#dark sorcery

The Greiver sting was supposed to end the way it did for everyone else. Death, punishment, or the limited cure. It was supposed to be a warning to the other’s of what was to come. It was supposed to be a punishment for living.

It almost was. Gally was inches away an early grave.

He came back though, and he came back much, much more different.

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Aka: THE SORCERER WAR

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Uranos, the Dark Sorcerer, stands at the top of the Island’s volcano. The sky is dark with storm clouds. Crimson lightning heralds the deep rolling thunder that sounds almost like war drums.

(In the minds of every sorcerer, a voice dictates his message)

SORCERERS! HEED MY CALL!

LET ME REMIND YOU OF WHY WE FIGHT AND WHY WE ARE SO FEW!

(Just as the voice spoke, a cacophony of images enters the sorcerers’ minds. They show a war, long and bloody, and at the center of this war, a crown. The Sorcerer’s Crown, which grants the wearer dominion over all sorcerers.)

(Then, how the war ended. @sorcererest-sorcerer cast a spell to erase all participants of the war from time and memory, so that war never happened, destroying nearly all the sorcerers on Wizard Island Island.)

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Hello!

I am glad you liked my interpretation on blood magic, in the beginning when I started reading the books it was jarring at first that such a thought may come to me, but the more I delved into the asoiaf lore the more it made sense.

Anyway, back to your question. The whole character of Mirri (as well as many that Daenerys encounters early on) is very compelling and created ad hoc to draw, in my opinion, certain conclusion from Dany and in the reader about Dany and how her moral and ideals were askew to begin with.

I feel like a premise (bear with me it will be a bit long because there are things that I have to explain a bit more in the detail) is necessary before delving into my answer to your question. And the premise is this one, I don't think — philosophically nor in practice — that certain people (and therefor certain characters in fiction) are born evil, or mad, or bad and neither that they are born good, and saint and healthy (mentally and physically). I think people are simply people, they are born with the potential to be both, it's the way they are raised, the trauma they endure, the challenges they face and mostly the way they react that makes them either this or that, and it's never a clean cut. You're evil and wrong, you're good and saint.

As I said in the post you refer to: this one and another reply on the same matter, see here I think that Daenerys, as a character has as many flaws as she has merits, and that dying and being reborn (after a fashion, this is mostly a theory I have that will be either confirmed or disproved by Jon post-resurrection, but I digress) enhances both leaning towards what she recognises herself as. 

In clearer words, in the asoiaf world we have several instances (in the story currently being told) of people returning from the death and in each case them being returned from the dead has changed or twisted something inside of them and they have (in some cases) assumed a whole new personality and identity and they’ve become an enhanced version of what they envision/choose to be. My theory pertaining this can be easily explained:

Ser Beric Dondarrion → was charged by Eddard Stark to bring to justice the Mountain and the Lannister men that were terrorising the Riverlands after the capture of Tyrion by Catelyn. Beric dies at the Mummer’s Ford and is revived by the Last Kiss performed on him by Thoros of Myr a red priest following the Red God. After his resurrection, Beric Dondarrion seems to formally forget all of his duties to his household and keep and remains in the Riverlands as a brigand and outlaw and creates the Brotherhood without Banners with which he assaults Lannister men in the Riverlands. From a ser, charged with a mission to an outlaw who has made of that mission his life purpose. 

Catelyn Stark aka Lady Stoneheart → Catelyn Stark dies at the Twins during the wedding between Edmure and Roslin Frey; as she dies she is pleading with Old Walder Frey to let her son, her only remaining son, alive. When Beric Dondarrion gives his life for hers, by performing on her the Last Kiss (a prayer/magic he learned from Thoros of Myr) she returns from the dead as Lady Stoneheart, her whole demeanour and attitude so changed that she cannot be anymore, neither formally, nor in substance, Lady Catelyn Stark thus Martin has signalled this complete change in identity and personality giving her a new name, befitting of her new identity, Lady Stoneheart. What has her death and rebirth made of Catelyn Stark, a mother?, it has made her a vengeful mother whose only purpose in life is avenging her children by destroying the Freys and the Lannisters. 

