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Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.

Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived. 

 Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.

the doom duck watches from afar.

Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.

”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.”  He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.

 Coronet notices Lonely approaching, before turning to Abbadon, her three heads staring eerily as if she is always grinning due to having no skin over her skulls. 

"Crimes? And by what authority do you have to command such information. I only answer to the Almighty Awe of the Dragon Cult." The ghostly voices speaks, echoing out as one."

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 “Doesn’t look that much different… I don’t like potatoes.”

 "Have you heard of a loaded potato? They have bacon in them."

 “Bacon? That’s a type of meat, right? Sounds like it could be good…”

 He pops a piece of bacon into his hand “Try this.”

 They nibble on it.

”HOLY THIS IS AMAZING-“ they blurt out, before devouring the rest of it.

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Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.

Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived. 

 Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.

the doom duck watches from afar.

Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.

”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.”  He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.

 Coronet notices Lonely approaching, before turning to Abbadon, her three heads staring eerily as if she is always grinning due to having no skin over her skulls. 

"Crimes? And by what authority do you have to command such information. I only answer to the Almighty Awe of the Dragon Cult." The ghostly voices speaks, echoing out as one."

 “I have the Authority of the High court of the Hells. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of the high court of the hells. I handle all legal matters of universal importance, as well as crimes at extremely important places, such as this one.”

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Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.

Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived. 

 Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.

the doom duck watches from afar.

Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.

”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.”  He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.

 Coronet notices Lonely approaching, before turning to Abbadon, her three heads staring eerily as if she is always grinning due to having no skin over her skulls. 

"Crimes? And by what authority do you have to command such information. I only answer to the Almighty Awe of the Dragon Cult." The ghostly voices speaks, echoing out as one."

 “I have the Authority of the High court of the Hells. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of the high court of the hells. I handle all legal matters of universal importance, as well as crimes at extremely important places, such as this one.”

 "The only Hellish influence I'd even bother to respect in that inferno place is Mother Tiamat, and she cares more for resolving issues through lethal combat then through worthless litigation. As I said, I follow the great Awe, Supreme Dragon God of the Dragon Cult. So if you take issues with me, speak with him about it."

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 “Doesn’t look that much different… I don’t like potatoes.”

 "Have you heard of a loaded potato? They have bacon in them."

 “Bacon? That’s a type of meat, right? Sounds like it could be good…”

 He pops a piece of bacon into his hand “Try this.”

 They nibble on it.

”HOLY THIS IS AMAZING-“ they blurt out, before devouring the rest of it.

 Jason chuckles “That’s what I thought you would say, unfortunately I don’t have much with me right now.” A table pops into existence “I spent up some of my space with this table. Want to go to an alternative dimension?”

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Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.

Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived. 

 Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.

the doom duck watches from afar.

Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.

”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.”  He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.

 Coronet notices Lonely approaching, before turning to Abbadon, her three heads staring eerily as if she is always grinning due to having no skin over her skulls. 

"Crimes? And by what authority do you have to command such information. I only answer to the Almighty Awe of the Dragon Cult." The ghostly voices speaks, echoing out as one."

 “I have the Authority of the High court of the Hells. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of the high court of the hells. I handle all legal matters of universal importance, as well as crimes at extremely important places, such as this one.”

 "The only Hellish influence I'd even bother to respect in that inferno place is Mother Tiamat, and she cares more for resolving issues through lethal combat then through worthless litigation. As I said, I follow the great Awe, Supreme Dragon God of the Dragon Cult. So if you take issues with me, speak with him about it."

 “I have no issues, I simply wish to know whether you are innocent or not. It is simply my duty to persecute and punish wrongdoers. Answer the questions, please. I won’t stop until you do so.”

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 “Doesn’t look that much different… I don’t like potatoes.”

 "Have you heard of a loaded potato? They have bacon in them."

 “Bacon? That’s a type of meat, right? Sounds like it could be good…”

 He pops a piece of bacon into his hand “Try this.”

 They nibble on it.

”HOLY THIS IS AMAZING-“ they blurt out, before devouring the rest of it.

 Jason chuckles “That’s what I thought you would say, unfortunately I don’t have much with me right now.” A table pops into existence “I spent up some of my space with this table. Want to go to an alternative dimension?”

