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THE SECOND PROSCRIPTION
(CW: Coffins, claustrophobia in general, skeleton bones)
Most interesting.
[Suddenly, a bright light from above lights up, same as last week, from the bone chandelier. Once more, the light only seems to shine on one individual, as the Elder Steward appears, looking pleased as punch.]
Excellent, excellent. You have condemned The Noodles to die by quite the majority, so certain you were of her guilt!
[There is a long, long pause. Finally, though, the Elder Steward does something unexpected. First, he throws his hood off to reveal--huh. A rather young-looking and handsome figure. Odd.]
But...
[A slow, fanged smile appears on his face, before he turns to Eric, raising a toast with a glass of something that might be red wine-or something else.]
You were wrong. Congratulations, Fast. You have exceeded my and Our Lady's expectations. You have damned an innocent woman to the cruel death you deserve for your crime, and your fellow shall be forced to watch. For this you shall be rewarded protection for that special person, as promised.
Now.
How does it feel to know what you've done, hm?
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I know not if you were bound by any oaths, Eric, but where I'm from, the gods look cruelly upon those who break them, twist them so that they hurt the very innocents they swore to protect...
The man I thought I loved fell in such a manner only after undeath claimed him. I suppose madness is a bit worse in terms of circumstances.