THE SECOND PROSCRIPTION

[strangerpeople]

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?

Comments

[yonosoymaria]

["That is a perfect end for nothing," his teacher's voice snarls in his ear, low and uncommonly rough. "And you are nothing to me, now. I have not been so furious to be wrong in well over a century."

Jun is running towards him, but he's stopped by Emma. Something's said about making him suffer, he can't really hear it. Somehow, Eric finds himself on the ground. He wasn't struck by anyone, but he fell.

Jun didn't kill him. Yet.

It still isn't comforting to consider that "yet".

Eric is slow to stand, and slower to leave. He lingers by the platter of souls for a moment, but he takes nothing with him when he leaves.]