AN: THESE CHAPTERS ARE NOT ALL RELATED so if you don't like the first one, it doesn't matter, 'cause the second will be different and you might like that one 'cause this story is essentially a collection of ficlets from different parts of the GoT trilogy.

This is an alternate ending to the Key – with a twist. It's just a random thing.

Disclaimer: I don't own it, but I'm using it for my randomness anyway.

Lathenia

"Highness?" A raspy voice questions.

I sigh. "What is it now Keziah? There had better be no more hang-ups or someone will take the blame for it?" I threaten.

"Well, your Demons, highness-"

"What about them?" I snap. "I haven't got all day!"

"They're drunk, highness." The old magician blurts out.

I can't have heard him correctly. "What was that Keziah?"

"Your demons are totally inebriated, highness."

I slap my forehead. "This cannot be happening to me." I mutter to myself. To Keziah, I command. "Just douse them in coffee and cold water, Keziah. And tell them that if it happens again, I'll have their heads!"

I have to ask myself, for the millionth time, why I bother doing this. Sure I like the power, and I might've enjoyed ruling over so much stuff a long time ago, but I sure don't enjoy dealing with those idiots. And the demons – they smell so bad I want to throw up over them to make them smell better. And then there's Marduke, I mean geez, how am I supposed to love that?

No, I like King Richard better. Now there's a real man. Anyway, think Lathenia! I need to concentrate on beating my brother today.

Taking a deep breath of clean air before going out to where the Demons are being held. Urgh, they still smell awful, but the coffee has covered some of the odour, so I guess they're a little better. I'm actually surprised that none of my human soldiers have passed out from this.

I clear my throat and order. "Forward to the lake above the city of Veridian! It is time for us to claim what should have been ours, right from the start!"

There is a tumultuous array of noises of approval, and I transport us all to meet my brother.

Matt

A drunken demon faints at my feet. After all that training and stuff, we barely have to look at the things and they fall over or just give up and sit down with a nice bottle of whisky. I literally only have to prod one of them, and a whole line goes down, they're like furry, breathing dominoes, they really are.

I hear a cry of rage different to any other I've heard today. It has every creature turn to look at the immortals. They have reduced themselves to physical combat, each wielding a sword and a dagger.

"Is this what it has come down to sister?" Lorian enquires. "Is any of this really necessary?"

"Yes! All of these years, you have ruled over everything and it should have been me. I was conceived first, so I should have been born first!"

"Really? I thought it was Dartemis."

"But he's dead! You should know, you killed him!"

Lorian shrugs. "If he wants to do whatever it is he does, it's none of my business."

"So does that mean he's still alive?"

"For goodness' sake! I'm not his personal messenger, ask him yourself!" Lorian snaps.

"Stress-y." Lathenia mocks. "So isn't it time you killed me?"

"And you me?"

"Nah, I don't feel like murdering anything at the moment."

"No, neither do I."

"Shall we go down the pub?" Lathenia suggests.

Lorian shrugs. "Why not? I've had enough of all this fighting."

The two immortals use their wings to disappear.

I turn to Arkarian. "Pinch me. I must be dreaming."

Arkarian shakes his head. "Then I'm dreaming too."

"And me." Isabel adds.

"Shall we all just go to pub too?" Rochelle asks.

Dillon agrees. "Yeah, these things smell like rotten eggs and coffee."

Ethan adds. "And they're snoring really loudly." He kicks the nearest snoring demon. It grunts then continues to snore.

So we all go off to the pub, briefly aware that somewhere in the woods, Marduke is waiting like a loner for Ethan and Rochelle, who aren't even going to bother to turn up.

Marduke

"Hello? Ethan? Shaun? Little spy, Rochelle? Lathenia?" I call after an hour of waiting.

"Oh stuff this!" I say, picking up Ethan's bow and arrow. "I don't really want to shoot that little squirt anyway; he makes me laugh with his stupidity. I'm going to the pub!"

AN: So what do you think? Should I continue with it? Please review :-p