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Trying To Get Myself Killed: Westeros Edition by NotAHero101
TV » Game of Thrones Rated: M, English, Humor & Adventure, Robert B., Eddard S., Words: 71k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Nov 25, 2021 Updated: Oct 6, 2023
279Chapter 37: Interlude: The Old Lion III
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There was a twisted sort of irony to it, he couldn't help but think as he marveled at the burning sky from the window of the Tower.
For all that he'd been... Forced to accept the fact that he did not know enough about this Karma to know if he could truly win... The very fact the man employed the kind of sorcery that allowed his reach to extend far across the continent, whether through the Faceless men or not, was enough to begrudgingly accept the fact he was in his palms.
It certainly helped his pride that even if he did in fact submit before the council... None could truly begrudge him for it.
Still, there was a twisted irony to it.
In the end, even if his claws had been tempered, the Reach was more than willing to take his place.
Even if they seemingly didn't want to.
The cries of, well, his guards had come to him moments, in the middle of a council meeting- The words driving the rest of the council to immediately head for the courtyard to marvel at the monstrosity they had missed out on last time. This time on a greater scale.
He, however, had chosen to take his time and make his way to the Tower Of The Hand where he knew he was surrounded by his personal guard. Men he had chosen himself.
In the end, he regretted that choice, for he had marched to his windows and caught the tail end of... A dragon been flung to the far side and staying down, away from the lone figure and further away from the army he could see marching towards said figure in the very visual fire.
His instinct had been to call it a sham. A trick of sorts meant for some nefarious purpose and yet... His gut told him it was true. That it was real.
That the figure he was watching was in fact Karma.
That it was in fact the Reach who marched against him.
He held the cup in hand- One he'd asked a page to bring him, though the boy had been so entranced by the burning sky out of his window he'd hesitated to obey.
He'd been moments away from having said boy thrown in the cells for disobedience- And more importantly, out of paranoia that he had somehow been... Warped.
For all that he wished to curse at the existence of the fire-breathing beast, he felt a certain sense of pride knowing that even the Targeryans, at the height of their power or not, would've fared as well as he did against the blasted demon.
Yet at the same time, it was even more proof that-
He blinked, slightly surprised as he watched the army on the right side, halt in its steps before a voice echoed through. A voice that neither denied nor confirmed the demon's claims of being the fabled Warrior.
Not that he'd denied it himself.
It would certainly take a miracle of some kind to force the Reach to act first. To raise their entire army before anyone else.
"This is your last chance Karma... Their last chance-"
His mind puzzled at that, wondering who the man was referr-
"Are you going to actually attack, or are you just going to monologue at me all day? Because spoiler alert, I'd win that too."
He wasn't sure what to even think about that- Barring the fact that Karma was certainly living up to his fame at antagonizing anything that can move.
He watched as the visual receded from the demon, raising far and wide as it encompassed the army once again. As much as he might've loathed anything to do with that demon, he couldn't deny the fact his power was impressive. The burning sky, once again to his earlier surprise, moved around to what his mind queried itself to find.
It had moved to the 'Warrior' when he'd spoken, just as it had moved to Karma when he angered it in return.
It had even stayed locked onto the dragon when his mind had focused on it.
Yet... Oddly enough, whenever he focused on Karma himself, all he saw was the first wall of the Water Gardens... A wall filled with shadowed spectators-
It didn't take a great mind to figure out who they must've been given he'd visited the damn place when he was much younger- Not to mention the sheer desert that made up the field, yet the spectators still remained hidden to him.
His mind wandered over towards the Warrior's words once again, as he watched the army speed up its pace, the two forces nearing each other with every passing second faster than expected-
Had he threatened the Martells? He couldn't help but wonder why Karma would care at all about that- Given he'd presumably brought forth a dragon to their home, one they couldn't control-
He stiffened as the visual of fire twisted once again, this time the desert, the army, and the dragon all disappeared as a smiling face appeared in a giant form, its eyes locking with his own.
Naughty, naughty Tywin, keep your nose where it belongs...
The voice, unlike before hadn't echoed throughout his room... But rather throughout his head.
The thought was... Mortifying if he was honest with himself. Enough to make him gaze around his own room warily for a moment before he shook it off and focused back on the sky.
Even with an army approaching him, the blasted demon wasn't even bothered enough to focus his full attention on it, given he chose to continue playing his mind games against him.
He was a tad relieved to see it focus back on the-
His gaze narrowed in bemusement as he stared at the massive amount of smoke that covered the burning sky for a brief moment before it dissipated entirely and showed the lone army.
As his gaze searched for the missing demon it had been rushing to-
Focusing his mind on Karma again, he grit his teeth in irritation as he was once again led back to that damned wall.
