Joy, the kind of feeling that a man like Tywin Lannister has never felt in his life. A feeling that had died inside of him when a certain dwarf was born. But on this night, Tywin Lannister had finally regained some bit of joy in his life. For in the next morning, that same dwarf which had deprived him of his joy shall be executed in front of the millions for the murder of a king. And none of this would be possible if it hadn't been for The Mountain crushing the head of The Red Viper in the trial by combat, and the whore who was sleeping right next to him.
Ah yes, it was the whore who deserved most of the credit. For if Tywin's own daugther hadn't bribed her to testify against the dwarf in the first place, he never would've sealed his own fate by demanding a trial by combat. And for keeping her end of the bargain, Tywin felt that she deserved a special reward for helping him regain some bit of his joy. For as everyone in The Seven Kingdoms knows: "A Lannister always pays his debts."
The dwarf might've looked upon her with great pleasure, but Tywin however didn't seem to feel anything as he looked upon her. She could never be as good as Joanna. No woman could. Indeed, there was no other woman in Westeros like Joanna. She was practically the only one who could've made Tywin Lannister smile. But that part of Tywin would soon die away with her.
After repaying his debt to the whore, Tywin slipped on a robe and decided to take a quick trip to the privy. As he got out of bed, he walked past his clothes and took a short glimpse of the golden badge that was pinned on it. They don't just make anybody Hand of the King after all; Tywin Lannister had always taken pride in that honor--even if he had to serve a madman, and an inbred bastard.
As he finally sat himself down upon the toilet, he closed his eyes and could already see Ser Ilyn Payne chopping off the head of the dwarf who was responsible for depriving him of Joanna. He also started to hear the voice of his daughter, as she was telling him her and her brother's secret. It was then that he started to see the two of them performing the most indecent thing imaginable. Your legacy is a lie. Not wanting to think anymore of this, Tywin opened his eyes and was prepared to go back to his bedchamber. But as he was about to get up, the door had slowly opened, and there stood the dwarf with the crossbow that stood hanging on the walls of his bedchamber. Any other man would usually shit themselves when a person holds a crossbow in front of them; but not Tywin Lannister. Throughout his experience, he knows that you should never let your opponents know what you're actually thinking.
After receiving a mocking half bow and a "My lord," that seemed to have been made of steel, Tywin kept a straight face as he spoke to the dwarf. "Tyrion, who released you from your cell?"
"I'd love to tell you, but I swore a holy oath."
The little imp always did love to flaunt his wit through japes, but the sound of his tone suggested that it wasn't out of amusement. Even if it were the case, Tywin didn't care. "The eunuch, I'll have his head for this. Is that my crossbow? Put it down."
"Will you punish me if I refuse, Father?"
So it's finally happened. All of his life, he knew that the dwarf would one day get back at him for always treating him like shit. He just didn't knew that it would be inside a privy. Seeing as how his life is on the line, Tywin attempted to maybe reason with the dwarf into sparing him. "This escape is folly. You're not to be killed, if that's what you fear. It's still my intent to send you to the Wall, but I couldn't do it without Lord Tyrell's consent. Put down the crossbow and we'll go back to my chambers and talk of it."
Tywin tried to rise up, but it only took one quick gesture with the crossbow to make him sit back down. "We can talk here just as well. Perhaps I don't choose to go to the Wall, Father. It's bloody cold up there, and I believe I've had enough coldness from you. So just tell me something, and I'll be on my way. One simple question, you owe me that much."
Tywin took the Imp's request as if it were an intended stab to his own pride. "I owe you nothing."
"You've given me less than that, all my life, but you'll give me this. What did you do with Tysha?"
"Tysha?"
"The girl I married."
Tywin had suddenly received recollection of punishing some crofter's daughter for the crime of marrying a Lannister. "Oh, yes. Your first whore."
If his intention was to anger the dwarf, the sight of him aiming his crossbow at his chest was all Tywin needed. "The next time you say that word, I'll kill you."
"You don't have the courage." After all the times you've spent trying to earn mine and the entire realms' love and respect, you would never prove myself right.
"Shall we find out? It's a short word, and it seems to come so easily to your lips." Tywin could see the Imp's stubby finger caress the trigger ever-so tenderly, incase he says the one word that could cost him his life. "Tysha. What did you do with her, after my little lesson?"
"I don't recall."
The dwarf raised the crossbow up higher so that Tywin wouldn't forget it was there. "Try harder. Did you have her killed?"
What do you know, even my own son thinks I'm bloodthirsty. Seeing the agitated look on the Imp's distorted face, Tywin decided to be generous with him for once. "There was no reason for that, she had learned her place...and had been well paid for her day's work, I seem to recall. I suppose the steward sent her on her way. I never thought to inquire."
"On her way where?"
So convinced that the dwarf couldn't bare to be a kinslayer for all his miserable life, Tywin inched his head forward and give him an answer that could cut him worse than the slash his face received at the Blackwater. "Wherever whores go." Tywin was suddenly pushed back against the wall with a strong force! He could feel a great pain somewhere in his groan; he looked down, and to his complete surprise, he found an arrow lunged into his gut! "You shot me!"
"You always were quick to grasp a situation, my lord," the Imp mockfully praised his dying father while he loaded the final bolt that would take Tywin to the Seven Hells. "That must be why you're the Hand of the King."
Feeling all of his blood drain from his body, Tywin gave the dwarf his last words. "You...you are no...no son of mine."
