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    Strayed to Judgement

    Post by Zs'Skayr on Sun Dec 14, 2014 6:46 pm

    17:35
    December 14th, Year 5

    Takes place after this thread.




    The bus stopped. The children were led out in single file, and their trek began. The outer district was full of eerie individuals, but Zs'Skayr would protect these children merely for the sake of their price. Anyone other than the Judges who would dare touch them would be dealt with swiftly and painfully. They seemed to huddle closer and closer towards him--or her, as he had taken host inside their teacher--which made him feel slightly better in being able to keep them together. They were like lambs, and they were ready for the slaughter...

    Their small trek took them about fifteen minutes to get to the old church, and then Zs'Skayr... or Ms. Romez... spoke suddenly. "This place is a special place, so please, take a seat. Our special guest will soon be arriving. I know it's a little drafty in here, but it's better than being outside in the cold." The children didn't ask any questions yet, but they were obviously curious as they sat up near the front as the pews were more sturdy and there was more warmth there. Mina, the girl in the fluffy pink jacket, stayed close to the teacher and attempted to hold her hand once more, only for the alien inhabiting her body to tense up and jerk her hand away in surprise. "... Oh, I'm sorry..." she said, and begrudgingly allowed the child to hold her hand.

    "Is the surprise soon?" the girl finally spoke, asking her teacher a question. The woman tilted her head, "oh yes, very soon. We may be a bit early, or maybe they're just hiding and won't appear until we least expect it. We'll just have to wait." Her smile seemed sincere, mainly to secure the girl's fears. "Okay." Mina stayed close to her teacher, while she zoned out, and Zs'Skayr attempted to try and sense the Judges' aura. Soon... Yes, he could feel them. Soon they'd be here. And soon, he'd owe them ten less sinners and be closer to more freedom...




    The stage is set; the Judges may enter and begin their 'show'.
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    Re: Strayed to Judgement

    Post by Mortis on Tue Dec 16, 2014 6:49 am

    The last stop, the final stop for this unfortunate group in more ways than one. Overhead if any curious eyes peeked up, they would see shapes, twisted figures perched overhead, leaning forward as if leering down on those that passed beneath. Could you feel their stony stares, children? They glared at them like a predator would their prey, perched in an eternal crouch, ever waiting to pounce as they stared below. Inside was no better, for within the walls of the once sacred church, a place of sanctuary, they would find they were just as closely watched.

    Serene figures of angels alongside snarling demonic faces lined the knave ahead. Where the light that managed to come in through the shattered windows did not reach, it was swathed in shadow. As the sun wheeled about overhead, however, the natural light began to fade within the church, whether by a passing cloud overhead or otehrwise, the church was now completely wreathed in darkness as the group waited... and waited...

    Aside from the muffled noise of the road outside the place was quite, deathly quiet even. To make matters worse, the place seemed even colder than the street outside! No amount of bundled jackets and soft, warm mittens could keep the oncoming chill from nipping at the group. For in a matter of moments the temperature of the already drafty ruin plummeted, eerily enough with not a single breeze finding its way in through the broken windows and other perforations in its structure. So much so, that if the group had not shuddered from the cold, they would from the soft, sound of footsteps further on in the church. Distinct yet muffled, as if the person walking were doing so in only their bare feet.

    "Sssssss..."

    Despite the still air, a distinct stench of decay met the group's ears, like a body left to rot for weeks in a closed room. It wormed into their tiny nostrils, it clung to their throats and mouths where no amount of gagging of coughing would rid them of the foul odor. It's origins were only more disgusting as the sound of footsteps drew closer.

    "Greetingssss, children." Came a deep, rasping voice. Echoing off the spacious architecture and arcade that lined the way down to the altar. "Come forward, do not tremble ssso." The voice hissed the footsteps growing closer with each step. From where could not be discerned, for the voice came from all directions, the who could not be seen in the all encompassing dark. While one may try and fathom where the mysterious figure inside the church was, the footsteps suddenly stopped and the church grew silent again. A creeping feeling of dread soon would run itself up and down the children's spines like the legs of many skittering spiders, the stench of decay from before having grown to be nearly overpowering as the lingering presence before began to sting their eyes and nostrils, any breath taken in through their mouths would be rewarded with a sickly taste and a burning in their throats.