When his mind focused back on the army itself, he was a tad surprised to see the visual of fire peer down far closer than before-
He blinked a few times.
His head tilted the slightest bit in sheer confusion.
...The soldiers... Were attacking each other?
Narrowing his eyes as much as he could, his wariness and paranoia escalating- He focused on the Warrior himself and heard his voice echo through.
A voice filled with confusion. A voice that screamed at his men to stop attacking each other. A voice that warned his men that they were attacking their own kinsmen. A voice that ordered them to stop falling for the illusion to no avail.
It was then he finally noticed the fact that the soldiers that had been attacked... For a brief moment... All had their appearance altered to look like Karma's.
By the old gods and the new, he felt his breathing turn rapid at the realization that flowed through him. At the sheer insanity that played before him as he watched an army slowly gut itself.
What madness was this!?
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This isn't the past jumpchain powers taking effect before anyone cries out Kyoka Suigetsu. This is R'hllor' visual tricks in play.
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Trying To Get Myself Killed: Westeros Edition by NotAHero101
TV » Game of Thrones Rated: M, English, Humor & Adventure, Robert B., Eddard S., Words: 71k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Nov 25, 2021 Updated: Oct 6, 2023
279Chapter 38: Interlude: The Warrior
"Cease attacking you fools!" He roared out, slamming the end of his sword onto the ground as his aura encompassed his soldiers.
The scope of his vision, thankfully, narrowed as hundreds of split screens diminished down one by one in his divine sight- The effects of the illusion that encompassed the men around the target the only ones holding. Three hundred differing screens filled his view, each of them showing something slightly altered, something slightly different- The most constant change was that each one of his effected men saw Karma before them.
It had been a mere few seconds into the battle before it had started, as his vision cut in half showing two different views- His own and the first soldier to be affected. And then the number doubled, and then doubled again-
Before long, he was staring at a cluster filled with tens of thousands of different sights, and a tenth of his army had suddenly found itself taken out of commission.
At the very least half of that number were dead soldiers.
He let out a breath as his resolve turned strong again and spread through his men, his gaze focused on the center view that held the swirling shadow of darkness that covered Karma's form in its entirety- For whatever reason, the demon had cloaked himself in it.
Perhaps it was to take his attention away from the settlement further ahead- Not that he ever truly had any intention of harming those caught between his kin and the demon. Though the two resurrected would need to be returned to where they belong if only to keep the natural order of life stable.
Perhaps it was to take his attention away from the amalgamation of blood magic that swept around the Cannibal dragon currently put to sleep by the demon himself based on the black tendrils that swept from it to the demon. Hints of such an arc that swept towards the settlement itself- The demon likely thinking he could simply transfer himself to his lackwit assassin once his main body was struck down.
Fool that he was, once the main body was struck down, there would be no such time for him to pull off R'hllor's trick. The trick that had guaranteed his ascension when he'd doomed his own home.
Or the worst reason... Perhaps the demon knew of his own ability to see through such lies- And so sought to hide his body in darkness. Yet, thankfully, the odds of it being the case were low... There was no reason to attempt such a thing, for the demon would then know he could see such darkness too.
His gaze locked onto the view as he took in a deep breath and ordered the men surrounding it, and those that blocked his mortal sight of eyes to move out of the way.
It was concerning that they didn't immediately obey. Their fear, unsurprisingly, had somewhat dimmed their belief and trust in him.
Still, they eventually obeyed, the three hundred views dimming down the slightest bit more with every second- Even as eagerness and determination swept through them as their illusions were dispelled and allowed them to see their true enemy.
Right on the edge of his ruptured vanguard, amidst a mountain of corpses, stood the smiling demon before his mortal eyes.
His irritation and anger grew as he watched the demon put a hand to his chest.
"You know, I've heard of hating your neighbors but, by the Warriors stupidity, to kill them in a battle as allies!? Think of the families! The children!" The demon raised his head and laughed out loud.
It took him using his divine powers to hold his men from attacking- Hints of his divine view scattering for a brief moment as fear and anger raged through his men.
Thankfully he held them at bay, and with a deep breath, he raised his sword towards the demon and made to reveal what the demon had only kept for his divine eyes.
There would be no mistaking their target for another once the darkness he could see was shared between them all.
And yet, just before he could finish his curse- In the briefest window where his powers had focused on it away from everything else, he watched as the blasted demon, to his horror as another startling reason arose for hiding himself, took advantage of it.
Within a second ninety-three thousand different visuals appeared to his divine eye.
And not a single one held the darkness in it.
The demon could see through his powers.
