In an empty space
Three thrones seemed to be waiting for their occupants, their presence felt despite being vacant.
An aura of mythical power lingered around them, as if they had once held the weight of mighty beings.
The stars above twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, casting an ethereal glow on the thrones.
And In front of the throne stood a round rock,
No bigger than Earth's moon and similar in appearance
Around them stood beings draped in long, dark cloaks, their faces hidden in the shadows, reminiscent of judges' robes in a grand, cosmic courtroom.
They stood motionless, their eyes fixed on the thrones, as if awaiting a verdict that would shake the realms- and it would.
The beings in cloaks did not speak, not even moved as they patiently waited for the criminal.
The all encasing silence was broken when out of nowhere, a crack formed from above the space and a gigantic streak of lightning hit the rock which true purpose was to hold the accused during the trial.
The blast sent shockwaves even damaging the seats they had, and a massive crater scarred the surface.
There was a lot of dust from the moon as it received the brunt of the impact.
One of them said, "Finally, it is here."
Another said, "The creature with no name."
That has evaded our archives for so long, what must it look like
And then the dust cleared, revealing a man with wild, snow-white hair that cascaded down his rugged
Battle-scarred physique a testament to its life of bloodshed littered with intricate tattoos sprawling over it and if one looked closer they almost seemed alive.
His body was a map of scars, testifying to countless battles, and his hands and legs were encased in heavy,
Ancient-looking cuffs adorned with arcane symbols that seemed to pulse with dark energy Incased his arms and legs.
Blood stained his body whether it was his was unknown, and his eyes remained closed even though he was plagued by so many stares all around him.
The man's chest heaved with labored breathing.
The observers known as archivers trembled for some unknown reason all those who stared long it was as if their skin was crawling with bugs and the smart was looked away.
Only giving the briefest of glances or keeping him in their peripheral vision.
The beings in cloaks stood motionless, their faces hidden in the shadows, yet their collective unease was palpable.
The air was heavy with anticipation, as if the very fate of the universe hung in the balance.
The man just there in silence, his heavy cuffs scraped against the ground, and the sound echoed through the silence.
The observers held their breath, sensing that the moment of truth was drawing near.
Then the head it the voice of the prosecutor of this creature
Even her voice did not faze him.
The voice boomed through the space, echoing off the crater's walls and resonating deep within the chests of the observers.
It was a voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, a voice that carried the weight of divine authority.
The beings in cloaks bowed their heads, their faces still hidden in the shadows, as if acknowledging the voice's supreme power.
The creature with the unfazed face stood tall, his faced the direction of the thrones, and he stood the as if in thought.
The air vibrated with anticipation, and the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble with expectation.
The voice spoke again, "The accused, known only by the name whispered, stands before us, bound.
The creature's expression remained impassive, his face betraying no interest or concern, as if he couldn't care less about the proceedings.
Then golden particles materialized in the space.
Dame Fate stepped forward, her voice dripping with an otherworldly authority as she cataloged the man's transgressions.
She looked at him with utter disdain and felt like saying something but bit her lip
She knew it wasn't good to waste time especially at such an event then she began.
"Crimes against the cosmos.
Defilement of sacred oaths.
The unbridled destruction of entire realms," s
she recited, her words hanging in the air like a challenge.
The creature's facial features remained impassive, some even wondered if he was listening as if the litany of charges held little significance for him.
Dame Fate's voice took on a note of gravity as she continued,
"Death itself refuses to claim him, for even the Great Reaper fears his power."
The Daemon Lords, rulers of the realms of Chaos, had also declined to take him in.
Citing the potential for further destabilization of the already-turbulent planes.
The man's audacity knew no bounds, for he had shed the name given to him by the Mother of All Names.
And the last is a personal affront, one that cuts to the very fabric of existence – he dared defy I.
Then she asked, "How do you plead against this charges.
He remained silent and after a while continued.
"The only thing that this creature deserves at this point is complete and utter erasure so that even his memory may be forgotten."
The was a collective gasp all around
"Erasure, so that means he is to come."
Dame Fate's gaze seemed to burn with intensity as she pulled out a scroll, its parchment worn and adorned with ancient symbols that pulsed with dark energy.
The scroll unrolled with a soft rustle, revealing the edict of the Celestial Tribunal.
Dame Fate's conclusion was stark: "The only punishment fitting for such a creature is absolute and utter erasure – a complete annihilation of his essence,
leaving nothing but a void where once he stood."
"All in favor say I."
The beings in cloaks stood motionless for a moment, and then, in unison, they spoke in hollow, echoing voices: "I." each one raising their hand it was unanimous
Their collective affirmation hung in the air, a solemn and foreboding declaration of the man's fate.
Dame Fate's gaze fell upon the man, her eyes burning with an gleeful intensity.
The creature's expression remained impassive,
Dame Fate's voice rose, echoing through the crater.
"Then with the full support of the Celestial Tribunal, I will call upon the excellency to deliver punishment."
As she spoke, a swirling vortex of stars emerged, coalescing into a colossal entity that settled onto one of the thrones.
The being, composed of stars that shimmered and burned with celestial fire, gazed at the nameless creature.
"By the order of trial, I shall see forth this annihilation," it declared.
The creature raised its eyes, revealing two pairs of Azure-colored eyes with strange etchings this was the first time since he arrived that he opened his eyes.
For he sensed and judged this one was worth his attention and cooperation to a degree.
"And who are you supposed to be, a talking oversized night light?" the creature said condescendingly.
"I am the one that you've been afraid of all your life," the being replied.
The two locked gazes, and energy exploded from their stare, ripping through the space with tempestuous force.
"Afraid, who exactly are you to say that?" the creature asked.
"I am Truth," the being replied.
The creature's eyes widened, and it fell silent.
"I am the what they call the nameless one," it said finally.
Truth chuckled.
"Ah, yes, the nameless one. Got a ferocious name, it's got that one's fingerprints all over it."
"But I must ask, are you really what they call...?" Truth asked.
The creature tried to respond but failed, its words caught in its throat.
"What sorcery have you placed on me?" the creature asked, its voice strained.
"If you won't let me speak, how can I answer?"
Truth replied nonchalantly, "It's because you were about to tell me false things. Falsities cannot bear my presence."
The creature's indignation grew as Truth posed another question.
"What is your goal?"
The creature couldn't answer.
"Was it worthy?" Truth asked next, its gaze piercing.
"Your quest for power, if given another chance, would you change anything?"
The creature's response was cut short as it started choking.
"I wouldn't ch—"
The creature's eyes widened in realization.
"You are the one who is false," it accused, its voice laced with conviction.
Truth's expression remained calm.
"That's the problem with beings in existence. Even when I stare them right in the eye, they still want to believe 'L' over me. So, who is false between us?"
The creature fell silent.
Truth continued, "So, how do you plead for your life?"
The creature's response was resolute.
"I have no reason left to exist. Just end me, the weak deserve no right to live."
Truth lifted one finger lazily, and a single star detached from its finger, hitting the creature's head.
The creature's head was pushed back, and Dame Fate looked up from filing her nails.
"Why would you give such a thing a gift?" she asked.
Truth replied, "Even creatures should die being embraced by L. And it is his truth. I have no right to keep it if he gets erased."
The trial continued, with Truth decreeing, "For your atrocities, you are hereby eras—"
The creature's scream interrupted the proceedings.
"I invoke my pardon!!!"
Dame Fate's chuckle was cold and mirthless.
"No pardon can save you," she said.
Truth's response was unexpected.
"But one."
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