    Above, the clouds began to shift again, and light began to creep back into the abandoned sanctuary. As the inside of the building was revealed once again, so too was another. A towering figure loomed overhead, greater than even their mentor. An emaciated figure, covered in tattered leathers stood before them, two pinpoints of red flashing briefly as the last the shadows left. Sickly green fingers, tipped with long yellowed talons curled with a creak as the creature leaned forward, revealing a sheep's skull that sat upon the man's shoulders for his head. With a hiss he stepped forward with one clawed foot, a bony tail creaking a crackling as it swayed behind him and his arms reached wide, alomst enough to take the whole group in his lanky arms if he so wished. "Yesss, come forward. Come to judgement." He hissed once more, introductions unneeded as the badge upon his skeletal chest read it for them in bold carved letters on wood; MORTIS.

    There was little time to ponder this oddity, for soon those green claws lashed forward with blinding speed to snatch anyone who came within his grip! For any unfortunate soul slow enough to be caught, they would find themselves quickly rotted down to nothing more than a rancid corpse and left to fall to the ground. "You all are guilty." He rasped as he let the child slide from his deathly grip, his sights already on another. "Let me purge your sssinsss, little one."

    Snatch!

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    Re: Strayed to Judgement

    Post by Fear on Fri Dec 19, 2014 7:22 pm

    FEAR... I have for you ten sinners... and I will be bringing them to you... to the church where you, myself and Hazama had met in the Outer District... within the hour... be there, and be ready. They are... small.

    Small... Ah Zs'Skayr, you are not fooling anyone.

    The sickly-sweet aroma of perspiration saturated the cold, musty air; tiny feet shuffled hesitantly upon smooth, hardened church stone. Uncertainty, excitement, apprehension... Wide eyes stared out into the darkness, into the unknown, and in one quiet thought of solidarity the little bodies huddled closer together for warmth and comfort.

    There will be none.

    Silently did he watch them, these nine timid sinners - these nine unfortunates that had no developed awareness of the criminal livelihoods they would one day lead. Would... Ah, how one word makes all the difference. Before him danced their anxieties, their innermost fears, and they were deemed typical. A fear of the dark, a fear of clowns and masks, a fear of the things that go bump in the night... a fear of being abandoned or rejected. The fears of children, and that is exactly what Zs'Skayr had brought him. He supposed he should be grateful, for it was better to spare the very young from the sins of the very old. It was better to spare these youths from all the suffering this cruel world has ever known - will ever know. The teacher, however, should be ashamed.

    In a shadowy corner loomed Judge Fear, his host as still and as ugly as the carved demons that graced this once-holy establishment. From this vantage point he could witness everything; from his brother's emergence into the light, to the children's frightened shrieks and frantic attempts to flee. The air crackled with severe distress.

    Now was the time to stir.

    Should the children think to escape the way they had come, hoping to live for another day, know that they could not. A padlock sealed the cathedral doors shut, its metal thicker than a child's desperate fingers. Oh how they may rattle and scream at it so, perhaps believing that shouting "open sesame" would do the trick. No, children. The law could not be moved by your tears and pleading cries. You only make this harder upon yourselves.

    Judge Mortis had done an excellent job of acerbating the children's restless minds; observing a friend dissolve into a pile of fetid mulch usually did the trick.

    They were everywhere now, glaring thoughts broadcasted out into the psychic open. He knew where each of them were, how many were left, and what they had futilely planned to do next. One of the children hastily abandoned the others and ran in his direction - a wise choice, for it was better to die of fear than it was to rot. Gangrenous hands lashed out from the darkness without a word, frigid fingers wrapping themselves around the child's neck in a loving embrace that only death could provide. A broad hand placed itself above the child's mouth and fingers pinched their nose, their little eyes burning at both their terror and the smell of a corpse. Shh, shh... This was it for you, child. This was the eve of your passing on. Do not be afraid, for dying is easy... dying is good. You are a good little child, yes?

    Soon the kicking subsided and no longer did small hands tightly grasp his own, all returning to a state of stillness - of perfection. That's it, that's it... See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Now rest. It is not easy recovering from a life of sin. Be a good role model and lead the others once they join you beyond the pale.

    Dead and deemed lawful at last, the Dark Judge relinquished his iron-tight hold of his victim and let them lifelessly slump to the floor. Ah, so peaceful... but there were seven other children who were in a state of confused turmoil. They too would need to be guided back onto the righteous path. He slipped back into the darkness and once again returned to stalking the meek, his many chains jingling and echoing throughout the spacious nave.

