Especially Heinous Offenses

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Grey Bergman: The sun rose over Haligan Island as the villagers gathered in the Great Hall. Ever since Dixie Donz arrived to Haligan Island with the man who attacked Haligan Island and kidnapped the Chief’s Night Fury, word buzzed around that there was going to be a trial for the man named, Indigo Phantom, and no one was going to want to miss seeing their Chief and her council serve justice. 
The Chief, her husband, her brother-in-law, and the rest of the council all sat at the long table as the people gathered in waiting for the man in question to come in. As children of the Chief, Sven, Dagny, and Kari stood off to the side to watch the trial firsthand. 
“Mom and Dad are so going to nail this guy,” Sven whispered to his younger sisters.
The girls couldn’t help but snicker at Sven’s comment. However, they immediately stopped when they heard someone clear their throat only to see their mother raising her eyebrow at them, and they immediately straightened up showing her and Brandt that they were paying attention. 
Grey immediately turned to the soldiers in the room. “Bring him in,” she said. 
The Indigo Phantom: Indigo wandered in, mostly in his mind but shaking with terror. The guards walked with him, weapons ready, even if they wouldn’t do much against the Phantom.
He stood in front of the Chief, council, all sorts of humans, all sorts of people who’s brethren he’d killed, and he couldn’t even look up at them, staring at his feet and shaking.
He had lots of words he wanted to say, but none of them would leave his mouth, and so many eyes were staring at him.
That choking quilt returned more than ever, reducing him nearly to tears right then. Nothing he could say would make this right, and nothing would fix it. He knew deep down there was only one fate for him.
Indigo sat still and waited for the inevitable, deciding it wasn’t worth it to fight whatever would happen next.
At least I can see my mother again…
Grey: Though she hid it under her intimidating exterior, the Chief felt her heart break somewhat seeing Phantom in such a state, but nevertheless, hearing Shadow growl at the man from behind her reminded her that she needed to stay impartial at best. This man attacked her home and stole her dragon. He needed to face the consequences. 
She stood up. “Indigo Phantom,” Grey began, “you have been charged with accounts of kidnapping, assault, murder, and property damage. This trial is to decide what your fate is to pay for such crimes. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Indigo: Indigo managed to look up at her, still shivering. He had to take several seconds to calm himself, and spoke. His voice ended up coming out soft and shaky.
“I-I am a m-miserable creature, guilty as charg-”
Why do you do this to yourself, Indigo? You want to live, don’t you? Fight back! You can burn this place to the ground!
Sh-shut up. I am guilty, I have no other choice. I won’t do-
You’re going to just let humans kill you. Just like they killed your mother. 
Indigo forced himself to one knee, looking as though he’d been punched in the gut. He was staring at the floor and panting from the effort it took to keep himself from losing it.
“Guilty. Do what you will. I know exactly what I des-” He choked, his eyes lit in purple for a moment. “I don’t… wanna… die… -deserve. I accept-”
Indigo…
“…Your decision. I’m sorry.”
Ander: Ander watched Indigo carefully as the criminal spoke. He was horribly upset, clearly. Ander felt awful to think he deserved to feel so terrible, but be did. Didn’t he?
In all the years Ander had been on Grey’s council, nothing very severe had ever come to light. Between the business with Rhenco and now, Indigo, Ander felt unprepared to assist.
Of course, Grey was in charge and would undoubtedly make the wisest decision, but Ander didn’t want to feel useless.
The sight of Indigo Phontom trembling on one knee set Ander on edge. He didn’t like this at all.
Ander looked to Grey, who looked as determined as ever.
Grey: The Chief, Brandt, Ander, and the rest of the council listened as Indigo gave his speech. Grey had to admit that he was quite different from the person she and Brandt encountered with Farris after he burned down the village on the mainland. She pursed her lips together as she put her hands behind her back, and she could feel everyone’s eyes on her. If this was her first day as Chief, she would’ve been a nervous wreck, but now, it was second nature to her. She took a deep breath.
“I…greatly appreciate that your apology and confession, Indigo,” she began. “However…” she leaned forward placing her hands on the table, “you attacked this village. You kidnapped my dragon, and while I understand that you thought you were doing the right thing, you caused damage to my home. You also murdered groups of people, who did absolutely nothing to you. This…can’t go ignored.”
