"Last time I checked, this dome was under no authority of god or higher power. So I still do not understand why you seem to think your devils have an more jurisdiction here then the gods do. It really does sound fishy my good man" She says with her eerie smile.
“I am quite literally the ultimate authority, please don’t make it harder than it needs to be, creature. Trust me, for a Dracolich, those years are going to go by in a blink, and the constant rolling mountain sized boulders likely won’t cause any permanent damage. Either we continue this, or you sign these documents and we commence a trial by combat.”
"But it will be so boring there....what are you expecting me to do, just sit around and wait in a cell? Such a waste of my time and power." She whines a bit.
“Yes, I am! You could practice your spells or whatnot, you’ll have all the time in the world. I shouldn’t be doing this, I’m above this… it’s so much easier when there’s just a trial. YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS. PICK ONE.”
"Ugh, fine! But my cell better be very secure. My spellcasting can get...destructive."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Last time I checked, this dome was under no authority of god or higher power. So I still do not understand why you seem to think your devils have an more jurisdiction here then the gods do. It really does sound fishy my good man" She says with her eerie smile.
“I am quite literally the ultimate authority, please don’t make it harder than it needs to be, creature. Trust me, for a Dracolich, those years are going to go by in a blink, and the constant rolling mountain sized boulders likely won’t cause any permanent damage. Either we continue this, or you sign these documents and we commence a trial by combat.”
"But it will be so boring there....what are you expecting me to do, just sit around and wait in a cell? Such a waste of my time and power." She whines a bit.
“Yes, I am! You could practice your spells or whatnot, you’ll have all the time in the world. I shouldn’t be doing this, I’m above this… it’s so much easier when there’s just a trial. YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS. PICK ONE.”
"Ugh, fine! But my cell better be very secure. My spellcasting can get...destructive."
“Please follow.” A rift opens up behind them and they step in, it leads to the entrance of the Malbolge prison, highest security.
"Last time I checked, this dome was under no authority of god or higher power. So I still do not understand why you seem to think your devils have an more jurisdiction here then the gods do. It really does sound fishy my good man" She says with her eerie smile.
“I am quite literally the ultimate authority, please don’t make it harder than it needs to be, creature. Trust me, for a Dracolich, those years are going to go by in a blink, and the constant rolling mountain sized boulders likely won’t cause any permanent damage. Either we continue this, or you sign these documents and we commence a trial by combat.”
"But it will be so boring there....what are you expecting me to do, just sit around and wait in a cell? Such a waste of my time and power." She whines a bit.
“Yes, I am! You could practice your spells or whatnot, you’ll have all the time in the world. I shouldn’t be doing this, I’m above this… it’s so much easier when there’s just a trial. YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS. PICK ONE.”
"Ugh, fine! But my cell better be very secure. My spellcasting can get...destructive."
“Please follow.” A rift opens up behind them and they step in, it leads to the entrance of the Malbolge prison, highest security.
She follows him through the rift.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Last time I checked, this dome was under no authority of god or higher power. So I still do not understand why you seem to think your devils have an more jurisdiction here then the gods do. It really does sound fishy my good man" She says with her eerie smile.
“I am quite literally the ultimate authority, please don’t make it harder than it needs to be, creature. Trust me, for a Dracolich, those years are going to go by in a blink, and the constant rolling mountain sized boulders likely won’t cause any permanent damage. Either we continue this, or you sign these documents and we commence a trial by combat.”
"But it will be so boring there....what are you expecting me to do, just sit around and wait in a cell? Such a waste of my time and power." She whines a bit.
“Yes, I am! You could practice your spells or whatnot, you’ll have all the time in the world. I shouldn’t be doing this, I’m above this… it’s so much easier when there’s just a trial. YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS. PICK ONE.”
"Ugh, fine! But my cell better be very secure. My spellcasting can get...destructive."
“Please follow.” A rift opens up behind them and they step in, it leads to the entrance of the Malbolge prison, highest security.
She follows him through the rift.
There, they enter a cramped stone room, with stone chairs on one side and a large stone door on the other. There is a stone desk in front of them, at which there is a horned devil, who looks up at both of them.