The demon had covered himself in darkness on purpose to bait him. To give him a false solution for the illusions themselves!
He was reading him.
He was controlling the flow of battle.
By all of his divine rights and blessings as the Warrior that shouldn't have been possible!
He blinked a few times as he considered his options. As he grit his teeth. As he silently ordered all of his men to ignore their instincts and slowly look around themselves.
It took even longer for them to obey.
He held in the blossoming panic that filled him as every visual-split moved.
All except the one provided by his mortal eyes.
Every single view, barring his mortal one, could see a Karma in them.
There was no singular concentration of darkness anymore- It had spread around equally all across the battlefield.
The demon could not truly hide his presence, at the very least- And yet his solution instead was to scatter it all around him.
He ordered his men to continue looking, even as doubt and fear filled them. He ordered them to face the skies as well, even as the dragon that would've provided such a positioning lay asleep still.
Nothing at all.
His hand minutely shook as his eyes turned the slightest bit narrower- As he felt the darkness encroach on him- As he saw the edges of every visual screen, all ninety thousand of them darken.
Even those currently on the floor, injured beyond healing, had not been spared.
He had no doubt the damned fuck was likely altering the view of those that had died, if only out of spite.
The edge of every single visual, the view of every one of his soldiers was slowly- including his own- covered in the growing darkness.
...What had he sought to fight? Sought to triumph against?
He did not come here to protect the cycle his family was so heavily focused on.
He did not come here because he truly cared about the threat of the Other side.
Whether humanity continued on or found itself starting over at the hands of that 'balancing' evil did not matter to him at all.
In the end, he was the Warrior- All he cared about was battle.
He had come here to battle a mythical being. To prove himself superior once again.
...And yet, he was not fighting a soldier.
He was not fighting a god.
He was not even fighting a sorcerer.
He, simply put, was not fighting at all.
He was losing.
He could feel the encroaching end.
He could taste death's frigid air as the darkness spread more and more-
He was the Warrior... How could he...
He blinked his mortal eyes a few times, and dispelled the divine gift, focusing on the here and now.
He let out an instinctual roar as his mind caught up to his body.
As he understood that the feeling of loss had come from the demon.
As he realized that the demon had used the deaths of his own soldiers to try and break him.
Cleansing his mind- He willed his power to flow through once again and searched- His glee and triumph rising with every second before... Nothing.
Nothing had appeared.
Nothing had changed.
The demon was still not in sight!
His disappearance wasn't a mind trick. It wasn't an illusion. The demon had truly disappeared.
"...Impossible..."He muttered, his word causing mounds of fear and self-doubt to fill his soldiers, for those very same illusions had still held a hold over them. The men twitched with anticipation, wariness, and a sense of survival as they eyed the false Karma they could see.
"Tell me Warrior."
He stiffened at the voice, his gaze, and the hundred with his divinity around him, quickly looked around. For the source of the voice had been eerily close-
"Do you fear death? The unknown? The cycle your own family created, used against you?"Every word stoked the burning anger he felt. "Do you fear regret?"
"Coward..." He instantly remarked. "You speak of fear while hiding?" He raised his sword. You're naught but an upjumped human! You have no right to question me at all and yet you dare!?" He roared out, swinging his sword to the side. "I am a king! I am a hero! I am the Warrior!"
His words strengthened his men's resolve.
"And I will be victorious!"
The fear and panic they felt disappeared. The wariness and trepidation were swept away as they stopped focusing on their false Karma's and instead turned their attention to him, to await his command!
...One he didn't technically have.
For all his words, he could still not see the damn craven demon.
"Hm. In my defense, this upjumped hooman has massacred men with much bigger balls than you." A single beat passed as he twitched, his irritation sweeping through and filling all of his men- Men whose drive and anger to win rose once again.
Thankfully, however, the stupid demon hadn't made his false illusions speak when he did- Elsewise he would have more dead soldiers on his hands.
For all his power, he clearly did not know how to use it effectively.
"For that matter, aren't you technically an upjumped hooman yourself?"
His anger skyrocketed, to the point even his own men had been dangerously close to gutting the illusions.
He reigned in his temper.
Perhaps the demon wasn't as stupid as he thought.
In one fell swoop, he'd been an emotional trigger away from having his army gut itself once again.
"Show yourself... And I'll show you how upjumped I can be..." He remarked through grit teeth, his words sending a tad hint of amusement throughout his men- Which in itself was worrisome given it meant his control over them was wavering.
"Besides everyone knows a true king despises his crown."
He quite frankly disagreed.
"A true hero despises his destiny."
Destiny was all that one had, all that drove them- What stunted fool would follow something that he despised!? What mockery did this fool speak off!?
