Hey before you read!

So I was thinking of making a sequel to this. Because for those who don't know, after the fight between Demon and the Mountain I'm ending it. And so I was going to make a sequel where Demon ends up in the company of Stannis Baratheon and his red priestess, Melisandre. Sound good? :3

Let's begin

Black and Red

It was an unusually bright day, and to the dark trained eyes, it burnt like hell. Demon had to hang his head to hide from such a bright light. The sun never bothered him so bad as it did today. Was this an omen? Or was it just a really bright day?

Demon stood beside the table of wine and food, he was enjoying the small shade that was given to him by the orangish gold fabric that hung above him. The day was warm, not to hot, not to cold. This was the type of day anyone who fished would go finishing.

The Mountain, that's who he was going to fight. A giant man who wove a Claymore like it was simple short sword. He had strength, that was very true, but you didn't just need strength. Demon had speed and smarts on his hand.

The crowd of people were cheering, no for him to win or for the mountain to win. But for blood, to see people fight to the death for the safety of one man who killed the king. They were going to see death, a corpse, blood, and a demon who's been blessed by the Lord of Light.

"So you are real."

Demon looked over his shoulder to see the imp. Sadly Demon still wore his cloak, he didn't see a reason to take it off. He was going to fight, and he fought many times in his cloak, just not people like the mountain. Maybe he should take it off?

Tyrion wore the same clothes he had been wearing throughout the whole trial, guess not even royalty could change their clothes. There was some equality in the system.

"Yes, I am." Demon said finally deciding to take off the cloak. He loosened the strings and pulled it off his figure.

Under his cloak he wore black trousers that were almost skin tight, this gave him perfect movement. His tunic was brown, the sleeves reached towards his elbows and a small V at the neck line. The Neck line, the ends of the sleeves and the bottom of the tunic were black. The shirt fabric itself looked to be made of thin fabric.

Around his waist were two dark brown leather belts. One held his trousers up, while the other one held three pouches all black and made of the same leather. The belt holding the pouches were slanted.

His boots were made of expensive black leather, they looked to expensive for him to afford, but it came from a dead man that fell at Demon's hands. They were free, and a lot more comfortable than the ones Demon had before.

Demon was a slender man with shoulder length black hair. Half his face was covered by bands. It didn't take one to notice that the side where the bands covered there was an eye patch underneath. His skin was white like snow and his eye was dark and green.

"Where is your armor?" Tyrion asked seeing that Demon wasn't wearing armor and there was certainly no armor around them.

"Armor? I'm an assassin, I don't need such things weighing me down. How fast could I be if I had metal weighing me down?"

"You could at least wear a helmet!"

"True, but I do have one." Demon knocked his knuckles against his head. With his rasps made three hollow knocks. He proudly wore a playful smile.

"That's not funny." Tyrion said.

"Never was." Demon shrugged turning towards the Imp. "I just want to know one thing."

"And that would be?"

"Do you want me to use my full strength? Or do you want me to play with him?"

Tyrion studied Demon for a few seconds, unsure what Demon could hide up his sleeve, but he played along and nodded. "Play with him if you wish or use your full strength just don't lose."

Demon's hand slid under his raveny bangs and under his eye patch. He slipped the patch off and walked over to Tyrion. "I understand."

Kneeling Tyrion got a look at the second eye. The bangs that were covering the side of his face were a reck, but it wasn't covering the eye that was hidden, and it wasn't a green eye, instead it took the color and brightness as fire.

The mixing colors of red, yellow and orange, burned brightly as Demon handed Tyrion the eye patch. "Hold on to that while I fight."