Interdimensional Magic Shenanigans Reupload (In memory of Ch3rryblossom05)

66: The Grand Finale: Astral plane

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A slim figure stood with all its height in front of the tribunal. It stood with shackles atop shackles and with fetters around its ankles.

The room was spacious enough to fit over a thousand people and there would still be unoccupied space, yet that day, not much presided during the trial. It seemed hollow. From the outside, however, could be heard the loud shouts and chants of the rebels.

The three-headed jury and their councilors sat in the front. Of the Inter-Dimensional Council (I-D.C.) and the Void Inquisition (V.I.) there was only one representative, and these men in holy light and formal attire gave interested, albeit condescending looks to the angelic entity that stood untroubled with their shackled arms crossed over their chest.

A hard knock of the hammer on the wooden desk ushered all presiding to silence. The sentence would now be given.

The judge stood up, their six pairs of eyes squinting with irrepressible hatefulness, the stare was cold and sent chills down to the bone, yet the condemned only smirked with concrete nonchalance.

-"What is it, Your Honor? The cat's got your tongue?"

-"Elias Hatterbel Winslet ..." The 'honorable' judge growled through gritted teeth, using up all the remaining sanity to stay presentable before his court.

-"Gilterwing. Gilterwing-Winslet." Hatter corrected.

The other only rolled their six ocular globes with irritation. Clearly, they looked as if they wanted to be anywhere but here. A snicker ran through the assembly.

-"SILENCE!" The judge barked, his faces red with anger. The laughter shut up instantly as he began banging the gavel down on his desk and some cowered in dread.

-"You ..." The three-headed judge toned, pointing a shaking finger at the elfin soul which grinned widely. "For your wicked deeds are too great to be left unpunished, you are sentenced to complete disintegration."

How did this happen, you ask me? Let me rewind.

It all started from the moment that both the admin and Hatter reached an identification center, a place where soul realm agents helped to retrace ones to their relatives. It wasn't an easy job. Paper and holographic diagrams were scattered left and right as some scribes noted everything with the rapid pianoting over the keyboards.

-"Excuse us-" Roderick interpelled one of the workers.

-"Five." The answer came out monotonously, yet there was a hint of irritation in it.

-"Um-"

-"FIVE MINUTES BY CASE. We're not at the government here, this thing has to keep rolling." The person frustratedly snapped as they kept their eyes glued to the screens that flashed with numbers.

If you glanced around, it was true you would only see about ten or so posts with workers, in front of which lined souls or glowing orbs. The rest of the stands were unattended.

-"Alright then. Here, all I could find about my current customer is in this document."The admin stated as they placed the holographic version of the said document on the desk.

The scribe finally gave a brief glance in their direction, picking up the hologram. After quick a once over they brought their eyes back up and stared at Hatter, then at Roderick, then back at Hatter.

-"Gilterwing-Winslet?" They asked unsurely.

-"N ... YES!" Hatter replied, standing up straight.

The scribe hummed before tapping a few keys. At the end of the document, they found a barcode. Taking the scanner, the person pressed a button and focused the machine on the bars. The station's green light flashed red as it was denied.