"And a true Warrior-" He stiffened, swiveling on his feet, his mortal eyes taking in the darkness covered form that erupted out of the ground beneath him, the pointed end of the demon's sword coming at him directly- In the same instant, every single mind under illusion had watched their false Karma charge at them, a survivors instinct falsely planted in their mind- "-fights his own battles!"
He wasn't sure how many men fell.
He didn't really care.
The sword had cut through his mortal form's neck.
The Warrior held in the urge to scream in triumph as he watched the closest twenty of the hundred of his divine guard- Those blessed with his own divinity- Descend on the fool, their swords cutting through and pinning him to the ground.
His power, to Karma's surprised expression, prevented him from jumping to his failsafe.
His power prevented him from dying and held his main body prisoner.
As a reward to the mortal form that had given him a hundred thousand swords, he idly covered the gaping wound on its neck as he removed the blade.
He would live.
Even if it meant he could never fight again.
For though he could heal it, Mace Tyrell was a fool- And for that, he would not be allowed to shame the very meaning of battle ever again.
It was only then he took in the losses he'd suffered under Karma's last attack- He held in the urge to grimace at the number.
Barely over a quarter of his army had been killed- The knights blessed with his skills had cut through their illusions with ease.
Another third had been injured- Injuries that less than half of which would not be able to live through, at least under any other circumstances. Once he had dealt with the Demon, he would certainly reward some of them by allowing them to live.
He was quite frankly certain the rest of those that lived without injury were very likely to be scarred for life.
Once the mortal form of the fool had healed enough, he calmly started clapping at the demon.
"A good attempt- But much like those that face me in battle, it was not enough."
And with that, he gathered up as much divine power as he could- With enough left to deal with the slowly waking Cannibal- into his blessed blade, and pointed it at Karma's heart, the swirling darkness receding with every passing moment to show him the man's form.
He ignored the smile on the demon's face, for he would let nothing ruin this moment.
Though he could certainly understand why the demon was not yet scared of him- For, in the end, he was only kicking him out of their world. He knew enough that Karma' could not truly die. Cursed at his very concept, that he was.
"Any last words for those watching?" He questioned out of simple interest. "Perhaps you'd like to offer them all more meaningless promises?"
Perhaps he would insult him? Perhaps he would admit defeat?
It did not truly matter.
What did matter was the effect the demon had had on the continent- It would not be wise to let such influence fester without any form of closure.
The demon snorted at him and strained to shake his head.
He simply shrugged at him and stuck his sword through the demon's heart.
He could feel his divine power plummet immediately as he focused all of it on the singular cut. As he forced the demon's concept out of their world-
"...Man is pleased...In the end..." He ignored the urge to frown, his blessed father had told him this removal would be instant. "...To have fooled the Warrior."
He stiffened as his hold over his army disappeared.
As his divine reserves drained enough to require rest.
Resignation filled him as he watched Karma's face change.
"Translation..." The fog lifted from his mind as the swirling darkness disappeared entirely, his gaze turning back towards the settlement.
Fear filled him as he understood the true reason Karma had covered that body in so much darkness.
His sight landed on what he had thought to be the man's lackwit assassin and found a smiling Karma standing there, with a single sword held over his shoulder.
The demon hadn't left the settlement.
The demon had orchestrated everything atop that wall.
The demon hadn't moved at all.
And it had cost him his army and his divine reserves, to figure that out.
For all that his hold over his men had disappeared- They still felt his fear.
"Since when were you under the impression you were fighting me?"
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Trying To Get Myself Killed: Westeros Edition by NotAHero101
TV » Game of Thrones Rated: M, English, Humor & Adventure, Robert B., Eddard S., Words: 71k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Nov 25, 2021 Updated: Oct 6, 2023
279Chapter 24
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What was he even doing right now? He hummed a tune to himself as he swayed, his hand barely holding onto the wheel of the ship, his gaze taking in the swirling, almost ravenous, colors of the dangerous storm brewing in the distance.
"And now the end is here," The strange words, in an even stranger language, escaped his mouth. Their meanings were lost to him and yet they felt... Right.
Once, long ago, such a sight would've worried him. Would've had him yield caution.
"And so I face that final curtain," He continued, unimpeded. The words filled an almost separate part of his head.
Sorceror or not, every Ironborn knew to respect the sea. And considering his recent pact with eldritch demons far far out of the scope he'd long since convinced himself was the peak of what a monster could be, the Drowned God had forsaken him.
No, that was putting it mildly, the Drowned God had dropped him like a hot poker riddled with disease.
For all Euron knew, the coming storm could've been said god's displeasure for him.