She took another deep breath. This was a sensitive situation, and she tried her hardest to keep her emotions in check. “Therefore, I, Grey Bergman-Felman, Chief of Haligan Island and Lady of the United Revolutionaries, sentence you, Indigo Phantom to 20 years in prison, and you will be forbidden to see your Night Furies. If you can show that you have been changed, then…we will look into the possibility of ending your sentence early.”
Indigo: Indigo’s eyes widened and he stared up at her, completely unable to comprehend what he’d heard. He thought maybe his torn, broken mind had played tricks on him.
Surely she’d actually said something else?
It just didn’t compute why she would have any mercy on a horrible creature like him. Again, that other half of him was silent, as all of him was startled into a clear mind.
Humans… can be merciful? W-why… How? I don’t… 
He hesitated, confusion filling his gaze.
Maybe… maybe some humans… can be good? 
It didn’t make sense to him, but perhaps he’d been missing something this whole time…
“W-why? You’d rather be done with me, wouldn’t you?” He asked, speaking much clearer. “Not that I don’t appreciate it. But shouldn’t… shouldn’t I just be…” He trailed off, not quite able to finish the thought.
Grey: “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my lifetime…” Grey said, “it’s that you show mercy to those who seek it…who want a second chance to improve themselves. What you did was horrible, but if you can prove yourself, then I see no reason why you deserve a second chance…to reflect on what you did and want to move forward.”
Dixie Donz: From the audience, Dixie’s black lined eyes narrowed into daggers. There were several problems he could perceive with this decision from both a logistical and punitive standpoint. He knew he wasn’t in much of a position to voice it though. Grey was the chief after all, and his status as a supplier to a customer could either make or break how his opinion would be valued. 
Never the less, he figured just feeling out the attitude of the room couldn’t hurt. He carefully stood. “Madam Chief,” He called respectfully. “Is it appropriate in your lands for a member of the audience to voice concerns over a verdict?”
Grey: The Chief perked at hearing Dixie’s question, and she gave him a small smile. No one else was speaking against the verdict, but from what the former Chief Hroar and King Haddock had taught her, the audience members, especially victims always had a chance to speak against the trials. 
“According to Haligan Island and Wilderwest law,” Grey said putting her hands behind her back, “yes, you may speak your peace.”
Sven, Dagny, and Kari all held their breaths waiting for this man to speak against their mother. 
Dixie: Dixie bowed his head at the permission and then met her eyes. “Indigo here still has untapped power that boils under agitation and stress. Isolation could worsen this as a threat unless some way to hold it at bay is found.” He held up two fingers as if to show his next statement was not born of agitation, but honesty. “Additionally, twenty years is a fine time served for murder. But for the murder of over a hundred if not several hundred including children could be seen as far to lenient in the eyes of the surviving families. This raises a concern of public order.” 
He folded his hands. “I am concerned, and though I do not disagree with the sentence of twenty years of isolation, I propose an amendment, if such a bold thing were permitted.”  
Grey: The Chief nodded. This wasn’t uncommon for her, as many people spoke out against someone’s sentencing. “Very well, Dixie,” she said. “I will listen to your suggestion.”
Dixie: Dixie glanced around for a moment and then lightly lifted a hand as he gave his suggestion. “If it is true you have a demon aligned with your cause…I’d suggest asking for her help.”
His gaze drifted over towards Indigo. “There are parts of his mind that has enabled him to commit and avoid justice for these atrocities. A demon could disable these…permanently.”
Grey: “He does know that Aunt Nala is standing right there, right?” Dagny asked her two siblings.
“Who knows? I mean, the guy’s name is Dixie,” Sven said earning a giggle from Dagny and Kari. 
The Chief looked at the demon standing directly behind her and Shadow as she listened to everyone talking amongst themselves. She gave Nala a small smile before turning her attention back to Dixie. “Yes, the Warden and I have been friends for over 25 years since the first Rebellion,” she said. “I trust her implicitly, and I am positive that this is something she would agree to. However, it is something I would like to discuss with her first. Nevertheless, if she agrees to it, then Indigo, you will be imprisoned for 20 years under the Warden’s supervision.”
