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Jon SnowxReader: RescueJon SnowxReader: Rescue by 13Youko
Jon Snow let his eyes sweep over the cold wasteland before him. It had been months since he had come here to the Night's Watch, knowing as a bastard child, he had no place in his father, Ned Stark's, land of Winterfell. A shiver slid up his spine and he pulled his fur lined coat closer. No matter what he wore he could never stay warm here, and if he wore more cloth, he would not only be unable to move freely, he would also be laughed out by all the senior members. Glancing up at the sun, he guessed he had about another hour on guard duty before he could return to the barracks and get something warm to eat. His eyes roamed over the pure white field in front of him, once again not spotting anything, just like all the other times he was on wall duty. He was about to warm his hands on the fire when a flash of something black caught his eye. Turning towards it, there in the snow, he spotted a small form making it's way towards the wall.
"One figure!" Jon yelled as he looked towards the seni
RazGriz, Lucifer's Right-HandRazGriz, Lucifer's Right-Hand by The-Demon-King999
Name: RazGriz (Real Name Unknown)
Race: High-Level Demon
Occupation: The King of Hell's Right Hand
Age: 376,810 years
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: Gray
Facial Features: Scar from middle hairline to left side of chin
Clothing Black Cloak with hood. It gives off a mysterious, foreboding, black mist.
History: Originally created to be a final training exercise for the Bahamutian race, he escaped after becoming too powerful and being locked up. While on the run from the authorities, he was offered a proposal by the King of Demons, the resident keeper of Hell. Accepting the proposal, RazGriz obtained the power of the Shadows, an ancient race of Bahamuts. With this newfound power, he destroyed those hunting him and escaped the planet. Now, he roams the mulitverse, looking for those with great power, so he may add theirs to his own. Because of the proposal, he