"My friend I'll make it clear, I'll state my case, of which I'm certain..." Yet... Here he was, swaying into it, on a barely stable ship, drunk out of his mind, singing something he couldn't understand.
So... What was he even doing right now? Even as the storm grew closer, he continued humming his tune, the turning wheel stayed still as he let the ship sail bringing him closer and closer to what would've doomed anyone else. Anything else.
...He supposed it was easy to look into the eye of a storm and feel as carefree as he did when he knew that the powers that backed him demanded his survival. His victory. His everything.
"I've lived a life that's full, I traveled each and every highway..."
Every dream. Every goal. Everything he'd ever wanted... Was on a silver platter right before him. All he had to do... The only thing he had to do, was kill a single human, and he would be lord of this reality. He would be the most powerful lesser being in the universe. He would be tantamount to god.
"And more, much more, I did it, I did it my way..."
He would be spoken under the same tongue as the Seven. The Drowned God. R'hllor.
And... He didn't even have to work for it.
Oh sure, he would always answer to the ones who gave him such power... But they cared not for the world he inhabited, they cared only that it continued. Only that the world spun around and around with none the wiser to their existence, even as the fools of this world brought them the entertainment they starved for.
"Regrets, I've had a few, but then again too few to mention, I did what I had to do, I saw it through without an exemption..." He found himself slightly surprised by the sheer length of the words that had come out... It felt as if it was almost building up to something- If only he actually knew what they meant though!
Still, ignoring what he figured was probably some incantation of sorts- He was dealing with forces greater than he could fathom- He focused back on the fact that for all intents and purposes, he would rule. He would be a god amongst mortals.
All he had to do... Was to make sure that Karma died and the world continued.
...Am I truly such a fool? He couldn't help the thought. He was being offered everything, with the means to achieve it to boot. But was he such a fool?
All he had to do was kill Karma.
"I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway, and more, much, much more, I did it, I did it my way-" He was pretty sure he repeated some of those words from before. He shook it off and focused back on the fact that all he had to actually do for his dream was kill Karma.
Kill. Karma.
Heh... Hehehe... He started chuckling to himself as the storm grew closer. Yes, he supposed he was. Not that he had much of a choice in the matter. Those beings had made themselves clear, that to oppose them would mean he would never be granted his dreams. They had offered them, as much as put a leash on them. He was given every reason to go after Karma- And more.
For if his godhood does not amount to the glamour it had once filled his head with, they had even offered him the chance to pass on to another realm. To another, more wonderous, world where he could play it all over again, to his hearts content.
...But was he such a fool?
"Yes, there were times I'm sure you knew, when I bit off more than I could chew..."
The writing was on the wall after all.
These were beings who were willing to offer him an emperor's bounty, all to prevent Karma from ascending far enough to witness them... Yet, if he himself had noticed them then... That meant Karma had seen them.
And that, he supposed, is what made him question it.
Because if Karma had already seen them, then they had no reason to hide themselves yet... Why bother entrusting him with his reward, when they could've simply killed him themselves? The answer was clear- It was because they could fail, and so they sought him to do what they could fail at.
Was he fool enough to think himself greater than beings he hadn't even known existed? Beings he, Euron Greyjoy, hadn't known possible?
"But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out, I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way..."
His chuckle settled down, the silence of a storm taking over his senses as he simply stared ahead, almost vacantly. Almost. Almost... Because even now he couldn't escape the tendrils that filled his view from the moment he'd stare into the abyss and noticed that which hid behind the curtains of the world.
What did it say that those tendrils... Weren't half as intimidating as what he'd seen in the fire in the skies?
He let out a long sigh and let go of the wheel before him.
Oh, the things Karma must've seen... The things he must've done... To warrant such a visceral reaction from the lords of the universe themselves.
"For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself then he has naught..."
Euron Greyjoy couldn't help but wonder about the kind of crimes against reality Karma must've committed, to be so feared.
Was he truly such a fool?
Yes, yes he was.
Despite the fact he was almost certainly heading straight for his death, Euron Greyjoy sailed into the eye of the storm all the same.
"Not to say the things that he truly feels..."
Karma was likely to be the end of him...
All Euron Greyjoy had ever wanted was a legacy that could never be forgotten- And going down as the only human to push Karma of the Gods to his limits, no matter how low such odds were, was a legacy that none could ever compete with.
Why be remembered as a god that fell to a sorcerer, than as the human who raised a sword against the god that killed the rest?
...Yet, despite that, he still felt like a fool.
Perhaps it was the ego that told him he could pull that off.
Perhaps it was something else...
Euron Greyjoy, frowned the slightest bit when he considered the idea that he could actually win. That he could actually kill Karma. He frowned because... It almost felt like...
