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Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World ( Robert Baratheon OC SI AU)

Chapter 30 - Fight Your Demons New
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Valyria

"Drown me in a mountain of gold? Damn two talking, dream invading, zombie making, human eating ugly fucking bastard. He thinks he can con me? I am so going to make that overgrown snake regret it." Robert muttered to himself as he moved through the damp and dark tunnel to outside, hopefully.

He had a lot of questions, like why the fuck did that Valyrian wanted to end slavery, much less summon a fucking Archdemon to do it?

Letting it be was one choice, but eventually someone else with dragons would arrive at Valyria, and chances are, they would actually believe the fugly bastard down in that hole, and then this world truly would be fucked, not to mention the demon would just keep appearing in his dreams without a doubt.

So Robert had no choice but to deal with it now, and he had just the idea for it.

Walking in complete darkness with only a torch tends to make a person lose their sense of time, but it came to an end when he reached a wooden door, half rotten, half burned, and easily went down with a kick.

Air inside was stale and dusty due to lack of proper ventilation, and another door, which seemed to be opened with force, was at the other end of the room .

There were corpses laying on the ground, one had lost his head, most likely executed with how smooth the cut on the decaying bone was. The others, he couldn't tell why they had died, but he could see the skeletons weren't infected with the spawn of that demon after kicking their Valyrian Steel armors to check.

A desk stood at the corner, and Robert went to rummage through it, to see if there was anything important. Rotting parchments with illegible writings, quills, dried ink bottles and a candle stood on top, and he checked the drawers. The one at the right had some more writing supplies, the middle, larger drawer had a well preserved book written in Valyrian, and at the left there was another leather bound book.

Robert opened it and was taken back by what he saw, bringing the torch closer to make sure it wasn't the shadows playing games on him. He turned the pages gently to avoid damaging the diary, only to see he wasn't mistaken at all.

The diary was…

Shaking his head, Robert took the diary with him, as well as the other book since he believed it was important as well.

He wanted to read the diary, but there was an Archdemon he had to slay, and the Lord of Asgard would definitely get lost in the pages, wasting valuable time.

Stairs, stretching on for a really long distance - long enough he couldn't see the end of it with the torch alone- greeted him at the other end, and sighing in resignation, Robert began to climb, measuring each step.

For some time, the stairs didn't seem to have an end, making him wonder how the heck did the Valyrian climb these stairs each day, but eventually Robert saw sunlight peeking through the door at the exit, and hurried up, climbing the stairs three at a time.

Giving his eyes a couple of seconds to get used to the sunlight again, Robert found himself in a living room, with nary a corpse laying around.

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Naduin was confused about the human. He had no holy protection, no sorcery concealing his true intentions, no innate or acquired power of any kind.

Yet he could not read the mortal's soul to lay his deepest desires bare and unfold his thoughts before the might of an Archdemon. It was as if his soul was covered by the remnants of another soul, creating a void he couldn't pierce through.

Even invading his dreams took a ridiculous amount of effort than it did against that Valyrian girl, who at least had a sliver of magic in her blood.

His comment about dying before and waking up in his current body did not escape Naduin's notice. Magic to take over a body did exist, and wasn't particularly rare, but finding a suitable host wasn't that easy, and the Archdemon doubted the human was a sorcerer, as he had no magic, meaning it was most likely an outside intervention.

Which meant the original soul was stuck in the body and was slowly merged with the invading soul, leaving behind a husk.

How that happened, Naduin had no idea, but if the opportunity presented itself, he would search for an answer.

At least he appeared to be greedy for gold and riches, the worthless shiny trinkets they were.

Those types of mortals were fun.

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Calling his dragons after making it out of the house, Robert searched through the saddlebag, and grinned when he found what he was looking for.

That fucker was going to regret messing with him.

Now, he just needed to go down those damn stairs again.

Ugh.

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The mortal slowly walked into the cave, holding a bag over his shoulder, grumbling about the stairs.

"Well, do you have it?" Naduin asked as the human slowly approached the blood orb meant to power the creation of his body on this plane of existence.

He couldn't sense any magic from the bag, but chalked it up to the human's soul acting as a veil.

