Game of Thrones (SI/OC/OI/GI?)
Warning: Mature content
People say that the world of fire and ice is a terrible place to be inserted. Amateurs – they just don't know how to do it right.
I smirked as I entered the chamber. Everything stopped at my command – literally. Even the fire froze.
Slowly, I strode to the woman who was laying on the ground – her body stale, as she tried to push away the man standing over her. Only woman's eyes were moving – fast, desperate, like trapped animal's.
"So many gods you have called, so many names – and only when you were desperate, you called one name that is part of your culture, yet one which you neglected for so long, hmm~" I hummed as I stood over her.
"Goddess Rok'ai, Guardian of Dorn's rivers, attendant of Goddess Rhoyne." I smiled as Elia Martel said my name. I could see as understanding washed over her face. Good. Making a deal with her now would be quite easy, I would think. Desperation is a good incentive.
She probably thought that I stopped time. Nah, too much trouble. I only made her brain work faster. Not that she would notice the difference.
It did not matter, anyway. It was time to make my spiel. I opened my mouth, but Elia was not finished.
"Goddess of consensual bondage, domination, submission and sexual slavery."
I froze as she said that, my smile plastered on my face, now forced. I immediately stopped time for Eila.
"ONE TIME! You make that damn joke one time! And they quote it for the next 2000 years! It's worse than social media! What came to my mind that time to troll those two siblings! Yeah, they were hot, but if I knew that they would spread that joke around and create a fucking cult around it, using what I said as the main doctrine, I would not fucking done that! It stopped being funny a millennia ago!" My head snapped to the east as my rant was interrupted. "Stop laughing Rhoyne! It's not funny!"