”Excuse me for the unannounced appearance, but I must immediately imprison this soul. Due to the circumstances of the case I can’t do it the proper way, but we’ve done this before.” Abaddon hands the devil a file.
”We are currently in the 32 hour process of imprisoning 38,937 other souls with a waitlist of 846. This will take a few weeks for the process to get started with this one, so she will need a holding cell for now. But first,” the devil looks to Coronet. “What is your name, and what crimes has His Honor found you guilty of?”
"Last time I checked, this dome was under no authority of god or higher power. So I still do not understand why you seem to think your devils have an more jurisdiction here then the gods do. It really does sound fishy my good man" She says with her eerie smile.
“I am quite literally the ultimate authority, please don’t make it harder than it needs to be, creature. Trust me, for a Dracolich, those years are going to go by in a blink, and the constant rolling mountain sized boulders likely won’t cause any permanent damage. Either we continue this, or you sign these documents and we commence a trial by combat.”
"But it will be so boring there....what are you expecting me to do, just sit around and wait in a cell? Such a waste of my time and power." She whines a bit.
“Yes, I am! You could practice your spells or whatnot, you’ll have all the time in the world. I shouldn’t be doing this, I’m above this… it’s so much easier when there’s just a trial. YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS. PICK ONE.”
"Ugh, fine! But my cell better be very secure. My spellcasting can get...destructive."
“Please follow.” A rift opens up behind them and they step in, it leads to the entrance of the Malbolge prison, highest security.
She follows him through the rift.
There, they enter a cramped stone room, with stone chairs on one side and a large stone door on the other. There is a stone desk in front of them, at which there is a horned devil, who looks up at both of them.
”Excuse me for the unannounced appearance, but I must immediately imprison this soul. Due to the circumstances of the case I can’t do it the proper way, but we’ve done this before.” Abaddon hands the devil a file.
”We are currently in the 32 hour process of imprisoning 38,937 other souls with a waitlist of 846. This will take a few weeks for the process to get started with this one, so she will need a holding cell for now. But first,” the devil looks to Coronet. “What is your name, and what crimes has His Honor found you guilty of?”
"I am Coronet." she says a bit frustrated despite smiling, before listing the crimes that were marked down.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Last time I checked, this dome was under no authority of god or higher power. So I still do not understand why you seem to think your devils have an more jurisdiction here then the gods do. It really does sound fishy my good man" She says with her eerie smile.
“I am quite literally the ultimate authority, please don’t make it harder than it needs to be, creature. Trust me, for a Dracolich, those years are going to go by in a blink, and the constant rolling mountain sized boulders likely won’t cause any permanent damage. Either we continue this, or you sign these documents and we commence a trial by combat.”
"But it will be so boring there....what are you expecting me to do, just sit around and wait in a cell? Such a waste of my time and power." She whines a bit.
“Yes, I am! You could practice your spells or whatnot, you’ll have all the time in the world. I shouldn’t be doing this, I’m above this… it’s so much easier when there’s just a trial. YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS. PICK ONE.”
"Ugh, fine! But my cell better be very secure. My spellcasting can get...destructive."
“Please follow.” A rift opens up behind them and they step in, it leads to the entrance of the Malbolge prison, highest security.
She follows him through the rift.
There, they enter a cramped stone room, with stone chairs on one side and a large stone door on the other. There is a stone desk in front of them, at which there is a horned devil, who looks up at both of them.
”Excuse me for the unannounced appearance, but I must immediately imprison this soul. Due to the circumstances of the case I can’t do it the proper way, but we’ve done this before.” Abaddon hands the devil a file.
”We are currently in the 32 hour process of imprisoning 38,937 other souls with a waitlist of 846. This will take a few weeks for the process to get started with this one, so she will need a holding cell for now. But first,” the devil looks to Coronet. “What is your name, and what crimes has His Honor found you guilty of?”
"I am Coronet." she says a bit frustrated despite smiling, before listing the crimes that were marked down.
*Abaddon intends on making this so excruciatingly painfully boring for Coronet, hehe*
”good… and that would give you… oh my goodness that’s a long time in prison. Maximum security… we always need to spend the most detail to make sure we get everything right with these cases, it’ll be a 72 hour process instead of a 32 hour one. Now, we’ll be bringing you to the holding cell, where you will be for the next few weeks. Possibly months.” Abaddon chuckles with the horned devil and winks at Coronet before heading back through the portal, his executioner joining him. Four bone devil guards appear and escort Coronet through the giant doors to another room, an enormous, infinitely long hallway of cages hanging from the ceiling, cells left and right, and a lot of screaming.
