Game of Thrones Olly meets Shevata in the Underworld.
Shevata sat at her desk in her office in Hell, with the lush design being a cold comfort to the conditions outside. About every hour she’d hear a blood curdling scream of something terrible outside; it could be anything. Zermon tortured demons often, some escaped, most were captured and tortured again. She remembered never thinking of Hell until she first came here on a suicide mission to save human lives. Now it’s almost home.
A demon’s head was in the doorway. “He’s here.”
“Bring him in at once.” Shevata moved a small chair opposite to hers at her desk. She found a pitcher of pomegranate juice, something she smuggled from home, and set up cups.
The boy sat across from her, shaking with fear as the demon unchained him. “I told you not to chain him up!”
“He’s stronger than he looks. Be on your guard.” The demon turned and left.
She poured the juice into both cups. “Is that what I’ll get from you, Olly? Do you want to fight me too?”
Tears welled up in his eyes. “I want to go home! I want my Mum and Dad! We were farmers and they attacked us! They ate my parents!” He leaned forward sobbing.
Shevata watched as he finally stopped crying. “Have you finished? Have some juice, it’s poison.” She swallowed a gulp. He took his cup and drank it down.
“That’s really good. It’s poison, really? So I’ll die down here?”
“Well, you’ve died and you’re here by your decisions you made in your life. Do you want to talk about it? What happened after your parents were killed?”
“I joined the Night’s Watch. Jon Snow made me his steward. Then he betrayed us all by bringing Wildlings into the Wall."
Shevata unrolled a scroll. “And you took part in murdering Jon Snow, who took you into his confidence, his special trust, and you killed him. “ She rolled the scroll up. “Now Olly, for me to help you, tell me what you would give up for Jon’s life. Anything?”
“What do you mean, give something up?” His tear stained face looked up at her with frustration.
“The only way you have to make things better for you is to give up your soul for someone else. That’s the best deal you’re going to get down here.” She sipped the juice.
He threw down the cup. “No! I won’t do it!” Shevata grabbed him by the ear and they walked out the door. “Where are you taking me?”
“To meet the boy.” They reached the edge of Zermon’s fire pit, where he was shouting orders about air freshener.
“Whoa! Is that the Westeros kid? That’s a messed up place.” Zermon laughed. “What’s his sentence?”
“He will meet the boy.” Shevata leaned into the fire. A crowned blonde demonic boy rose to the edge of the flames. “Your Grace, this is a new boy. Be a good lad and show him around down there.” Olly’s screams faded as Joffrey yanked him into the flames.
“Hell is getting worse by the day. Children. Really Shevata? What are my enemies going to say?” Zermon swatted a winged demon away.
“They will want to meet the boy too.”