"Boy, do I. You're gonna love it." He said, taking a bottle that clearly didn't contain dragon blood, and dumped the clear liquid on the orb before Naduin could stop him.

A burning sensation flared from where his heart would be, and the cave shook as the Archdemon screamed in agony. The hearts started beating faster, emitting a sickly green light, as did the blood orb.

"You bastard, do you have any idea how many D&D sessions and video games I played, or how many fantasy books I read? That double talk about burying me under gold isn't going to work, but I bet the rubbing alcohol is going to fuck this satanic ritual up. Enjoy, chucklenuts." The mortal said, grinning impishly.

"YOUUU!!!" Naduin screamed, as a fresh wave of pain bloomed across his body, causing the cave to shake more, and a stalactite fell near the human, who flashed his thumbs up at the Archdemon, and ran.

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Robert bolted to the exit at full speed. Hopefully, this ritual would be destroyed and send the fucker back to whatever hell it crawled out from, as blood and isoprophy alcohol did not get along well.

Bursting through the doors, Robert climbed the stairs as fast as he could, and the tremors weren't making things any easier. Making it back to the house, Robert barely stopped himself as a slab of rock fell right in front of him, followed by others as the earthquake the demon caused was bringing the building down.

He threw himself out of the window just in time as the already weakened structure came down, followed by others across the district.

Running to an open place to call his dragons down and leave, at least until the tremors ceased, Robert stopped as the shaking stopped abruptly. Watching the tower for any signs of the demon, a small smile spread across his face after nothing happened for a good while, and the Lord of Asgard began to do a celebratory dance.

Which halted mid way when, with a roar that startled him, the Arch-Demon burst out of the tower, sending rock flying everywhere. Slowly turning around with his smile transforming to a look of resignation, Robert watched as the demon walked out of the ruins of the tower, fell on one knee, and visibly shrunk.

Rather than the thirty feet long nightmare, it had at least shrunk to half size, and lost two of its wings, the remaining appendages too weak to allow flight. It coughed out black smoke after breathing fire for a couple of seconds.

More than just affecting its size, the alcohol seemed to have weakened it.

Furious, it slammed a fist on the standing parts of the tower, wrecking the tower entirely.

"You will die for this, mortal filth." The demon roared, pushing itself up, as the predatory irises landed on his location.

Well, Robert never imagined slaying a demon, besides when he was playing video games, but since the opportunity had presented itself, he wasn't going to pass it.

That and, who knew what kind of trouble that bastard would cause?

Jogging towards the fifteen foot tall demon, who was heading towards him anyway, Robert prepared for the fight of his life.

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Naduin stomped on the ground, trying to crush the human like the bug he was, but this decaying body was slow and every time the Archdemon tried to use his magic, it further shortened his time on this plane. He could annihilate the human, and the island entirely with a snap of his fingers, but since the ritual was botched the body he was inhabiting would turn to dust if even a sliver of the might he possessed was channeled.

The Spawnfather of Kalmion might have lost, but he was taking that mortal with him for an eternity of agony.

Said human dodged to the left and stabbed Naduin's foot, causing an excruciating pain to spread. If he had his real body, the weapon wouldn't even leave a scratch, but now, the barely magical sword had hurt him.

Grasping the edge of a roof, he ripped chunks of stone and sent them raining towards the human, who ran between the Archdemon's legs to avoid the projectiles.

Bringing his tail down to crush the mortal, Naduin stumbled forward, letting out a wail when the human managed to roll out of the way and cut the tip of his tail off, resulting in pale green, scorching hot blood gushing out of the wound.

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Robert, after cutting the demon's tail off, decided to go for the head, and avoiding the boiling blood, jumped on the tail, using the spiky parts to climb up while the demon tried to shake him off. Holding on for dear life with his sword strapped to his back, Robert continued to climb, coming half way up before boils began to appear on the demon's back, and to his annoyance, more of its spawn burst out of the liquid-filled sacks, coming to defend their creator. Deciding to hell with it, Robert jumped at the demon's leg, pulling his sword mid air and stabbed.

The sharp, Valyrian Steel sword plunged deep into the Archdemon's flesh, and Robert's weight began to pull the sword down, slicing open the leg from mid thigh to ankle. The Lord of Asgard had to stick close to the leg to not get in contact with the boiling blood as the sickly life giving liquid poured out of the wound.