He blinked a few times as he tilted his head, the storm ahead now covering his entire view.
Oh.
Right.
Karma wanted to die.
"And not the words of someone who kneels,"
He watched as his ship rather quickly start breaking down.
Karma wanted to die.
He couldn't help the sudden laugh that came out as he felt a strange, almost visceral, feeling flow through his body, as his broken ship sailed through the eye of the storm unimpeded.
Karma wanted to die.
His laughter grew... All he had to do to succeed in his own god-given task was... Was... Ask!
He was going to succeed.
Euron Greyjoy was going to kill the God-Eater. The Undying. Karma.
And then he, along with the rest of the world, along with every god in existence, was going to witness absolute Hell.
His fears subsided, and his grin grew on his face as tendrils swept out along the breaking ship and held it together.
He wasn't going to go down along the likes of the Lesser Gods. He was going to go down along the likes of Karma.
...For some reason, that thought made him laugh even more.
After all... What is dead may never die, it only rises harder and stronger...
Such comforting words... How nice of his ancestor not to choose something dumber during his execution.
For one thing, he could've just not admitted to the crime.
Then again... What kind of Greyjoy doesn't take credit for their actions?
So laugh he did as he sailed into oblivion.
"Let the record shows I took all the blows and did it my way..."
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TV » Game of Thrones Rated: M, English, Humor & Adventure, Robert B., Eddard S., Words: 71k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Nov 25, 2021 Updated: Oct 6, 2023
279Chapter 40: Interlude: Sandor Clegane II
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Well. Sure is tense around here... Sandor idly thought to himself, his gaze slowly going around the room. Why if he didn't know any better, it almost felt like someone had died. Such was the tension.
...He bit into the chicken leg.
Honestly, he wasn't even sure why he was here.
Idly biting into the leg again, this time he found a few eyes turn to him, annoyance, slight outrage, and obvious jealousy filling each pair.
The jealousy came from the brat. The brat princess that had a dragon, but a brat all the same.
Said brat just started nagging her mother for a chicken leg.
Narrowing his eyes, he held onto his bucket a little tighter.
The brat noticed and harrumphed at him.
For someone whose brother just recently got accosted by a slave city, she sure was an uppity little shit.
Seriously, why the fuck was he even in this room?
It wasn't just above his pay, it was above his standing! But worse... Much worse, was that it was obscenely above the amount of fucks he was supposed to give about a brat that should've died in the last rebellion. Even if it was a royal. Even if it was the crown prince to the former crown prince. Even if it was a future king.
He bit into the-
"Will you stop that incessant chewing!" The formerly dead pair of legs snarked at him.
So what if she was the former queen?
He continued chewing and locked eyes with her.
"...Karma if you won't help out with this, at least get your dog-" She started, turning her gaze towards his technical leader, only to freeze the moment said leader locked eyes with her.
Shut her up well too.
My, my, that might've been the greatest power he held.
Shutting up wenches without paying them. Oh just imagining that! The wonder. The glory...
He tried biting into the chicken leg only to realize it was all bone.
He frowned and promptly replaced it by throwing it onto one of the guards nearby and started chuckling when they fumbled around trying to catch it, promptly glared at him, and yet instinctively knew exactly what would happen to them if they tried to raise a fuss at him for it.
...Following Karma was the absolute greatest fucking thing he ever chose to do with his sordid life.
He calmly picked up another chicken leg and made a mental note to throw this one at Doran Martell when he was done with it.
It was good to be Sandor fucking Clegane right now.
Karma's number one follower, guaranteed privileges no one else would ever have.
The power to raise his nose at royals and throw chicken bones at them.
"Sandor..." His ears perked up. "Behave." Karma chuckled.
He raised an eyebrow at that. "You first." He deadpanned and took another bite of his chicken leg, only to earn a snort.
"...Karma..." Oberyn Martell promptly sighed. "What are we going to do?" The man waved the missive in his hand around. "They threaten to go to the king with this... If we don't- Any plans we have..." Oberyn Martell's brow furrowed. "...I know you said you had a plan to put Aegon on the throne-"
For a man reputed to be dangerously reckless, Sandor found him surprisingly subdued whenever Karma was involved.
"Yup. Full proof, trust me." Karma shrugged. "That letter changes nothing."
Sandor did his absolute best not to react to that.
He knew Karma's plan. He also had no doubt the Martells thought it some genius ploy, some masterminded play- that probably involved fire in the sky or some such nonsense.
They had no fucking idea that Karma's entire thought process on giving a Targaryen a crown was to just ask Robert Baratheon if he wanted to give up his one.
