Hey before you read!

Well, this is an OC fanfiction, it's pretty obvious right now. But instead of starting right when Tyrion needs help, we're going to start when the trial first starts.

Let's begin

Lies Spun from Demon Spawns

Joffrey Baratheon, murdered at his own wedding, and by poison no less. It was a mercy way to die. Many people through out the seven kingdoms wanted him to go out in a sadistic way. Just to match his horrible personality. Poison, it was poison who brought this king down, and it was the gossip that spread through the lands like a plague, people cheering or mourning. An endless wave of emotion, one that was mixed and perverted to its very end.

It almost reminded one of the Red Wedding, Robb Stark and his mother, along with many other men were slaughtered like animals. Betrayed by a man they trusted, may the Lord of Light guide those lost souls. It was becoming obvious that not even weddings were safe.

When the news got the Demon he couldn't help but to laugh. The people he was sharing his table at weren't so pleased to see him laughing uncontrollably. He couldn't help it, though a part of him was pissed. That job of Joffrey's death was supposed to come to him when the ok was supposed to come from the Elders.

So after hearing the news, and after dinner with his friends, he bid them a farewell and left to go see the man who murdered the false king.

And here Demon sat, in a room filled with nobles, knights and guard a like, The right hand man, the Mother Queen and the new King. Demon was dressed up like the rest of the snobs, he wore their clothing, and blended in with them. It was easy, they all look, dress, and act a like.

He watched, his head turned with the rest as the doors opened and in walked Jamie, the King slayer, with his brother, the one who killed the king. Behind this newly king slayer was two more guards who walked about five feet away from the murderer.

Everyone was silent in the room as they walked, not a thing was said, and it almost felt like everyone was holding their breath, like if they were to breath, they would end up like Joffrey. Demon on the other hand was more relaxed than anyone in the room. He couldn't careless about the killer or what he had done to the dead king. Death was his life, things like these never racked his nerves

The silence was almost broken when someone yelled "King Slayer". That was the word floating on every ones mind. Though he was a fool yelling like that, if he sat next to Demon, he would of got a hard nudge to the ribs. As the Imp walked pasted everyone the silence was filled with soft whispers. Everyone around could theoretically hear them as the conversation was spreading around the room.

When everything was set in their rightful place, the small man looked around the room, his eyes looking over everyone as if his fate had been sealed. And being with these nobles, it was already.

When the king stood, so did everyone in the room, which was common. Though Demon almost didn't stand up. This boy wasn't his king, Demon didn't feel there was a need for a king in his dark part of the realm. But nevertheless he stood up like the rest of them.

"I Tommen of the house Baratheon," The King spoke "First of my name, King of the Andals and the First Men and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. do here by reques myself from this trail. Tywin of the house Lannister, hand to the king, protector of the realm, will sit as judge in my stay. With him Prince Oberyn of the house Martell, and lord Mace of the house Tyrell. And if found guilty, may the gods punish the accuse."

After the speech the newly king left with two of the guards walking behind him. These two guards were probably the ones who walked in with Tyrion, Demon actually, for the first time, didn't pay attention.

When the three judges came up and sat down, so did everyone else and the trail officially began. Demon sighed lightly just thinking that someone got to Joffrey before he did. But the Lord of light always had a way of playing things out...

"Tyrion of the hoe Lannister," Tywin spoke to his youngest son. "You stand accused by the Queen Regent of regicide. Did you kill King Joffrey?"

"No"

"Did your wife, the Lady Sansa?"

"Not that I know of."

"How would you say he died then?"

"Choked on his pigeon pie."

Demon couldn't help but to snicker at that, choking pigeon pie, that would of been a more better death to the old king. At least everyone would of gotten a laugh out of it. Demon knew the men in his order would of laughed their arses off if they heard that a king died by choking on pigeon pie.

"So you would blame the bakers?"

"Or the pigeons, just leave me out of it."

Demon had to bit his lip to keep from laughing. Who wouldn't think that was funny? Well from the many victims that fell on his feet, or the few friends he did have said he had a warped sense of humor. Which Demon never fully understood. He enjoyed most things people didn't find funny.

"The crown may call it's first witness." Tywin said obviously doing his best to hide his irritation.

The first witness was a man, a knight of sorts that claimed that The little Lannister man said things that were normally done when a brat needed to be put in his place. If it were Demon, he would of done the same thing, when a brat, no matter his rank in society, needed to be put in his place, a good slap and a few bad names normally worked.

But to this story there was more, another half that was forgotten. Apparently the dead king had a cross-bow pointed at the Lady Stark, while that same knight beat and ripped at her clothes. All Demon knew was that knight better not be alone when Demon was still here. The knights death wouldn't be swift, it would be long and merciless.

Demon was raised with a bunch of men that respected women. To hit of beat a woman with no reason ro a stupid reason always boiled Demon's blood. He would treat them with the same respect they treated the women they hurt.

The man that came up was know as Grand Maester Pycelle. He claimed that Tyrion plundered his poison-filled shop. He did confirmed that the posion that was used on Joffrey was the one stolen from his shop. He also pulled out a necklace Sansa Stark wore to the wedding, which was found on the body of Ser Dontos Hollard, who was last seen helping Sansa out of the wedding.

Which would be something Demon would of done. Even if she didn't do it, they would of pointed the finger at her. She was a Stark, and to this world a traitor, she was tortured by the Lannisters in anyway they deemed fit. Only if she met Demon before all this, all she would need to do was speak his name and his feet would swiftly carry out her command.

Next was the Mother Queen, who like the rest, spoke ill of the murderer. Saying that he would destroy her happiness. It almost felt like another side of the story was missing. A side that would never be told.

A man named Vary came out next sprouting a theory to the court. That Tyrion's marriage to Sansa made him more sympathetic to the North, a place where Demon was born and raised. No one needed to speak anymore it was already obvious where this was going. Tyrions Fate was already sealed. . .