Chapter 4

Davos looks completely stricken when he hears me say that, Even Melisandre looks shaken.

"Oh, yes. I saw you on the field of snow. Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy it when her mother agreed with you at first only to beg her husband to stop? Did you like it when Shireen Baratheon's screams for help turned into wails of pain and agony? Did you love it when not a single person there but her mother tried to pry the poor girl from the burning pyre only to be held back and stopped? I know you did, I saw your smile as you looked at the flames. All that for what? A BETTER WEATHER?!?!?!" I try to gauge any reaction from her and see a hint of the deeply hidden doubt within her red eyes.

"The army was trapped, The horses were dying! There was no food, It was a death sentence. It was the only way!"

"YOU BURNED A LITTLE GIRL ALIVE!" Davos screamed. "I only do what my Lord commands." She responded.

"If he commands you to burn children, Then your Lord is evil." He looked as if he was going to stab her.

"We are standing here because of him. Jon Snow is alive because the Lord willed it." She argued.

"Don't You fucking dare to use me as an excuse for your lord, Melisandre. Or it shall be the last thing you say. As King Stannis used to say 'A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad act the good.'" I warned.

"That... That doesn't matter now. The Lord brought you back and healed your wounds for a reason. Stannis isn't the prince who was promised but someone has to be!" Healed my wounds? But the scars were still fresh when I came back, I touch my chest only to discover no wounds.

How? Oh... Ooops. Looks like I healed myself instinctively when the memories of Sukuna and co poured inside of my head using the reverse cursed technique. Well, I guess the plan of turning into a nudist and showing off my chest wounds to prove that I died and came back to life isn't feasible anymore. Eh, Whatever. It was a stupid plan anyway.

"That doesn't matter now? How can you even say that? I loved that girl like she was my own. SHE WAS GOOD. SHE WAS KIND. AND YOU KILLED HER!" His hand was on his blade now, His grip tight, whether I will actually try to stop him or not remains to be seen.

"So did her father... So did her mother. Her own blood knew it was the only way--" She reasoned, only to get interrupted. "The only way for what? They all died anyway." Davos bristled.

"You told everyone that Stannis was the one. You had him believing it, all of them fooled. And you lied." He drew his blade midway his words, and just as he was about to run through her with it, She looked at him with shame.

"I didn't lie... I was wrong," She admitted. He slowly lowered his blade at this. Looking tired and spent after what he had heard.

"Aye, you were wrong. And how many died because you were wrong?" He turned to me. "I ask your leave to execute this woman for murder. She admits to the crime, and you have seen it yourself." Looks like he left it to me, though, I will have to disappoint him.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" I looked at her imploringly.

"I've been ready to die for many years. If the Lord was done with me, so be it, but he's not. You've seen the Night King, Jon Snow. You know the great war is still to come. You know the army of the dead will be upon us soon. And you know I can help you win that war." No, Sister. I don't think I really need your help.

Looking at her long and hard, I decide. "Ride south today. If you return to the North, I'll have you hanged as a murderer." She looked stunned at this, So I elaborated.

"The only reason I am not killing you where you stand right now is that you brought me back. And despite my loathing of my current state of being, A debt is still a debt. This is my last mercy to you, Melisandre. If I ever see you again, I will have you sing curses and profanities about your beloved R'hollr. Never come back here, Melisandre. Unless You are ready to die." I don't bother looking at her again. Instead, taking Ghost and Davos away, I have stood half-naked for too long and require clothing.

If everything goes well, then Melisandre will go back to Volantis and stay there till she dies. That... Or she will either go Daenerys and make herself part of the queen's entourage or she will come back with other red priests like her. On second thoughts, I think it's better to kill her now and be done with it.

Turning around, I search for the woman who brought me to this world (Wow, That came out sooo wrong.) to plunge my blade inside her heart (Again, This came out sooo wrong.) only for it to seem like she vanished into thin air.

Using Six Eyes, I was able to find her escaping from Castle Black. I tell Davos to go without me and tell the others about what happened and bring the prisoners to hear my announcements.

I teleport to where Melisandre was and don't give her time to talk, Instantly cutting her head off with Longclaw. I sensed a power that tried to direct the force of my attack back on myself, But I squashed it with the sheer amount of cursed energy I had.

Once Melisandre's head fell on the ground, It began to age along with the rest of her body. Turning from a woman with beauty capable of destroying kingdoms into an old crone that eventually decomposed into Ashes. The only thing that remained of her was her clothes and collar.

Looking at the collar, The jewel inside it turned from a red shining jewel into a broken pale brownstone, signifying magic draining from it.

Seriously, Fucking fanatics, Man.