Ignoring the demon's roar, Robert went for the wounded leg again, hoping to mutilate it enough to force the bastard down, before it released a shockwave, sending Robert flying back.

All around him the corpses began to rush at the Archdemon, ignoring him completely, and wondering what the hell it was doing now, Robert felt like slapping himself.

The creatures, Kalmion, left the bodies behind and started to fuse with their Spawnfather, melding on the wounds and closing them shut, but the rest kept climbing up, before entering through the Archdemon's mouth, making Robert visibly sick. Red lines, as if veins filled with fire, just like with the monster he had killed before, began spread out from its glowing heart, covering the entire fifteen foot tall body,

The flesh beneath its wings bulged, as if something was trying to claw its way out, before the missing wings burst out of its back. As if in triumph, the demon blasted out a wave of fire that was bigger than anything his dragons could make, and turned to Robert, grinning.

At least he thought it was grinning, not like Robert was an expert in demonology.

"Prepare for an eternity of pain, mortal vermin." The demon grunted out, before flapping its wings, and slowly, took to the air.

Robert crashed through another window and into a building, assessing the situation.

Things just got a lot harder.








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The Archdemon, for all its supposed might, was having a damn hard time dealing with three dragons. Whenever he targeted one, mainly Obelisk since Robert was on the dragon, Slifer and Ra would attack, slamming on the demon's back with their claws, scratching and biting since fire did nothing.

"I will not leave this plane of existence without your soul!" The demon screamed out, unleashing a jet of flame so large it would cover all three of his dragons. Obeliks dodged, of course, and his siblings slammed the dragon, throwing its aim off.

"Don't you think we are moving a bit fast? You should buy me coffee first, at least." Robert quipped, enraging the demon even further. After all, a furious enemy was one that made mistakes.


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Chapter 31 - Demon Slayer New
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Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an
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Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon,

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DCU:Blacklist, a Raymond Reddington inspired OC SI using his knowledge for his own advantage, as well as the rest of the world

All stories are six chapters ahead now.




Valyria

Crawling on the ground as the demon burned the building, Robert wondered how he was going to kill the fugly. The core in its chest was the obvious target, but now that it could breathe fire and fly, stabbing it wasn't going to be a walk in the park.

This would have been a good time to have his flight suit, but he never bothered to have it incorporated into the armor, and now, there was a flying demon outside.

Nightblood didn't have enough reach, not if he didn't just manage to stick on the demon, which would end badly, so a weapon with greater range was needed, something like a really long lance.

Too bad he didn't have a blacksmith at hand either.

The window at the end of the hallway led outside, and Robert defenestrated himself again after the demon stopped breathing fire.

By his count, it could breathe fire for four seconds before it had to wait around fifteen seconds. Cooldown for a skill, so to speak.

Running inside the other building through the hole, Robert continued to run, putting distance between himself and the demon. To his luck, the building was actually a forge, with a dozen workspaces filled to the brim with Valyrian steel products, most unfinished.

A spear, at least six feet long, rested near the wall, along with several shafts. An idea sprung into his mind, and Robert took the spear and one of the shafts and started running again.

He needed to get far away enough to call his dragons down.

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Making it to the top of a tower, Robert whistled as loudly as he could with his lungs burning, and Obelisk dived down. The demon, frustrated it couldn't go higher, instead chose to ram through the tower.

Robert lost his footing, and as the tower began to tip over, he quickly got up and ran to the edge of the crumbling tower and leaped at the last second, just as the tower went down.

Obelisk was too high for him to jump on the dragon's back, but he managed to hang on to the dragon's foot. Flying away while dangling down on a dragon, Robert quickly called Slifer, and the blue dragon gently lowered Robert on his brother's back.

Holding on tight, he took the dragons to the other end of the city, while the demon continued to roar, summoning more of its spawn back.

Finding an open space to land, Robert quickly brought some rocks together, securing both the spear and the spare shaft, making sure they were in contact, before ordering his dragons to melt the Valyrian Steel.

Three dragons unleashed their flames, slowly melting the shafts into a single twelve-foot spear, just the thing he needed to ram through that bastard's heart.

