For as long as she had dwelt in Dragonstone, not one soul had ever witnessed fear within the Red Woman. But here, in her own chambers where she should have been safest of all, Melisandre was terrified beyond words. She had been praying to R'hllor when suddenly the flames before her had vanished, blown out by a wind that could not have entered naturally. She leapt to her feet, dagger held ready for whatever might come for her in the dark. Then, a low sound, a laugh like rusted chains dropping and clanking on a stone floor.
"The Red Priestess," the male voice rumbled like thunder, "The Kings Red Shadow. You've come a long way since Asshia, Melony."
"Who dares disturb my prayer?!" She growled through clenched teeth, trying to hide her fear. "I am a servant of R'hllor, Lord of Light and FiAH!" She gasped when her throat suddenly clenched as if held, but she could see nothing in the darkness.
"Your Master," The voice purred dangerously, "Is lord of nothing, but smoke and embers. And you." For the first time she felt a presence, appearing out of nowhere to surround her from all sides as if a horde of beings instead of one. "Are a fool. So sure of your own false power that you invoke Darkness to do your work. You forget, shadows do not choose who they are cast upon. Even the brightest light cannot destroy true darkness."
The grasp on her throat became more defined, fingers of cold rusting steel armor chilling her skin as the jointed plates pinched and scrapped her flesh with their tightening grip. Her mind raced: was this man a sorcerer from Asshia? Or some Essos agent hired by the enemies of her King? But before she could even begin to answer herself, the voice returned.
"My purpose," He purred in a voice like an earthquake, "Is my own. You may tell your so called King of me, but know this Melisandre of Asshia. Call upon whatever enchantment you choose, muster your armies, your faithful fools, it will do you nothing. You cannot destroy me, for I am nothing. I am the terror that condemns your mind to sleepless nights, the guilt that haunts every dark corner of your mind, and devours from within your tainted soul." Her lungs starved of breath, the red witch only had air enough for one question.
"Wh, Who are you?" Then a light pierced the darkness, but not the reassuring scorching light of her Lord. This light was itself dark, twins slits of pure darkness set in cold rubies as red as fresh blood, their own light gleaming back within as if mirrored by the shadows themselves
"I," It breathed, cold dry foul air breaking over her face as its owner hoisted her into the air, "am the Dominator. I. Am. The Destroyer. I. Am. Death. Now Melisandre, Say. My. Name. Say my name, in the tongue of the land you were born to." He grip loosened just enough for her to breath the sounds.
"Mah'Kut"Ah."
Authors Notes: until further notice this is to all intensive purposes a one-shot. I am by no means a dedicated fan of Game of Thrones but I do love the story and the characters. I also noticed no one had done a crossover between GoT and Bionicle yet so I figured why not?
If enough people show interest in this, who knows, I might be bothered to write more.