Interdimensional Magic Shenanigans Reupload (In memory of Ch3rryblossom05)

67: The Grand Finale: Prison cell ➟ Central square

(TW: Some violence and Religious inaccuracies. Please take no offense in any matter, this is only for the sake of the plot and info this book isn't meant to be taken literally.)

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Hatter dryly coughed, crashing heavily to the ground of what appeared to be a prison cell. Dark liquid poured out of his mouth in thick filets along with saliva and some more seeped through his fresh cuts.

The guards barked something indistinguishable, then slammed the door shut. Keys tingled in the lock and the people's heavy footsteps resonated through the hall as they receded farther and farther away.

The angelic entity was finally left on its own. Hatter gritted his teeth and growled as he made an effort to pick his body up from the cold tiled floor. Each muscle ached, his head and chest throbbed with excruciating pain.

-"Who knew pain would still be something I could feel in the afterlife.." He dryly chuckled to himself.

Once the death sentence was given, the trial was suddenly over. He didn't get to say a word in his defense, and neither did he get the help of an advocate. He was alone. Alone to stand against the multiverse. Hatter had played it nicely till the chord had snapped.

When he got striked, he stood his ground. With all his might and fury burning from the insides, he talked back and fought back. Now he sat there, recovering from the beating he had been inflicted.

Hatter hissed as he removed his shirt to see the damage. As he lightly pressed his fingertips over a cut on his stomach, his empty eye sockets prickled, he sniffled and bit down his bottom lip, a faint white glow escaped from his hand and slowly cauterized and closed the wound.

"Hatty, would you please help me?"

His head shot up, that mellow voice ... He definitely heard it somewhere before. The boy giggled, his whole body shaken by a half sob.

-"Help you ... How, pray tell, can I be of any help to you if I aM NOT EVEN ABLE TO HELP MYSELF!" Hatter shouted. His voice bounced over the confines of the cell. Hatter lowered his head and took in sharp breaths, panting.

Yet he was not left to rot in solitude much longer, as soon enough the door to the cell flung open with a loud creak. Hatterbell squinted at the doorway, and there stood a very tall and shiny person, whose aura seemed utmost benevolent and righteous. The entity's face, however, harbored a scornful smirk as they laid their eyes down on the "political prisoner".

-"My my, you've almost recovered. Your angelic essence is truly as powerful as the rumors told." Their melodic voice echoed through the cold, cramped room. " How lovely, those shackles look stunning on you." They mocked.

-"Eh, you've come down here to laugh upon my misery," Hatter rasped out with a weak but defiant smile, disregarding the other's comment. "We are both from the same faction, why tell me, aren't we then supposed to be on the same side?"

The Void justicer snickered as they stepped closer to the condemned, cornering them and forcing by doing so to push their back against the wall.

-"Oh, my old friend, let's not confuse the facts." The man leaned in and gripped Hatter by the chin to make him face his condescending expression. "You are a source of problems, and as a Void's inspector it falls under my responsibility to eradicate all problems that threaten the Void's stability."

As if to make his harsh words sting harder, he mercilessly stomped on the Angelic's hand, producing a sickening sound of cracking bones. Hatter bit down his lip again but made no sound, which displeased his tormentor. After repeating it a couple of times and still getting no desired reaction, the holy-looking man got disinterested and took a few steps back, dramatically whipping his hands on a handkerchief.