"Now that's where you're wrong, Father. Why, I believe I'm you writ small. Do me a kindness now, and die quickly. I have a ship to catch." Tywin had felt another great force within his heart, and then he had suddenly ran out of life.
Everything started off as a blur at first, but Tywin had soon found himself standing upon the center of a seven-pointed star. He looked up and saw that he was surrounded by The Seven themselves. The Father: the god of justice. The Mother: the goddess of motherhood and nurturing. The Warrior: the god of strength. The Maiden: the goddess of innocence and chastity. The Smith: the god of crafts and labor. The Crone: the goddess of wisdom. And The Stranger: the god of death.
As all seven gods were gazing down upon Tywin, The Father was the first to speak. "Tywin, son of Tytos, of the House Lannister, you stand before The Seven to move on into the afterlife. But first, we must decide on your fate."
"Then go ahead," said Tywin. "You represent judgement, so judge me."
"I may be the bringer of judgement," said The Father. "But before I do judge you, I shall hear what the other six have to say."
The Mother was the first to speak her opinion. "Tywin Lannister, as you know, I am the bringer of mercy. But I don't see any reason why I should bring any of that upon yourself, when you have never brought it upon others."
"That is a lie," defended Tywin. "I showed mercy to that little imp, didn't I? On the day Tyrion was born, I was almost tempted to drown that little monster. But I managed to spare him, didn't I?"
"You might've spared him once," said The Mother. "But that never stopped you from trying to take his life time after time again. Ever since he was brought into Westeros, you've tried to have him killed every chance you could find. May it be in battle, or at court, you've always hoped that he would never make it out alive. And all because your beloved Joanna died just to give him life. As the goddess of motherhood and nurturing, I know for a fact that Joanna had earned her passage to a great afterlife for the sacrifice she made for her son. You however shan't be meeting her; for I vote for eternal damnation."
After casting her vote, The Warrior had risen to speak his opinion. "Tywin, no one can deny that you're very capable on the battlefield; when your house was almost destroyed, you made sure those who wanted your family dead were perished. During Robert's Rebellion, you were able to assist in ridding the Seven Kingdoms of the Mad King. And even though Robb Stark had demolished your armies wherever he rode, you still stood victorious. However, you never succeeded those battles with honor. You might've had good cause to wipe out House Reyne and House Tarbeck, but through your ambition to save your house, you've also took the lives of innocents. When you sacked King's Landing, you had one of your bannermen rape the queen and murder her children. But the most unhonorable deed you've ever done in battle was with Robb Stark; if you had actually killed him on the battlefield, I might've shown more sympathy towards you. But instead you had him, his mother, and nearly all of his bannermen, slaughtered as welcomed guest under the roof of Walder Frey. And for that, I vote for eternal damnation."
With that said, The Warrior sat down and allowed The Maiden to speak. "Tywin, as you know, I am the goddess of innocence and chastity. You were a devoted husband to Joanna; and the fact that you could never bring yourself to smile after her death, proves that you truly loved her. I would've seen to it that you spend the rest of your life with her in the afterlife. That is until I saw what you were doing with Shae."
"Seven Hells," uttered Tywin. "You're not really going to use my repayment to that whore as an excuse to condemn me, are you? She did me a great service, so I repayed her. So what difference does one dead whore make?"
"It makes a big difference to me," said The Maiden. "You may only see the worse in people, but I can always see the good in them just as much. When Shae was brought before us, I voted that she'd be given eternal happiness. Your daughter might've talked her into commiting a terrible deed, but I still saw innocence in her. I however see none of that in you; which is why I vote for eternal damnation."
The Smith was the next to speak. "Tywin, you Lannisters were always skilled when it came to crafting. With all those gold mines, you can practically craft an entire kingdom out of it. But that however isn't enough to make me forgive you for destroying Eddard Stark's sword."
"I didn't destroy it," Tywin protested. "I simply reforged it into two new swords. Besides, Ned Stark was dead. So how could he ever make use of it?"
"It was an ancestral sword," explained The Smith. "It was a sword that passes down to many generations; and you destroyed it. And if you can't honor anything as sacred as an ancestral sword, then I have no choice but to vote for eternal damnation."
The Crone then gave her opinion. "Tywin, you know that I am the goddess of wisdom. And I know that you're one of the most clever men in all the Seven Kingdoms. But I'm afraid there's a difference between being clever, and being wise. If you were truly wise, you never would've given any of my accomplices any reason to condemn you. You might've thought that the deeds you made were just, but in honesty they were wrong. And because you chose cleverness over wisdom, I must vote for eternal damnation."
The last to go was The Stranger, but it didn't take him long. All he did was raise up his thumb and point it down. Even Tywin knew that his chances were slim at this point; with all of that said, The Father prepared to pass on his judgement. "Tywin Lannister, after listening to what my colleagues had to say, I'm convinced that you're anything but worthy of a happy afterlife. Which is why you are hereby sentenced to eternal damnation."
Tywin decided to speak his last words to The Seven. "Very well, condemn me! Throw me in the Seven Hells! See if I care! I had to suffer all my life because of you; so what would make an eternity of suffering any different?"
"Because you're not going to the Seven Hells," said The Stranger. "After witnessing the deeds you've done, I realize that eternity in the Seven Hells is too merciful for someone like you. Which is why I've chosen a much more excruciating punishment, just for you."
"And what's that?" instead of answering his question, The Seven had made Tywin fall through the center of the seven-pointed star and was casted down into the Hell that awaits him.
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