could speak. "I want the firstborn to be named Joffrey."
Robert shot her a look of annoyance. "Next time, I will speak first, woman… but fine. He will be named Joffrey. Joffrey Baratheon."
He shifted his gaze to the second child, the one with two colors and eyes. "And the other… Axel 'Eryx' Baratheon." He said, as not only his but everyone's eyes glazed over as he said Eryx.
Robert handed the babies back to the midwife without ceremony and turned away, already losing interest, likely bound for wine and noise even on the night his heirs were born.
Jaime remained a bit longer, watching the infants, his expression unreadable.
And so, in 284 AC, beneath the red towers of King's Landing, two princes entered the world, one golden and fierce with a hint of madness, the other marked by two legacies with a power he or his benefactor knows not.
And within Axel 'Eryx' Baratheon, a different set of 2,000-year-old memories will lie dormant until the time of awakening.
The game has not yet begun, but the board has already begun to change, so how will the Game of Thrones handle this outsider piece?
[Author's Note: If you're confused about anything, stick with me, I'm making this as we go! I will most likely have 5-10 chapters ahead of this one saved up on Patreon for those who want to read ahead.
Disclaimer: I have a rough idea of where this is going, but I haven't mapped out every single detail or an overarching idea. So if you have suggestions to make the story better or who you might want to see, please leave a comment and review! Oh, I will be posting 2 chapters a week, Tuesday and Thursday, until I have ten or more chapters saved up, so something like my other fanfics won't happen. I hope you like the story. While I do use AI, I don't think it is slop, and if there is any, I will try to change it and or add humanity into it, but just give me a chance.
Next time: It will show the POV'S, or well, what they will be doing. I'm not good with first person, so you will see characters like Ned, Tywin, Ser Willem Darry, and ??? with a Dayne and the Martells. But you will see little of MC till chapter 4-5 due to there not being much and having to focus on other OC's and their lives. See you then!
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