Daenerys Targaryen (imo, as I’ve said in the post referenced above) → now, here we delve in my own theory as it is not canonically recognised that Daenerys actually died in the Red Waste albeit the text does seem to hint at that and it makes more sense with the whole blood ritual as many comments on how Daenerys died in the Red Waste and became Daenerys Targaryen, wearing her name as a true Targaryen (for a more detailed outline, for anyone interested, I’ve discussed this and what it entails in the first post linked above). Anyway, before she enters the pyre Daenerys was already changing from the scared, quiet girl we meet at the beginning of AGOT, it all begins with her dreams, in which she sees the black dragon defending her, defining her as she starts bit by bit in styling herself more after him than after herself. By the time she enters the pyre she has already started this metamorphosis and the betrayal by Mirri (as she lives it) is a stepping stone, with the death of Rhaego and Drogo, toward her completely embracing her new identity that of Daenerys Targaryen, Mother of dragons and (as later she herself muses at one point, Mother of monsters — ADWD, Daenerys II) it is telling in fact that as Daenerys is the only POV by which we see her journey thus far, that before this moment, AGOT end, Daenerys always refers to herself as Dany and seldomly as Daenerys, she sometimes thinks she is a Targaryen but the first time she herself thinks of herself as Daenerys Targaryen is at first neutrally when she weds Drogo, as if it was merely a news she was relying to herself, then when she thinks she never felt like a princess until she rode her mare; but even in those cases is always tinted with something she is not or was not feeling like, or tinged with fear; the first time she actually does so without outer fear but by pride and starting to recognise herself as such is at first when she comments on how dragons feed on sheep and horse without distinctions and how she is the blood of Aegon and Maegor up until after she has exited the pyre when the metamorphosis is complete. After this moment Daenerys Targaryen changes her identity, styling it even more on the dragon of her dream, and her attitude, demeanour changes based on how she perceives herself. Before she was a scared girl with a goal in mind (return home and take back the IT) who was growing bolder and stronger, a girl capable of feeling empathy but also capable of turning away of not looking back to not see and detach herself from the ruin brought around and after her; after she is reborn in fire and blood (yeah, it’s not a coincidence I am using her House words, it has a meaning linked with my theory on how Azor Ahai is a dark hero, Daenerys might be it and Drogon might be her Lightbringer based off the fact that there are parallels between Daenerys and how she works and Lucifer/Samael; you can find it in this series of posts ) she is an enhanced version of that girl, she is brazenly confident (although she does feel fear upon occasions), a conqueror, she feels empathy and acts on it only to give way because of her higher goal, she is embracing the dragon (Mercy, thought Dany. They will have the dragon's mercy — Daenerys II, ADWD, notice this happens just before she gives leave to an expert torturer to torture young girls before their father for informations she isn’t even sure she might have).

Jon Snow → at the moment Jon is laying dead, but we know by the show that he will be returned to life by Melisandre a priestess of the Red God. Now, since Jon has been defined as half a wolf, half a wildling (I see what you are, Snow. Half a wolf and half a wildling — Jon X, ADWD), I think his rebirth will either make or break my theory, as if I am right Jon will enhance who he identifies with, and who is that?, you might ask, the answer is simple, all in all, the only thing Jon ever wanted to be was a Stark, his whole journey is imbued in his wish to be recognised as a Stark, but his true identity is not simply that of a Stark but that of the fiercest Stark’s defender and we see it from the moment he’s first shown to us in GOT, Bran I because as soon as they discover the direwolves and the adults want to mercy-kill them it’s Jon who advocates and convinces Ned to let them keep the pups and it’s done by him willingly omitting himself from the count of Ned’s children (which again, foreshadowing for the parentage reveal but that’s nothing new to us by now). He sacrifices himself time and time again to defend the Starks, why, book canon wants him killed not because he let the wildling through the Wall (tho that does play a part), he gets killed in the books because he decides to get out of its place of neutrality the Watch by leading it against the Boltons to defend Jeyne who is posing as Arya Stark, his sister. He dies the Stark’s defender, if he will rise even more of a Stark defender (as the show suggests — he becomes a kinslayer to save his siblings from Daenerys; which is the worst thing one can be by Westerosi standards) it will mean that dying and returning from the death basically does not change you, but enhances the truth of yourself, it enhances the bad and good (petty, baby-swapping Jon is returning and is returning updated I’m telling you) in a way that is completely absolute.

