Interdimensional Magic Shenanigans Reupload (In memory of Ch3rryblossom05)

70: The Grand Finale: The Trial's Adjournment

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Ichi would have gladly snarled and perhaps would have blown Empyr up if he wasn't surrounded by idiots -according to him- and if he wasn't forced into the tiresome job of a judge. However, he instead grumbled in his throat with annoyance and ordered the nearest security agent to unshackle the defendant and get him seated. The trial was postponed long enough.

Despite the reassuring voice that echoed in his mind, Hatter let out a whimper. Now he was even more confused about what fate was reserved for him.

Many thoughts jolsted around and for some reason, he couldn't tie any ends together: if he was to be executed, why such a big audience, and then why was the Aberra there?

The boy stood in a stupor and watched as most of the heavy cuffs and chains drabbled to his feet.

Click-ta-clang! Click-ta-clang! Click-ta-clang! Clang! Clang!

Mandoria was right, Hatter was much weaker under this form, yet it was not only due to the energy-controlling shackles, which drained mana to sedate their captive.

In fact, Elias Hatterbel had, like the rest of his fellow angelic entities, gained immortality during puberty. Once the body gets immortal, it stops growing for the rest of eternity and thus never grows old. All immortal beings who chose to shapeshifter can make their outer appearance age, and he was no exception.

The entity might have appeared as 37 back when he was still on earth, but now, he had returned to the Source, and all charms and spells whiffed away—But enough about this.

Hatter, now with only one pair of handcuffs, marched to a bench isolated from the rest of the main seating areas. Four guards stood right behind him, their arms crossed over their chests. Even with that buff barrier of meat/flesh, he could feel the burning stares of the deities massed behind him. He knew they were judging him.

-"Mister Elyss Gilterwing-Winslet, have you been informed of the reason for your presence here today ?" The deputy inquired.

Hatter looked at her, and after a brief hesitation shook his head. His throat had suddenly gone dry and so he could barely muster a "no ma'am".

-"Alrighty," The deputy spoke softly, "To summarize, this will be a shortened version of a trial, since we will only rediscuss your case to settle the proper statement. You have the right to remain silent, and all kinds of outbursts will be disregarded. "

Hatter took a deep breath into his nonexistent lungs.

-"Let the trial now begin." Ghidorah exclaimed, "May Ma'at and Themis both come forward for the testimony to be read and the words weighed."

Ma'at rose from her chair, followed close by Themis, and both deities wordlessly made their way to the center of the room. While the Egyptian goddess placed her sacred feather onto one of the scale's plates, Themis walked over to the defense's bench, she placed her open hand onto Hatter's chest.

The boy's torch-like eyes grew wide as he watched a glowing orb the size of a ping-pong ball being pulled out of his rib cage. It did not hurt, yet it left a tingly sensation.

The orb floated in the lady's palm before morphing into a little songbird. Somebody in the audience awed. The tiny white creature opened its beak to emit a low-pitched shriek that left the courtroom absolutely mortified, setting aside the clusters of people who were silently dying of laughter.

Hatter followed with his gaze the bird that now settled onto the opposite plate of the scale. It did not budge. The jurors flipped through the papers, murmuring with each another.

Lucifer let out a sigh of relief, easing his grip on the ramp, which was half squished from earlier. Iraya worriedly glanced at Hatterbel's small figure, and so did many other creatures.