Stopping the dragons, he could see that the glowing steel was fused together but needed to be cooled. Luckily, he had Valyrian steel armor, and the gauntlets protected him from the heat as he lowered the spear into a drainage gutter filled with water.

The water boiled due to the heat, but soon enough, the spear was ready, all twelve feet of it. The point where two shafts fused into one was ugly, and he was sure any blacksmith worth his salt would say the same, but it would do for now.

He was ready just in time, because the big, bad, ugly thing must have been done with eating its own spawn and was definitely flying faster and higher than before.

Robert was ready for round two.

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The Archdemon, for all its supposed might, was having a damn hard time dealing with three dragons. Whenever he targeted one, mainly Obelisk since Robert was on the dragon, Slifer and Ra would attack, slamming on the demon's back with their claws, scratching and biting since fire did nothing.

"I will not leave this plane of existence without your soul!" The demon screamed out, unleashing a jet of flame so large it would cover all three of his dragons. Obeliks dodged, of course, and his siblings slammed the dragon, throwing its aim off.

"Don't you think we are moving a bit fast? You should buy me coffee first, at least." Robert quipped, enraging the demon even further. After all, a furious enemy was one that made mistakes.

Changing tactics, it began to gather a fireball in its hand and condensed it to the size of a baseball before it exploded like a miniature sun, sending out a bubble of flame and shockwaves that threw the dragons away like ragdolls. Capitalizing on the demon, it flew towards Obeliks at neck-breaking speeds, while Robert barely held on.

Seeing the demon coming, he realized Obelisk couldn't escape, and knowing how strong it was, his dragon wouldn't survive it.

Robert let the reins go, plunging down, and the demon forgot about Obelisk, choosing to focus on him.

Now would have been an excellent time to have that damn flight suit on.

Roaring, the demon began to catch up to Robert, beating its wings with fervor to catch him. His dragons followed suit, diving down after him. He took out Nightblood before throwing it with all his strength at the demon, and to his luck, the spinning sword nailed the demon right in the eye.

In pain, the demon flapped its wings to stop, giving his dragons the lead, while it took the sword out of its eye, growling in pain.

Beating his wings as fast as he could, Obelisk was slowly closing the gap between them, while Robert inched ever closer to the ground.

The distance closed bit by bit, and Robert finally managed to hold on to Obelisk's head, the dragon barely having enough altitude to pull both of them up, though his feet still scraped the ground.

Climbing to the back of a flying dragon wasn't easy, but eventually, he managed, only to hold on tight as Obelisk weaved between the buildings to dodge the miniature fireballs the demon launched en masse.

Taking a left, the dragon and his rider disappeared from sight due to the large building at the edge of the street before the dragon began to pull up.

Hot on their trail, Naduin smashed through the building, trying to bite and claw Obelisk to bring both of them down. Slifer and Ra came diving, slamming into the demon and sending it through the building, giving him and Obelisk time to put some distance between them and their quarry.

The demon was back on air, following them, and Robert was ready to finish this fight. Naduin was weakening each second, and now was the perfect time.

Slifer and Ra kept scratching and biting the demon, which was easier now that it was half blind.

"Ignis!" Robert ordered Obelisk, and the dragon unleashed his flames right at the fugly's head. He knew it wouldn't do any harm, but now that the demon had no vision, Robert had his opportunity. Taking the spear from where it was tied on the dragon's back, Robert ran up Obelisk's neck, and using his head as a jumping board, leaped, ordering the blue dragon to stop while mid-air.

The Archdemon must have realized what he was doing, because the fugly crossed its arms over where the source of its powers was and got ready to blast Robert. Ra leaped to the rescue, approaching from the blind side of the demon, and grasped the horn, using all his power to turn the head to the side and away from Robert.

Holding the spear from the very end, Robert plunged it down. The make shift weapon went through both arms with surprising ease and stabbed the demon right in the heart.

It went still, mouth open, and the flames in its throat slowly died. The wings of the demon stopped beating, and the Archdemon Naduin began to fall, dragging Robert down with him.

