章節 19: Chapter 19
Sooooo, I have decided to update longer chapters whenever I can instead of daily so as not to burn out.
Anyway, Enjoy!
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"So you are telling me that you let the Blackfish and the remaining Tully forces pass North without you doing anything to stop them!?!?" Walder Frey was many things, He rude, lustful, deceitful and even a coward, He knew that and it's what kept him alive all this time, Long enough to outlive those younger than him and become the Warden of the Riverlands.
Despite all that, he couldn't be called wrathful, because he learned how to stomp down on his own anger, lest it became his downfall. But even he couldn't stop himself from becoming furious at the incompetence of his own descents. All the male Freys were present, most of them came to gloat at the failures of their kin.
"W, Well, Father. We simply didn't have enough forces to stop them, Half of our forces remained in Riverrun to hold it. The Lannisters refused to help us unless they attack first. So we took all the remaining Freys and reached here before them." Lothar Frey told his father, Looking sheepish.
"Useless! Both of you are useless!" He shouts in anger at them. "Bah, Doesn't matter, What can he do anyway, Take the Twins? Hah! Forces larger in number than us didn't even try, And they are fewer than us!" Walder Rivers tells his father.
"You fool! I know that they can never take the Twins! But as long as he lives, He will remain a big pain in our arses and a constant threat to our rule!" Walder Frey takes his breath for a bit. "Not to mention that he might help the Starks retake the North and if they do, They turn their sights on us! They will never forget the Red Wedding!"
Suddenly, A cold chill enters the hall, And wind starts howling from the door.
"Shall I close the door, Milord?" A voice asks from behind Walder Frey.
"Yes, Wench. it's freezing in here, Go close the doo--... Wait, What's wrong with all of you?" Walder Frey looks at his sons and grandsons, All of them were pale and shaking.
"Well, You can't expect much from a bunch of weasels, Milord." The voice came from behind him again, its tone mocking him.
"How dare you talk to... to... totototototo..." He turned to look at the servant that was disrespectful to him, only to stop and start sweating and stuttering.
"What's wrong my lord? You look like you've seen a ghost." The one who said this was lady Catelyn Stark. Her hair was white, Her eye sockets were empty, And her neck had a bloody smile that matched the one on her mouth.
"Oh, Right. We need to shut the doors, don't we? So that nothing goes in... Or out." Her voice came from the wound on her neck and the wound itself was moving as if it was a mouth. The doors of the hall slammed shut by themselves without anyone touching them.
The panic started shortly after with some drawing their weapons and others rushing to the door to escape.
"Now, now. These are no manners of a host, Drawing your blades on your own guests! But then again, What can you expect from a group of weasels like you?" Someone declared from above. And once the Freys turned their gazes upwards, Their blood froze in their veins.
On the ceiling, Stood all the nobels that were slaughtered in the Red Wedding. From Maege Mormont and her daughters to Smalljon Umber, To dozens of other highborn from both the North and Riverlands, All of them were laughing. Chief among them was Robb Stark looking as if he was never touched, Beside him stood a white-haired man that shared similarities with the slain King in the North.
"Well, then. I think we are ready to start our little feast of hell now, Don't we?" I smile at the weasels below But to them, it looks a pout. "Ah, And don't worry! I have taken care of all the uninvited guests! We don't want them to disturb us now, Do we?" I already knocked out all those who didn't know about the Red Wedding.
Shadowy tendrils came out of the ground and engulfed the Freys leaving only their heads untouched, Some tried fighting back, But among all the struggle and screaming none of them were able to break out free. Walder Frey was moved out of his high chair and was sat down among his sons and grandsons.
I sat down in his place with Robb, Catelyn, Talisa, and the others surrounding me. Some of the Freys were crying for help, But no one could hear them because this basically my domain. Unless they could suddenly use cursed techniques, There is no way that they would be able to do a thing.
"Aaah, This chair is really comfortable Lord Frey, I get why you'd loathe being away from it." I stared at him while saying this.
"...This is a nightmare, Right? I-... I will wake up any moment now, Right?!?!?" Walder Frey shouted, while the screams and wails of his decent.
"Ummm, No, Not really. This is reality, See?" One of the tendrils breaks his middle finger, He starts screaming. "You can feel pain, Don't you? This is happening right now, Right here. And there is absolutely nothing you can do about it."
