Dyarknesslayers: Dyarkness

Chapter VI

Hi! This is another in-book announcement. Just letting you all know that I've changed the Rome Sanctum to the Washington Sanctum. It just makes a few things easier in writing for me. Have fun reading! =)

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"You Illyne Valourus, are deemed guilty by the high Regime of all Dyarknesslayers!" Gale sneered down upon Tristan's mother, who was bowing on the floor of the Celestia Auditorium, not even uttering a word of resistance. Crowds cheered onwards, in a sickening song of approval.

"Tol-cha pa would win," Claude smirked almost mirroring his father and punctuated his words together in the distinct Scottish accent.

"You Valourus' are a bunch of wannabe's, always just the plus one's, the spares of the Dyarknesslayer glory. You'll never be up there, there is only one at the top..."

Tristan continued to gaze down beyond the wall of glass that seemed more like the doors of a prison, as he watched the scene unfold. He felt useless, lying around here, he longed with all of his heart to right there, right in the moment with his mother and Louis. Not staying here, just witnessing him mother's doomed sentence to the Dimension of Damnation, where all of the worst criminals went... where his mother didn't belong.

"You see my young Tristan, this is the while reason why us Dyarknesslayers exist, to expel all darkness and rid the world of impurities. I feel so sad for your small brother..."

"Why?" Tristan's voice wavered cautiously, as it he didn't know if this was something that he wanted to hear or not. The forlorn look on Claude's face suggested nothing but sincere worry, and only things that he actually believed were true.

"Because... He had to be born into your family! He's going to live the rest of his life, knowing that his blood line has nothing to offer but frauds and thieves!" Claude clutched his stomach as if he'd said something hilarious, and doubled over with laughter.

Tristan's mind clouded over, a raging storm sparked in his eyes, it was one thing to spread lying, cheating, deceiving rumours about his Mother, but it was another thing completely to trash talk about his whole family line, his grandparents, and those before them, all the way, to the very first one, and all of the future Valourus'.

"The only reason why I see you exist, is so that you can be a dork to everybody," Tristan had had enough of Claude's pestering, it wasn't like he had any more Dyarknesslayer inside of him. 

"You don't even have a Diad partner, you can't call me young"

Claude's face turned sour, and his lips pursed tight together. A deep silence settled in on the room, except for the sound of Tafe's gurgling noises as he played with the new action figures that Louis had gotten him from his latest trip to America.

"Take her awa-" Gale was halted in the midst of his sentence, and stared down incredulously at Louis.

"Gale," Tristan's brother rose, a look of triumph in his eyes, Tristan didn't know why or what may have turned the tables for them, but he silently praised Louis' quick thinking.

"I've travelled all around the world, witnessing trial after trial, from a Dyarknesslayer assassin, to an 'impurity' or half-breed in the Brooklyn ranks, and you don't think I can tell the difference between a fair trial, and one of deceit?"

Gale searched almost madly around his podium, sifting through the trial laws, throwing leaflets all over the place, as the rest of the Regime and Celestials watched on, what had he missed? If he had been faulty as the boy had claimed, who knows what charges might be held against him. Illyne remained motionless, completely and utterly defeated, while Louis on the other hand, was grinning like a shark, obviously revelling in Gale's confusion. It seemed as if some of the Regime was enjoying this brief moment of indignity from Gale as well.