Hey before you read!

Ahhh! im sorry you guys! I wasn't reading!

This story keeps getting popular and popular! To bad it's going to end soon...Or will it? It honestly depends if I want to back track to another part in the series and place Demon in there. Probably somewhere around the Red Priestess... :3

Let's begin

A Demon's Tale

"Demon?" The small man asked through the darkness. "What kind of name is that?"

Demon shrugged lightly, as if Tyrion could see him. He didn't answer just yet, instead Demon walked to the candles on the other side of the cell. Digging through his pockets for matches he answered. "A name one has to earn."

"And how does one go around and earn a name of Demon?"

"From the names of the people I've murdered."

Silenced reined over them while Demon rummaged through his pockets for his matches. But alas they were lost. He sighed deeply, looks like another conversation in the dark. So Demon sat down across from the Imp.

"It's what they yelled before they met darkness." He reworded as if Tyrion didn't understand.

"And you want to pledge your life to me?" He finally asked, not bothering to ask about just what Demon was hoping to do when he got up.

"Yes, I want to help you." Demon nodded leaving his hood up, he could of taken it down, Tyrion wouldn't have seen him, but comfort made him keep it up. "I know you didn't kill the dead king."

"Oh, and what evidence do you have?" He asked "From my trail, all the evidence has me pinned against the wall."

"Last I checked Poison was a woman's way to murder." Demon explained adjusting himself on the stone floor. "Killing that way is a lot easier to them. The most common is poisoning their husbands."

Demon laughed lightly at that, remembering a lot of joking being passed around the order about women and their poison. It would make no sense to an outsider, but to everyone in the order, it was a common knee-slapper.

"Womans?" He asked with a light sigh. "So i'm guessing your accusing my wife?"

Demon lightly shook his head. "No, Lady Sansa doesn't have a single murderous bone in her body. I know the Starks."

Well it was partially true, he worked closely around the Starks, they owned the North. And that's where Demon was raised and trained in the North, he knew the Starks from the others members in the order.

"Let me get your right." Tyrion said slightly taking in a breath. "You're from the North, you're a trained killer, or from what you've told me. You think my wife and I are innocent. Tell me, who are you really?"

That was a question Demon never heard in his life before. Who was he? Who was his parents, his siblings, his cousins, his aunts? Who did Demon grow up as? Who would he have been if he wasn't found by the Order? Or saved by the Lord of Light?

Breathing in he spoke. "I'm no one, just a walking corpse. A person with only one set of skills. I don't even have a name, my victims named me."

"So tell me, Demon." Tyrion asked. "Are you ready to fight a mountain?"

"Men have moved mountain's before. what's the difference if one knocks down the mountain?"

"You do know him, don't you?" Tyrion asked making completely sure that Demon wasn't going to chicken out when he got a glance at the giant man.

"Yes, him and the hound, and their tales are quite famous where I come from. But tell me this small man. How do you kill something that's already dead?"

Silence hung over them as Demon sighed deeply. "If it weren't for the Lord of Light, I would be dead."

"But that's for a different time." He smiled as he stood up. "I'm going to fight for you, and you'll see, mountains do fall."