Alice Jones. Enter.
This is it. I walked into the court room. It was honestly quite beautiful, not what I was expecting at all. Actually, I'm not even sure what I was expecting but it certainly wasn't this.
The ceilings were high. Chandeliers hung from it sparkling as light reflected off of them. Jewels cased around a podium where a large book was placed. Behind it stood the most handsome man I have ever seen. Beside him was a woman so beautiful, she could blind you. They both had the most gorgeous brown hair and deep emerald eyes. Features so beyond perfect, they left you mesmerized. A demon? These are what demons look like?
We are not demons, child. We are Fallen.
Can they read my thoughts? Oh no. Wait his mouth didn't move. Is he even talking? Get it together, Alice. You have to plead your case. Let them know about the mistake that was made.
"Sir, why am I here? This is a mistake. I shouldn't be here."
We speak through thought, child. We have lost the right to speak verbally. Alas, there is no mistake. You are where you belong. What is your last memory?
My last memory? Why do they need that. I just want to be where I belong.
This is where you belong.
"No, it's not. Sir, please why am I here"
What is your last memory, child?