Cain's wings pushed and pulled as the clouds parted. Nazareth still sat upon his white throne upon Cain's back, overlooking the ground as Meereen finally came into view. The city was beautiful compared to Astapor, and the pyramids, fighting to climb towards the sky, brought height and power upon the city. But also oppression; from Nazareth's godly view, the city looked magnificent — towers and domes of gold and flat polished stone gleamed under the sun. However, from below, in the pits of the fighting arenas, a battle for freedom and conquest was erupting.
Location – Fighting Pits of the Pahl Family
"Charge!"
"Kill those bastards!"
Roars of Valyrian were shouted as two sides of slave soldiers battled each other. The battle, with spears on one side, tore through their opposition before a slave on horseback cleaved with his sword, decapitating a row of enemies.
The battle was nothing short of a bloodbath as rows of slaves charged into one another. From the rear of the Pahl family's defence, Oznak zo Pahl was surrounded by his honour guard as they discussed the few options still present.
"Your Highness, the rebellion has destroyed House Uhlez's pyramid, and all of their family have been publicly beheaded."
"House Yherizan has also fallen, and their soldiers are currently attacking Houses Kandaq, Ghazeen, and us."
Oznak looked at his guards and advisers, visibly furious at this riot which had inexplicably spread from one fighting pit to another. After a moment of consideration, Oznak roared towards his advisers:
"What of the Devil that can shoot blue fire? Where is he?"
The statement was met with silence as Oznak grew weary. Previously, when this 'rebellion' began, the Great Houses believed it was just another slave riot. That was the consensus — until slavers from House Yherizan came running from their pyramid, screaming of daemons with glass eyes and no faces, shooting red beams of fire that could break any armour and pierce any wall.
At first, these slavers were executed to prevent hysteria from spreading, but when commanders arrived where the riots had begun, they all fell — red beams of light piercing their heads. Even Oznak had witnessed his father and guards being obliterated in front of him by the devil who shot blue fire.
Ever since that ignition, it had been a nightmare for all the Great Slaver Houses. Each hour they lost commanders, with only a red beam left before the commander dropped dead. Even messengers were mercilessly killed as they tried to relay orders to the soldiers.
When House Uhlez's pyramid fell, the smoke made the battlefield impossible to traverse as slaves turned on their masters and joined the daemons' ranks. Ultimately, the daemon who shot blue fire was supposedly captured — there were rumours of it being a trap, that rumour came true as when Oznak went with his guards for revenge for his father's killing. From nowhere, hundreds of slaves rushed forth, and Oznak nearly lost his head.
Rumours had spread long before the riots began of a god descending from the sky on the back of a dragon. Oznak believed these rumours to be the devil's work — sowing distrust and fear into the great houses' ranks.
Location – House Yherizan's Pyramid
Shouts for order and duty rang out as Jurten positioned himself in the centre of the pyramid's plaza.
Less than twenty standard minutes ago, he had been informed by scouts that a shadow above the sky, when the clouds broke, could be seen. Jurten immediately deduced that the shadow heralded his god's imminent arrival.
Without hesitation, his propaganda specialists — slaves freed and brought into the arms of Nazareth — had spread word of their god's soon-to-be arrival on the back of a dragon. The slaves, hearing this, moved with fury and excitement as they cleared swathes of territory from the Great Slavers.
Jurten informed Karl, Harry, and Will of their god's impending arrival and received shouts of joy from all, especially Karl, whose response was punctuated by the screams of dying men and the hiss of his plasma rifle.
Jurten walked with his contingent of runners and guards. The walls still dripped with fresh blood, and within the pyramid, screams of terror and anguish echoed as captured commanders and officers were tortured for information.
Overall, the situation at the pyramid had stabilised. Jurten's orders had hundreds of troops moving with precision and masterclass manipulation as the battle for the fighting pits and surrounding housing grew ever more frenzied.
As Jurten arrived at the grand entrance of Yherizan's pyramid, the sky itself seemed to recognise the importance of their god's arrival — the sun burned with fervour, and the once numerous clouds had all disappeared. In the vast, clear sky, a faint black spot flew without opposition.
Location – Meereen / Cain's Back
Nazareth looked at the sprawling city with giddiness, the previous city of Astapor paling in comparison.
'And to think this is mine.'
The thought crossed Nazareth's mind before Cain abruptly began to dive towards the largest pit in view.
The wind tore against the skin of Jill and the other Krieg soldiers as Viserion looked terrified within his cage. Nazareth, meanwhile, was elated. The feeling of falling, the wind tearing past his face, made his blood boil with excitement.
The wind, howling like an angry daemon, suddenly softened as Cain's wings spread wide, his shadow casting over the fighting pits and surrounding housing as the slaves below began to look up.
The battlefield seemed to halt as nearly every pair of eyes within the city turned skyward. A hundred-metre dragon flew in circles above Meereen before, with a power-filled roar, announcing the arrival of a god.
The slave soldiers of the Great Slaver Houses watched in horror as the giant dragon circled twice with pride before landing in the largest of the fighting pits. The brawl within the stands and arena itself ceased as all eyes turned to the beast made of fire — and to the man perched upon its back.
The slaves indoctrinated by Jurten's religious fervour gazed upon this sight and began to chant with exhilaration:
"Nazareth! Nazareth!"
Throughout the whole city of Meereen — even amidst the most gruesome battles and in the forgotten back alleys — chants for their god echoed.
The soldiers from the Great Houses watched in dread, stepping backwards as the chants grew louder.
Nazareth, the centre of attention, rose from his throne as the chanting became a storm. As Cain perched upon the roof of the largest fighting pit, he let Nazareth step onto his head. The dragon reared onto his hind legs, wings spread, arms wide, and head lifted high as a devastating roar escaped from man and beast alike.
Jurten watched the dragon, his heart pounding with ecstasy and faith as he witnessed his god's arrival. The runners and soldiers around him looked on, awestruck at the dragon, and at the man standing upon its head like a legend — as the roar faded into silence.
The sudden stillness of battle brought confusion. Soldiers of the Great Houses faltered, commanders staring at the impossible sight before them, dread dawning that they had chosen the wrong side.
Then, after a silence that felt like aeons, a guttural roar of excitement, anger, and fury erupted from the freed slaves. They charged with renewed fervour, the battlefront — once stagnant — exploding with ferocity as the freed hurled themselves against the enemy without hesitation.
The once steady defence lines of the Great Houses broke instantly as body after body was thrown at their fortifications, soldiers ripped and torn apart by the relentless onslaught.
Nazareth, standing atop Cain's head, watched the bloodbath and chaos of battle with exhilaration as Cain lowered his head and wing to allow Nazareth and his followers to descend.
Without hesitation, Nazareth drew his sword and, from the roof of the fighting pit, leapt downward. The Kriegmen who had been summoned less than a day before looked on in fear as they peered over the edge — below, the ground fractured like a web, littered with broken bodies, as Nazareth descended into the fray.
Jill watched as her god effortlessly sliced through armoured soldiers, cleaving them in two with his sword, while she organised the Kriegmen to fire volley after volley in support of their divine master.
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