Elia's Wraith
Elia Martell, slung over the shoulder of her rapist and murderer, raised her head, her eyes nothing but black pits.
Quick as a striking serpent, her hand flashed to the dagger at the Mountain's waist, and turning, she thrust it into his throat, up through the underside of the jaw.
He froze, releasing her to clutch at it, gagging on his own blood as it gushed from the wound.
He stumbled to his knees and she darted around him to drag out his sword and shove it through his eye.
Slender and slight as pregnancies and the weakness following them had left her, she should NOT be able to so much as lift the blade, let alone weild it!
As his body toppled, her eyes dropped to the part that had hurt her so badly earlier.
Why not?
She sliced open his draws, cut the offending part free and shoved it into his mouth.
Then she left him where he lay.
Wrenching the dagger free, she went after the 'knight' who had murdered her daughter.
She was on him as he entered the throne room, the bodies of her daughter and the child they had brought in to keep her husband's mad father (she was not going to call him her 'good father' as there was nothing good left in that man.) from killing her, carried like to bags of produce under his arms.
She slit his throat from behind.
His blood sprayed nicely as he slumped to his knees and then toppled forward.
Her face was set into a bloody rictus as she sought her next victim.
There... There he is.
The cause of all of this along with her obsessive fool of a former husband.
Tywin Lannister.
He would DIE for what he had instigated on she and her daughter!
Jamie Lannister, killer of the mad king.
Oathbreaker.
Incestuous lover of his twin.
He perhaps didn't deserve death... exactly, but she would have vengeance nonetheless.
She stood in her ruined, torn clothes, bloody wounds from where she'd been stabbed still clear, making all in the room flinch.
The Usurper, Robert, didn't look very bold right now.
“Wh...who. WHAT are you?!”
The form was that of Elia Martell but she moved with unnatural speed and the eyes were coal-black, entirely.
There was no white of the eye or iris, simply a black pit.
The voice held nothing of Elia. All screeching, biting rage, mangled and garbled. She had been strangled as well as stabbed and raped and the things voice showed it.
“An innocent you allowed to die and die horribly simply for who my ex-husband was! There was one who shared my body briefly and, though they could not interfere with my fate, interceded with the Stranger to grant me this. VENGEANCE! A chance to strike at all of those who harmed us! Baby KILLERS. DIE!”
Tywin Lannister went down, throat ripped open as the creature whispered the fall of his house, the drying up of the Lannister gold mines and the incest of his twin children in his ears.
Jaime Lannister went down but instead of his throat, he was slit open from throat to crotch, losing one of his scrota, his face a rictus of horror, not just from the pain but from what the creature spat at him. No one should know of that. NO ONE!
The creature hissed 'Let’s see you sire incestuous bastards now Oath Breaker!”
For Robert, she sliced through his shoulders, rendering his arms useless.
Even if he healed he'd never be able to wield his war hammer again.
“That was for my DAUGHTER,” the wraith spat. “AND the boy child who was innocent of everything and wasn't even of Targaryen blood.
Oh, and Lyanna left with my fool of a former husband willingly rather than be forced into marriage with a drunken lecher like you who would NEVER have respected her.
The thought of being wed to you made her desperate enough to leap at any chance to be free, even when offered by a prophecy-obsessed fool like Rheagar!
You and her father drove her to that. I hope you're happy with yourselves!” She spat on him physically, bloody black foaming spittle.
She leaped away again, eyes seeking more to take vengeance on!
Finding the main instigators gone, the unnatural vitality seemed to leach from her, she sank down, took her murdered daughter and the innocent boy child in her arms and keened, the sound chilling, mournful and completely soul-wrenching.
More than one man still standing called upon the gods for protection.
Their eyes all seemed to fail for a moment and a cold wind, with the scent of a faint charnel reek, swept through the room and out the door. When their sight returned, Elia Martell lay dead once more, her daughter's body tucked against her shoulder and the murdered boy child's body embraced and held tightly on the other side.
None of the men could look at her directly.
Before their eyes, the three bodies broke down into dust and blew away.
How would ANY of them explain this?!!!