(Third Person POV)
Outside of the building, amidst the stampeding crowd, Torys and Erys managed to catch the rogue member of their Cult. Torys tackled the man as many people ran past them, the two of them grunting as they hit the ground.
"We got him!" Erys said as he and the other three men stopped, "Where's Cyrus?"
"Something happened inside, scaring the people...." one of the others said, "They all ran like they were in danger."
"Did you see what Cyrus was doing?" Erys asked
"No." the man said
Torys got up, pulling the rogue member up, "We got you now, you bastard." He said, pulling the hood off and revealing a black-haired man with blue eyes, "It was you, after all. Theros."
Theros smiled as he spat on the ground, "Torys. Lads."
Erys scowled, "Theros...." He said, "You have some explaining to do. You leave our group and come to King's Landing, only to start a string of killings? What has gotten into you?"
"You don't seem to understand." Theros said as Torys held him by the arm, "The Lord of Light demands sacrifices. Human sacrifices. In order to see what his flames show us, we must send him the flesh of the innocents. A ritual must be started, we must ensure that dragonfire burns the flesh of the-"
"Enough of your blasphemy." Torys said, "Lady Mira has not mentioned any sacrilegious ritual. We no longer do that, Theros, you know that! This era of peace does not warrant human sacrifices."
"You don't know that." Theros said as he pushed Torys off him and drew a dagger, "The Lord of LIght has spoken to me!!"
The others drew their own daggers, prepared to protect themselves as Theros stepped back in caution. As this happened, most of the building had been emptied, and the smallfolk had already ran away in a panic.
"What is going on over here?!" they turned to see some men with swords drawn walking their way, "You're the fuckers who burned our men?"
There were around five men who were walking up to them, reaching the building entrance, and glaring at the men. Theros had his back to the building across the street, eyeing the situation carefully.
Torys frowned, "Dammit...." He said, "Karl must've sent word to the Snake..."
"This is not good." Erys said
"The Boss has sent us to deal with this." one of the men said, "Which one of you fuckers disrupted our little operation here."
Theros smiled slightly, "These lads here." He said with a mocking tone, "They were-"
"Halt!" a booming voice said, "By Order of King Jaehaerys!"
Everyone turned to see several Knights marching down the street, holding the Targaryen banner. In front of them, on horseback, Prince Aemon and Prince Baelon were clad in armor, staring the men down.
As they reached the group, Aemon narrowed his eyes, "Anyone care to tell me what is going on here?" He said, "Hm?"
"We were told that the man responsible for the burnings was in this building." Baelon said as he looked at the sellswords, "Anyone know anything about that?"
"Tch.." one of the sellswords scowled, "The Princes....."
Theros spat on the ground, "The burnings..."
"Princes." Torys raised his hand slowly, "We are followers of R'hllor, simply here to capture the man responsible for the burnings. We have him apprehended, if you could allow us to take him back, that would be for the best."
"I don't see him." Aemon told him
Torys gestured at Theros, "You have the wrong men accused." He said, "This one here is the one responsible for the burnings."
Baelon looked at Theros, "That one?"
"Is that so?" Aemon said, "Are you certain?"
"Certain?" Theros chuckled, "Certain?! Who else but I?! I am the one who the Lord of Light chose to bring forth the era of fire! Me!! The Ritual must be held in his name, in his grace!"
"He's speaking like a madman, alright." Baelon said as he dismounted his horse, "I'll handle this brother."
Aemon looked at the sellswords, "And you?" He said, "What are you up to, sellswords?"
"Our business isn't with you, Prince Aemon." one of them said, "They were disrupting our establishment and-"
"Oh?" a voice said, "So you lot are responsible for this?"
Everyone turned to see Cyrus walking out of the building, a serious scowl on his face. The sellswords pointed their swords at him, stepping back in caution since they didn't hear his footsteps.
Aemon narrowed his eyes, "It's you."
Cyrus looked at the Princes, "Oh, if it isn't the inbred Princes." He said as he spat on the ground, "Fuck off, I got no quarrel with you."
Torys looked at Cyrus, "Cyrus, what did you do inside there?" He asked, "What happened?"
"I freed the children." Cyrus said
"You fucking-" a sellsword started, "Why would you do that?"
"Children?" Baelon asked, "What children?"
"They had children inside the fighting ring, using them for entertainment." Cyrus said, "They had them fight each other so they can fuel their gambling needs."
"Is this true?" Aemon asked the sellswords
"Tch..." one of the sellswords said, "Listen....."
Cyrus then looked at Theros, who was looking at him with a serious expression, "Is this the one?" He asked, "The one who burned the innocent people?"
Torys nodded, "Yes." He said, "But you need to-"
"I'm killing him." Cyrus took a step forward but the sellswords swung their swords at him
Their blades cut through his body, flames sprouting and some embers flying out. The force of their swings cutting through nothing but flames caused them to stumble forwards and Cyrus simply grabbed two of them with his flaming hands, combusting them completely.
"AGHHH!!!" they both yelled out simultaneously as their entire bodies were set ablaze
Erys widened his eyes, "What?!"
The cultists all stepped back in alarm, completely taken aback by this display of power. Baelon and Aemon narrowed their eyes.
"Dammit!" Baelon exclaimed, "What are you doing?!"
Cyrus kept walking forward, the other sellswords frozen in place, completely shocked at what they witnessed.
Theros was watching with his eyes widened, completely baffled by this, "Y-You...." he said, "Is it you, My Lord?"
Cyrus reached him and clutched him by the throat, "Me?"
Theros was gasping for air, "L-Lord....it is....I..." He managed, his eyes glinting with reverence, "Your most loyal follower.....I...."
"You are nothing but filth." Cyrus said seriously, "Needed to be cleansed. People like you make me sick."
Torys and the others watched as Theros's entire body was combusted in flames, a pained yell filling the air as Cyrus let go of his body, which collapsed to the ground completely ablaze.
Cyrus looked at this with a serious expression, "Now....." He said,
"The city is safe from his burning....."