The Burnt Prince-GOT SI (OC x Ashara Dayne)

Part 21

Chapter 21

Darius Pahl watched as his manse burnt down and smoke littered the skies, yet he was helpless to do anything. The richest and most powerful man in Meereen was helpless to do anything as his life neared its end, and for the first time in many years he felt helpless as he stared into those unwavering amethyst eyes.

SMASH! BOOM!

Sounds of men screaming and walls and trees falling filled the manse as he stood there, helpless and shaking as his most trusted companion, Enias Galare, bled out in front of his eyes, the blood from his headless corpse reaching up to his sandals.

"Stop this. You have made your point. We must not have come after you the way we did!" he roared angrily.

"Let me go, and I shall grant you whatever you wish!" he offered desperately, yet the masked man was unmoved as he stood infront of the door, unbothered by the fires that raged on around them.

"I will have you named the King of Meereen. You would have unimaginable wealth, women, and power. Just let me go!" he shouted as he saw the fire reach into his room.

"DAMN IT! WILL YOU KEEP STANDING THERE! IT WILL BURN YOU AS WELL! WE CAN TALK THIS OUT!" he shouted, and the man spoke up for the first time.

"It will not," he answered making him frown.

"You see, I am not like you," and with that, the man reached for his mask and removed it from his face.

"After all, haven't you heard the legends about my House..." and when he took it off, he was forced to evade his gaze at the sight.

"Gods!" yet his words still rang in his ears.

"A Targaryen, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I am afraid I do not waste my breath on a dead man," and he felt the fires grow closer and closer as he began to step back towards the balcony, his eyes still closed.

"I can give you anything—money, power, anything you desire—and I could even help you rule over these lands like a King," he pleaded as he dared open his eyes and forced himself to look at the charred remains of a face.

"Just let me live," he pleaded as he saw the man walking towards him, wading through roaring flames as if they meant nothing to him as he stared with fear and reverie at that display of inhuman powers.

"The thing is that I have no desire to rule over these lands," he said as he walked up to him, and he was forced to the edge of the balcony.

"Then why do this? Why kill us! KILL ME!"

"The same reason you and your ilk kill and torture the slaves!" he said, and he shuddered as he stood face to face with the man.

"Because I can," and then the man pushed him, and Drius Pahl could only scream as his body fell down from the tallest pyramid in all of Meereen.

On that day began the true liberation of Meereen. After the rapid deaths of the city's elite, the Wise Masters would do atrocities on their slaves to find out who was responsible, flaming the fires of open rebellion. Infighting would spread, and many would flee to the other cities of Slaver's Bay as the Slaves would take control of Meereen, led by this infamous masked figure called the Liberator.

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DAEMON TARGARYEN

Daemon had spent a lot of time mulling over the punishments for offending lords, and it had taken him much time and deliberation to decide on the things he had. In the end, he had gutted the Stormlands and the Riverlands, expanding the Crownlands correcting one of Aegon the Conqueror's biggest mistakes.