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Asha (Yara in Game of Thrones) Greyjoy visits the lead
character of the Gastar novellas to discuss the the actions of her ancestors
and the fate of her family.
Shevata read slowly through
the large scroll, scowling at the words as the finished the last line. Rolling it back up, she tossed it on her
desk. “Disgusting!”
Zermon leaned over her desk,
fumbling with his huge demonic with a small box as he tried to open it. Shevata snatched it from him. “Don’t touch anything. And get off my desk.”
He stood up. “You’re such a pain in the ass. The group is rounded up.” He pointed at the scroll. “Send her to me when you’re ready.” He walked out into the fiery world of Hell,
out of her tiny oasis of a room seemingly untouched by the surroundings. She nodded to a demon to bring Asha Greyjoy
in.
“Remove the chains.” Shevata watched the strong, rugged but
attractive young woman sit across from her at her desk.
“You touch me and I’ll cut
your heart out.” Asha pulled the chains
away.
“Yes, I know all that.” Shevata handed her the scroll. “Please be quiet and read.”
Asha read the scroll in haste
and handed it back. “It’s the history of
my family.”
“You admit this? Murder?
Using people as thralls, an atrocity known to Zermon’s demonic equals? The Old Way? The Iron Price? Killing for anything you get? This is honorable to you?”
“It is honorable to my
people.”
“Your people are here. Bask in the glory of their honor at the firepits
where Zermon burns their souls as we speak.”
Asha spit. “I won’t bend to your witchcraft.”
Shevata motioned to the demon
at the door. “Chain her back up. Let’s go.”
They arrived at the firepit
while Zermon watched from his giant obsidian throne at agonizing deaths of
scores of people as they bobbed in a pit of fire. “These came down already burned from that
Harrenhal place. I’ve got more coming from a family called
Wyck, I think. Who’s next? Yeah.
Pyke. Where do you find these
nasty people? Hurry up, they’re stinking
up the place here.” Zermon sniffed and
wove the smoke away in disgust.
Shevata turned to Asha. “The Ironborn ended up here.” Asha watched in silence. “I’m sorry, I know your people’s words. But what is dead will never die because they
will forever die down here.” She handed
her the scroll. “Take this back with
you. If you can’t save your evil family,
I’ll be seeing you again.”