An important consideration to make is that in all this occasions we are coincidentally featuring a red priest, a red priestess from Asshai and a maegi who has learned this skill in blood magic by a shadowmage in Asshai. It is not coincidental as the faith in the Lord of Light, while being especially based in Volantis is mostly linked with Asshai and its culture, why the whole prophecies recorded about the Lord of Light and his champion, Azor Ahai reborn are found in the Book of Asshai.

So, to return to your question we have to start with this premise to say this the Daenerys Mirri meets in the beginning it’s not the same Daen

The first point we should discuss is why they meet and they meet because Daenerys has convinced Drogo (helped also by the attempt of her life) to move west and take back the Seven Kingdoms in her and their son’s names; for doing so Drogo needs ship enough for his khaleesar and to purchase ships he needs even more wealth than he has, thus he raids and during one of this raids Daenerys meets Mirri Maz Duur.

I am the blood of the dragon, Daenerys Targaryen reminded herself as she turned her face away. She pressed her lips together and hardened her heart and rode on toward the gate.

(...)

Slaves, Dany thought. Khal Drogo would drive them downriver to one of the towns on Slaver’s Bay. She wanted to cry, but she told herself that she must be strong. This is war, this is what it looks like, this is the price of the Iron Throne.

— Daenerys VII, AGOT

This is when I say she is capable of feeling empathy to a point, but is also able to detach herself, look away in order to reach her goal, the IT (if I look back I am lost does take a different meaning in that light, doesn’t it?).

Each time Dany reined up, sent her khas to make an end to it, and claimed the victim as slave. One of them, a thick-bodied, flat-nosed woman of forty years, blessed Dany haltingly in the Common Tongue, but from the others she got only flat black stares. They were suspicious of her, she realized with sadness; afraid that she had saved them for some worse fate.

(...)

“I am khaleesi, heir to the Seven Kingdoms, the blood of the dragon,” Dany reminded him. “It is not for you to tell me what I cannot do.”

(...)

“No man can stand before the sun of my life,” Dany said, “the father of the stallion who mounts the world.”

— Daenerys VII, AGOT

So yes, Mirri Maz Duur knows that the child Daenerys is carrying may very well be the Stallion who mounts the world, because Daenerys herself says so, and if you read the tone of her phrase is worshipping, proud and filled with condescending towards anyone else who isn’t she (who is a Targaryen and we know how Targaryens thought about them being superior of other men), her sun and stars and her son, the stallion who mounts the world. And even if I did not believe in prophecies, she does, and in Mirri’ shoes I would’ve been concerned about her doing everything in her power to make sure her son truly becomes the stallion who mounts the world. 

When she was done, Drogo was frowning. “This is the way of war. These women are our slaves now, to do with as we please.”

“It pleases me to hold them safe,” Dany said, wondering if she had dared too much. “If your warriors would mount these women, let them take them gently and keep them for wives. Give them places in the khalasar and let them bear you sons.”

Qotho was ever the cruelest of the bloodriders. It was he who laughed. “Does the horse breed with the sheep?”

Something in his tone reminded her of Viserys. Dany turned on him angrily. “The dragon feeds on horse and sheep alike.”

— Daenerys VII, AGOT

Now, besides her saying hold instead of keep, we do see her morals are askew here, don’t we? And I bet Mirri did too. Why is the use of the word hold important over the word keep, because hold in my experience of English (and I could be wrong since I am not a native speaker) is usually used pertaining things while keep can be used both for things and people (keep safe someone) now the fact that she uses the word hold means she still envisions them as slaves. They are slaves for her to do as she pleases and she pleases that they are safe because of her, but as said above they were afraid that she had saved them for some worse fate. That is the mindset of a slaver. 

