Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 152 - Turning Eyes Back to Winterfell Again.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV.
North.

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It could be said that Daemon showed no mercy to that bastard Ramsey as his summoned creature began the work of removing all his skin, while the Springers made sure he wouldn't die or even fall unconscious.

The man roared in pain, suffering more than any victim he had ever flayed before. This was a torture the man couldn't have even imagined.

The daedric entity Jon had summoned was undoubtedly a malevolent presence far worse than Ramsey and was specialized in torture. It was doing it with pleasure, tearing off the skin, while Val couldn't watch for long and had to leave after seeing a kind of torture even she couldn't stomach.

Daemon stayed there, listening to the man moaning in agony. Feeling all the pain, they made sure he wouldn't die before they completely finished with him. The daedric was using a kind of magic that created a corruption worse than a simple skinning.

At one point, Daemon had the brilliant idea of going to fetch Theon's cell, who was immediately frightened upon seeing firsthand the state Roose Bolton was in—half of his body already skinless—while the dark, horned creature continued removing the other half.

"Tell me, Theon... Isn't this a fitting end for your master?" Daemon asked in a deeply disturbing tone, while Theon trembled inside his cell, unable to look, hearing Ramsey's moans, who couldn't even speak—only moan and scream incoherently like an animal.

Theon, in that moment, looked at Daemon, who stared at the scene with indifferent eyes, as if he were a demon—that's what Theon thought.
'He's much worse than Ramsey...' He trembled at the thought, even more so when Daemon could summon those strange creatures.

"Don't look at me like that. With the experience I have, these things don't affect me anymore. I've seen too much blood, and I think I've grown a bit numb these days..." Daemon said, staring at him, while Theon quickly hid between his knees, avoiding his gaze.

"Are you going to do this to me?" Theon asked, crying.

"No. I'll give you a trial execution in Winterfell. Let's say what's happening here today will be just between us, Theon.

You were really an arrogant boy back then—and you still were until I found you in Winterfell over a year ago... But I see that the war has changed you. I feel you're full of regret... But that doesn't change the actions you took. That's why you must be judged.

You were responsible for the deaths of people in Winterfell, like Maester Luwin and Ser Rodrik Cassel... People who helped you for so many years. You were treated far better than I ever was. I really don't understand how you could do that to the people who fed and sheltered you... you're a disgusting kind of person..."

Theon only trembled.

"I regret it..." he stammered, seeming far too ashamed.

Daemon ignored him after that, while he continued watching the daedric tend to the damned Bolton in a horrific manner.

It was only after all of his skin had been removed that Daemon acted. He turned the bastard's body over, took a smaller axe from his storage, placed Roose on his stomach, and began to carve into him while the snow was still alive, opening his back, performing the Blood Eagle even with his skin already flayed—until the bastard Bolton's body could no longer endure and dropped dead the very next moment.

The entire floor was soaked in blood.

"Looks like it's over," Daemon said, ignoring the blood-covered ground. He grabbed a blanket and draped it over the corpse, lifted Bolton's body, and carried it outside. After all, the women would be horrified by the sight.