Dixie: Dixie jumped into the air with a graceful bound and landed in a crouch in front of Grey, before he grabbed her by the front of her armor as if to shake sense into her. “Under the Warden’s supervision!? Eat that maniacs fucking brain!”
Dixie blinked a few times from where he was still peacefully standing in the audience. He reached up to pat his own cheek a few times as if to clear away the day dream, and then nodded before taking his seat again. “Perfect, thank you for hearing me Madam Chief.” 
Indigo: Indigo had watched the exchange, watching back and forth between the robed man and Grey. He glanced up at the massive Demon standing nearby and shrunk slightly.
The thought of having his already fragile, fractured mind being torn into and cut to pieces by an angry demon frightened him.
He fiddled his fingers together nervously and bowed his head a little to the Chief. “I have no right to protest what you say, so… if having the Demon… uh… do whatever it is exactly she’d do, then… I won’t fight.”
He wondered what it would even feel like, having his mind eaten.
The Warden: Dixie very suddenly had a very different intense mental vision of the Warden coming to life, smoothly drawing her saber, crossing the distance between them in two strides and swinging her sword with a backhand flourish and cutting him precisely down the middle.
Nala withdrew her mind and turned her face down to the Phantom, inspecting him. Chief Grey, I believe what this man means to imply is that there is a sickness similar to Tezzeret Verdile’s present in his mind. Something fractured and broken, something that heeds no moral code or mortal punishment or lengthy imprisonment. This is not to say that he is beyond help. Perhaps he has been altered against his will, just as Tezzeret or Skye or Rhenco had. Thus, we must determine how significant of a threat he has become, how unacceptable it might be to let him live or die, and whether or not this…fracture could take over his reasoning, even after he seems pennant. I can perform the inspection in very little time, given that he does not try to stop me in doing so. Her blank scarlet eyes pierced Indigo’s gaze intensely. I have no problems in doing what our new friend suggests, neither would I hesitate to slaughter this being if I find an unstoppable amount of power similar to what Rhenco possesses. But I wish to see for myself.
Grey: The Chief listened intently to the Warden’s words. She hadn’t had the opportunity to really know Tezzeret during the rebellion, but they became acquainted afterwards when they hid in the bunker. His mind was poisoned by an evil entity, but he was cured. Skye experienced the same thing, and he was able to release himself from that darkness when she and Warren helped him during Stonegit’s rule over the Rebellion. 
Nala was right, and she realized that they needed to find out what was in Indigo’s mind…to find out who…or what was poisoning it. Yes, he should be imprisoned, but…he should receive help…a chance to be fear of whatever influenced his actions. 
“Of course, Nala,” Grey said aloud nodding. “You may do so. I trust your judgement, my friend.” She gave the Warden a small smile to show that she meant it. She trusted Nala very highly to judge as to how Indigo Phantom could be helped if possible or if he needed a harsher punishment. 
Dixie: Dixie rubbed his forehead as if he could imagine the sword strike. The image was definitely not taken lightly.
Well then…i guess I’ll need to keep even my thoughts thoughts to myself…
He stood and began to make his way out with a bow. The assurance that the likes of the Warden would be handling Indigo’s disarming was reassuring, and all he needed to have peace of mind for his employees and investments.
Indigo: Indigo watched Dixie leave and then turned and looked up at the Demon, who was staring in his direction. Nervous, he prepared for whatever it would do to him, relaxing and trying to keep himself together.
Half of him was panicking, desperate to leave this room and flee.
I dont want to do this! Please, run, leave!
We have to stay. It's time to pay. 
He desperately tried to move from the spot, tried using magic, pleaded and begged, but he wouldn't let himself hide from this. He had to face it.
Indigo waited.