Khal Drogo smiled. “See how fierce she grows!” he said. “It is my son inside her, the stallion who mounts the world, filling her with his fire. Ride slowly, Qotho . . . if the mother does not burn you where you sit, the son will trample you into the mud. And you, Mago, hold your tongue and find another lamb to mount. These belong to my khaleesi.” 

— Daenerys VII, AGOT

And if we see this connected to Aerea Targaryen (who died cooking from within and was considered to have fire inside of her for her temperament) and Laena Velaryon (who was considered a fiery girl) it does sound a bit disturbing to us readers. But even more to someone like Mirri. Yes, this child has saved them, she has saved them because it pleases her pride and her persona, not because she thinks it’s right (otherwise she would not have that mindset); if one day she was to change her mind what would happen to them? A worse fate perhaps?

“Silver Lady,” a woman’s voice said behind her, “I can help the Great Rider with his hurts.”

Dany turned her head. The speaker was one of the slaves she had claimed, the heavy, flatnosed woman who had blessed her.

“The khal needs no help from women who lie with sheep,” barked Qotho. “Aggo, cut out her tongue.”

Aggo grabbed her hair and pressed a knife to her throat.Dany lifted a hand. “No. She is mine. Let her speak.”

— Daenerys VII, AGOT

Now, Mirri has supposedly blessed Daenerys when she has stopped her rape, which I would too, I would thank her as well if I had just be spared another raping. 

“I meant no wrong, fierce riders.” The woman spoke Dothraki well. 

The robes she wore had once been the lightest and finest of woolens, rich with embroidery, but now they were mud-caked and bloody and ripped. She clutched the torn cloth of her bodice to her heavy breasts.

So, this far we know that Mirri was a godswife of the temple of her people, someone her people kept in high consideration as signalled by the clothes she was wearing before the Dothraki had attacked. Her life has been turned upside down only because Daenerys wishes to take the Iron throne (instead than settling in the life she so much likes between the Dothraki as powerful khaleesi and mother of the next khal). 

 “I have some small skill in the healing arts.”

“Who are you?” Dany asked her.

“I am named Mirri Maz Duur. I am godswife of this temple.”

“Maegi,” grunted Haggo, fingering his arakh. 

A maegi was a woman who lay with demons and practiced the blackest of sorceries, a vile thing, evil and soulless, who came to men in the dark of night and sucked life and strength from their bodies.

“I am a healer,” Mirri Maz Duur said.

“A healer of sheeps,” sneered Qotho. “Blood of my blood, I say kill this maegi and wait for the hairless men.”

Dany ignored the bloodrider’s outburst. This old, homely, thickbodied woman did not look like a maegi to her. “Where did you learn your healing, Mirri Maz Duur?”

“My mother was godswife before me, and taught me all the songs and spells most pleasing to the Great Shepherd, and how to make the sacred smokes and ointments from leaf and root and berry. When I was younger and more fair, I went in caravan to Asshai by the Shadow, to learn from their mages. Ships from many lands come to Asshai, so I lingered long to study the healing ways of distant peoples. A moonsinger of the Jogos Nhai gifted me with her birthing songs, a woman of your own riding people taught me the magics of grass and corn and horse, and a maester from the Sunset Lands opened a body for me and showed me all the secrets that hide beneath the skin.”

(...)

“Why should you want to help my khal?”

“All men are one flock, or so we are taught,” replied Mirri Maz Duur. “The Great Shepherd sent me to earth to heal his lambs, wherever I might find them.”

So, Mirri has learned from many people. Especially she spent many years in Asshai and learned from them the art of healing and their dark sorceries. And, when asked Mirri says that all men are one flock. Now, this could be the truth I do question it, but I think to speak of people’ motivations one should consider everything. Slavery might be a concept we are unfamiliar with, a concept belonging to far away lands or faraway times, but in that time it was not so. Mirri knew she was a slave and what this entailed, and how could she better insure she had a possibility of leading a good life (even as a slave) or maybe even be freed than by pleasing the gullible woman who has saved her from one of her rapists?, she was seeing a chance, she took it. If it went bad and the woman did not free her nor let her lead a good life, Mirri could always change midway and poison the khal or kill herself, if it went well she might be freed. Or so it would seem. But...

“You must say the prayers I give you and keep the lambskin in place for ten days and ten nights,” she said. “There will be fever, and itching, and a great scar when the healing is done.”

Khal Drogo sat, bells ringing. “I sing of my scars, sheep woman.” He flexed his arm and scowled.

“Drink neither wine nor the milk of the poppy,” she cautioned him. “Pain you will have, but you must keep your body strong to fight the poison spirits.”

(...)

“As you say, rider,” the woman answered him, gathering up her jars and bottles. “The Great Shepherd guards the flock.”

— Daenerys VII, AGOT

The Great Shepherd guards the flock, and all people are one flock, or maybe not. Maybe Mirri has taken in her hands the fate of the khal to defend her flock from the Great Rider. 

The next chapter opens with Drogo falling off his saddle because of the fever.

Eroeh stared fearfully at Drogo where he lay. “He dies,” she whispered.

Dany slapped her. “The khal cannot die. He is the father of the stallion who mounts the world. His hair has never been cut. He still wears the bells his father gave him.”

Eroeh is one of her slaves, she saved her from a raping, yet so easily she slaps her when the girl shows her fear. And we can say Daenerys was scared as well, yet, this gets worse when she sends Eroeh away from her side, so, by the time Drogo dies and his khaleesar breaks apart Eroeh is seized by Mago, he rapes her, gives her to his new khal and she is gang-raped then killed. Daenerys who had her sent away from her side, swears vengeance for her, but will in time even forgets her face. 

Anyway, after they discovered that the wound has festered Jorah begs Daenerys to flee because neither her nor the child are safe after Drogo dies, which looks like will happen soon. Then Mirri enters the tent:

A stirring at the tent flap made Dany turn her head. Mirri Maz Duur entered, bowing low. Days on the march, trailing behind the khalasar, had left her limping and haggard, with blistered and bleeding feet and hollows under her eyes. Behind her came Qotho and Haggo, carrying the godswife’s chest between them.

Is this the way Daenerys keeps her slaves safe and in health, especially after she asked (instead of commanding) that Mirri helps her through the birth of Rhaego when the time comes?; a woman like Mirri who had been clad in the best of clothes that could be found between the Lamb Men, has not been kept safe by the khaleesi, she’s being used. She’s being treated as a slave. Even if Daenerys lacked the power to free whoever she pleased, if she treated them as people and not slaves they would’ve felt in a different way toward her. 

“No,” Dany said. “I will not have her harmed.”

Are you sure? Because she seems like she has been harmed enough while you were superficially looking another way.

Dany turned back to Mirri Maz Duur. The woman’s eyes were wary. “So you have saved me once more.”

“And now you must save him,” Dany said. “Please . . . ”

“You do not ask a slave,” Mirri replied sharply, “you tell her.” She went to Drogo burning on his mat, and gazed long at his wound.

This, if Mirri wasn’t already in bad faith, wanting to avenge her people by killing Drogo when she offered to treat him, this is the moment this changes. Because she has seen that life as a slave of this khaleesi is not worth anything, because she has lost all else, all she thought hopelessly Daenerys might give her as to how she had posed herself as a saviour of sorts. 

Bear in mind, the fact that Mirri might want to extract revenge on Drogo does not mean she means Daenerys’ harm, besides Daenerys own askew idea that a raped woman would like to marry her rapist, she has indeed saved Mirri from more hurt and she could not have known before seeing it what the Dothraki were doing. So Mirri might have been inclined to kill Drogo and do nothing to Daenerys, to her knowledge the woman would have lived in the Dosh Khaleen as a revered widow of a khal. At the worst her babe, the Stallion who mounts the world, would have been taken care of as well and Mirri had defended the flock. In her mind it might have been a sound plan. 

“He has been dulling the hurt with milk of the poppy.”

“Yes,” Dany admitted.

“I made him a poultice of firepod and sting-me-not and bound it in a lambskin.”

“It burned, he said. He tore it off. The herbwomen made him a new one, wet and soothing.”

“It burned, yes. There is great healing magic in fire, even your hairless men know that.”

“Make him another poultice,” Dany begged. “This time I will make certain he wears it.”

“The time for that is past, my lady,” Mirri said. “All I can do now is ease the dark road before him, so he might ride painless to the night lands. He will be gone by morning.”

Her words were a knife through Dany’s breast. 

What had she ever done to make the gods so cruel? She had finally found a safe place, had finally tasted love and hope. She was finally going home. And now to lose it all . . . “No,” she pleaded. “Save him, and I will free you, I swear it. You must know a way . . . some magic, some . . . ” 

So, Drogo has done exactly what Mirri told him not to do and has made so that the wound festered and he was about to die. 

Now, if we know that Mirri thinks she is a slave, because of the way she has been treated, she knows she cannot refuse and thus is forced to comply with this blood ritual. Now, does it come as a surprise that she might want to have at least revenge for all she and all the people she knew and cared for have lost?

“Then you truly are a maegi . . . ”

“Am I?” Mirri Maz Duur smiled. “Only a maegi can save your rider now, Silver Lady.”

If we see that and put it together with her almost off-screen comment on how the Shepherd God keeps his flock safe it does sound a bit villainous pass me the term. So, yeah, she might have predetermined she wanted to kill Drogo from the beginning; tho she might have meant no harm to Daenerys.

“Death?” Dany wrapped her arms around herself protectively, rocked back and forth on her heels. “My death?” She told herself she would die for him, if she must. She was the blood of the dragon, she would not be afraid. Her brother Rhaegar had died for the woman he loved.

“No,” Mirri Maz Duur promised. “Not your death, Khaleesi.”

Daenerys does wrap her arms around herself protectively but not around her belly her first thought is for herself, not for her child. She is trembling with relief when Mirri tells her that the ritual won’t claim her life, she doesn’t even asks if the child she carries in her womb may come to harm because of it. 

“Go with them, Silver Lady,” Mirri Maz Duur told her.

“I will stay,” Dany said. “The man took me under the stars and gave life to the child inside me. I will not leave him.”

“You must. Once I begin to sing, no one must enter this tent. My song will wake powers old and dark. The dead will dance here this night. No living man must look on them.”

— Daenerys VIII, AGOT

So Mirri does warn her in some way, she must not enter the tent. No matter what. I truly think Mirri is grateful in way for the fact that Daenerys saved her, but she also feels that she is beyond saving, there is no worth in her life anymore is there is no choice for her but to obey. She has matured the feeling that she cannot be free, unless Daenerys frees her formally and substantially. We know what happens then, Daenerys disregard everything the Dothraki stands for and believe in to save Drogo’s life, thus she is pushed and falls on her belly, causing her to go in early labour which causes her to be in such a pain she cannot stop Jorah from taking her inside the tent, condemning her son even further. 

next chapter she learns the truth, and it opens ominously.

Wings shadowed her fever dreams.

I won’t delve into the entire foreshadowing on this opening line of Daenerys IX, but it is compelling for the journey up ahead. Especially since a line often repeated is:

“You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”

Because this is the moment the dragon finally wakes in Daenerys. 

She felt sad, and yet . . . she could feel Rhaego receding from her, as if he had never been.

Ser Jorah and Mirri Maz Duur entered a few moments later, and found Dany standing over the other dragon’s eggs, the two still in their chest. It seemed to her that they felt as hot as the one she had slept with, which was passing strange. 

“Ser Jorah, come here,” she said. She took his hand and placed it on the black egg with the scarlet swirls. “What do you feel?”

“Shell, hard as rock.” The knight was wary. “Scales.”

“Heat?”