Sandor absolutely believed it was going to work.
"It doesn't?" Doran Martell finally chose to cut in for the first time since the faceless fuck handed him that letter- Only because Karma had glared at it, cursed it, and told him to get that filthy piece of paperwork away from him.
He certainly had his odd qualities.
"Well, as far as you're concerned anyway."
"...It worries me that they somehow figured out my nephew's heritage and living status, something even I hadn't known of." Doran Martell remarked warily, his face looking to have aged ten years since Karma's appearance. "And believe me, my brother keeps his eyes on the going ons in Essos."
"No wonder they got popped." Karma deadpanned instantly at that, which only slightly confused him.
Only slightly because he couldn't completely not pay it any mind.
For some reason, however, those words made the dead-runaway pair of legs stiffen, visibly.
"That is not funny!" Elia Martell remarked with a heavy frown.
"You're right, you're right." Karma nodded, solemnly. Sandor didn't believe a wit of it, and judging by his brother's former victim's face she absolutely did.
That was a mistake.
Karma's face changed into a grin, proving his point almost immediately. "'twas fucking hilarious." Elia Martell twitched. "One might even say mind-blowing."
"Stop it."
"Shit, it was a sight to behold!" Karma continued.
Elia Martell let out the kind of sigh he'd heard sailor's wives use when their husbands told them they gambled all their money on a magical fishing net.
"...As fun as I am sure you're finding this, Karma-"
"interrupt my fun and you'll find out why the gods are coming after me."
Now, he'd known Karma long enough to know he was joking- But the Martell Lord definitely didn't, and neither did his family judging by the sudden slight terror that filled them.
Well, Almost all of the Martell family.
"Yeah! Don't interrupt the fun uncle!" Rhaenys called out, crossing her hands. "Having fun is more important than anything else! I also have a dragon so you should probably listen to me. For your own health, of course." The girl nodded and snuck a look for approval from Karma.
Karma rolled his eyes and mouthed the words to what he was fairly sure wasn't meant for children's ears. Rhaenys harrumphed at that without missing a beat.
...Rhaegar Targaryen might've been the brat's father, but damn if that mind behind that little shit's head wouldn't have had everyone question it.
Elia Martell calmly let out a sigh, held the bridge of her nose, and looked her daughter in the eye. "Rhaenys. Your brother is in trouble, this isn't the time for fun."
Hm. Now Sandor wasn't the best when it came to helping people that dealt with almost dying- But he was pretty sure that wasn't what you said to a child that absolutely fucking did die.
...If he'd been in the woman's place, he would've certainly been in a better mood knowing his formerly dead brat was happy.
Then again, Sandor wasn't the most norma-
"Why should I have to deal with my brother's bad luck?" Rhaenys remarked raising her nose up.
Sandor blinked a few times at that, a chicken leg hanging off his mouth.
He was starting to see why Karma liked the brat so much.
"It's his fault for not dying with us, otherwise he wouldn't be in trouble right now!" The girl remarked. "He'd be with us and he might even have a dragon!"
...Screw it, the brat earned a chicken leg with that one.
Gods, the sheer utter confusion going through most of the faces before him was amazing.
Even Karma was having trouble hiding the utter amusement on his face-
"Hey Karma, if my brother doesn't work out can I become queen?" A beat passed as the words filtered through the air. "Like I have a dragon so..."
Sandor proceeded to take in and enjoy the utter terror and realization that swept through everyone's face at that- Everyone besides Karma who had just started laughing.
Sandor couldn't help but wonder how it had never occurred to them that giving the crown to the son was all well and good- Hells even with Karma's backing, he'd likely keep that crown, but his sister having a fucking dragon, and a want for said crown, wasn't exactly going to end well for the brother.
"...No?" Rhaenys questioned with a frown.
Not unless the two married and he sure as shit knew Karma wasn't backing that- The guy had threatened to name a peasant king of the world if the Martells considered it.
Which he'd admittedly want to see- The peasant part. If only to watch the likes of Tywin Lannister be forced to bend their knee to 'em.
"Ah, alright, alright." Karma broke the uncomfortable silence that had filled the room. "Rhaenys, trust me." The man stood up, idly patting the girl on the head, earning a blink out of her. "Having a crown on your head is exactly how the fun ends."
Speaking of fun, it was then he noticed the fact the heir to Sunspear was missing-
Sandor held in the urge to snort. The delusional woman was probably hiding in Karma's room now that he thought about it.
"Hmm..." Rhaenys tilted her head at Karma. "Okay." The girl shrugged. "Guess I'll believe you."
He rolled his eyes at that.