The Warden: The Warden stepped forward and lifted her mangled hands in two wide arcs above her head, one at a time, and with each gesture, a thin, wide banner of scarlet energy arced above both of their heads and fell down in a huge half-sphere around them, a huge round shield of rippling crimson that cut them off from the watchful crowd. Within the circle, Nala again stepped closer, and her essence pulsed brighter, and suddenly the cloudy images of the room around them melted into a very different place altogether, a massively long hall reminiscent of a king’s royal court. There were several ruts running along the entire length of the walls, and they were filled with pale, slow-moving gouts of fire. Several yards behind the demon, there was a black throne made of obsidian, and once upon a time it had been carved with many vicious, cruel images, but right now, it was chipped clean of those, and instead the only remarkable thing about it was that it was far too large for a human to use. On either side of the dais that the throne was raised upon were a set of broken manacles, also far too massive to chain anything except a beast of extraordinary size and power. They had apparently failed, as they were empty, with no prisoner in sight anywhere in the room.
Nalaagura turned and paced towards the head of the illusory throne room. Indigo also became aware at this time that in this mental vision, he was not bound any longer. I have heard reports about you, she said. She ran a hand along the seat of the throne. I know of the things you did. People have talked. People have judged. But they lack the faculties to truly estimate what you have done and how you feel about it.
She turned to face Indigo, eyes bright and sharp. So it seems to fall to me, a reprobate that has paid the price and been forgiven, to decide if you deserve the same. Who are you? What have you done?
Indigo: Indigo stared around at the massive hall, intrigued by it, then snapped himself back into it and stared back at the demon, trying to piece words together.
“N-nice place you got here.” He mumbled, then took a deep breath. “I am the Indigo Phantom, and… I’ve killed a lot of humans. I made the decision in a moment of rage and madness, and now regret it. I’m choosing to end my circle of bad choices and try to… fix the mess I got myself into.”
Despite the desperate screaming of terror from the other half of his mind, he bowed to the demon and tried to calm himself as much as possible.
“Deal with me as you see fit. I’m nothing but a broken, twisted creature.”
The Warden: Hm. She summoned a small flame similar to the fire lighting the hall and toyed with it in her hand, twisting it between her fingers. Two things must be made known to me before we do that. First…you are not human. You brushed off a mortal killing blow as if it were an inconvenience. The last man…no, thing…that I met, that could do something like that, I have since sworn to destroy over and over again until the end of time. So, perhaps you can enlighten me on the nature of your existence, so that I might be able to remove the possibility of bestowing upon you a fate worse than death.
Indigo: Indigo stiffened slightly and fiddled with his fingers, nervous again.
“I used to be human.” He mumbled. “My mother found me abandoned. I never knew my parents, but I’m guessing they knew something or two about magic, since I’ve always been good at it.”
Indigo sighed softly as his own flames curled around him, flickering and dancing.
“Ever since an… incident many years ago, my magic has been much more powerful, keeping me alive and constantly on fire. I’m not entirely sure how I came to be able to heal from things like that so easily, but its probably got something to do with my magic just constantly holding me together and bringing me back.”
The Warden: Can you be killed? She stated the question simply and nonchalantly, and gave him a warning impression with her consciousness that she wouldn’t tolerate a lie. Is that a threat that would keep you in line? That is something that defines the matter at hand.
Indigo: Indigo got the distinct impression she would know if he fibbed and gave a nervous frown. He had to be completely honest.
“I’ve received many fatal wounds before. I don’t think I can be killed by sword or spear or axe. Something as powerful as you could reduce me to a potato, I’m certain. But I’m unsure if I can be killed.”
Indigo gave her a small humorless chuckle. “Dying is something that would certainly free me from this. But although I haven’t feared death before, I’m starting to dread this situation I’m in…”
The Warden: Good, because that news brings me no comfort.
Her eyes narrowed and she bent her legs until she sat on the throne, smoothly crossing one leg over her knee and tapping the arm of the stone chair with several small pings of porcelain clicking on obsidian. The astral essence swirling around her shoulders shifted from scarlet to cobalt and back again. But it brings me to my next point–whether or not you truly have the capability to stop yourself from harming others again. We have dealt with many people who struggle with afflictions that drive them to torture and murder. We have forgiven worse…and killed less. She gestured her hands in a shrug, pausing her tapping. It is a…situationally individual struggle. Do you have any insight on the workings of your mind before I look myself?
Indigo: Indigo shrunk slightly, becoming more nervous, his heart pounding and his flames shooting up around him a little as if he could defend himself from a demon.
Sure, he was plenty magical, but he knew just how in trouble he truly was here if she decided to try and end him there.
