~ Maegor Stark POV ~
~ Winterfell - 38 years before the Doom ~
The godswood was quiet. It usually was especially in the heavy autumn snows, the distant hustle and bustle of Winterfell muffled by the heavy snowfalls.
I sat beneath the heart tree watching the red leaves sway in the wind, absent-mindedly swirling a dagger between my fingers with an experienced precision that didn't match my young appearance.
Ten years. Ten years since I was born to Daenora of House Targaryen and Prince Barthogan Stark of the Kingdom of the North, named Prince Maegor Stark.
The Dragonwolf, as my sweet mother loves to call me.
I'm quite glad I suggested the name to my mother when she was pregnant with me, Maegor the Cruel was always one of the most interesting Targaryens in their almost three centuries of ruling in Westeros. Without Maegor Targaryen, the Seven that are One, and their Starry Sept would have become an established religious military power in Westeros. Maegor was a necessary usurpation. A worthy namesake for myself.
But I degrees, these Ten years have been great. Being a genius comely prince of Winterfell helps, compound that with my northern ruggedness inherited from my father with the ethereal beauty of my Valyrian mother, it's truly unfair.
Luckily creating my own body while my mother was pregnant was a possibility with Amatsu-Mikaboshi's power.
Broad shouldered with a lean build, with tightly coiled muscles, abs and all.
Black hair falling to my shoulders with streaks of silver-white strands that shimmered in the light.
Then there are my hypnotic heterochomic eyes. The right shines a bright luminescent amethyst, and the left a storm northern gray. The maid's and staff stare dazedly when I walk the halls of Winterfell, the guards stand up with straightened postures when I catch there eyes.
Luckily I'm a Stark prince, the name comes with a certain blind loyalty in the North. And for these ten years I've been the perfect prince. I've been called a genius during my studies for learning both the Common Tounge and High Valyrian within months, as well as learning the Old Tounge of the First Men, which is only spoken by some Mountain Tribes of the North and the Wildlings beyond the Wall.
When I started my lessons in the training yard with the men-at-arms of Winterfell, all of the North heard of the natural born warrior prince. From the blade and axe to bow and arrow, the men-at-arms taught me all they could and knew with six months. After that it was endless sparring with anyone and everyone, purposely losing only to people with trues experience, and even then not by much.
My choice for a body was completely correct, the bloodline has adapted well to my powers. My vampiric physique is easily accessible from the start; the strength, speed, magic, and shapeshifting come instinctively-although at the moment I can only shapeshift into a raven, mist and a murder of crows.
The Chaos Kings power is a little more complicated. On one hand my mortal, but not really, incarnation is adaptable for now, on the other hand my soul well outpace my bodies capabilities within less than a hundred years.
Hence my deep contemplation within the quiet of the godswoods.
And the answer to the problem is, ironically, Amatsu-Mikaboshi's power, specifically the ability to create shadow copies of himself. Pretty much a shadow clone jutsu, just on the level of a primordial chaos God.
As soon as I had the solution the next steps were crystal clear.
So I got right to it. Reaching within myself I pull upon the power deep within my soul and used about ten percent of that shadowy primordial power and it manifests physically as a black mist escaping my body, like Rimuru Tempest from That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime.
The shadow mist congeals into three perfect copies of myself. Each already knowing everything I'm going to say. Yet I say it out loud to myself's, for ceremony.
"You all know what we need for the future; not just a bloodline with adaptability for our body, but also knowledge, resources, and powerful abilities or tools." They all nod with the nonchalance of someone who already knows their assignments, yet I press on regardless.
"You." Pointing to the Maegor clone on the left with my dagger. "Head for the Invincible universe; I would have preferred DCs Doomsdays reactive adaptability, but the Viltrumites Smart Atoms, and their adaptive regeneration, is a more realistic prospect at the moment. Especially if we jump into the early timeline. The genetic ability will allow our body to adapt to Amatsu-Mikaboshi's power eventually. Then perhaps Doomsday later down the line, or Hel'El. Secondary targets are; Atom Eve and Angstrom Levy. Remember to collect anything that catches our fancy but keep a low profile. "
"You." Moving on to the middle clone who was playing with the fireball he generated above his right hand. "Harry Potter universe. It may be a low level compared to other universe's, but the magic is universal-applicable, structured magic-and most branches of study are available. Find Grindelwald first, recruit him if possible, if not devour him completely, his knowledge and experience will be helpful, especially for the next part."
The clone gave me a large toothy smile with his four long sharp canines elongated while clenching his right hand to extinguish the fireball.
I continued. "Usurp the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black; primary target for bloodline acquisition:Regulus Arcturus Black. Aim for a timeline where you enroll into Hogwarts with Nymphadora Tonks. Study, collect the founders relics, devour most of Voldemorts Horcruxes, and study the Deathly Hallows-find out if they are Deaths cursed gifts or Peverell genius magical creations-and help Harry Potter and his dogfather."
The middle clone raises both his thumbs and winks at me but I don't break my stride and move on to the final clone.
"Last but not least. You handsome, get to travel the omniversal void. Map it if you even can; find universe's that we know of-movies, tv, books, AU mixtures-while mapping area's we should avoid until we're more powerful. And try to find some treasures lying around in the void. If you find Gilgameshs soul in the Void, devour immediately, forget the Gates of Babylon, his skill-Golden Rule-is a free treasure gathering skill. In fact, try to figure out what kind of souls inhabit the void. I feel like I got lucky stumbling onto Alucards so soon as I did. Other than that, don't die, that goes for all of you. I don't want to have to restart this all over again and send off more clones."
If they complete their assignment perfectly I'll not only be ready to complete my preparation for the Doom of Valyria, but I'll be confident in anything I encounter in the omniverse.
"Also, if anyone finds; Alexander Corvinus from the Underworld universe, Klaus or Hope Mikaelson from the Originals, Werewolf Van Helsing from Van Helsing, or Vlad Tepes from Dracula Untold. You're to devour, assimilate, and integrate. Immediately. I will be an amalgamation of vampire and lycan bloodline's."
All three give me the Vulcan salute, which I return, before they reverted to black mist and slipped through the fabric of reality to enter the void, something that'd almost become second nature to me now.
While they are off preparing for our ascension to omniversal lord, I'll be enjoying my second life for awhile. Spread my name all across Planetos, as a warrior, genius, sorcerer, etc. Luckily for me, both of my parents, with some slight mind compulsions, have decided they would like to travel the known world as a family.
Our first destination, the Wall.