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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Jon_Snow/Ned_Stark
  Character:
      Ned_Stark, Catelyn_Stark, Robb_Stark, Arya_Stark, Sansa_Stark, Bran
      Stark, Rickon_Stark, Theon_Greyjoy, Ros, Jon_Snow
  Additional Tags:
      dark!fic, Psychological_Trauma, Dark!Jon_Snow, Mentally_Unstable_Ned
      Stark, Abuse_of_Authority, Parent/Child_Incest, Childhood_Sexual_Abuse,
      Pyromania, Murder, Arranged_Marriage, Sexual_Content, Barebacking
  Series:
      Part 1 of Game_of_Thrones_Collection_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-24 Words: 3526
****** Seven Devils ******
by FionaRex_(orphan_account)
Summary
     This is a song fic inspired by the Florence+The Machine song Seven
     Devils and named for it. It's about Ned Stark abusing Jon Snow's
     innocence at an early age and Jon responding by destroying the entire
     family.
     This, ladies and gentlemen, is a very dark story with explicit sexual
     content and Jon being an innocent child corrupted beyond belief and
     turned into an evil manipulator, and Ned taking his son's virginity
     at the age of 10. So, VERY underage and VERY warped, twisted themes.
     This is all also very AU from beginning to end, and the end, though a
     little broad in spectrum, fits with the long run of the story.
Notes
     It's even better if you read it WITH the song in question playing on
     repeat. It's how I wrote it so yeah, that was my muse.
     Also, please forgive me if the form is a little weird. I tried to
     space out the lyrics and the story evenly but at some point it became
     difficult. I used the beginning lyrics again towards the end not
     because I ran out of lyrics but because those ones fit the tone I
     needed for that paragraph. So, let me know if you like it.
See the end of the work for more notes
    Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
     
     For Jon Snow, his nightmare began at the tender age of ten, when his
father invited him into his bed, luring him with false promises of the fatherly
affection he had always craved more of. Jon was an innocent child, the victim
of Lady Catelyn's rage at the infidelity of her husband during the war of
Robert's Rebellion, which Jon had later come to find had sparked the madness
his father had descended into over time. Jon's mother was Ashara Dayne, as he
later found out, and he was told, by his father, that she cast herself from a
tower in despair over the news of her brother's death. Lord Stark had then
taken the infant Jon Snow, who bore the same dark, haunting eyes as his mother,
to Winterfell, much to the displeasure of Lady Catelyn Tully. Ser Barristan
Selmy was then told by the Lord Stark to fabricate a story of such strong
conviction that one would hardly be able to doubt him. This story came in the
form of a stillborn daughter to the beautiful Lady Ashara Dayne, and many
believed it. Others dared not to speculate at all. 
     
     Holy water cannot help you now
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out
 
     It was as Lord Eddard raised Jon that the boy even knew something was off.
His father had always favored him, 'Too much.' Ser Rodrik Cassel had said, 'Too
much.' He insisted on having Jon at his right hand side at all times, always
knowing where the boy was, insisting on overseeing Jon in his bathing and
dressing. Ser Cassel had picked up on the whispers of the people of Winterfell.
He had heard the rumors, the seed of madness that had taken root in the man's
soul and that Jon Snow was the rain that grew the seed. Jon Snow was called
'The Defiler' by those impulsive and careless enough to awake the jealousy of
Ned Stark. They didn't live long when word caught and Ned heard the ill speech
against his favorite son. He ensured a swift end to those whose bravery was
enough to incite the wrath of the Lord of Winterfell.
 
     Seven devils all around me!
Seven devils in my house!
See they were there when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
 
     On the night of Jon Snow's tenth birthday, Lord Eddard Stark had Maester
Luwin lead him to Eddard's chambers after the Lord of Winterfell had retired to
prepare for the task ahead of him. Lady Catelyn was removed from the chamber
and sent off to Sansa's rooms instead. There was a quiet tension in the air as
Maester Luwin led the way, knowing full well what it was that his lord intended
to do to the boy and he could not say that it sat well with him. He felt
disturbed just handing the child over, curious and wild-haired and innocent and
pure as he was, to be torn apart and ruined by the madness of the Warden of the
North. It was with a  heavy heart that Luwin departed from the child and tried
his hardest to ignore the pained look in young Jon Snow's eyes as his father
took him into the room. It was while he was laying on the bed, face down, hips
raised, and legs spread as his father pushed into him from behind that he even
thought something was wrong. He knew, deep down, that there was something
vaguely taboo about what his father was doing to him and yet no one had ever
talked about this with him before. All he knew as his father took him, hard and
fast, was pain and sharp spikes of pleasure, the likes of which he had never
felt before. He dug his slender fingers into the sheets and tried to ignore the
noises escaping from his own mouth, those noises that resembled the filthy
groans and moans he had heard Theon imitate from the whore houses, not that Jon
knew what a whore house was. 
 
     Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done
 
     After that night, everything for Jon had changed. He had become so curious
about the things he felt, the things he had never felt before, that he tried it
on his own. His father found him one night with his fingers in his own body,
trying to hit that spot where he felt his father before everything went white
and he heard himself gasp and whine, long and low. When he had awaken
afterwards, he found himself coated in his own fluids and he began promptly
apologizing to his father before Ned placed his mouth over Jon's and proceeded
to take him again, this time on his back, Jon's legs wrapped tightly around his
hips as he pounded the small boy into the matress. Jon had his head thrown back
and could do nothing more than pant and groan when he felt his father stroke
that spot inside of him, making his whole body quiver so. Over time, Jon came
to enjoy the sensations, the desires his father had placed on him so much, that
he did not give thought to it anymore when he was summoned to the man's room.
He even took initiative, spreading his legs and preparing himself, doing
everything Ned had taught him, before his father even had to ask. He knew
somehwere inside his very soul that this was wrong, oh so wrong, but there was
little he could do against it other than follow his body's physical desires,
the need to feel his father filling him up again, the intense pleasure he had
never felt until Lord Stark had corrupted the pure child beyond repair.
 
     And now all your love will be exorcised
And we will find you saints to be canonized
And it's an even song
It's a melody
It's a battle cry
It's a symphony
 
     As Jon grew older, he changed and everyone noticed. He found that Lord
Stark would do anything that he asked of him, he had the Lord Eddard wrapped
around his finger. All he had to do was spread his legs for his father at night
and he could get anything he wanted from the man. He truly used his father to
abuse the power of Winterfell with all consiousness and awareness and he
thoroughly enjoyed it. He took just as much pleasure in the broken and empty
shell of Lady Catelyn as he did when his father was buried deep inside him,
fucking him into the matress as he clawed at the man's back. The seed of
madness that had slowly poisoned the Lord Stark upon his return from King's
Landing all those years ago had finally come to fruition in the form of Jon
Snow. His ultimate prowess was the subtle control he exerted over his father,
the way he could simply tilt his head and glare at anyone he so chose and see
the Lord Eddard end their life on the spot, all just for Jon. As such, it was
not long before Jon demanded the life of the Lady of Winterfell. It was a
particularly cold night and he was in bed with his father, riding him, hands
braced on the man's chest, groaning as he found the perfect angle to milk
himself, and he threw his head back, releasing the filthiest sound he could
summon upon his climax. Afterwards, he very carefully suggested that perhaps
Catelyn Tully was no longer needed as Eddard had Jon and the rest of his
children. Ned, of course, acquiesced and had Catelyn sent away from Winterfell,
divorced and forced to take up residence with her sister Lysa and Jon Arryn at
The Eyrie. 
 
     Seven devils all around me
Seven devils in my house
See they were there when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
 
     When Jon turned 17, he found that with the lady gone he truly had full
control over Winterfell through the manipulations of his father. He used every
opportunity he could get, offering himself to the man he called father, in bed
and out, in exchange for whatever request he sought to see fulfilled. He came
up with a plan to rid Winterfell of the rest of Ned's trueborn children one
night in bed. Eddard was, as usual, buried balls deep in Jon, pushing him into
the bed, arms braced on either side of his head and assuming full control,
hard, fast, deep thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin and harsh,
panting breaths filling the heated room. The fireplace, their own body heat,
and the thick furs wrapped around them on the bed covering their naked bodies
in sweat and causing their skin to flush in the warm glow of the firelight. It
was the moment before Jon came, throwing his head back and groaning in a high
pitched, helpless voice, that he whispered the word, the one word promised to
break Lord Eddard Stark of any inhibitions. Father. It was then that Jon knew
he had secured his request as Eddard followed him over the edge. 
 
     Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done
Before the day is done
Before the day is done
 
     It started with Bran. Being Catelyn Tully's favorite child, Jon knew he
had to get rid of Bran first, in the most painful possible way. This was easy
enough, convincing Ned to let him take Bran out hunting with Ser Rodrik. The
tricky part was getting Ser Rodrik away from Bran long wnough to stage the
'accident' and convincing the man to believe his lie. This worked far better
than he had planned when they found the direwolves and Ser Rodrik was busy
clearing the body of the stag from the road. There was a light rain and the
Lord Stark would never suspect a thing if he thought that Bran slipped on one
of the rocks, cracking his head and drowning in the low stream before Ser
Rodrik could get to him. Jon, meanwhile, only had to appear in a panic. All he
had to do was stand there and cry in silent shock, feigning his disbelief and
helplessness. Needless to say, Ser Rodrik had his suspicions and Jon could care
less. He had managed to convince his father and there was now one less Stark
brat around to threaten the perfect little world Jon had made for himself. He
thought about it one night, after his father made love to him, differently this
time, slowly like he was trying to savor it, devouring every inch of Jon in
intense, white hot pleasure, his every sense amplified as he could feel every
individual motion of his father's lust for him. This was not love, he knew that
much. The man had taken his innocence when he was 10 and he had resolved to
take everything else from the same man who destroyed his purity. The ultimate
revenge. The one the Lord shared his bed with was the same one whose blade the
Lord would fall upon. With that in mind, Jon came to a conclusion. Rickon was
next. The child had to go. It was a mercy, really. Who was to say that the Lord
Stark would not do the same to Rickon when he grew tired of Jon?
 
     They can keep me out
'Til I tear the walls
'Til I save your heart
And to take your soul
For what has been done
Cannot be undone
In the evil's heart
In the evil's soul
 
    Jon ended Rickon's life easily enough, bringing a swift blade to his throat
in the dead of night. The child was gone before he even opened his eyes. Jon
had only to blame it on Ser Rodrik and the deed was done. The man was executed
without a fair trial, his words meaning nothing to the Lord who had long ago
descended into a doomed madness. With Rickon gone, Jon had now set his sights
on Robb who had, for the most part, been relatively quiet through the ends of
his mother and brothers. Robb had gotten word to Catelyn and Jon decided a
little mercy was in order. He knew how this story would play out, how it would
look in the legends in the centuries to come. He convinced Lord Stark to send
Robb away with his mother, unarmed and unattended, and exiled to The Eyrie, for
the sake of quelling any future rebellions from the boy. Eddard Stark never
even thought about the sentence he was passing on his own trueborn son as he
banished the young man, not even bothering to look him in the eyes as Jon
grinned like a mad man behind him. Robb met Jon's eyes briefly and found, to
his horror, nothing but darkness, the same eyes of Ashara Dayne that had caused
Lord Eddard Stark to take the child into his bed all those years ago, the very
gateway into the madness of the futile memories he was trying so hard to cling
to, reminiscing of the hauntingly beautiful woman had lost so long ago and was
never getting back. Jon Snow was the closest thing Lord Eddard Stark would ever
have to her, the woman he had fully intended to bring back to Winterfell. The
woman he fully intended to send Catelyn away in the first place for. Now,
through Jon, Eddard had his Ashara and there was no one in all of Westeros who
could take that away from him. He gave all the power he had to his hauntingly
beautiful son Jon Snow, the one who used it to destroy the House Stark
forever. 
 
     

     Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done
 
     
     Jon found it easy enough to get what he wanted with the rest of the
children. He had learned the dance of love making easily enough and he had come
to depend on that familiar pleasure, the feeling of his father's cock, riding
the man with passionate abandon and a beautiful, wild fierceness about him, a
wolf mother in the bed chambers when he was full of the man who had sired him.
Lord Stark thrived on Jon's filthy, whorish moans and the noises he made in the
midst of his passions. He used this to his advantage as he had Sansa married
off to Ser Petyr Baelish, Arya to Tyrion Lannister, Theon Greyjoy sent back to
the Iron Islands, and his place as the new Right Hand of Winterfell securely
established with no opposition. It was only a matter of time before Jon's
ambitions saw to the end of the Baratheon reign, as well, and he reached out to
grasp what he had felt himself entitled to. Aligning himself with Tywin
Lannister, Jon found himself able to eliminate both Cersei and Jaime Lannister
from the comfort of his father's bed in Winterfell, followed by Tywin himself
as Jon seized the Lannister fortunes for House Stark. He then set his sights on
the House Tyrell and was able to claim them, as well, starting with the public
execution of Loras Tyrell, for his own reasons. He had men in place to ensure
the death of Robert Baratheon, Renly Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Ser Varys,
and any others who would oppose the Lady Danaerys Targaryen. It was but a
matter of time before Jon summoned her back to Westeros, handing her the throne
on one condition: that Winterfell and those within be left alone but protected
by the queen. She, of course, agreed and the dawn of a new reign began in
Westeros. Jon and his father controlled the North in Winterfell, loyal only to
the queen and each other. Eventually, Lord Stark and Jon Snow were summoned to
King's Landing by the queen and that was when his full plan came to fruition. 
 
 
     Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
Holy water cannot help you now
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out
 
 

     It was a warm, starry night with a cool breeze. Lord Eddard had just made
love to his son, the most passionate he had ever been with him, and Jon could
honestly say it was the best he'd ever had yet. It was when the Lord Stark lay
on the bed, gazing fondly up at Jon as the young man paced the room naked,
fixing his hair and retrieving a red, silk robe given to him by the queen
Danaerys Targaryen. Jon walked over to his father and leaned down to man's ear.
     "If you wanted Ashara Dayne, you could have brought her back from the
dead, or killed yourself. As it is, the destruction I have wrought upon your
family you brought upon yourself. This is all your fault and the fault of your
self-induced madness and you have created the monster in me, that night when
you first took me. I was a child and you stole my innocence. Now that I have
stolen everything that matters from you, everything you used to love and you've
been so blind to it, your life is the last thing, the only remaining offense to
my existence. That means you now have to die. So I will kill you, and it will
be quick. I merely did not want to do it without a small mercy, at the request
of the queen, not myself." he whispered and before Eddard could sit up in the
bed, Jon had drawn a short, Valyrian knife, also a gift of the queen, and
brought it down to the Lord Stark's heart. It was a quick death and Jon smiled
down at him the whole time, savoring the look of utter defeat, the sanity in
the final second of his life, that brought tears to Jon's eyes, not for the
death of his father but for the mother he had never met and the hope in the
form of a ten-year-old boy that had long since been destroyed by a lost lord.
Jon savored this and it was afterwards, when he allowed those remaining of the
Stark family to return to Winterfell, that he realized how much he truly did
resemble the man who had fathered him. He was mad and he was a monster without
a soul, inhumane. 
     After the death of his father, Jon Snow found a lover in Ser Jorah
Mormont, as the queen remained untethered and without lover, and Jon finally
gave up all rights, all control, as his ambitions had all been realized. Jon
speculated that Ser Jorah was the only man in all of Westeros who could keep up
with him and his sexual desires, the lust he had built up nearly every night
that his body released upon the pleasure he took, impaled on Jorah's cock, and
Jon needed it very much, almost more than he ever had with his father. 
     Jon served Danaerys Targaryen until the end of his days, and he died upon
his shared bed with Jorah, the day after his lover had faded right before his
eyes, hand in his. Jon Snow was old and gray when he passed and Danaerys
followed soon after, leaving the kingdom to the least likely of people: Arya
Stark. Thus, the kingdom found itself in the hands of a Stark queen and the
legend of Jon Snow had fallen into history, just as all the great stories, and
it was the victors who wrote this history. 
     There was only one man who ever said that Jon's story was the only legend
written in truth and honesty. The Lord of Winterfell Robb Stark would know.
He'd seen his half brother claim a whole house, destroy an entire kingdom. If
anyone knew the truth of Jon Snow's prowess, it was Robb Stark.
 
 
    “What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of
a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and
words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for
love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.” 

     
End Notes
     Threw that quote in there for the end because this story did not want
     to end. So yeah. I warned you it would be a dark story so please no
     hate.
     If you like, leave kudos, comments, reviews, constructive criticism.
     I am open to corrections and inconsistencies every time and if you
     notice an error I will fix it, if it is not intentional.
     Thanks for reading!
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