 “WhaaaaaaaaaatOFCOURSEIDO!”

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Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.

Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived. 

 Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.

the doom duck watches from afar.

Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.

”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.”  He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.

 Coronet notices Lonely approaching, before turning to Abbadon, her three heads staring eerily as if she is always grinning due to having no skin over her skulls. 

"Crimes? And by what authority do you have to command such information. I only answer to the Almighty Awe of the Dragon Cult." The ghostly voices speaks, echoing out as one."

 “I have the Authority of the High court of the Hells. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of the high court of the hells. I handle all legal matters of universal importance, as well as crimes at extremely important places, such as this one.”

 "The only Hellish influence I'd even bother to respect in that inferno place is Mother Tiamat, and she cares more for resolving issues through lethal combat then through worthless litigation. As I said, I follow the great Awe, Supreme Dragon God of the Dragon Cult. So if you take issues with me, speak with him about it."

 “I have no issues, I simply wish to know whether you are innocent or not. It is simply my duty to persecute and punish wrongdoers. Answer the questions, please. I won’t stop until you do so.”

 She looks over the long list. 

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 “Doesn’t look that much different… I don’t like potatoes.”

 "Have you heard of a loaded potato? They have bacon in them."

 “Bacon? That’s a type of meat, right? Sounds like it could be good…”

 He pops a piece of bacon into his hand “Try this.”

 They nibble on it.

”HOLY THIS IS AMAZING-“ they blurt out, before devouring the rest of it.

 Jason chuckles “That’s what I thought you would say, unfortunately I don’t have much with me right now.” A table pops into existence “I spent up some of my space with this table. Want to go to an alternative dimension?”

 “WhaaaaaaaaaatOFCOURSEIDO!”

 A portal arch seeps out of the ground, it looks like the void itself. He gestures for Lonely to walk in first.

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Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.

Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived. 

 Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.

the doom duck watches from afar.

Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.

”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.”  He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.

 Coronet notices Lonely approaching, before turning to Abbadon, her three heads staring eerily as if she is always grinning due to having no skin over her skulls. 

"Crimes? And by what authority do you have to command such information. I only answer to the Almighty Awe of the Dragon Cult." The ghostly voices speaks, echoing out as one."

 “I have the Authority of the High court of the Hells. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of the high court of the hells. I handle all legal matters of universal importance, as well as crimes at extremely important places, such as this one.”

 "The only Hellish influence I'd even bother to respect in that inferno place is Mother Tiamat, and she cares more for resolving issues through lethal combat then through worthless litigation. As I said, I follow the great Awe, Supreme Dragon God of the Dragon Cult. So if you take issues with me, speak with him about it."

 “I have no issues, I simply wish to know whether you are innocent or not. It is simply my duty to persecute and punish wrongdoers. Answer the questions, please. I won’t stop until you do so.”

 She looks over the long list. 

 It’s basically a bunch of questions asking about very specific scenarios and crimes, most of them yes or no, about whether they committed them or not. While they are all strangely specific, the list is so long is has practically everything covered. He waits patiently, flipping through his book, Malleus, with his tiny reading glasses.

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 “Doesn’t look that much different… I don’t like potatoes.”

 "Have you heard of a loaded potato? They have bacon in them."

 “Bacon? That’s a type of meat, right? Sounds like it could be good…”

 He pops a piece of bacon into his hand “Try this.”

 They nibble on it.

”HOLY THIS IS AMAZING-“ they blurt out, before devouring the rest of it.

 Jason chuckles “That’s what I thought you would say, unfortunately I don’t have much with me right now.” A table pops into existence “I spent up some of my space with this table. Want to go to an alternative dimension?”

 “WhaaaaaaaaaatOFCOURSEIDO!”

 A portal arch seeps out of the ground, it looks like the void itself. He gestures for Lonely to walk in first.

 Lonely runs into the void, super excited.

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Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.

Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived. 

 Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.

the doom duck watches from afar.

Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.

”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.”  He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.

 Coronet notices Lonely approaching, before turning to Abbadon, her three heads staring eerily as if she is always grinning due to having no skin over her skulls. 

"Crimes? And by what authority do you have to command such information. I only answer to the Almighty Awe of the Dragon Cult." The ghostly voices speaks, echoing out as one."