“If I can stop myself from…”
Images flashed in his mind, of his mother’s horrified expression, of dragons being ripped apart… of what he’d imagined his parents looked like…
“I have held a grudge against humans for many years. They abandoned me, took everything from me, left me alone and scared… but I’m… beginning to doubt that all humans are as bad as those I have the most… personal experience with.”
Indigo hesitated, his eyes thoughtful.
“Maybe… I’ve been… wrong about humans. Maybe there are some good ones. Either way… I’m going to fight myself to keep moving on this path and try to move forward.”
The Warden: Maybe you were. But I still must see for myself, if there is someone else inside your mind that uses your mouth to speak. He may not be as remorseful as you. As she said this, she extended her mind into his and carefully broke down his barriers, examining his memories and his current thoughts, determining what made him tick. However, if we have no problems like that to discover here, then this will be much easier on you.
Indigo: Indigo stiffened and instinctively tried to block her out, beginning to panic.
No, he had to relax…
His mind was fractured and all over the place, filled with madness and agony that he’d been keeping buried as best he could during this. What Nala would see were two identical versions of him, standing a couple feet apart.
One had a nasty snarl on his face and regarded the demon with incredible defiance in his stance, looking quite angry. He had fire surrounding him.
The other was standing in a submissive stance, looking sheepish and nervous, just waiting for this to pass. He was quiet, not meeting her eyes.
Everything around them was torn and smashed and broken, flames and heat filling the area. There were some doors behind them that led who knows where.
The defiant Indigo spoke up.
What do you want, demon? 
The other still stayed quiet.
The Warden: Interesting.
I was wondering if I would find someone like you here. The glowing, insubstantial version of the Warden in Indigo’s mind folded her hands behind her back and examined him. She exuded an aura of an emotion that very few people that knew her had ever experienced.
Hunger.
So, who do I have before me? Which one of you is the true Phantom?
Indigo: The two Phantoms shared a glance.
We both are.
We both are.
They spoke in unison. The defiant one strutted a little closer to Nala, clearly unafraid.
We used to be one person. But we both have different ideas exactly how to run things. This one wants to surrender. I don’t. He wants to stop being violent. I don’t. Currently he’s got control. But I’m no less me than him.
The quiet one spoke up.
I’m sorry about him. He’s been angry for a long time, he’s not going to stop that any time soon. 
We were wronged! We have every right to do what we have! You know what I always say about humans! What happens to those that aren’t human! They get tortured and slaughtered!
The other snapped, rounding on his quiet twin.
Not now, we argue about this some more later. Now, we answer to her.
The quiet one gestured to the Demon.
It’s rude to argue in front of a guest.
The angry one huffed and stomped back to where he’d been, glaring mutinously.
Here I am, trying to keep us alive all this time, since we pulled that stunt years ago, keeping us together through pure rage, and what do I get? Nothing.
He muttered.
The Warden: You deserve nothing. You would slaughter entire villages of innocents, for what reason? Forcing payment from those that cannot afford the debt of the cruel? The Warden’s own flames began spreading at her feet. Protection, you say? I see you keeping a shell of a man running on fuel that you long exhausted years ago.
Her bright eyes moved to the quieter man. Would you wish him gone?
Indigo: The angry one gave a huff and a half smirk.
He wouldn't be the same without me.
The quiet one looked nervous, glancing between his other half and the demon.
Well, as much as I'd love to be free of this violent side... I... 
He hesitated, seeming thoughtful.
The angry half gave a soft growl and shook his head in disbelief.
The quiet one seemed to decide, looking up at the demon.
I've been in a constant battle with myself for so long, wanting to blame everyone else for what's happened to me...
He gestured to the other half.
I want nothing more but to end this cycle of bloodshed and hatred now. I'm tired of agreeing with this other half of me. I no longer want to be a slave to this angry, vengeful, prideful attitude that I've carried since my mother was taken. If you can remove it from me, then whatever happens to what's left of me, I ask you to. 
The angry one scoffed and turned to Nala without acknowledging his twins words.
I hope I give you the worst indigestion, demon. I am literally a boiling mass of hatred and madness, and I hear that's rather unpalatable to your kind.
He told her with a snarl. He then glanced at the quiet Indigo.