“No. Cold stone.” He took his hand away. “Princess, are you well? Should you be up, weak as you are?”

“Weak? I am strong, Jorah.” 

She just lost a child, yet she feels strong. The blood rite twisted Rhaego, gave life to the father, but the strength Mirri said must go to the father...it went to the mother. To Daenerys.

Her dream just before she wakes is of a grown Rhaego, with a silver-gold braid and copper skin, and I wonder, could it not be the same as her dream pertaining Rhaegar?, where she sees her brother in armour as voices chant the last dragon, and yet we she rises the visor of the helmet she sees herself? Is she taking not only her son’s strength due the blood rite but his fate as well in a way?

“Monstrous,” Mirri Maz Duur finished for him. The knight was a powerful man, yet Dany understood in that moment that the maegi was stronger, and crueler, and infinitely more dangerous. “Twisted. I drew him forth myself. He was scaled like a lizard, blind, with the stub of a tail and small leather wings like the wings of a bat. When I touched him, the flesh sloughed off the bone, and inside he was full of graveworms and the stink of corruption. He had been dead for years.”

Darkness, Dany thought. The terrible darkness sweeping up behind to devour her. If she looked back she was lost.

So, she birthed a chimera because the blood rite twisted Rhaego’ flesh and now she cannot look back, she won’t do it, because otherwise she’s lost.

“No,” Mirri Maz Duur said. “That was a lie you told yourself. You knew the price.”

“Leave us. I would speak with this maegi alone.” Mormont and the Dothraki withdrew. 

“You knew,” Dany said when they were gone. She ached, inside and out, but her fury gave her strength. “You knew what I was buying, and you knew the price, and yet you let me pay it.”

“It was wrong of them to burn my temple,” the heavy, flat-nosed woman said placidly. “That angered the Great Shepherd.”

“This was no god’s work,” Dany said coldly. If I look back I am lost. “You cheated me. You murdered my child within me.”

“The stallion who mounts the world will burn no cities now. His khalasar shall trample no nations into dust.”

“I spoke for you,” she said, anguished. “I saved you.”

“Saved me?” The Lhazareen woman spat. “Three riders had taken me, not as a man takes a woman but from behind, as a dog takes a bitch. The fourth was in me when you rode past. How then did you save me? I saw my god’s house burn, where I had healed good men beyond counting. My home they burned as well, and in the street I saw piles of heads. I saw the head of a baker who made my bread. I saw the head of a boy I had saved from deadeye fever, only three moons past. I heard children crying as the riders drove them off with their whips. Tell me again what you saved.”

“Your life.”

Mirri Maz Duur laughed cruelly. “Look to your khal and see what life is worth, when all the rest is gone.”

—Daenerys IX, AGOT

So, back to your question.

 I feel like Mirri is a more complex character than many give her account for, perhaps she did not mean to kill Daenerys or harm her from the beginning, for Daenerys did spare her some harm, although only to a superficial looker. She might have wanted to see if she could gain freedom, but above all, Mirri was a woman of her God, the Shepherd God, who is peaceful by all accounts we are given, yet Mirri has spent many years in Asshai, she has seen many things, is it wondrous she would try to save the flock by killing off the men who threaten to destroy it and make it dust?

Maybe it’s more complex than that. 

Mirri might have wanted to spare Daenerys harm, and maybe she even meant to give her son a chance, but after having seen the way the mother conducted herself?, after having seen what Daenerys is ready to sacrifice to get her wish, her IT she might have lost hope in that, and decided to avenge her flock.

I think she might have been in good faith toward Daenerys in the beginning, the same cannot be said certainly for Drogo and after she has seen the way Daenerys treated those she claimed as her own she lost hope in both her and her son Rhaego. She might have acted to kill Drogo (hoping he may tear off the poultice?, seems unlikely) and when Rhaego ended up dead too she might have thought this was the will of her God who was guarding the flock and defending it from the demons who threatened to burn it to dust. 