 “I have the Authority of the High court of the Hells. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of the high court of the hells. I handle all legal matters of universal importance, as well as crimes at extremely important places, such as this one.”

 "The only Hellish influence I'd even bother to respect in that inferno place is Mother Tiamat, and she cares more for resolving issues through lethal combat then through worthless litigation. As I said, I follow the great Awe, Supreme Dragon God of the Dragon Cult. So if you take issues with me, speak with him about it."

 “I have no issues, I simply wish to know whether you are innocent or not. It is simply my duty to persecute and punish wrongdoers. Answer the questions, please. I won’t stop until you do so.”

 She looks over the long list. 

 It’s basically a bunch of questions asking about very specific scenarios and crimes, most of them yes or no, about whether they committed them or not. While they are all strangely specific, the list is so long is has practically everything covered. He waits patiently, flipping through his book, Malleus, with his tiny reading glasses.

 Any crimes revolving around practicing Necromancy get checked, as she is a master Necromancer. 

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 Lonely runs into the void, super excited.

 He is suddenly in what is best described as a royal garden. He feels this place is called an astral kingdom. Jason follows after "What do you think?"

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 Lonely runs into the void, super excited.

 He is suddenly in what is best described as a royal garden. He feels this place is called an astral kingdom. Jason follows after "What do you think?"

 “It’s… awesome! Kinda reminds me of home, but all the plants are healthy! Do you own this place?” They run around the garden, taking it all in.

(Hey Arch. If Abaddon is part of a court that's in the Nine Hells, shouldn't it be the Low Court of the Hells? *begins laughing*)

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 Lonely runs into the void, super excited.

 He is suddenly in what is best described as a royal garden. He feels this place is called an astral kingdom. Jason follows after "What do you think?"

 “It’s… awesome! Kinda reminds me of home, but all the plants are healthy! Do you own this place?” They run around the garden, taking it all in.

 "This place is technically mine. It's also the inside of my soul so I am basically a god here." There are four sections to the garden and a tower in the middle. Three of the sections remind him of his three familiars. The tower has a nebulus eye that looks like Jason's, constantly looking around the Kingdom.

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Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.

Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived. 

 Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.

the doom duck watches from afar.

Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.

”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.”  He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.

 Coronet notices Lonely approaching, before turning to Abbadon, her three heads staring eerily as if she is always grinning due to having no skin over her skulls. 

"Crimes? And by what authority do you have to command such information. I only answer to the Almighty Awe of the Dragon Cult." The ghostly voices speaks, echoing out as one."

 “I have the Authority of the High court of the Hells. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of the high court of the hells. I handle all legal matters of universal importance, as well as crimes at extremely important places, such as this one.”

 "The only Hellish influence I'd even bother to respect in that inferno place is Mother Tiamat, and she cares more for resolving issues through lethal combat then through worthless litigation. As I said, I follow the great Awe, Supreme Dragon God of the Dragon Cult. So if you take issues with me, speak with him about it."

 “I have no issues, I simply wish to know whether you are innocent or not. It is simply my duty to persecute and punish wrongdoers. Answer the questions, please. I won’t stop until you do so.”

 She looks over the long list. 

 It’s basically a bunch of questions asking about very specific scenarios and crimes, most of them yes or no, about whether they committed them or not. While they are all strangely specific, the list is so long is has practically everything covered. He waits patiently, flipping through his book, Malleus, with his tiny reading glasses.

 Any crimes revolving around practicing Necromancy get checked, as she is a master Necromancer. 

 There are surprisingly few about Necromancy, but there are a few there, mostly referring to the manipulation of either an unwilling, living person’s body with necromancy or the corruption, destruction, or consumption, or use of an unwilling soul in a spell, such as soul cage. He takes back the list and overviews it.

”Interesting… how many times did you use a soul cage spell on an unwilling mortal, that ended in their soul being exploited for the vitality it can wield, and then their soul was let go to their respective afterlife?”

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 Lonely runs into the void, super excited.

 He is suddenly in what is best described as a royal garden. He feels this place is called an astral kingdom. Jason follows after "What do you think?"

