Chapter 34: Petyr Baelish - The Herald Of Chaos!

Chapter 34: Petyr Baelish - The Herald Of Chaos! Late evening, Red Keep Kai prophesied three more times after the first one. Every time he made some changes to his plan, to his thoughts, thinking that might change the future, but it didn’t. So Kai, not wasting his efforts, had called it a day for the prophecies. He looked incredibly pale now like the melted wax of a candle. An unseen flame threatening to go out any second. Yet, Kai was content. He did not know when or how the prophecy would become real, but he knew it would happen. Not to mention, Kai couldn’t afford holing himself up. Not after already accepting a Hidden Mission. Kai’s feet slithered on the ground, stirring him through the deserted corridors of the Tower of Hand. Guards were patrolling like bees outside, but the inside of the tower was still relatively unmanned. Slowly, he approached his destination. Kai killed the torches, darkening the already dark corridor. There were many rooms here, but all were empty, with no sign of any patrolling guards either. On Lysa Arryn’s orders, Kai guessed. There was an old, oaken door behind which there were two people. Kai had already tortured a few guards, sucking their Fear, and making them tell where the affair was most probably taking place. With no other solution, Kai decided to go with the old way to eavesdrop on the things going on within the room. He imagined a glass cup, and his Miscellaneous Rent Box did the rest. The MRB gave all imagined vessels a reality if they were within the limits. Kai put the glass between his ear and the door. The very first thing he heard was a loud muffled moan, suggesting a woman’s orgasm. Kai heard her moaning, her buried screams, her gasps, and his thrusts. There was little the glass didn’t capture, and when it was finally done, the lovers whispered. Kai’s eyes narrowed. "How long? For how long, Petyr?" Lady Arryn asked, gasping for air. "For how long I must hold back my screams? I want to cry when I feel you inside me. I want to cry so loud that from Dorne to the Wall, everyone will know that Petyr Baelish is fucking Lysa Arryn." What the? Kai thought, feeling incredulous. "Now that would need some powerful lungs, my love," a sly voice replied. Kai noticed there was amusement in this voice, mischief, and it belonged to a man, but it might have belonged to a woman or a child as easily. "The entire King’s Landing is in Chaos, Lysa. You know that." "Yes, I know," Lysa said sharply. "But he is gone, Petyr. Jon’s gone. Yes, it’s sooner than we had planned, but it has already happened, and I won’t let them take my son from me. I won’t." "Lysa, my love," said Petyr in a hushed tone. "This is neither the time nor place to speak of such things. Red Keep’s walls have ears bigger than a dragon. How many times must I warn you?" "Not anymore," Lysa said brusquely. "Make this one the last, then. Take me Petyr. Take me away. Jon’s gone. I am telling you. That old fool would have never remained away from the king if he could. He’s dead. Dead! Dead! Dead!" Kai couldn’t believe the madness he was feeling in the voice. A shuffling of clothes followed Lysa’s outburst. From the steps, Kai could tell it was Petyr who had left the bed first. "A lack of body doesn’t mean he’s alive, I agree, Lysa darling," Lord Petyr hissed. "But without a body, it is also hard to declare someone dead. Wait. Hear me first. I won’t let them take away our sweet Robert to Dragonstone if you fear so. Believe me." "Oh, Petyr!" Lysa Arryn cried. "Tell me it’s true. Tell me." "Why would I lie to you, my love?" "Gods," the woman said thankfully. "But... how? You told me they are sending him off tomorrow evening. It will be too late, Petyr." It’s coming, Kai reflected. Something’s happening tomorrow. "Haha!" Petyr chuckled, a thin laugh screeching through the door. "Their evening will never come. Mariene is leaving the port for the fingers in the dawn. You and Robert will leave on the ship." Fuck! Kai cursed, a vein popping up on his forehead. This is too soon. How would I let the queen know of it discreetly? She won’t be alone today, she told me as much. Damn! "Petyr, my sweet... Petyr," Lysa said, her voice breaking from the sudden tears. Then her tone turned into that of a puzzlement. "Me and Robert? And you? You don’t mean to stay here, Petyr, do you?" "Lysa," Petyr called her endearingly. "Someone must stay here to see that no harm will come to you. I am the Master of Coin. I can’t leave