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!9UacgIKB5g 05/23/11(Mon)15:01 No.15025389Apologies, the response dragged on longer than I anticipated.
You can see Ashtoreth, looking increasingly bored atop her throne, look back and forth between you, Vual, and the prosecution. You're half-convinced she's playing eenie-meenie-miney-moe when she finally delivers the verdict. "The court rules in favor of the defense, and further moves that the prosecution be disbarred for incompetence and," she smiles impishly, "Malpractice, pending investigation on part of the court Internal Corruptions Office."
"I further decree as Empress of Hell and Demon Goddess that Malpraxis is to be my Chosen. Again." She turns to face you, looking you in the eyes for the first time since you'd returned to Hell, and suddenly you're awash with a curious mixture of awe and dread, every thought fleeing from your mind except a burning longing to win her approval and an overwhelming terror for her wrath. A memory returns of the time just before you'd possessed Ophelia, the last time Ashtoreth had looked you in the eye. You wonder now, as you did then, that maybe there was more to her avoidance of eye contact than just arrogance. "Go, Malapraxis, Lord of Shadow, and drive the Kef back under my yoke. Do not fail me again."
Her eyes linger on yours for a moment that feels like an hour, until finally she turns away, pulls herself off of her throne, and walks to the door, which opens of its own accord as she approaches. When the door slams shut behind her, the babble of the court room immediately returns, as does your own senses. You notice that at some point, the bars surrounding you retreated back into the ground, leaving you free to go. And also that Ashtoreth never said "case closed and court dismissed." |