randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Margaery smiled and leaned down to kiss Rhys' hands as he touched over her face. She chuckled softly before looking up and giving Hannibal her full attention once more.

"Good. Parade them through the Kingdoms and let the people defile the corpse as they like," she replied. A slow smile crept across her face as she leaned in to kiss him. "Long live the king."

But she couldn't ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach. Something bad was coming.

Hannibal smiled and nodded to her. He placed their children into the armored crib once they were soundly asleep. He gave Margaery a blade as he armed himself as well. Moanna and s few extras from the pack had surrounded the crib. Vhagar was also inside the massive tent. Everyone was on edge for the attach they were worried about.

Margaery armed herself when he handed her the weapon. Then they waited. And waited. An hour passed without word from the Sand Snakes. Margaery looked to Hannibal, worry evident in her eyes.

Hannibal shared her worry as the time continued to pass. He was less worried about the sand snakes for the moment. He was far more worried about something he could feel nearby, but could not see.

Another half hour passed and the wolves began to rumble lowly, and the fur on the nape of their neck and haunches was raised. Vhagar rumbled lowly as well and began to look around. He did not like something he was smelling.

Hannibal shifted Margaery behind him and closer to the wolves. He was not used to this feeling. He could smell death in the air. He also caught a whif of a very unique smell. He quickly picked up a large bucket of the neutralizing agent and threw it on what remained of the Mountain. He gave the command to Vhagar who spat fire at the creature before snapping his jaws to tear him in half. He chewed the burning flesh before biting down on the lower half. Hannibal moved in to pour water over the scotch marks in the tent to prevent a true fire.

The wolves immediately sat down before laying down and relaxing. Hannibal turned to look at Margaery. "Are you alright?"

Margaery too smelled the stench of death. When she saw the Mountain, she screamed. Moanna of course was alert and ready to defend her Mistress. Before Vhagar attacked or Hannibal threw the agent on him, Moanna launched and tore at his body, scratching and tearing with her fangs. Then when Hannibal moved to throw the neutralizing agent on the Mountain, Moanna nimbly bolted out of the way.

Margaery clung to Hannibal in fear, burying her face against his back and gripping the armored cradle for fear of her children being harmed.

When it was all over she looked up. She nodded slowly, then noticed something the mountain had dropped. A hand. A severed hands with a serpent ring. A ring she recognized.

"Hannibal," she pointed. "The...the Sand Snakes..."

Hannibal saw the severed hand and frowned. "We will honor them for their sacrifice. This was her final play. She has no more weapons." He said.

There were sounds of yelling and screaming from outside. Soon the two youngest sand snakes came through the tent and tossed a very upset Cersei Lannister upon the floor of the tent. The middle sister was missing a hand. Hannibal bowed his head to the pair of them. "Thank you both. You will get the first opportunity to enjoy torturing the white and her brother once they are set up as the examples." He said.

Immediately Margaery's eyes darkened upon seeing the bitch Cersei Lannister brought before them. Moanna sensed her Mistress' anger and growled. Margaery gave a gesture for the wolf to stand down. But all Margaery wanted to do was gut Cersei alive and let her organs fall out.

But she would wait. She would follow Hannibal's lead. Margaery looked up to the Sand Snakes, and her brow furrowed. "Where is your sister?"

The Sand snakes spat at Cersei. "She sacrificed herself to the creature so that we could complete our mission."

Hannibal gave a nod. "She will be remembered as a feirce warrior. I will have my Maester tend to your injury. You can both stay if you desire to see the beginning of their punishment for their crimes." He said.

He rang a single bell. Servants came in and restrained Cerseibto a sturdy metal x frame. Jaime was dragged in and strung up facing Cersei. The Maester cleaned and dressed the wound on the sand snake. The pair of them did indeed settle into chairs to watch. Hannibal gave a nod so that Margaery knew she could say her peace to Cersei before he would start in on the pair of them. A series of blades were set out and a special hat was placed on the children's heads to muffle the screams.

Margaery approached slowly. Her grandmother and brother, drawn by the commotion of the Mountain and the Sand SNAKES returning, burst into the tent. Margaery gave them looks, and Olenna retrieved Rhys and Reina so that the babies could be away from the torture. Margaery knew this would be particularly grotesque, and she didn't want the babies to see.

Once they were gone, her full fury showed in her eyes. "You," she growled as she approached Cersei. "All this chaos. All this bloodshed. It's your fault. Your fault, and you don't even care. All you care about are your bastard children and the man who fathered them. Now what will you do? He's been so emasculated, he can't even pleasure himself."

Hannibal nodded as his children were taken out of the tent so they would not see what he was about to do. He stepped forward and placed two blades into the fire. One was very thin and 4 inches long. The other was a normal knife.