"Last time I checked, this dome was under no authority of god or higher power. So I still do not understand why you seem to think your devils have an more jurisdiction here then the gods do. It really does sound fishy my good man" She says with her eerie smile.
“I am quite literally the ultimate authority, please don’t make it harder than it needs to be, creature. Trust me, for a Dracolich, those years are going to go by in a blink, and the constant rolling mountain sized boulders likely won’t cause any permanent damage. Either we continue this, or you sign these documents and we commence a trial by combat.”
"But it will be so boring there....what are you expecting me to do, just sit around and wait in a cell? Such a waste of my time and power." She whines a bit.
“Yes, I am! You could practice your spells or whatnot, you’ll have all the time in the world. I shouldn’t be doing this, I’m above this… it’s so much easier when there’s just a trial. YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS. PICK ONE.”
"Ugh, fine! But my cell better be very secure. My spellcasting can get...destructive."
“Please follow.” A rift opens up behind them and they step in, it leads to the entrance of the Malbolge prison, highest security.
She follows him through the rift.
There, they enter a cramped stone room, with stone chairs on one side and a large stone door on the other. There is a stone desk in front of them, at which there is a horned devil, who looks up at both of them.
”Excuse me for the unannounced appearance, but I must immediately imprison this soul. Due to the circumstances of the case I can’t do it the proper way, but we’ve done this before.” Abaddon hands the devil a file.
”We are currently in the 32 hour process of imprisoning 38,937 other souls with a waitlist of 846. This will take a few weeks for the process to get started with this one, so she will need a holding cell for now. But first,” the devil looks to Coronet. “What is your name, and what crimes has His Honor found you guilty of?”
"I am Coronet." she says a bit frustrated despite smiling, before listing the crimes that were marked down.
*Abaddon intends on making this so excruciatingly painfully boring for Coronet, hehe*
”good… and that would give you… oh my goodness that’s a long time in prison. Maximum security… we always need to spend the most detail to make sure we get everything right with these cases, it’ll be a 72 hour process instead of a 32 hour one. Now, we’ll be bringing you to the holding cell, where you will be for the next few weeks. Possibly months.” Abaddon chuckles with the horned devil and winks at Coronet before heading back through the portal, his executioner joining him. Four bone devil guards appear and escort Coronet through the giant doors to another room, an enormous, infinitely long hallway of cages hanging from the ceiling, cells left and right, and a lot of screaming.
"Oh, the screaming is nice"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Last time I checked, this dome was under no authority of god or higher power. So I still do not understand why you seem to think your devils have an more jurisdiction here then the gods do. It really does sound fishy my good man" She says with her eerie smile.
“I am quite literally the ultimate authority, please don’t make it harder than it needs to be, creature. Trust me, for a Dracolich, those years are going to go by in a blink, and the constant rolling mountain sized boulders likely won’t cause any permanent damage. Either we continue this, or you sign these documents and we commence a trial by combat.”
"But it will be so boring there....what are you expecting me to do, just sit around and wait in a cell? Such a waste of my time and power." She whines a bit.
“Yes, I am! You could practice your spells or whatnot, you’ll have all the time in the world. I shouldn’t be doing this, I’m above this… it’s so much easier when there’s just a trial. YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS. PICK ONE.”
"Ugh, fine! But my cell better be very secure. My spellcasting can get...destructive."
“Please follow.” A rift opens up behind them and they step in, it leads to the entrance of the Malbolge prison, highest security.
She follows him through the rift.
There, they enter a cramped stone room, with stone chairs on one side and a large stone door on the other. There is a stone desk in front of them, at which there is a horned devil, who looks up at both of them.
”Excuse me for the unannounced appearance, but I must immediately imprison this soul. Due to the circumstances of the case I can’t do it the proper way, but we’ve done this before.” Abaddon hands the devil a file.
