If I remember, you said and I quote, Even that monster can't escape."
"And you dared call me a bastard, root for my imprisoner to keep me sealed."
So how would you like your serving of death you'll be the first I'll kill here so start recording it down little archiver."
"Cause even monsters like myself have feelings."
At that moment he knew he was utterly.
Fucked and he'd started to regret to not listen to his colleague.
The creature's words seemed to fuel the creature's desperation, and he began to beg, his voice pitiful as snot streamed from his nose.
"Please...stop...don't..." But the creature ignored him, his gaze fixed on something beyond the archiver.
The archiver's eyes widened in surprise as the creature tried to grab his head, but his hand didn't quite reach.
The archiver's gaze followed the creature's arm to the golden chain bound to his wrist.
The creature's eyes locked onto the chain, and he chuckled, a low, menacing sound.
"I don't like what game you're playing," he said, his voice husky, "but I didn't think you liked that kink."
As he looked up, his gaze met the what could be described nothing less than a goddess.
She floated above him, her white skin glowing in the dim light.
Her blonde curly hair cascaded down her back, and her holy priestess garment shone with an otherworldly light.
Her scepter gleamed in her hand, and her eyes blazed with righteous fury.
"Disgusting swine," she spat, her voice like venom.
The archiver stumbled forward, relief etched on his face.
"Thank goodness you're back, lady," he exclaimed.
The lady's gaze didn't waver, her expression unyielding. Giant chains thousands appeared behind her, and she used them to collect the debris, reforming the dock.
Then smaller chains appeared and teleported the archivers to their remade stands upon contact.
And also the archivers were healed and placed back in position, looking relieved but shaken.
With a wave of her hand, the creature was teleported to the dock.
The priestess snapped her fingers, and cuffs with arcane runes appeared on the creature's arms and legs, binding him in place trying to force him to kneel but failed.
The creature's eyes flashed with anger, but he remained silent, his gaze locked onto the priestess.
She gazed back at him, her expression cold and detached.
"Let's proceed with the trial," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "The court is waiting."
In a few moments, the space was back to normal, as if nothing had happened, except for the battered and worn coffin, now empty and still.
The dock was restored, the archivers were back in position, and the priestess stood tall, her gaze fixed on the creature.
The only sound was the heavy breathing of the creature, and the silence was oppressive, a cloak of anticipation over the courtroom.
The Lady stood hovering before the throne looking at the creature.
And she spat,
"Do you know how much trouble I had to go through to get that accursed artifact to transport you."
She pointed at it damaged remains.
He looks at it, "I appreciate the thought behind it but I don't think I liked it too much."
She looked at him,
"You're lucky that it is not beyond repair and at least you are a bit exhausted after spending three days in it."
She snapped her fingers and the coffin disappeared in a golden light.
The creature's gaze didn't waver, his eyes locked onto the priestess's.
"I'd say it was more like a warm-up,"
He replied, his voice husky.
"A mere appetizer before the main course."
The lady's gaze seemed to bore into the creature's very soul, her eyes flashing with anger.
"You dare still act cocky even now?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom.
The creature's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"I'm not being cocky, dear lady," he said.
"I'm simply stating the obvious. You see, I've been around for a very long time, and I've been through...interesting things. Brought by your deal of cards."
The priestess's expression didn't change, but her voice took on a slightly sharper tone.
"I know you have," she said. "And I'm sure you've also learned that some things are better left unspoken."
The creature's laughter was low and menacing, sending a shiver down the spines of the archivers.
"Oh, I think I've learned the opposite, lady," he said.
"I think some things are better spoken, and some things are better...acted upon."
The priestess's gaze seemed to flash with anger, and for a moment, it seemed like she might lunge at the creature.
But she controlled herself, her expression smoothing out into a mask of calm but then a sadistic smile played on her lips.
"Hey do you want me to bring that her here cause all this wouldn't be possible without her, am I right."
Its expression cracked a bit but then he looked down and said, "Don't you dare."
It didn't know what it might do if she was right in front of him.
He might go insane with rage.
Done playing with him she decided to become a little more serious.
The silence that followed was oppressive, the tension between the priestess and the creature palpable.
Then she spoke again, "The accused, known only by the name whispered, stands before us, bound.
The creature's expression remained impassive, his face betraying no interest after the last confrontation showed no concern,
As if he couldn't care less about the proceedings.
Then golden particles materialized in the space as her aura intensified.
"I Dame of Fate stand here us the prosecutor of this unruly creature."
Dame Fate stepped forward, her voice dripping with an otherworldly authority as
she began to cataloged the man's transgressions.
She looked at him with utter disdain and felt like saying something but bit her lip
She knew it wasn't good to waste time especially at such an event then she began.
"Crimes against the cosmos.
Defilement of sacred oaths.
The unbridled destruction of entire realms," s
she recited, her words hanging in the air like a challenge.
The creature's facial features remained impassive, some even wondered if he was listening as if the litany of charges held little significance for him.
Dame Fate's voice took on a note of gravity as she continued,
"Death itself refuses to claim him, for even the Great Reaper fears his power."
The Daemon Lords, rulers of the realms of Chaos, had also declined to take him in.
Citing the potential for further destabilization of the already-turbulent planes.
The man's audacity knew no bounds, for he had shed the name given to him by the Mother of All Names.
And the last is a personal affront, one that cuts to the very fabric of existence – he dared defy I.
Then she asked, "How do you plead against this charges.
He remained silent and after a while continued.
"The only thing that this creature deserves at this point is complete and utter erasure so that even his memory may be forgotten."
The was a collective gasp all around
"Erasure, so that means he is to come."
Dame Fate's gaze seemed to burn with intensity as she pulled out a scroll, its parchment worn and adorned with ancient symbols that pulsed with dark energy.
The scroll unrolled with a soft rustle, revealing the edict of the Celestial Tribunal.
Dame Fate's conclusion was stark: "The only punishment fitting for such a creature is absolute and utter erasure – a complete annihilation of his essence,
Leaving nothing but a void where once he stood."
"All in favor say I."
The beings in cloaks stood motionless for a moment, and then, in unison, they spoke in hollow, echoing voices: "I." each one raising their hand it was unanimous
Their collective affirmation hung in the air, a solemn and foreboding declaration of the man's fate.
Dame Fate's gaze fell upon the man, her eyes burning with an gleeful intensity.
The creature's expression remained impassive,
Dame Fate's voice rose, echoing through the crater.
"Then with the full support of the Celestial Tribunal, I will call upon the excellency to deliver punishment."
As she spoke, a swirling vortex of stars emerged, coalescing into a colossal entity that settled onto one of the thrones.
The being, composed of stars that shimmered and burned with celestial fire, gazed at the nameless creature.
"By the order of trial, I shall see forth this annihilation," it declared.
The creature raised its eyes, revealing two pairs of Azure-colored eyes with strange etchings appearing.
For he sensed and judged this one was worth his attention and cooperation to a degree.
"And who are you supposed to be, a talking oversized night light?" the creature said condescendingly.
"I am the one that you've been afraid of all your life," the being replied.
The two locked gazes, and energy exploded from their stare, ripping through the space with tempestuous force.
"Afraid, who exactly are you to say that?" the creature asked.
"I am Truth," the being replied.