You know this won't fix things, right? You can't ever go back. You're a fool. That little boy you once were is dead, along with your sanity. Getting rid of me only makes you weaker. Not better. You'll soon be even worse.
He turned back to the demon and crossed his arms, flames shooting out further around him.
Bring it then.
The Warden: The Warden’s expressionless face curled with a grinning smile.
We will.
In the physical world, the Warden lifted her chin for the first time, spooking the surrounding rebels with her movement, and stretched out her mind, calling forth a being from the midst of the crowd. Arbiter. Will you assist me?
The Arbiter: Of course, Warden. He said, as he allowed himself to be pulled into her palace of illusion. 
A small amount of black dust twirled around him as he appeared on the floor, his stature was large and threatening. He looked at the two appirations of Indigo in front of him. His mouth opened in a small snarl.
How may I be of assistance?
Indigo: Both Phantoms were startled slightly by the second presence and shared a glance.
Who is this?
Quiet asked, genuinely curious.
Yeah, another demon? You need a friend to get rid of me? 
Angry asked with a smug chuckle. He still wasn’t at all afraid and seemed to be enjoying this.
The Warden: I won’t need help, and neither will he. She looked at him expectantly. Consider this a new lesson, Arbiter. Partial destruction of a mortal consciousness and reconstruction of what is left. Are you prepared?
The Arbiter: Firkugaan sat and allowed himself to calm. He watched the Warden with great interest. I am prepared.
Though he didnt fully show it, he was rather happy that the warden was showing him what she knew.
Indigo: Both Indigos watched, sharing a glance again.
Quiet seemed to brace himself, shaking with apparent terror.
Anger just stood there, waiting.
The mind around them started to become lit in purple as fear swept through the Phantom. He was terrified.
Flames sprouted up here and there, and he seemed to make an effort to calm himself.
Sorry.
Quiet apologized, ready for the attack.
The Warden: The Warden’s physical form stiffened and straightened, and as everyone watched with bated breath, her essence began to bleed the darkest black possible, threaded through with tiny violet sparks.
In Indigo’s mind, the Warden began advancing, and she threw an arm forward, a line of scarlet fire shot in between the two versions of Indigo, throwing both violet and crimson light over the scene. Protect him, Nala instructed the demon across from her, pointing at the quiet one, and she immediately turned and grabbed up the angry half of Indigo and lifted him off his feet, her hands steaming and smoking. This will be quick.
The Arbiter: Firkugaan jumped in front of the quiet indigo and surrounded him with his wings. he kept his eyes on The warden for what might happen next. Though he made sure he had a tight protective grip so that indigo would not be harmed.
Indigo: The defiant Indigo gave her the maddest, most insane laugh, a grin on his face and purple flames pouring from him.
I wouldn’t have this any other way! Take me then, demon! 
He cackled, writhing madly.
The quiet one stiffened with complete fear, unable to stop watching as half of him was about to be destroyed.
Indigo in the real world fell to his knees, panting. The flames around him grew brighter and hotter, causing some burn marks on the floor.
The Warden: A pulse of heat flashed through the crowd from Nala’s physical body. The demon’s astral face split into two gaping jaws full of feline teeth, and she plunged them into side of the furious man’s face and neck, and where her mouth met his skin, both points of contact began to glow and burn. Her consciousness, already fully inside his mind, began to surround and devour his madness, slowly stringing apart the poisonous rage from his reason and empathy, and she sucked it up hungrily, not having fed on a human in several weeks. She actually found it difficult to restrain herself from entirely consuming him, but the Arbiter acted as a barrier from what she meant to leave intact, and it kept her in line.
Indigo: Indigo’s physical body screamed. Loudly. Angry was ripped from him, being swallowed by the demon, and to say it was agonizing didn’t quite give the sensation justice. He was on his hands and knees, curled up and screaming with both his mouth and his mind.
Angry was cackling madly even as she ate him, wiggling and kicking wildly. He still wasn’t scared of her.
Am I yummy, miss demon? Are you enjoying your snack? That’s it, eat me! Don’t hold back! The pain is glorious! 
He laughed at her as he began to vanish.