”We are currently in the 32 hour process of imprisoning 38,937 other souls with a waitlist of 846. This will take a few weeks for the process to get started with this one, so she will need a holding cell for now. But first,” the devil looks to Coronet. “What is your name, and what crimes has His Honor found you guilty of?”
"I am Coronet." she says a bit frustrated despite smiling, before listing the crimes that were marked down.
*Abaddon intends on making this so excruciatingly painfully boring for Coronet, hehe*
”good… and that would give you… oh my goodness that’s a long time in prison. Maximum security… we always need to spend the most detail to make sure we get everything right with these cases, it’ll be a 72 hour process instead of a 32 hour one. Now, we’ll be bringing you to the holding cell, where you will be for the next few weeks. Possibly months.” Abaddon chuckles with the horned devil and winks at Coronet before heading back through the portal, his executioner joining him. Four bone devil guards appear and escort Coronet through the giant doors to another room, an enormous, infinitely long hallway of cages hanging from the ceiling, cells left and right, and a lot of screaming.
"Oh, the screaming is nice"
“Where are our manners?” Says one of them.
the others drag their claws against the walls and scream at the top of their lungs.
”SHUT UP.”
the room, terrified of the devils, becomes quiet. They, in total silence, bring her to a giant holding cell, but still barely big enough to accommodate the dragon. It has bars made of adamantine and is under the effects of various charms and spells, she can feel it. They open the door with great effort and motion for her to go inside.
(I am quite surprised she hasn’t tried to escape yet.)
“Are you used to doing that? Because I legitimately hate that…”
"Well not a lot of people believe me so I had to get used to it."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Why do you need to show them… every time?”
"Because they don't believe me every time. Also everyone else is used to it."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Ugh, fine! But my cell better be very secure. My spellcasting can get...destructive."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Okay…just not again, okay?”
"Of course not, I wouldn't do that to you."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Please follow.” A rift opens up behind them and they step in, it leads to the entrance of the Malbolge prison, highest security.
She follows him through the rift.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
There, they enter a cramped stone room, with stone chairs on one side and a large stone door on the other. There is a stone desk in front of them, at which there is a horned devil, who looks up at both of them.
”Excuse me for the unannounced appearance, but I must immediately imprison this soul. Due to the circumstances of the case I can’t do it the proper way, but we’ve done this before.” Abaddon hands the devil a file.
”We are currently in the 32 hour process of imprisoning 38,937 other souls with a waitlist of 846. This will take a few weeks for the process to get started with this one, so she will need a holding cell for now. But first,” the devil looks to Coronet. “What is your name, and what crimes has His Honor found you guilty of?”
“Good. So, uh, when did you learn you could do this? Like, go here and stuff?”
"I am Coronet." she says a bit frustrated despite smiling, before listing the crimes that were marked down.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Oh, so I got this astral kingdom from an astral throne, after absorbing a door. Then the door broke and I got the throne."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Abaddon intends on making this so excruciatingly painfully boring for Coronet, hehe*
”good… and that would give you… oh my goodness that’s a long time in prison. Maximum security… we always need to spend the most detail to make sure we get everything right with these cases, it’ll be a 72 hour process instead of a 32 hour one. Now, we’ll be bringing you to the holding cell, where you will be for the next few weeks. Possibly months.” Abaddon chuckles with the horned devil and winks at Coronet before heading back through the portal, his executioner joining him. Four bone devil guards appear and escort Coronet through the giant doors to another room, an enormous, infinitely long hallway of cages hanging from the ceiling, cells left and right, and a lot of screaming.
“Coolcoolcoolcool. Makes sense.”
"Oh, the screaming is nice"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
He chuckles "I also got a token full of a bit of astral being power call authority. Which would allow me to create a universe, or something."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Coolcoolcooolcoollcooolcoolcoolcoooooooooool that is very cool. I follow completely.” They say with a straight face.
“Where are our manners?” Says one of them.
the others drag their claws against the walls and scream at the top of their lungs.
”SHUT UP.”
the room, terrified of the devils, becomes quiet. They, in total silence, bring her to a giant holding cell, but still barely big enough to accommodate the dragon. It has bars made of adamantine and is under the effects of various charms and spells, she can feel it. They open the door with great effort and motion for her to go inside.
(I am quite surprised she hasn’t tried to escape yet.)
"You don't seem to understand, from what I can tell."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo