Thread: Clash of Outsiders (PsionicCuttlefish & Eternal Thrill)

Makiel could never understand demons like the succubus he had captured...the ones that never seemed to take anything seriously. He had transported her to his home plane, and all she had was some rather suggestive quips to him when he handed her off to the soldiers. The oddest part was that she called him handsome , however. It had sounded joking, a little sarcastic, but Makiel had trouble wrapping his head around the idea that a Fiend would willingly say such a thing about a Celestial, let alone a demon to an archon. They were absolutely and completely polar opposites to one another in the cosmic scheme, abstract concepts made real, demons and archons were everything that the other despised. So why, as he had gone about his normal duties until being called up for the trial, was her silly attitude stuck in his head? The avenger archon felt much better when he received the summons for the trial. The demon would be nothing but a memory soon. Though of course she had to continue to be silly and falsely flirtatious when he entered the trial-room where she was currently held, though she did for once fall silent and stoic as she was faced with the inquisitors. Soon. Just a memory, soon. Though he did have to suppress a scoff--which would have been VERY unbecoming in the presence of the inquisitors--when she gave her again rather brazen and bold claim to the inquisitors when they finished addressing her. Soon. Then I can get back to my real duties... The inquisitors, meanwhile, were silent for just a few short moments after Kylyla spoke, then That is for us to determine. One of them said to her. There was another moment's pause, then... Begin the inquisition. Kylyla then felt nine distinct presences making themselves known at the edges of her mind. They were formidable, inscrutable, vast . They did not smash their way into her mind the way another demon might have, but nor were they taking no for an answer. The nine presences acted as one, each demanding to step over her mental defenses from a different direction--and applied stern, painful mental force if resisted. Then they were all inside her mind, and they 'split up' while still acting in perfect coordination as they began scanning through her memories, each presence tackling a different part of her history. They were still prepared to crush any resistance, any sign that Kylyla might try to hide something from them...Kylyla could never have successfully resisted one of these beings, let alone nine, let alone nine all moving in flawless concert to keep her from being able to put up any counters or blocks. However, while it would never be anything but uncomfortable to have something rooting around inside one's mind, true to the inquisitor's words, they never did use any unnecessary force or cause any genuine pain, so long as Kylyla did not stand in the way of them taking everything they wanted. They moved methodically, meticulously, and efficiently. In under a mere two minutes, they had finished their examination, and Kylyla felt them extracting themselves from her mind. In fact, it was the silence afterwards that took even longer than the examination itself had, though not by too much. They were motionless, completely silent, but gave the sense that they were communicating privately with each other. Finally, and quite abruptly, one of them spoke up. The inquisition is complete. We have finished our deliberations. We have arrived at our verdict. Succubus demon known commonly as 'Kylyla', our judgement is thus You are Not Guilty of any crime for which we can claim jurisdiction. Pardon , exalted inquisitors? Makiel breathed out in shock that he could not hold back, as his mouth fell open. He took a few steps forward, still off to Kylyla's side but now slightly ahead of where she sat, although the faceless-mask inquisitors did not turn their heads towards him. There had to be some mistake... I...surely must not have received your communication correctly just now. I am afraid I heard the verdict of... not guilty... That is correct, avenger-rank. The uniform inquisitor voice replied, though still they all were 'looking' at Kylyla and not Makiel. Makiel could not contain himself. There...exalted inquisitors, she is a demon, the enemy! Surely there is something! There must be some mistake, it cannot-- Very abruptly, all nine faceless masks turned in perfect sync to 'stare' straight at Makiel instead of Kylyla. Are you, avenger-rank, questioning the decision of the inquisitor-rank? The voice of the inquisitors was still calm, but this time, spoke in a very ominously firm tone, a tone that carried with it a threat of wrath that they hadn't even used with Kylyla. Makiel backed down immediately, taking a step back and bowing as he answered No , exalted ones. From the angle he was at near Kylyla, she could just make out the frustration in his face from the side. Meanwhile, the masked faces turned back to Kylyla. The subject is an exceptionally young demon. The subject has only participated in the torment of already-damned souls and other Fiends. We can claim no jurisdiction over that realm. We cannot punish a subject for what it is, only what it has done. Avenger-rank did incidentally mention a pertinent point. We cannot punish without cause, but neither can we simply release one who is our enemy. We decree that the subject is to be kept as a Prisoner of War. The subject is therefor not to be confined, but is to be under watch at all times and kept in decent condition. If the subject demonstrates sufficiently cooperative behavior, freedoms may be granted over time. If the subject commits a punishable crime, subject is to be brought to trial and be judged accordingly. We decree that, as the one to capture the subject, avenger-rank identifier Makiel is to be the subject's guard. What?! Makiel couldn't help but ungracefully blurt out, which again instigated the nine inquisitors to all face him again. This...no, this couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening! He was an avenger, this sort of thing wasn't his job, the inquisitors couldn't be serious but they were always serious... This council has made its decision. The voice of the inquisitors spoke 'at' Makiel, before all their faces turned one last time towards Kylyla...and she felt the invisible bonds holding her arms to the chair vanish, though the golden bracer did not. You are dismissed from this trial. The voice said at Kylyla this time. Do not leave the presence of avenger-rank, or termination is authorized. With an emphatically frustrated flap of his crimson wings, Makiel turned and began floating towards the exit of the trial-room. Last edited Oct 29, 2018