Jaime flinched when he saw the blades go into the flames. He turned to Cercei with a cruel look in his eyes. "No matter how much I remove...you will not die until I say. Your lover has been kept alive and healthy for a full week after I took his arm." He said before he nodded to his servants who stripped both of the Lannister's of all their clothing.

Cersei looked to Jaime in horror when she saw the blades. Margaery, overwhelmed worth rage, punched Cersei square in the jaw. She couldn't control her anger. Willas, knowing Hannibal had plans, pulled his sister back.

"You'll be happier if it's dragged out," He whispered. And she knew he was right.

Hannibal smirked when he saw that fear in Cersie Lannister's eyes. He didn't stop his wife. However, he did step forward to grip her jaw firmly enough for her to cry out for a moment in pain. "There is no rescue from this. The gods have abandoned you." He said lowly before letting go of her jaw.

Hannibal then turned to Jaime and motioned for a female servant to come forward. She was a young blonde and immediately set to work on using her mouth to get Jaime hard rapidly.

"Perhaps my servants were not as satisfying as your sister. Although, it has been some time for you...perhaps anything would get you aroused now." He said as he snapped his fingers and a young male servant also with blonde hair moved in to take over for the girl.

Hannibal turned to Cersei. "Perhaps this is a mercy. He might have fucked his own son since you have left him so unsatisfied." He taunted as Haime did indeed grow hard rapidly. This was a mind game as well as a physical one to truly break the Lannister's spirit as well as their bodies and minds.

Once Jaime Lannister was leaking pre-cum and nearly releasing...Hannibal sliced off his cock and balls from the base with the red hot blade to cauterize the wound so that he would not loose any blood. His servants forced water down his throat to prevent him from passing out.

Hannibal then moved to Cersei and squeezed the release he robbed from Jaime so that it costed her face. He then sliced the cock into smaller pieces and forced her to chew and swallow them. He held her jaw shut after the last bite. "That was your favorite part of him was it not? I'm certain you always wanted it inside you for the rest of your life." He said lowly. "If you force yourself to throw up, my servants will force it back down your throat until you keep it down." He said.

Cersei didn't miss the opportunity when Hannibal gripped her jaw. She endured the pain, but spat in his face. Margaery growled and abruptly backhanded Cersei in the face. She would not watch as Cersei disrespected her husband, not after everything else she'd put them, and the entire Kingdom through.

Then she watched as Hannibal executed his plan. Her upper lip twitched in disgust as she watched the servant bring Jaime Lannister to full hardness. The mere sight left a bad taste in her mouth. Cersei was livid. She glared to Jaime, but she also knew part of it was automatic, what else could he do?

Then Hannibal sliced his cock and balls off in one slice. Cersei screamed in shock and fury and remorse. Margaery smirked, eyes alight with fire and delight. She watched every move Hannibal made, taking in every flex of muscle and flick of his wrist.

Margaery laughed cruelly when Hannibal made Jaime's wasted load burst across Cersei's face. She was smug and smirking as Hannibal made her chew up her lover's cock and swallow it. Cersei resisted, and struggled, but she wouldn't do the undignified thing; she would not throw up and consume the vomit of Jaime's cock. She swallowed hard, but shakily, and glared up at Hannibal.

"You will pay for this. This is high treason," she growled.

"So is bedding a man other than your husband, when you are Queen," Margaery pointed out.

Cersei glared at the Tyrell woman. "Yet men can sleep with whomever they please. How is that fair?"

"It isn't," Margaery replied. "But your commitment is not to the crown, either way." she leaned in and lowered her voice to a dangerous growl. "You're a pestilence. A disease to be wiped out and eradicated from the realm."

Hannibal had wiped the spit off of his face and eased Margaery back away from Cersei as the servants shifted her legs up so that her woman good was fully exposed. They worked on forcing her entrance open very wide. Unlike Jaime, they did nothing to give her pleasure to lessen what was to come.

Hannibal turned to Margaery and leaned in to speak lowly in her ear. "I'm going to feed him a bit of her as well." He said lowly as a word of warning so that she could steel herself to seeing him reaching inside of Cersei briefly.

The servants had her opened up wide enough for his hand. They had cracked her pelvis in the process and she was screaming in pain. Hannibal took a small blade and moved his hand within her. He sliced in a neat circle just past the muscle of her womanhood. He then hooked the very tight ring of muscles that gaurded her womb to pull her womb out of her body. He set it in a bowl a servant was holding before taking the thin blade that was red hot and running it around the muscles of her womanhood in circles until he got to her entrance and removed the blade. He then inspected her womb for a moment before slicing it into small pieces as well. He then went to Jaime and taunted him by waving the bowl beneath his nose as servants forced his mouth open. "Wasn't this your favorite treat from her? I'm certain you will enjoy it even more now." He said before forcing Jaime to eat the womb and swallow it down.

The servants had put Cersei's legs back down and were forcing her to drink water so that she too would not pass out.