Out of anything in existence, the fucker that brought you back to life should've been number one on the list to believe regardless of any reason involved.
"Never mind." The girl promptly walked back to her mother's side. "I don't want the crown."
The earlier worry on their faces rapidly turned into looks of relief along with sighs of... Defeat?
Sandor wasn't entirely sure what that was, nor did he care in truth- Reading nobles was never one of his skills or wants. Dogs survived by following orders, they had no place dealing cards.
"Right." Karma promptly clapped. "While it doesn't really affect my plan for the little future king- His capture does annoy me." Karma turned a look towards a frowning Doran Martell. "Because you are correct, they had no place knowing who or where Aegon Targaryen was... Not without help." Karma snorted. "And to get it down that accurately... Well, there's some divine tomfoolery going around."
A tense moment rapidly filled up the room at that, yet before any of the Martells could reply to that, Karma promptly turned towards him and told him to pick a number between one, two, or three.
Sandor, blinking once, with a frown, ignored the sudden panic from the others in the room as they watched the color on the windows turn a very familiar red as the sky outside brightened up with flames.
"...Three." Sandor numbly answered, his gaze frozen and fixated on the large windows.
Frozen as he watched the fire in the sky dance. As he watched a giant city emerge in its tendrils. As his other eye picked up Karma's lackadaisical form as he swept back onto his seat in the corner of the room, put his head on the arm resting against his chair.
"Rhaenys, dear." Karma's voice washed over their frozen, wary, and worried forms. "Come here."
The rest because they no doubt, like always, tended to forget the slightest bit exactly whom they were dealing with.
Himself because... Well. Despite the irony of it, he was following a man who played around with his worst enemy, his worst memory.
He watched, a mild gulp coming out, as the child in the room casually did as she was told. As if she wasn't seeing what everyone else was- The girl even ignored her own mother's attempt to hold her close.
Karma laid his free hand on the girl's head. "Ah. Good." He chuckled to himself. "He's not there." And then, the man just... Looked up to the ceiling?
In his peripheral, he caught the faceless man- No, men that suddenly swept into the room slowly, all of their gazes locked onto Karma. Reverance and awe in them all.
...It was almost scary how easy they made it look.
"Look... I get it, Harpy number three. I do." Karma chuckled, his voice reverberating through the room and beyond. His voice effecting the fire out there in the sky. The fire that held the image of a large pyramid of sorts. There were people outlined there as well, he dimly noted, all surrounding said pyramid. It felt almost off to look at. The distance to the giant pyramid should've meant the people looked akin to ants yet... He could still see them enough to notice their damned features? How could he the outline of a city as it were from afar and yet notice the people inside it as if they were up close to him? Almost as if they were in front of him?
At the same time?
He shook his head off of the forming headache. Thinking about that was only going to make it worse.
"The Seven fear what I am... You fear what I can become..." Karma let out a chuckle. "...Look... Take this as a warning, as I have no personal issue with you... Tell your dumb sister to drop her bullshit and let him go before I remake the world map." Karma clicked his fingers. "Oh and while you're at it, do yourself a favor and get outta the slave trade 'cos once I am through with the Seven, that's next on my bucket list..."
Cold. Sandor dimly noted he felt... Really cold right now, which all things considered was... Off.
One ought to expect warmth from a fire no?
He watched, transfixed as a strange board of sorts appeared in the air before Karma. The hazy look to it was almost airy- Yet... Sandor frowned when he noted the heavy feeling it seemed to exude.
"As for the rest currently watching... Instead of actually learning how to use his fucking powers properly, the Warrior settled for bashing the skulls in front of him." Karma shook his head as Sandor blinked a few times as he watched a warhammer magically appear in the hand he wasn't resting against. "Honestly, Yes, I am named Karma. Yes that's all scary and good-" Karma narrowed his eyes and promptly swung the warhammer onto the magical board floating in front of him-
"But you really should've feared what I was instead."
Sandor watched the city in the sky, the one he'd evidently chosen with but a number in the get pummeled into nothing-
And then, he felt the sudden shockwave that swept through their room as everythingthat wasn't held down suddenly flew around haphazardly.
He distinctly noted the fact his bucket of chicken legs was no longer in his hands.
That... Didn't seem to matter as much to him at the moment, his gaze locked outside on the fire in the sky, as he took in the remnants of his choice. As he watched... He blinked and dimly noted the fact that there were survivors.
Survivors with collars crumbling off of them.
"It doesn't matter what powers, what world, or what situation I am flung into..." Karma leaned back into his seat as shadows swirled out from underneath him, out from the corner of the room he was in, as they filled the room and made him look akin to an encroaching darkness. "I am a Conqueror by nature."
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