"W-... What are you going to do to us?!?!" Asks Black Walder, Whose laughter has now turned into fear.
"..." I look at him for a bit before looking at all of the Freys and smiling.
"Tell me, my lords, Have you ever heard of the story of the Rat Cook? I myself can never forget it, due to how many times old nan used to scare me and Robb with it. Not to mention the fact that he was himself a brother of the Night's Watch." I chuckle, But none of them share my laughter.
"Oh, You Don't? Very well, I guess I will have to tell it to you then. Don't want you to start thinking that you are a victim or something." I made a little shadow show illustrating the story.
"According to legend, the man who would later be known as the Rat Cook was a simple cook at the Nightfort. He became infamous when he served an Andal king a pie that was made of bacon and, unknown to the king, the king's son. The cook killed the prince in revenge for a wrong the king supposedly did to him. The king was unaware of this, however, as he ate and praised the taste and asked for a second piece. The gods were angered — not because the cook had committed murder, nor because he had made the king a cannibal — but because the cook had slain a guest beneath his roof. They cursed the cook and transformed him into a massive rat who was doomed to be unable to eat anything but his own young. "
They were silent for a bit, Almost all of them looking at their father. Walder Frey was getting paler and paler the more he heard.
"I am not as cruel as the gods, Having to live off your own children? What the fuck! Right guys?" I smiled at them, but then I looked at them coldly. "But... You do have to get punished for what you did, Don't you?" They started struggling at that.
"You will not die, I made sure of that. Instead, You have two options," I snap my fingers, making a portal that looked as if it was the gates of hell open, showing men getting tortured in all sorts of ways, from skinning alive to getting ripped apart to getting boiled to, etc... "You can join your men who had no problem following their lord's command to do such an atrocity without a hint of remorse for eternity." I left those who felt guilt and those who had no other choice out. Those men inside are rapists, bandits, and thugs. They will serve society better as my cursed energy generators. As will all the Freys present.
"Or... You can participate in a little challenge of mine If you manage to complete it. You will be allowed to leave, No strings attached." Butcher's knives and blocks appeared this time, beside them were some human-sized scales.
"The challenge is, You have to decrease your weight to exactly 8 stones by any means necessary and then return back to your original weight whatever it is." I pointed at the equipment. "As you can see, the only feasible way to do so is to cut from your own flesh till you reach 8 stones in weight and then feast on your own flesh to gain the weight back!" I was inspired by SAW when I thought of this challenge. Not that they will ever complete the first phase, I will heal them after every cut they make after all, with the excuse that I am saving them from bleeding out.
The very thin of them could try puking till they reach 7 stones (Which I highly doubt) and then eat their bile again to cheese it but I will simply stop their gag reaction before they could even reach there.
"Oh, and don't worry, our friends here." I point at all the victims of the Red Wedding. "Will be assisting you if you chose option 2, And will supervise you if you choose option 1. They promised me to take special care with you!"
They were all shaking and trembling now, some of them even soiled themselves.
"Of course, I am not so cruel as to not give you a way out." I smiled gently at them.
"That's why I will give you one chance. If you can guess why I am doing this, You will lose all memory of this and will not be harmed. You have exactly 5 minutes to guess why am I doing this." I give them a chance, Not that they will be able to use it.
I let each and every one of them answer, They weren't able to hear each other though, so a lot of them answered the same thing. cries of 'Because we killed a guest under guest rights', 'Because we killed the Starks', 'Because we betrayed our liege-lord', Or 'Because we sided with the Lannisters'.
This continued for a while with not a single Frey guessing the real reason why I am doing this.
"No, no, no, nononononono. All wrong. The reason I am doing this is simply because..." I pause.
"It's SO FRICKING FUN ~~~❤❤❤!" I smiled madly with my eyes shining red and blue.
"SEEING MAGGOTS STRUGGLING, TRYING TO LIVE. WITH THEM HAVING NO CHANCE TO RESIST WHILE YOU TOY WITH THEM IS SOOOOO SATISFYING ❤❤❤❤!!!" They looked horrified, realizing how well and truly fucked they were.
"NOW!!!!! WELCOME TO THE KARMA CAFE!!!!! HAVE A SEAT, YOU WILL GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!" I laugh at them with all the others as some of them start biting their tongues to escape their fates.
How futile, You will never escape, You know???
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