Daemon the destroyer

Jason had lived and died young; he wasn't the best guy; he was quick to rage but never hurt anybody who didn't deserve it, but now he was plunging down this pit of darkness. He had to worry about whether he'd done something to piss off the wrong person. A rumbling shook the domain of darkness, jolting Jason out of his thoughts, and his body trembled fiercely.

"HOOLLY SHIIIT!" he exclaimed. He prepared himself for what would happen next, as the ground rocked for what felt like hours before coming to a halt. Jason's eyes were still closed when a soothing voice disturbed him, shitting his pants. COUGH COUGH, I mean confronting death with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Jason, you can open your eyes now," stated the calming voice. Jason cautiously opened his eyes and saw nothing but soul-crushing blackness. The voice boomed out again. "Do not be frightened, young one, for I will grant you a new beginning and a new life filled with wonders, and I will even grant you three wishes to ease your heart," the woman's voice continued. "And entertain me," the voice mumbled.

"What was that last part?" he shouted.

"Nothing, now go on; the world will be one you are familiar with, the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, better known as Game of Thrones. I will determine your rebirth location based on your choice.

'Shit'