the city on a whim. You know that. I want you two to be safe in the Eyrie before thinking of me. Think of the boy first. We can’t afford to waste time, can we?" What a fucking devious tongue?! Kai was gobsmacked. I thought I was the master of manipulations, but this... This is something else. I must have his tale. I must. The Book had been shuddering since the moment he had come near the door. Kai hadn’t met Lysa Arryn before. But from the Book rejecting Jon Arryn’s tale, he could guess it didn’t desire Lysa’s either. So, Kai could easily tell it was the man who was making the Book react so. "I... I understand, my love," Lysa finally said, reluctantly. "Oh, you are so concerned for me and Robert. I will wait for you in Vale. I will keep me and Robert both good and happy for you, secured behind the high walls of Eyrie, I promise." "I know," Petyr whispered. "Let me kiss you before going out. The next time we meet, we will be in Vale." "Kiss me, yes," Lysa cried, stepping off the bed. "But let me love you first." "No, Lysa," said Petyr alarmingly. "I just put up my breeches. Wait... Oh... easy..." That’s enough, heh! Kai sniggered. Let Lysa wrap her mouth around his cock. I have better things to do. Kai let the glass go, and it disappeared. His hand flicked, and the Book came out. Kai took a deep breath, making all stray thoughts and emotions vanish. Only his ambition left. The Book’s pages flipped one by one, going past the latest tale. When Kai opened his eyes, the Book was already singing the Song of History. The entire world shook. Familiar red-blue flashes blinded his eyes, and the crispy yellow parchments felt alive. Then he saw. A new Title had materialized at the top. -The Herald of Chaos- Words flowed like black blood over the yellow parchment. There was something odd about the Title itself, Kai noticed. Something unnatural. The Lioness of Casterly Rock felt more of a story of a powerful woman with high ambitions. But this... this Title reeked of the same smell like its name. Discordant! Kai read it. No word of the tale escaped his snaky focus. The tale started with Petyr’s Braavosian history. Then it came to the part of how young Petyr had come to the Riverrun to be fostered as a ward, and him becoming friends with three Tully children Catelyn, Lysa, and Edmure. The Book told of Petyr falling in love with Catelyn, and Lysa falling in love with Petyr. It also told of Petyr, now known as Littlefinger, taking Lysa’s virginity while drunk, thinking of her as her sister, Catelyn Tully. Then, it mentioned the duel between Petyr with five-year-older Brandon Stark for Catelyn’s hand. Brandon offered Petyr many chances to yield, but Petyr refused to give up. In the end, Petyr, staggering, bleeding from a dozen wounds, got cut with an almost fatal backhand slash. Petyr lost. There, the duel ended. So did the tale. ... [ Story: The Herald of Chaos Story Status: Incomplete -Primordial Theater- Act: Relentless Love Grade: E+ Specification: The character assimilates himself within the Contestant’s soul, granting him a Titan’s buff for 30 seconds. The character can be assimilated beforehand, but as soon as the Titan’s buff is activated, the Act will be canceled after 30 seconds Requirement: 1. 20 MP + (2 MP per second while using the buff) 2. SP>50 (SP will not be consumed) Attributes: A visorless warrior helmet will cover the head as a symbol of buff Effect: 1. Strength +3 2. Agility +4 3. Stamina +5 Note: Updating the tale will update the Skill as well Warning: If SP drops below 50 before using the buff or while using it, then the Skill will be canceled automatically ] ... Kai’s heart raced. This was an Act Kai Stormborn meant to play. He knew little about Magic, or soul and its uses, but this... this he knew. The carnage I can unleash using this Skill, Kai’s thought trailed off, imagining his past self. There was a time when he had roamed like a demon donning his red armor and clutching two sabers in his hand. The rivers of blood that sprouted had created a path for Kai to the top. He was the supreme killer. The Blood Demon! Kai’s throat felt dry as he recalled his end by exploding himself. But there was a smile on his face too. Kai didn’t put the book back. He had been already feeling anxious about the Prophecy and seeing the assimilation feature of the Act, it made little sense to him to not use it there and then. One more... Kai thought, caressing the parchment. One more tale and the Book can be upgraded then. "Primordial Theater..."