Hey before you read!

"You have been watched by the shadows, You have been targeted by the Demons in the darkness, and they found you guilty. I will be your guide to eternal darkness, make your prayers and peace with your god and may they have mercy on your damned soul."

^ - That's what Demon's order says before they kill someone :3

And do i have anyones back up if I make a sequel to this? With Melisandre and Stannis Baratheon?

Let's begin

The Shadows Under the Sun

Silence hung over the crowd at the body that laid on the ground. Well, the body that should have been there. The Mountains sword was against the ground, with no Demon in sight. Anyone could of sworn that the male was there, that he was pinned, and death waited for him.

Everyone exchanged glances as if he would suddenly appear right next to them. Some even looked up in the sky, as if he just flew away. Tyrion felt something prick up inside him, it was an indescribable emotion. His death would surely come of this.

"Damn! That surely was close!" The twisted laugh of Demon made everyone's head turn towards the judges seat. His laugh and voice was loud and echoed through the crowd. There stood no other than Demon, he was sitting above the queen, balancing himself on the top of her chair.

His legs hung on each side of the queens head. Demon leaned forward as if to look down upon the queen. "Can you believe he almost killed me?" He asked as if he was having a normal conversation with a normal person instead of the queen, the same woman who wanted her brother killed.

"I underestimated you! And trust me! That wont happen again!" Demon called out to the Mountain. Jumping up from from his seat, ignoring whatever was being yelled at him. Demon re-entered the arena.

He turned his attention towards Tyrion and with a cocky teeth showing smile he pointed to his red eye, in a "I got you" way. Lifting his free hand he caught the massive sword before it sliced down on him.

"I Hope you've made your peace with God." Demon said darkly before he kicked the mountain in the chest, pushing him back with unhuman strength. "Because to hell you are going."

Calmly he walked towards his staff while the mountain started to charge. Swinging his mighty sword he aimed for Demon once again, in hope to cut his head off. But Demon disappeared again, except this time he appeared behind the mountain.

There was a loud and confusing gasp from the unbelieving crowd. The mountain became more and more irritated every time Demon would dodge his attacks. Left, right, down, and even up, no matter where the mountain swung, Demon dodged with little to no ease.

"Your f-cking brat! Stay still!" The Mountain hissed darkly.

"Sure." Demon said stopping completely, a twisted smile rising his lips.

The mountain made one of those grunting noises that Demon hated with a passion. He shivered with disugst. The mountain swung his sword down, half expecting for Demon to dodge out the way, but instead Demon reached his hand up again, catching the sword.

"I think it's time to end this, don't you?" He asked his grip tightening greatly.

The mountain pulled, trying to get his sword back, but it almost felt like it was in stone. "What the 'ell?!"

Tilting his hand up slightly and the sword shattered, once again a shock gasped echoed through the crowd. Demon wasn't indestructible, sure with the Lord of Light fueling him with powers, he was strong and fast with powers no one would think of. But he was human.

A long deep wound was on his palm, and blood filled up this his hand in a small pool of blood. When his hand was down the blood ran rapidly down his fingers and dripped to the ground.

Sighing Demon lunged forward shoving his hand in the mountains face, only to kick the man legs, knocking him to the ground with a loud thunk! After grabbing the closets shard Demon sat on the man's chest. Raising the shard high he plunged it straight down, in hope of getting the mountains neck, ending it one and for all.

But once again things weren't going in the direction Demon hoped, it seemed at this rate the fight was never going to end right. The mountain still had the broken sword in his hand, and with that he thrusted it into Demon's chest.

There was a loud gasp and the mountain pushed the smaller male of his chest. And stood up victorious. The crowd cheered wildly, the queen smiled, and Tryion covered his face with his hand.

Standing up Demon pulled the sword from his chest and thrusted it into the mountain's neck. The broken blade protruding through the front of his neck. There was a cry of confusion and the mountain start choking on his blood.

Within a matter of minutes the mountain fell to his knees than to the ground, dead. The crowd was in silence and stared at Demon, half hoping he would just die right on the spot. But here Demon stood, his bloody hand to his bloody chest.

"Looks like I won." He laughed painfully.