|Jon Snow with Ygritte "Game of Thrones"|
A bit of fun with Game of Thrones character Jon Snow meeting the lead character of the Gastar series Shevata.
Shevata sat at her desk in her comfortable apartment in hell, the one place she could find solace and a getaway from Zermon’s bombastic speeches, his obnoxious demonic servants, and the screams from the firepits of lost souls. She sat back at her desk thinking about her existence; her mistakes in the Underworld and her triumphs in her home world, realizing over time everything just becomes a memory.
A handsome young man appeared in her doorway. “My lady, I was told I could find you here.” His voice shook a little and he seemed shy. Shevata found him striking in appearance with black curly hair waving around his face..
“I’m no lady, but have a seat.” She nodded to a chair across from her desk. He sat looking down at the floor.
“There’s no reason to be afraid. The demons told me you are Jon Snow, and asked permission to come here for another. Who?”
“I lost someone I love and I want to save her.”
Shevata raised an eyebrow. “You can’t save her.”
He looked up at her. “How do you know who I’m asking about?”
She shrugged. “Nobody can be saved from the fires of hell.”
“Please.” Tears welled up in his eyes. “I loved her.”
Shevata stood and walked past him toward the door. “Come.”
They walked toward Zermon’s main fire pit. Jon looked at the demons in horror as they shackled and dismembered a screaming man. “Hi, Tywin,” said Shevata as she passed by. A menacing rack stood in their way, as they passed, she ordered, “Move the Bolton Bastard’s toy until he’s down here.” Jon followed her to the side of a large obsidian chair. A female demon sat in it beckoning Jon to sit beside her. He stepped back and grimaced at her facial features rearranged with her eyes at the bottom and her mouth at the top. Shevata lashed her across the face with a thorn whip. “Get out Shae.” A pair of demons threw her into the firepit as she screamed. Jon winced. “She was the woman who betrayed Tyrion Lannister.” Shevata handed the whip to one of the demons, giving a nod to continue to whip her in the bottom of the pit. She turned to Jon. “You know Tyrion?” He nodded. “Zermon promised Shae if she jumped into the fire without resistance, he would change her into a succubus, a beautiful female demon.” Jon frowned. “He lied.” Shevata smiled as the young man gasped. “It was my idea.” She sat on the throne. “Bring Ygritte.”
“You do know her!” Jon glared at Shevata as he stood beside the obsidian throne.
“Watch.” She motioned the demons to bring before her a comely red haired woman, dressed in rags, covered in cuts and bruises from many obvious fights.
“Ygritte of the Wildlings?” Shevata read the scroll. “You’re banished to Hell for the murder of women and children before the attack on the Ice Wall. Have you anything to offer for redemption of your soul?”
“Unchain me and I’ll have your heart out you little wimp girl.” Ygritte spat at Shevata.
Shevata laughed along with the demons. Shevata heard a smirk from Jon. “She can’t see you because you’re a pure soul. Don’t push my patience.” Jon became silent.
“Is there nothing you’d give up of yourself, nothing of value that you’d give to anyone deserving better than your fate? Anyone you may have loved?” Shevata’s eyes glanced down at the scroll.
“Jon Snow chose duty over his woman. If there is any justice, he should be beside me right now.” Her eyes glowed with ferocity.
Jon leaned over to Shevata. “Please, don’t burn her in the fire. Isn’t there something else?”
Shevata reached in her pocket. “There are no good options, Jon Snow.” She loaded a tiny crossbow. “What will it be?” Jon hesitated. Shevata nodded to the demons to throw her into the firepit. “Nooo!” He shouted. Ygritte disappeared in a bright flash of light.
Jon stood still in shock. “You destroyed her soul?”
Shevata nodded to the demons to seize him. “I told you there were no good options. They will take you out of Hell. You know nothing, Jon Snow.”