What I can say is this, free choice has had a good deal of importance. Drogo did tear off his poultice, I cannot say that poultice would not have killed him, but Mirri had no way to know he would do that, tho she could suspect he would not follow her instructions by the way he had acted. She might have done something similar to a doctor, treated her patient because her morality and her belief that all men are one flock demanded it of her and all lives were to be saved, but left the rest in the hands of the God, and her God decreed both man and child dead, which was maybe her end goal. Because it secured that no one would unite all the people of the world bringing death, war and destruction in his/her wake. What Mirri did not count on was the blood rite, she did not count on Daenerys going through with that, nor to learn how to do it properly to bring dragons in the world, becoming in the end what Rhaego might have been. Because show canon Daenerys in the end wants to free the whole world from tyrant, and we know that tyrants are all rulers who aren’t her. 

This. Is really a project throwing me into something I have litterally no idea about!

That’s my future character for a RPG session! Ive never done this before! Im currently working on it’s appearence but I already chose it’s role; this thing is the cutest and loveliest being but praises Baphomet and brings chaos to mortals through the u n g o v e r n a b l e goaty-nature of it. It has a deep link with a druid that will be played by a friend, and one day if I grow to really enjoy RPG (i’m used to roleplay online, real life scares me a little) maybe we’ll end up making a cosplay of it!

Let the World be imbued with he power of the Lord Satan and the Dark Mother Lilith, may it be empowered with the Dark Energy of the Demons of the Shadow Spheres, let the Infernal Current of these Majestic Beings restore the wild and untamed forces of nature and the Beasts that travel its planes. As a Dark Warlock of the Arts of Black Magick I proclaim this the Age of Occult Activism and Satanic uprising - may this be the Aeon of Liberation and Revolution on many levels!

I am Father Ellias and I am a - what I call - a Diabolic Satanist, I take this name to distance myself from Atheistic/LaVeyan Satanists, Spiritual Satanists and even those few Theistic Satanists who who are actually concerned about the public perception of them. I am of the Old Ilk of Satanist, the Classically forged Satanist, an individual merged of the Devil Worshiper, Black Magician and Dark Explorer of the Black Arts and Demonology. I embrace the Unholy, spit on the foul Religions of the Orthodox, submerge myself in the Blasphemous, the Inverse, the Dark, the Carnal and the Demonic! I am a devoted Disciple of Satan, a Black Magician, an researcher and scholar of the Dark Occult Arts and I am a true Initiate and High Priest of the Unholy. This Blog has been created to relay the Texts of the Satanic Grimoire THE GRAND OPUS OF HELL, a Grimoire so far removed from the manuscripts of modern Satanic Practice as to belong in another time, a time which vanished long ago. The Workings of this Grimoire are primal, raw and founded on the power of Word, Desire and alliance with the Demons of Hell. I hope there will be those here who will find the entries from The Grand Opus Of Hell of interest and they may even inspire some to practice the Black Arts which can be found within the Texts of the Infernally Dark Grimoire. Please feel free to follow me back here . . . enter into the darkest reaches of Hell and the Demonic to discover the Mysteries, Black Magick Arts and hidden Workings of the true Diabolic Satanist!

Father Elias May 16th 2018

"....LORD OF THE WEREWOLVES; HIS DOMINION WAS TORMENT."

NOTE: My first post of 2024, apparently, but it's still only 4 PM in my part of the world.

PIC INFO: Resolution at 749x1054 -- Spotlight on Gorthaur the Cruel, "Lord of the Werewolves," in fair form during the First Age, from his fortress at Tol-in-Gaurhoth, "The Isle of Werewolves," artwork (A4, watercolor + CG drawing) by "Nuaran," c. 2015 (via DeviantArt).

"Sauron was become now a sorcerer of dreadful power, master of shadows and phantoms, foul in wisdom, cruel in strength, misshaping what he touched, twisting what he ruled, lord of the werewolves; his dominion was torment."

-- "THE SILMARILLION," by J.R.R. Tolkien, Chapter 18: "Of the Ruin of Beleriand," written by J.R.R. Tolkien, published in 1977