Using the spear as leverage to get on the demon, Robert began to run up and caught Ra's leg. The golden dragon let go of the horn, dragging his father up with him, and the lord of Asgard looked down, watching the demon plummet.

It fell onto a building, flattening the structure with its massive size, and raised a small cloud of dust.

Robert had the dragon land near the corpse—at least he hoped it was a corpse now—and checked on it. There was no reaction to his poking and prodding, so Robert climbed up to pull the spear out, making sure to avoid the boiling hot blood, and with a wet squelch, finally ripped it out.

The demon's arms fell to the sides, still unresponsive, so Robert did the only thing he could.

He took his helmet off and let out a scream of victory.

"Yeah! Fuck you, Valyria, you're my bitch now!" Robert raised his hands to the air, celebrating by himself.

"You wonderful fire-breathing—no, wait, stop!" He called out to his dragons at seeing what they were doing, though the three overgrown lizards didn't even seem to have heard him.

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Two Weeks Later

Tyrion didn't think an old woman could be so scary, especially without a dragon, but Rhaelle Baratheon certainly fixed that misconception.

"What do you mean he went to Valyria?" She asked, her tone low and dangerous, and Tyrion sunk into his chair, avoiding eye contact with the furious dragonrider.

"He went to Valyria, as something in there was haunting his dreams." He explained again and jolted when the woman slammed her fist on the table.

"And none of you thought to stop him?" The dwarf of Asgard was beginning to understand why Robert respected and loved his grandmother so much, because she was terrifying.

"We did our best, my lady, but you know how stubborn your grandson is better than us." Tyrion knew the excuse was lame, but what could he say?

There was a knock on the door, and both of them turned to the sound.

"Later." Tyrion called out, since he doubted Lady Baratheon was interested in whatever complaint the man had brought forward.

"My Lord, one of Lord Robert's dragons is back, the red one. You should come see this."

Rhaelle stormed out of the room to go and see the dragon, but the fact that only one had returned wasn't a comforting sign.

Tyrion followed wordlessly.

The dragon had landed on the square and seemed to be waiting for Tyrion as he walked towards the dwarf on all four legs, holding out the saddlebags tied to his chest.

Slifer was larger than he remembered; before they left, he was around sixteen feet, now easily standing at twenty, not to mention the red dragon also seemed to have grown two legs and two wings out of nowhere, looking even more majestic.

Rhaelle reached out for the bag, took out a rolled-up parchment, and began to read.

" To Tyrion,

I killed the big bastard roosting in Valyria; turns out it was an Archdemon. Have Davos find as many ships as he can and sail here. With the Smoking Sea gone, all the riches of Valyria are ours. As for the dragons, long story; I'll tell you when you get here.

From Robert Baratheon, the Demon Slayer.

P.S: Send some food for me with Slifer, will you? Those slugs have been sleeping for over a week, and I am beginning to run out."

P.S.S.: Get my grandmother to protect the city while you, Davos, and Sandor sail here, because when this gets out, there definitely is going to be trouble.


A crowd had gathered, worried something might have happened to Good Lord Robert, and Tyrion called out to assuage their fears.

"People of Asgard, Lord Robert is fine. He has fought the demon haunting Valyria and was victorious. Long live the Demon Slayer of Asgard!" Tyrion shouted to the crowd.

First, a sense of relief covered the crowd before it turned to screams of adoration for the Lord of Asgard.

Lady Rhaelle, on the other hand, looked like she wanted to strangle her grandson.






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"Dragonlord, I assume the disappearance of the Smoking Sea and Valyria's current situation are owed to you?" His accent was thick, and his disdain wasn't hidden well, so Robert didn't even get up from his chair.

"Duh."

"I see. I am Aumax of the noble house Staegon of Volantis." The pompous captain introduced himself, watching Robert with a calculating gaze.

"And I am someone whose rest you are interrupting, so get to the point." Killing an archdemon was hard work after all, and Robert deserved his rest.

"I simply wish to explore Valyria." Robert looked at the noble blankly for a couple of seconds before chuckling.

"Oh, wow. No. I didn't kill a fifteen-foot demon just to let someone else lay claim to my turf. Get back on your ship and go away." The demon remark caught them off guard, and the guards looked uncomfortable, fidgeting on their spots.


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