Hey before you read!

You know I'm almost beat that "Through the Fire and Flames" isn't really picking up like this has, but hey what can you say? This one is just way more cooler. Today it ends with this Chapter ~

Let's begin

Until the End

"I made an oath to myself and to the Order, I will never kill an innocent. And for that I will bleed. You can torture me, and cut pieces of flesh and bone from my body, but as long as I shall live i will never spill the blood of an innocent or eternal darkness..."

Demon was laying back on the bed that was given to him. His hands rested behind his head while he soaked up the darkness and the silence that came with it. Now only if his mind would stop repeating every goddamn word that was said after he told the queen he would accept.

"I said I would accept, but only when your brother has committed a sin that would submit him into eternal darkness. Otherwise I cannot kill him."

His own words rang in his head, he couldn't believe that he sounded so cool even though every fiber one him was burning in utter and pure pain. He almost sounded like he was getting her through a tough time.

What that woman wanted was the death of her younger brother, all because of a few things siblings can't get over. This is why Demon didn't know his parents or family. Stupid things that make a family a family.

The mother queen didn't even respond, instead she sent a hard slap to his face yelled something at him and jumped to the other side of the room while a guard came in. Once the mother queen left the guard took his at Demon, and this is why Demon was just laying on the bed.

Demon didn't even sit up when the door to his chamber opened back up, he just laid there. He just needed another day before he would leave, give himself a little bit of rest before he disappeared.

"Are you the one called Demon?" The male voice asked. "The one who fought for my brother in the arena?"

Demon sat up this time and faced in the direction of the man holding a torch. He was a strapping man, and if Demon recalled rightly that he only had one hand. A small smile came to his face.

"Yes, but I have been called Demo at one point."

There was a small pause and Demon stood up. "Forget its a joke between old friends. I'm going to assume you need my help to get your brother out of the mess?"

Jamie nodded and tossed demon a white tunic. Demon only had a second to hate the white color before he pulled the shirt over his head and left his cell following Jamie.

"So I'm guessing I can't have my weapons?"

"All your things have already been placed waiting for you and Tyrion." Jamie went on to explain the plan while they rushed to Tyrion's cell. Jamie jingled with the keys trying to find the right one, with the torch balancing between his hands.

"I hate this, move over." Demon said pushing him out of the way and breaking the lock before opening it.

"Oh get on with this you son of a whore!"

"Is that anyway to speak about of mother?" Jamie joked when he walked in.

Demon on the other hand stayed outside the cell, he had enough with the moldy smells and the stone walls. He now just wanted to leave, even though he could have done that at anytime. But this way it was much better way of leaving and still saving Tyrion.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

And soon they were rushing off out of the dungeon while Jamie spoke of their plan. They both were to get on a ship and leave King's Landing. Demon didn't even get a say in all of this. He could have spoken up and just simply said that he could keep Tyrion safe under the shadowy veil of his order?

No one, not even the King had control over that order. He could give the command for them to reveal themselves. But they would simply write a letter back in blood telling the king to come and find them.

The North was a pretty big place, there was many hiding places to pick from.

He didn't make a deal with the queen, she hadn't paid him, so their contract was void. And he was with Tyrion until he was proven innocent. And the lord of light only knows how long that was going to be.

"Jamie." Demon called to the knight while he caught up to him. "I owe you my life, if you ever need anything, or run into any trouble." Demon pulled at the silver band off of his middle finger. "Take this down to the harbor master Roke. Tell him Demon from The Shadows sent you and he'll take you somewhere safe."

Jamie nodded giving his thanks and once he turned around Demon spoke. "Salt water will releave the words you'll need to say when you are taken to my order. Never take that band off, it will save your life.."

With that Jamie and Demon parted ways. Demon made his way up the stairs where he believed Tryion. Up the stairs and staring at the door Demon stood frozen. How many knocks was he supposed to do? Was it two, wait three?

Flustered and frustrated he growled dark words and stared hard at the door. Out of all the things to forget he forgot the knocking order? Demon wanted to slam his head into the door. What was it? What was it!

Demon sighed deeply running his fingers through his hair, he didn't need to know the knocking order, this door couldn't hold him, and in no way was Tyrion going to leave without him.

"He's not here yet?" Demon asked stepping out from one of the many shadows of the room to a man standing close to the door.

Demon held at his wound, by now it was gushing blood and would bleed through the shirt any minute now. Wouldn't he blend in? The man jumped seeing Demon walk out from the shadows.

Finding his things Demon went straight to equipping them. The cloak would hide the blood, and his staff would prove a great walking stick. As for the pouches, they could be used for later if needed.

"You're the man who fought for Tyrion." He answered still a little shocked that there was no need for a door when it came to Demon.

"Aie, I am. He's' not here is he?" Demon asked again finishing up what he was doing.

"Ah, no, not yet."

Demon sighed deeply. "He's digging a grave that not even I would touch."

The conversation died after that, and when Tyrion did show up, it was only for the worst. Everyone in the room knew what Tryion did, it was all over his face. There was rushing to the boat and even the bald male came with them.

They left in the sounds of alarm bells, ringing their good-bye, and Tyrion's sin.

To be continued in Season 5!