The Warden: The remnants of the furious part of his mind pooled into viscous, loose pools of trains of thought and lashing emotion, and the Warden cupped it in her hands as it dripped from her mouth in strings and droplets that trailed violet flame. The demon dropped to one knee as it did so, and she slowly turned on her heel towards the Arbiter and what was left of Indigo, holding out her hands to offer it to the other demon. The flaming border bisecting Indigo’s mind died away. You should nourish yourself as well. She was practically vibrating with the emotion and rage that she had extracted from him, and her body was much more vibrant than before.
The Arbiter: He tightened his grip on the quiet indigo and held his winged claws out, accepting the offer as the warden poured the conciousness to his hands, with which he drank it like a human would drink from a stream. He began pulsing purple beneath cracks throughout his body as he consumed the remenants of the madness. Many thanks, Warden, It has been long since my last meal. His energy pulsed along himas he revelled in the bitter taste of hatred. 
Indigo: Quiet sat there, shivering and empty eyed in horror and lingering pain with the demons around him, staring as half his mind was now gone, half his will gone forever.
Indigo in the real world was in a similar state, staring blankly ahead and seemingly frozen. He was panting and shivering after such an ordeal.
The flames around his head were all but gone, and similarly the inside of his mind was gone of most signs of it, leaving a much more peaceful and empty space.
The Warden: The Warden slowly withdrew and opened her eyes, seeing Indigo in a state of shock and horror after his ordeal. She stepped forward and knelt in front of him, while spreading her broken arms out to everyone around her.
As I suspected. There was another layer to his madness and his rage. But with time, that will improve. She turned back to look at Grey. Incarcerate him as you see fit. But my belief in his recovery is much stronger now.
Grey: Managing to push her discomfort at the scene that unfolded before her, Brandt, and the council, the Chief smiled and nodded deciding to hold her true feelings for a later time. She had heard stories of these abilities of Nala’s, but never once had she ever seen it up close and personal. “Thank you, Warden,” Grey said putting her hands behind her back. “Like I said, I trust your judgment and decisions.”
She looked at her husband, who looked pale and then to her council. She felt the same, but she was able to hide it after knowing Nala for so long. Grey then cleared her throat. “If my husband, my brother-in-law, and council agree, Indigo will be transported to the prison, where he live out his 20-year sentence,” she said.
“Uhhh…y-yes, Grey,” Brandt said snapping out of his shock.
“Yes, Chief,” the council members said in unison.
“You…saw that, too, right?” Sven asked his two sisters. They had known Nala since they were young, and the fact that she was the Warden never changed anything. However, they never saw her in such a state, and to see the Phantom scream and not harmed was unsettling and exciting to say the least. 
“Yeah…” Dagny and Kari replied in unison. 
Indigo: Indigo blinked a few times and came to a little more, still a little out of it, but slightly more alert. He gave the demon in front of him a nervous but genuine smile and nod.
“T-thanks.”
He managed to get to his feet, stumbling slightly in the process. Indigo stood there with a somewhat empty headed expression, looking a little absent, but he had a smile regardless.
He looked genuinely happy, even if it was at the expense of losing a part of himself.
“I’m ready, let’s go!” He held out his hands to be bound, intending to just go peacefully. “To jail with me!”
Grey: Now, Grey was the one struck speechless as she stared at Indigo in complete shock. Again, he was such a different person from the Indigo who took Shadow from her. Whatever it was that Nala did, she obviously fixed him, but she still didn’t expect him to be like this over being taken to jail.
“Uhhhh…v-very well then?” Grey said furrowing her eyebrows together. “Escort the prisoner, please,” she said to two soldiers standing close by. 
“Yes, Chief Grey,” they said in unison before moving to restrain Indigo.
Indigo: Indigo let himself be restrained, humming to himself a little.
“Thank you again for everything.” Indigo gave a small bow to the Haligan chief. “I look forward to a day where perhaps we won’t be enemies.”
He gave her a warm smile which looked odd with his fangs, but was still oddly endearing.
Grey: Grey couldn’t help but smile a little at Indigo. Perhaps, he was indeed going to change for the better, and at that, she nodded. 
“You’re welcome,” she said. “I’m sure that day will come.” With that, she nodded to the soldiers, who gently lifted him and led him out of the Hall.
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