 “It’s… awesome! Kinda reminds me of home, but all the plants are healthy! Do you own this place?” They run around the garden, taking it all in.

 "This place is technically mine. It's also the inside of my soul so I am basically a god here." There are four sections to the garden and a tower in the middle. Three of the sections remind him of his three familiars. The tower has a nebulus eye that looks like Jason's, constantly looking around the Kingdom.

 “Wow! So this is your soul? What happens if this place… is destroyed?”

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Darkness seems to have fallen on a section of the dome as something has landed there, the land arounded beginning to freeze over with black ice infused with pure necrotic energies. The darkness begins to reveal the souls of the poor folks that have perished in this dome overtime, as the darkness warps and transforms them into various shadowy entities from the lowly shade to the mighty and terrifying Nightwalkers, all now loyal to their new mistress that has granted them their shadowy forms. From the dark, freezing miasma at the darkness's center, a figure emerges, a colossal dracolich with blacken bones covered in black and purple shards of ice that pulsate with arcane and necromantic power. Her three heads survey the land around her, purple flames alight in her eye sockets dance, gleaming with frightening intelligence. She unleashes a soul chilling roar.

Coronet, Duchess of the Undying Winter and faithful of the Dragon Cult has arrived. 

 Lonely gasps in excitement as Coronet arrives, running over from literally across the dome. They’ll be here in a few minutes.

the doom duck watches from afar.

Abaddon and his executioner are nearby, interviewing people. He looks to Coronet.

”Hello. Please list your name as well as every single crime you have ever commited, it will make my job a lot easier.”  He hands her a slip of paper which unfolds to three hundred times its original length, with little checkboxes next to a list of every single possible crime they could ever imagine.

 Coronet notices Lonely approaching, before turning to Abbadon, her three heads staring eerily as if she is always grinning due to having no skin over her skulls. 

"Crimes? And by what authority do you have to command such information. I only answer to the Almighty Awe of the Dragon Cult." The ghostly voices speaks, echoing out as one."

 “I have the Authority of the High court of the Hells. I am Abaddon, Supreme Adjudicator of the high court of the hells. I handle all legal matters of universal importance, as well as crimes at extremely important places, such as this one.”

 "The only Hellish influence I'd even bother to respect in that inferno place is Mother Tiamat, and she cares more for resolving issues through lethal combat then through worthless litigation. As I said, I follow the great Awe, Supreme Dragon God of the Dragon Cult. So if you take issues with me, speak with him about it."

 “I have no issues, I simply wish to know whether you are innocent or not. It is simply my duty to persecute and punish wrongdoers. Answer the questions, please. I won’t stop until you do so.”

 She looks over the long list. 

 It’s basically a bunch of questions asking about very specific scenarios and crimes, most of them yes or no, about whether they committed them or not. While they are all strangely specific, the list is so long is has practically everything covered. He waits patiently, flipping through his book, Malleus, with his tiny reading glasses.

 Any crimes revolving around practicing Necromancy get checked, as she is a master Necromancer. 

 There are surprisingly few about Necromancy, but there are a few there, mostly referring to the manipulation of either an unwilling, living person’s body with necromancy or the corruption, destruction, or consumption, or use of an unwilling soul in a spell, such as soul cage. He takes back the list and overviews it.

”Interesting… how many times did you use a soul cage spell on an unwilling mortal, that ended in their soul being exploited for the vitality it can wield, and then their soul was let go to their respective afterlife?”

"Hm...a fair few times in my "youth" before discovering willing and eager souls were much more useful." She says with her eternal eerie smile.

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 Lonely runs into the void, super excited.

 He is suddenly in what is best described as a royal garden. He feels this place is called an astral kingdom. Jason follows after "What do you think?"

 “It’s… awesome! Kinda reminds me of home, but all the plants are healthy! Do you own this place?” They run around the garden, taking it all in.

 "This place is technically mine. It's also the inside of my soul so I am basically a god here." There are four sections to the garden and a tower in the middle. Three of the sections remind him of his three familiars. The tower has a nebulus eye that looks like Jason's, constantly looking around the Kingdom.

 “Wow! So this is your soul? What happens if this place… is destroyed?”

 "It can't be. In theory even a diamond rank anything couldn't even hurt me here."