    Eeny, meeny, miny, moe...

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    Re: Strayed to Judgement

    Post by Zs'Skayr on Sat Dec 20, 2014 4:22 pm

    They were good children to wait ever so patiently and without a complaint in regards to situation. They didn't question their teacher's antics or erratic behavior as, despite this obviously out of place setting, she still seemed the same to them. But when the air around them chilled their spines more so than the cold outside, something in them snapped, and they suddenly huddled closer to their teacher, as if requesting protection. From what, however, remained to be seen. A voice was heard, and Zs'Skayr knew who it was; the Judge of Decay had decided to make his presence known first, throwing his voice in various directions and areas to confuse and cause a panic in the children. They didn't scream or shout, but they grew more fearful despite being close to their teacher, who was showing little to no signs of human response. The stench, though! It suddenly enshrouded the group and even their teacher had to grit her teeth and flare her nostrils. Zs'Skayr was certainly glad he lacked proper ability to smell--otherwise it'd be hard working with the two.

    A child strayed slightly, hearing something close by that made him jump, and once he moved away from the group, a man appeared. Or, half man. The skull was that of a sheep, eye-sockets empty except with a burning red tint that glared at the small child who, at this point, was completely stunned and unable to move in fear. Such as it was, this led to his grim and harsh punishment; death by decay, and he was turned into a puddle of mush within mere moments before the other's eyes.

    And thus, they panicked and shrilled. Their screams echoed as they scattered, their teacher obviously being of no help. Their screams were high-pitched and annoying, and Zs'Skayr had to take the time to rub his temple with his free hand as the girl known as Mina kept a tight grasp upon the other--or actually... he did. "Ms. Romez, why aren't you stopping this!? Why did you bring us here!?" her little voice shrilled, causing the specter to squeeze her hand harder. She let out a small yelp but then bit her teacher's hand, to which Zs'Skayr reacted by slapping her away and hissing. "Horrible little cretin!" he stated, masking his voice no longer.

    With the doors locked and windows too high for them to climb through, they scrambled around like headless chickens. One boy, dressed all in blue, had been caught and held by a man with a mantle that touched the floor and seemed neverending, but it was mere trick of the eyes and shadows. The child had squirmed and wriggled to be free, but within an instant, he was lifeless. The girl looked over in horror to see the body (and once bodies) of her friends lying in puddles of sludge or completely lifeless and near-white as the snow outside. She had no idea what to do, and her teacher--oh her teacher... she went over and tried to give her teacher a good kick in the knee for being such a horrible person, but Zs'Skayr would have none of that. "Bad child, seek redemption from the Lawmen," he stated as he tossed her between the Law of Decay and Fear.

    As for said teacher...

    Zs'Skayr walked passed the screaming children that were being grabbed and killed without even batting an eye, and grasped a crucifix upon the wall. It was a bare one, no symbolism here other than just a cross and made of metal. With little effort, he twisted it into a pointed edge. "This makes ten," the specter said as he jabbed the make-shift weapon into the side of the woman's skull as forcefully as it could. Her body fell, and from where it had fallen, he rose out and appeared. "Masterful entrances, but please, their shrilly cries make me feel like someone's jabbing my head with something sharp." Normally screams were welcomed, but children had such... high frequency screams... terrible!

    He'd wait for them to be finished before saying anything else. They had work to do, after all. And if the woman beneath the alien still lived, if barely, they could finish her off, too.
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    Re: Strayed to Judgement

    Post by Mortis on Sat Dec 20, 2014 10:41 pm

    Ah, there was Fear. Out of the shadows he emerged per his routine methods, the Judge's way of sentencing admittedly far more merciful than succumbing to rot. With all these tiny bodies running around, Mortis found himself having to chase a few of them around, much like having to chase chickens around a pen, now that he thought about it. Their terrified screams echoing off the aged architecture, the children's tiny legs despite how fast they moved, were no match for the Judge's longer strides and inevitably snagged two of the tiny sinners in each hand. Quickly they were rotted down to emaciated corpses and left to slide out of his grip. Two less children, two less shrill cries to echo among the others.

    Most importantly, two less future criminals upon the planet.