Margaery nodded slowly as Hannibal warned her of the torture that was to come. She squared her shoulders, briefly considered turning away, but she focused her eyes forward. She would not be so weak and squeamish as to look away.

Margaery watched as Hannibal removed Cersei's womb. It made her stomach turn slightly, but the pain and sound of Cersei's screaming made Margaery grin. It was worth it. She then watched as Jaime was forced to consume his sister's organ. Margaery grabbed Cersei's hair and yanked her head back.

"There, you see? Now you both have a piece of the other; you're forever inside one another," Margaery sneered. "At least until they turn to shit and your bodies excrete them."

Margaery's dark eyes again focused on Hannibal as she put space between herself and Cersei.

Hannibal nodded in approval at her words. He then took the hot knife and sliced Cersei's tongue out. He wanted no more of her vile words to be heard. He tossed the tongue towards Moanna, curious if she would eat it or not.

He then turned to his wife. "Is there a trophy you desire from either of their bodies my dear?" He asked Margaery as he offered the handle of a fresh blade to her. She knew not to kill either of them.

Moanna tipped her head and pawed at the tongue, but she wouldn't eat it. She could smell how vile and diseased it was.

Margaery looked to the blade, then to Cersei. She frowned, disappointed she couldn't kill them. "No...I want nothing to remain of them. If it were up to me, I'd set them on fire with wildfire and watch them burn alive."

Hannibal kissed her forehead tenderly. "They will be an example for the seven kingdoms in what happens if they cross their new King and Queen." He said before turning to the Sand snakes. "Would either of you like a trophy? My only rule is that what you desire does not kill them. I am going to flay them one limb at a time and leave them to roast just above the gate to the red keep in between flayings. They will be a perfect example of my family sigil before their proud hearts finally give out." He said. He wanted the sand snakes to know that what little remained of house Lannister would suffer greatly for all of the trouble they cause for fucking each other.

Margaery nodded and listened carefully as Hannibal addressed the Sand Snakes. Both women exchanged looks, then took the blade from Hannibal. They cut a finger from Cersei and Jaime, on which the pair had written rings they'd exchanged. A symbol on their love, pathetic. Margaery smirked at their cries of pain and cuddled in close to Hannibal.

Hannibal nodded his approval before servants moved in to cauterize the wounds. Hannibal held Margaery and nodded. "Take them out to strap them to the mobile x's." He ordered as his captain came in. Hannibal focused on his captain. "No one is to bruise, cut, maim, or kill them. Otherwise they may do as they wish." He said. His captain nodded in understanding and left to ensure the prisoners were kept alive.

Hannibal suspected the two of them would be quite filthy fromnanvarietybof nightspoil and other fluids when they were dragged into the city in the morning. Hannibal looked at the Sand Snakes and Willas. "Do any of you feel that their crimes deserve more punishment than I have planned for them?" He asked. He wanted those who had been most wronged to have a say in their punishment.

Willas and the Sand Snakes were silent. They knew the only good and safe Lannister was a dead Lannister. But they would not argue, not with a Bolton. Especially not after the scene they had just witnessed.

"If the children are older, I would suggest target practice," Margaery sat down to pet Moanna. "A few arrows that intentionally miss their mark. Just to add to their pain."

Hannibal nodded at the others and considered his wife's suggestion. "We could place the bastard lion on a target and have our children assist us as we fire arrows. We should be certain the boy wears white. That way his parents can see when he shames himself before the city." He said. He had no doubt that the cub would piss himself in fear.

Willas hesitated for a moment, but did not have a suggestion for an alternative to killing Tommen. He was a good boy, but the Lannister line needed to end.

Margaery, unlike her brother, did not remain silent. She looked to Hannibal when he mentioned Tommen and her heart broke.

"Must we? The boy has been through enough, must we shame him so?" She asked. "He already must deal with the horror that he is a bastard born of siblings, why torment him further? He's done nothing wrong, he deserves mercy does he not?"

"He doesn't," a Sand Snake snarled. "He is a Lannister, he deserves death."

Hannibal saw Margaery's reaction and considered her words. "If he surrenders his crown without a fight and all of his men stand down...I will give him the option to take the black. If he takes that path, I will give him a secret tonic that will make him infertile. The Lannister line will end." He said.

The Sand Snakes hissed slightly, but hearing that the young Bret would never be able to father children appeased them enough.

Margaery did not speak it aloud, but she figured that once the truth of his parentage truly set in, Tommen would be so overwhelmed with shock and disgust that he would likely kill himself. That would eliminate the problem altogether. He was young, after all, and if faced with the Bolton banner, he likely would be too terrified to command what little army remained to him. There was no need to take action against him, an innocent boy. She'd always liked Tommen.

Willas nodded his approval, though he did not hide his look to Margaery. He thought bet naive, and she was content in letting him think as much.

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