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Oh guys, this is late, this chapter was long over due. Here it is and everyone smile!
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A Black Heart
Everyone remained silent until one brave soul stood up and started cheering. Within a matter of seconds everyone was screaming and cheering for Demon. He kept his eyes glued to the shocked mother queen as she stared back at Demon, they didn't break this stare.
His lips curled up and he raised both hands into the hair. With fists in the air he yelled "NOT TODAY!"
Not many people would understand what he meant, and a few people got silent, but as Demon slowly spun around, they got wild again at his teeth-showing-smile. Not today came from a saying one of his older masters taught him.
"What do we say to death?"
It was a very common saying in his order. They were always facing death, many of the assassins died because they didn't scream at death. It was the saying Demon got through when he was tossed out into the wild with nothing but his clothes on. That was his last step to becoming apart of the order.
Being thrown into the wild with only your clothes on your back, was the last test. It showed if you could survive and tell death not today. Twenty-four people were casted into the wild, only ten came back, Demon was one of those boys.
He gave Tyrion a thumbs up, even through his pain, he looked as if he hadn't been wounded at all. But blood was still pumping out both wounds, and when he turned back to the judges the bad news was laid on him.
The Right hand man had stood up, and Demon fell to his knee. Not out of willingness, but because the lost of blood had caught up to him. His hand went back to his chest and he coughed up blood, right when the older male spoke.
"Because of unseen power, and a very unfair fight, you have lost."
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"Stop!" Demon yelled. "F-ck! I said stop! What in the name of the Light are you doing?!"
The black haired male fought against both the elder men as they tried to take his shirt off. They were both maesters, healers in medicine. Demon rebelled greatly with them, the last thing he wanted for them to see is what happens when he's healing.
Demon was granted yet another gift from the Lord of Light. He could heal faster than anyone in the world, there was no healing spells, no magic. This healing wasn't a fast within a day, no it was half the time it normally takes for a human to heal.
Just with his healing it hurt like bloody hell if he were to attempt to use any of the powers given to him by the Lord of Light. All his source of power would be directed for his healing.
"Now, don't fuss, we're trying to help you before you bleed out." The black robe wearing one spoke trying to hold down Demon's arms.
The didn't care for his safety, they just wanted to know how he did all that. Vanishing like smoke, and appearing where he did. Breaking a claymore with just a turn of his wrist, and the inhuman strength he had when he pushed the Mountain back.
They couldn't throw him into a cell and beat the answers out of him, not when he was bleeding out in front of them. Which really was just the infected blood being pushed from his body. It would stop within minutes, and new blood would pump through his veins.
Shover his non-bleeding hand in the black robe man's face a small purplish black light appeared for a half second before extinguishing. Pain shot through Demon's body and he groaned deeply, feeling his strength quickly vanishing.
Demon's breathing was heavier than before, and his heart had slowed down greatly. He was about to pass out, he could feel it. His green eye looked in the direction of the door where two guards stood. His red eye was covered by hair, Demon made sure that eye was closed.
"Will he be alright?" The mother queen asked.
Oh, the mother queen was in here along with her father. Two dangerous people who were greatly interested in his power. And if he didn't work with them, he would be killed just like Tyrion was supposed to be.
"If he stops acting like a brat he would." The right hand man spoke.
"If you stop fighting we could get that shirt off." The bearded maester spoke.
"Yea but there are some things you don't need to see!" Demon pushed them back using his feet. They didn't need to see the healing Demon did.
"What are you hiding under there?" Tywin asked.
"Why are you wanting to kill me? Because I won?" Demon snapped. "Because there was no god-damn rules when it came to the fight to the death!?"
He flinched painfully and exhaled. There was no way in hell he could keep this up for much longer, they were going to find out either way. Then he would be burnt at the stake, could men be charged as being a witch?
Silence hung over them as Demon leaned back. They couldn't kill him, he wouldn't let them, and they weren't going to kill Tyrion, because Demon was going to bust him out. F-cking nobles changing the rules of a life or death fight.
With a sharp gasp Demon allowed them to take his shirt off. Milk of the poppy would sooth the pain, they might as well bring that over, nothing else was going to work.
The mother queen gasped at the sight of Demon's exposed flesh. Both maester stared with interest and Tywin remained silent and kept a normal composure, but he was just as puzzled as the rest of the people in the room.
Demon had his scars like everyone else who fought in battles, the longest scar he had was at his side. He should of died from that scar, but with his healing and his Friends he pulled through.
But the sight of him now, while his healing was going on was a lot different. It started at his heart. Right where he heart was supposed to be was a black spot, the size of a normal human's heart. Lines came from this black heart and spread through his body, well just the torso.
It was all under the skin, his heart had turned black, and so did the blood in his veins. This was how he healed, the blood around the wound was cut off while new blood took its spot. This stopped him from getting infections, as fast as normal people would.
"I would like to keep this in this room. If this ever gets out I swear by my life I will kill everyone of you." Demon threatened.