    Another child was tossed between the two of them via the teacher's hand. Thankfully the girl was spared from hitting the cold hard floor, instead plopping right into Mortis' awaiting hands. "Naughty child, you ssshould not bite." He rasped as he held her aloft in his icy grip, one hand large enough to hold her entire body. "You mussst be punissshed." In the next instant, she had been rotted away to nothing more that taught rancid flesh over bone. Properly judged, Mortis gently let her down to lay with the others. Already the two of them had killed six of the nine children in a matter of moments, only three left to Judge alongside the teacher.

    However, Zs'skayr decided otherwise regarding her fate. Instead of leaving her to be sentenced alongside the children, the specter went ahead and stabbed the edge of a cross through her skull. Now there truly were only three to deal with... His attention turned to the remaining children, stepping towards them with his arms outstretched in a manner that could be considered loving if not for the earlier display and ominous tone. "Come, children, come and be purified alongssside your friendssss. They would want you to join them." He hissed, stepping forward to corner them against one of the crumbling walls of the nave, closer to his awaiting brother. With nowhere else to run, the ghoul suddenly lashed his claws out to snatch up two of the children, eagerly rotting them like he did the others.

    Thus there was only one left...

    The alien specter spoke up regarding the screaming, Mortis' gaze never leaving the last child as he addressed him. "Patience, Zssss'ssskayr. Children require a delicate touch on their way to judgement." He hissed, waiting for his brother to finish off the final child.
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    Re: Strayed to Judgement

    Post by Fear on Sat Dec 20, 2014 11:54 pm

    Judge Mortis had always been one to make quick work of sinners, his expediency outmatched only by Judge Fire's. Should this have been a bout of proper sport, the stronger of the two current Dark Judges may have felt slightly dismayed. These were children, however, and they were hardly a challenge. Rigid fingers deftly jerked the last child away from within the shadows, sharpened fingertips poised over their wide, frightened eyes. "Yesss, a delicate touch," Judge Fear echoed. But was it truly? There was nothing delicate about being rotten down into sludge, or forcefully asphyxiated. It wasn't for him to decide. A hand was slipped through the child's chest, effortlessly gliding past organ and bone, and soon a little heart would beat no more. There was a frigid squeeze and the wriggling child slipped into righteousness.

    Nine little sinners, swiftly and impartially brought to a just end. The world was spared nine future criminals on this wondrous day, along with a neglectful adult that should have known better. Together that made ten. And in total...

    The lifeless child was released from Judge Fear's stiff grip and left to rest near their dearly departed kin. "They have been judged," did the ghoul hiss, eyes briefly studying Zs'Skayr's own kill. A crucifix used as a weapon within the crumbling remains of a church? Hmm, blunt. But such was the ghost-creature's nature. He glanced over the teacher's prone body and locked sights with the floating tyrant. "They ssscream no more, Zsss'Ssskayr." There was a pause. "And you have indeed brought ten sssinnersss, increasssing the total and lesssening your debt."

    The pendant had not been forgotten about.

    Having nothing else to say, for indeed there was little else, the Dark Judge lapsed into a quiet and savoured the stench of fear that proliferated the cold, heavy air.

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    Re: Strayed to Judgement

    Post by Zs'Skayr on Mon Dec 22, 2014 11:20 pm

    Ahh, silence. The kind of silence some would find terrifying. With everyone dead and nothing else to be done, Judge Fear spoke, mentioning the alien's debt. Yes, he was getting closer and closer to his chance at a great amount of freedom here. The specter's obvious weakness left him without shame, however; this was simply genetics and something he could not control, and thus, he had no reason to feel shame, nor weak. Either way, his deed was done for now. "Yes. Much easier this time around when they can barely fight back, but it's better they be picked off before they become something horrible." Like teenagers.

    And now there was nothing left but the two judges and the alien. If he recalled, this made his count down to either 50 or 60, he wasn't sure, but it wasn't a number he thought too much of. "My debt is nearing completion. I've 'served' your purpose for a good while, Judges. I hope your followers will have the item ready when you kill your final sinner..." That will be quite the day, he felt. A fun day, indeed. But he held his hand up in a halting motion, "but please, do not think of this debt over once the exchange is done; I would be more than happy to continue bringing you any and all I find that need to be purged. Why let a good thing die?"

    A brief cackle emitted from him at that, but he was quite serious. "I will let you know when I have more for you--and perhaps I will bring them out of the city. The more activity in this district, the more there will be prying eyes, and we cannot have that, can we?" Never hurt to mix things up anyway. "Fare eve, Judges." The specter sunk into the floor, disappearing and leaving the two to their own thoughts.




