(Third Person POV)
The men shouted in pain as the flames burned them, "Argghhh!!!" One of them shouted, "It burns!!!"
Sylas watched as one of them had their shoulders bursting and turning into molten gold, falling on the ground and causing a small cloud of smoke to appear. They all had nothing but excruciating pain in their bodies, the flames burning their skin and flesh.
Sylas simply stared at them, "Hm."
He then flicked his wrist up and the pool of molten gold suddenly began to twist up and within a blink of an eye, a massive golden spear impaled through the man, propping him up in the air as he coughed up blood.
As this happened, the others fully collapses as the flames slowly died down, their bodies were oozing molten gold that began to pool around them while they laid motionless on the ground.
Sylas looked at this, "Interesting." He said, "Their flesh is burned and turned into molten gold. I can then control the hot gold and mold it to my whim. And into spears.....this is quite nice...but can I turn the flames into actual spears...? Without needing the molten gold to form? Maybe."
"What is this?" a voice said
There was a cloud of smoke that was in front of Sylas, and he saw a figure through it.
"Father?" Sylas called
The smoke dispersed, and Drakken was in view, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at the men who were dead.
"Sylas." He said seriously, "What is the meaning of this? These men kidnapped you?"
"Yes, but I handled it." Sylas shrugged, "I let them do it."
"You let them kidnap you?" Drakken scowled, "Do you think this is some kind of game?"
"I was curious to see what they would do, Father." Sylas said, "Turns out they were hired by the Penrose sons."
Drakken narrowed his eyes, "I thought they were on the run." He said seriously, "He had two sons who were of age, and the boy whom I had removed the 'innocents' of Parchments. Tch.....so they're here? What did they think was going to happen?"
"I don't know." Sylas said as he walked towards the impaled man, "But they were fools to try to harm me."
Drakken looked at the golden spear, "Hm." He said, "You did this?"
"Yes." Sylas said, "I am quite adept at controlling my Goldfyre."
"Well done." Drakken said as he turned around, "Let's go. We're going back."
"What will be done about the Penrose sons?" Sylas asked as they both walked out of the alley, "I mean, they tried to kidnap me."
"You let me worry about that." Drakken said
They walked into the street where they were suddenly surrounded by several cloaked figures that were holding daggers and swords.
"Oh?" Sylas said as they stopped, "What is this?"
Drakken blinked, "And what is this supposed to be?"
One of them pulled his hood down, revealing a young man with black hair, "Drakken!" He shouted, "You destroyed my home! You killed my father and sister! I will have my vengeance!!"
Drakken looked at him with a bored look, "Sylas." He said seriously, "Stick close to me."
"Father, I can handle these." Sylas said, "I have some gold coins still.....if I can-"
"This won't be a fight." Drakken said seriously, "Stick close to me, boy."
"Okay...." Sylas said as he stepped closer to him
"What are you going to do, False God?!" the young man said, "I will ride to Harrenhal and make sure your wives will-"
His head was suddenly removed, blood spraying everywhere as his body collapsed to the ground. It rolled to the side, bumping against the nearest man who had the hood on.
"There are many people who are marked nearby." Drakken said aloud, "And even more who aren't...."
"Father?" Sylas asked
"200 Meter Radius." Drakken said as he lifted his hand up, and it began to emit a black spherical light
"Those With The Mark of The Trinity Within a 200 Meter Radius Shall Be Unharmed"
His words resounded through the air as the air shifted slightly, as if a powerful command was given, which altered the fabric of reality. This was a rare form of Sorcery that Drakken rarely used; Word-Shaping Sorcery, which was the same type of Sorcery that a certain Archmage of Infernis used, the same one that Riktor (Drakken's brother), sought out.
Sylas frowned, "What was that-"
Before he could finish that sentence, Sylas was hit with a stray pebble, followed by some dust getting into his eyes. He closed his eyes in response and rubbed them, stepping back slightly as he groaned.
"Ahh..." He said, "What just happened?"
He opened his eyes and looked around him, widening them almost immediately in pure shock. He saw that there was nothing within a 200-meter radius. Nothing but dust and some debris on the ground.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing; the entire area was completely destroyed. It was obliterated by something his father did, something he hadn't witnessed at all completely.
"F-Father....." Sylas said, completely shocked, "What did you do?"
He knew that his Father was powerful, capable of leveling an entire fortress on a whim, but he didn't think he was capable of doing this. They were in King's Landing, where there were nothing but stone and brick buildings all around them, with hundreds, if not thousands, of people in the immediate vicinity of Fleabottom.
But there was nothing now. Nothing but dust and some debris.
He did notice that there were at least a dozen people who appeared unharmed, which he assumed were Trinity worshippers, like Drakken mentioned. He also saw that there were small patches of blood smeared on the ground off in the distance.
Those were all that remained from the people who were targeted.
Sylas understood one thing at that moment; his Father was not playing around.
He just killed hundreds.....no, thousands....of people.
There was a single man in front of them, kneeling down, blood splattered all over his face as he looked at the head of the one Drakken had beheaded.
"Brother..." He managed softly
Drakken stared at him for a couple of seconds, "You're the other son?" He asked, "Your Father is still alive. So is your sister and the youngest boy. The youngest boy is officially part of the Trinity but your father and sister? They're my eternal playthings.....fated to be tortured until I grow tired. And I never get tired of torture."
Drakken walked towards him as the man looked up at him.
"You...." He said softly
Drakken snapped his finger and a golden coin appeared in his hand.
"Sylas." Drakken said, "Are you prepared for what's to come?"
"Huh?" Sylas said
Drakken clutched the young man's chin and opened his mouth, forcing the coin down his throat as he gagged viciously.
"You understand, don't you?" Drakken said, no hint of emotion in his voice,
"What must be done?"