Multi-Verse Worlds

Lector Reborn

Hannibal looked at Will Graham with complete calm and ease as her gun was pointed to his heart.
He knew he only had himself to blame for creating Will but they were so similar to each other that he wanted Will to understand what he could be and all that they could accomplishe together but after almost killing Agent Crawford it would seem Will had enough.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"Not really, no."

He looked at Will with complete calm, and he answered because it would be rude not too and he despised rude people.
Will looked at Hannibal as if he did not believe him, and to be honest, Hannibel did not care. He was happy to die of the fates deemed it so.
He had his fun, and the end was almost here now as more people finally started to believe Will, and to his disgust, two people lived to tell the FBI who attached them, one being agent Jack Crawford.

"Well, Will......what will you do?"

Hannibal started to move then, he was hoping to get one more meal in because his fate caught up with him and what better way to go then to dine on Will Graham but Will started to move as well, he was not hesitating in the slightest much to Hannibals amusement.

"It time to finally stop you."

Hannibal chucked at that and looked at Will with amusement in his eyes as his Lithuania accent started to come through a little.

"Oh Will, nothing can ever truly stop me."

He ran then, he would hunt Will like the prey Hannibal thought him to be.
He ran through the house, taking the secret tunnels he had hidden throughout the house, making Will more paranoid as he played his game.
He dodged bullets flying from Will gun, trying to stay as silent as possible. He ran out and punched Will over and over before getting up and hiding again.
He did this for several minutes before coming at Will again, but Will managed to get the upper hand this time, causing Hannibal to get annoyed to use the martial arts he learned to subdue Will.

He sat in top of him and was about to plunge his knife into Will heart when a shot range out then another and when Hannibal looked around, he saw an FBI agent looking at him with determination and when he looked down he saw two exit wounds were his heart was an knew he would die so he went back to stab Will and was tackled to the floor, he saw blood coming out of thr wound which caused him to grunt as he could feel his heart struggling.
He landed their face down with his head facing Will. He smiled at him before closing his eyes.

Hannibal stayed in the dark for a while. He was expecting Hell or something similar, but he was met with nothing but a black abyss.
He thought back on his life, and his only true regret was not saving his little sister from those who murdered her, but that was many years ago now.

He stayed like that for a while when he saw a red light and floated towards it when he found himself in what looked to be a ritual chamber of some kind, he was very interested in what the writing meant as it did look familiar but kept looking around, he saw an alter which seemed to interest him.
He noticed fourteen flames around the room and the hall was made of almost black stone thst seemed to glimmer and shine in the fire light, he smiled at the halls beauty, this whole room made him warm and content.
A feeling he was not used to unless eating after a hunt, he walked to the altar and saw a book laying on the alter.
He lifted up his hand, and wih murmer asked for permission to touch it, which had a small gust of wind as an answer, not seeing her flames flicker before touching the old book.

Once he touched it, his head was bombarded with knowledge of a land he knew nothing about before but held of tightly absorbing the information.
He knew knowledge was power so he would take it all, he was informed of a land called Valyria and their doom, of the kings that followed, the dance of dragons and finally the battle with the white walkers then the prophecy thwt was spoken and caused the kingdoms down fall.
Once it was done, he let go and felt thr information set into place, he was huffing and breathing heavily when he heard someone clear their throat thrm whipped his hand round so fast, it almost looked like he might of broken it.

When he sawing who was standing there it gave him pause as the man was very tall, with almost dark black eyes and large dark horns on his hand and almost.....dragon like wings coming from his back wih some smoke coming from his nose.

"Hannibal Lector....welcome to the temple of the fourteen."

"Thank you for having me."

Hannibal replied in a show of some sort of friendly gesture to who he guessed was a death deity, and the deity snorted at him before giving a small smirk.

"I am a fan of your work, Dr Lector, but that is not why you are here. I am Belarion, Valyrian, God of the dead, and we need your assistance."

"What may I ask? Is this issue you have?"

"You have touched the book of knowledge of Planteos. You have seen the history of the world, and we wish to change that future. If it stays it course, we will be forgotten because of Rheanrya actions and her heirs with Daemon. We want you to change it."

Hannibal thought about it for a moment, he would be going to an era that lacked any true medical knowledge or were he was not any different to others with regards to his killing which almost made him pout but he held it in.

"Why me? I am no hero."

"You, Lector,are cunning, manipulating, and just down right artist in the way you do everything. I need to prepare Westeros for what is to come.
Take back Dragonstone and dispel the so-called Seven, eat them if you wish."

Belarion said with disgust as he talked about the seven, but Hannibal nodded. He had no issue with that request, but he knew he would have to get more creative to be noticed when he could.

"I will do it then."

Hannibal agreed when he bowed his head slightly, then froze when he stood up having Belarion was in front of him.

"I will place you in the infant body of a young prince."

Hannibal pursed his lips at that but sighed a little before nodding, and Belarion placed his hand off his head and sent him backwards.
Hannibal felt himself fall, but he was calm. If anything, he was excited. He now got to play a new game and was looking forward to what he would be doing.
He closed his eyes and then a second later gasped left his lips then a cry came out before he heard shouting loudly.
He was suddenly bathed in luc warm water then wrapped in a blanket before bring put in the arms of a woman.
She was fuzzy, but he could make out green eyes and dark hair before exhaustion took him into his dreams.