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    Re: Strayed to Judgement

    Post by Mortis on Tue Dec 23, 2014 4:10 am

    Like his brother, Mortis turned nearly in sync to gaze upon Zs'skayr once their work was finished. The two children in his claws slipped down to rest alongside the one Fear had sentenced. Although he could not help but tilt his skull slightly at the mention of considering the children for the sake of 'ease'. Their occupation was not for the sake of taking the route of less resistance, for the law was indiscriminate of age, strength and 'ease.' These sinners, young or old would have been purged all the same. "They were already damned through life, Zsss'ssskayr." He hissed, "Age and weaknesssss have little to do with their crimes."

    Otherwise, the ghoul found it surprising that the specter only wished to state his debt was nearly up. Therein, this was all he wished to draw him here for? Even more so was when the specter wished to continue bringing sinners to them after his deal was met. How odd, as both he and his brother were well aware that the alien did not partake in their purging in a smiliar means as the two Judges had. He held no interest in purging the iniquitous from the planet, nor were his interests lawful by any means. A quiet hiss escaped the ghoul as he relayed his thoughts to his brother. I would be wary about thisss continuation. There isss no binding agreement behind it, nor reassson. He warily warned, not particularly finding the ending statement to his offer all that appealing either. Why let a good thing live, would be the question.

    Regardless, the ghoul was careful not to let on to their guest. "Yessss, until next time, Zsss'ssskayr." He rasped, letting his brother handle whether or not they would be purging outside the outer district. Once the alien's presence was gone completely from the church, Mortis turned to his brother, claws curling. "The ssspecter isss odd. There isss little reassson to continue our busssinesss if hisss endsss and oursss were already met." He hissed, not all too convinced by the alien's tone.
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    Re: Strayed to Judgement

    Post by Fear on Sat Dec 27, 2014 10:21 pm

    Much easier... This much was true, as children seldom put up a decent fight. Unless, of course, they were cadets destined for a life of fighting day after day of relentless crime. These children were no such cadets, however. They had been purged in mere moments, seconds, and already their bodies were slowly starting to grow rigid in the extremities. Much easier, indeed; a session that was as gratifying as it was empty.

    "Why let a good thing die?"

    Judge Mortis' suspicions of the ghost-creature were not misplaced.

    "Ressst assssured, Zsss'Ssskayr, the item you ssseek will be completed asss promisssed," Judge Fear guaranteed. And given only upon the last sinner's dying breath. That need to be purged... Need. The ghoul considered how Zs'Skayr stressed this word in particular and kept his inner musings a secret. No point in letting the hooded specter catch wind of their growing wariness, was there? Judge Fear faintly gestured and further rasped, "Yesss. If the future callsss for it, your ssservicesss may be needed. And if prying eyesss become wissse to our jussst operationsss, I expect you to terminate all oppossssition with extreme prejudice. Farewell, Zsss'Ssskayr." Away the ghost-creature went, fading into the earth and vanishing from normal sight. Was he truly gone, however?

    The stronger of the two undead fiends glanced to the other. Husssh, Mortisss. Do not ssspeak ssso openly, Judge Fear advised in a low, tight hiss. Keep our thoughtsss between usss, where they are protected from lissstening earsss. Give the ghost-creature a reason to feel mistrust and everything will steadily unravel. And given anyone else the opportunity to hear that mistrust and there was going to be an issue.

    Nothing thankfully happened as a result of Judge Mortis' open speech, but one could never be too sure.

    Mm, you are right. There isss no binding agreement after thisss, even if the current underssstanding isss one of informal wordsss. A concerning yet obvious fact of their dealings with Zs'Skayr. An odd one, yesss. But very intelligent and very, very clever. Though I feel your doubtsss jussstified, we have already learned from our missssstep with P.J. Maybe. Whom the ghost-creature, of which, reminded Judge Fear very much. Chains jingled and chimed as the ghoul allowed his host to hunch forward, shoulders stiff. And asss much asss you may dissslike it, we need him for a while longer, he rasped evenly. Judge Mortis will not take too kindly to this, but a portion of his displeasure could be assuaged. He holdsss the key to Corrodium; a fail-sssafe if the ssscheme with Kev backfiresss. Once our busssinesss isss finissshed with that, however, we may ssset assside dissstance. I have doubtsss that our pathsss will crossss much afterward. But should Zs'Skayr bring sinners to be purged, no strings attached and without any hidden traps? Judge Fear would not be so quick to refuse a helping hand in a world that seemingly knew no virtue. Nevertheless, the ghost-creature was not to be so blindly trusted.

    Ethereal eyes glanced down to the children slumped upon the church's stone floor, their forms bent in such a way that they could be considered fast asleep. Well, save for the handful that had been rotted to a pile of unrecognizable mulch... as well as the teacher with a crucifix protruding from her broken skull.

    Sloppy, though his brother's touch could not be helped.

    Judge Fear redirected his gaze forward and concentrated on the city's immutable noise; the unguarded thoughts of its ignorant citizens. He was searching for one in particular. And, ssshould we find ourssselvesss backed into a corner, he began, we will require alliesss, no matter how tentative, to combat the ensssuing resssissstance. Our methodsss of purging are beginning to take notice, Mortisss. It isss only a matter of time before the ssstronger denizensss of thisss world become weary of our usssual techniquesss. We will have to adapt and learn if we wisssh to remain intact. And that, sadly, meant they both had to compromise. Or at least employ a moderate dose of diplomacy.

    We are finissshed with thisss place, he hissed, shambling for the church's towering doors. With a mere flick of his spindly fingers the padlock barring its entrance unhinged and heavily drooped upon a weighty chain. Take sssolace in the dead for a few additional momentsss if you mussst, but our purpossse here hasss reached itsss conclusssion.

    They had more pressing matters to be concerned with than the lackluster sport of dead children.
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    Re: Strayed to Judgement

    Post by Mortis on Sun Dec 28, 2014 8:33 pm

    Ah yes, Zs'skayr could be listening even if he was nowhere to be seen. Or was it truly the specter that his brother was worried about? Despite the children's swift dispatch, they did not leave this world in silence, and the ruined church made for an excellent echo chamber. Although in this district it paid to keep one's head down and curiosity to a bare minimum, there was always a chance of there being an eavesdropper lurking about.

    Apologiesss, Fear. He mentally hissed, the ghoul's gaze turning towards the shattered windows for a brief moment. So far as he could tell, no one was lurking outside of the church whether it be mortal or immortal. At least for now, sooner or later someone would come by the church, either noticing the awful stink of rot as they passed or waltzed right in to see a few piles of mulch and some small corpses lying about. It nearly made him wonder if they should move the bodies.

    Ah, but disturbing the dead where they lay was the act of one who felt guilty, was it not? Someone who did not see virtue in their work. As well, there was nothing upon those tiny forms that could link their deaths to the two Judges, not unless the Outer District suddenly was a well of psychic activity.

    His attention returned to Fear as he went on to state that yes, Mortis' thoughts were indeed justified, but at the same time they already learned from their past with P.J. Maybe. With that in mind, would it not be prudent to suspect the ghost creature and be read for any traps he may lay down, hold their own well being above having to work with that odd alien ghost? The topic of corrodium, along with the specter's usefulness, also came to be voiced. I do not doubt that the corrodium or the ssspecter hasss their usssefulness, I believe however that we sssshould be more cautioussss and nothing more. He replied evenly. If our pathsss fail to crosss afterwardsss, I find no wrong in it as would I if he wissshesss for our aid sssso long asss it isss without ulterior motivesss.

    Even if the specter did decide to double cross the two however, it would not bode well for him. Dark Judges were not the kind to forgive such misgivings so easily, if at all.

    Even so, there was no doubt that they needed allies, the number they had so far was still in its infantile stages at best. Livewire, Kev, KARR, Hazama, Zs'skayr... Those five were indeed powerful, but how long would their loyalty last? Mortis was well aware the vehicle's motives were for self preservation, should anything arise that it felt threatened over, it would be gone before they knew it. The serpent? He was as much of a wildcard as they came, with Zs'skayr only bound by a whim and an agreement. Livewire and Kev were the only two that seemed truly loyal to the two Judges. He could not however, deny they needed to adapt. If they needed to make allies, albeit unstable ones, then so be it.

    I have little desire to take further sssolace in our work, brother. He rasped after a few moments, Let usss be off. Off and onto more rewarding venues. He moved closer to Fear, and accepted the embrace of shadow as they were spirited away from the silent ruin.

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