TBATE A new God

Ch.11 S.4

Death...death was the only thing that crossed the jade emperor mind at that moment. If all of his powers weren't on his blade causing space to bend...that attack would have pierced his heart and soul.

Satan: "that gravity ability sure is annoying" Satan then gave a wicked smile at the jade emperor as the domain crumbled due to his attack

With the domain crumbling down many citizens where confused as they looked up in the sky and saw the two beings in the air and a giant cross that pierced through a mountain and more beyond

Jade.E: "it seems we have blown our cover to the outside world."

Xiaochen then came rushing and grabbed the jade emperor looking at his body with a horrible expression

Satan: "next time it won't be your arm...it will be your head"

Jade.E: "I look forward to that" In a flash they teleported away

I then landed on top of a roof and was about to continue with my genus plan to kill all the judges until I saw a group of knights and others heading towards the court room

Satan: "...not my job anymore..."

(Art/grey POV)

(Sorry for the rest of this section that's just copy and paste. Just couldn't think of something that Seth could do. And besides this scenario was already perfect to change anyways in my opinion)

"It must be a relic, your honor! I knew he was hiding it somehow." Matheson marshalled enough strength to crawl up from his knees, his expression strained as he turned toward me. "I demand that you hand the relic over at once!"

My gaze fell to the steward, making him recoil in surprise. "Why don't you come here and take it?"

Matheson, his thin brows lined with sweat, swallowed heavily.

Time stilled in the room, as none of the people present were able to muster the courage to take a step closer toward me.

It was only when the doors of the courtroom slammed open that I released the suffocating pressure I was holding in the room. Twisting against the tightening chains, I looked back over my shoulder to see a couple of familiar faces.

"It's about time," Alaric breathed.

'Our cavalry has arrived, Effeminate One,' Regis said with a grin.

The first man I noticed was the brawny, crimson-haired Striker named Taegan, and next to him was his trim companion, the swordsman Arian. The two ascenders flanked a muscular, olive-haired man that I didn't recognize, who in turn was following a furious woman with burning red hair and blazing ice-blue eyes. The four paused at the head of the stairs, glaring down on the standoff between the guards and me.

"Vritra's grace...Blackshorn, why have I had a dozen different people hammering to get into my office for the last fifteen minutes? Explain yourself at once."

The high judge shrank back from the authority booming within the woman's voice, and his mouth began to open and close like a fish drowning on the shore.

"Oh good," the olive-haired man said from behind the woman, gesturing to the courtroom with a stack of parchment held in one hand. "We appear to have arrived just in time to prevent a gross miscarriage of justice."

Harcrust's face had lit up when the doors opened, but fell again at the sight of the red-haired woman and her entourage. "High Justice! And...the Denoir heir, here, in person. Have you, um, brought us Lady Caera's statement?" he asked, his air of lofty superiority fading. "You needn't have bothered, of course, we're nearly finished with this deranged criminal. High Justice, there was no need for you to—"

When the woman's ice-blue eyes turned on Harcrust, it was like they froze him right through to his mana core. "Don't presume to tell me what I need to do in my own hall, Harcrust."

"The thing is," the olive-haired man said, "we're here on behalf of the deranged criminal."

The Denoir heir...So Caera convinced her blood to help after all. I couldn't help the flicker of a smile that crossed my face.

"Be quiet, Denoir," the woman snapped.

Harcrust began to bluster, finally having regained a measure of his composure, but the woman snapped her fingers, silencing him.

"If even half of what I've been told is true, you've made a mockery of the High Hall's justice, flouting every rule we hold sacred." Her cutting gaze swept across the five judges. "Disallowing cross-examination? Forceful removal of public observers? Stationing of third-party soldiers within these hallowed walls?"

Based on the intensity of the woman's glare, I was surprised that Blackshorn and the others didn't burst into flames right then and there.

"High Justice, I mean no disrespect when I say this," Blackshorn mustered, straightening his robe. "But in the interest of time, we could not strictly follow standard protocol. We only sought to keep our citizens safe from this murderer."

"Is that right?" An amused grin stretched across the high justice's face as she was handed a stack of parchment from the Denoir man. "So I suppose this extensive list of your many back-alley deals, unethical promises, and fraudulent actions leading up to this trial, was all in the name of keeping our citizens safe, Blackshorn?"

The old judge's mottled skin paled. "T-that...High Justice, allow me to expla—"

"As high justice, principal arbiter of the Relictombs' High Hall, I declare this trial null, and release Ascender Grey, effective immediately."

"But—"

A fiery look from the high justice forced Blackshorn's mouth shut.

I relaxed, letting the chains do the same, and scanned the dark alcoves around the courtroom looking for Titus Granbehl. He had taken a step back farther into the shadows at the arrival of the high justice. Our eyes met briefly—his glaring furiously, mine squinting in amusement—before he turned and vanished.

"Guards, see to it that the judges of this panel don't go anywhere, and for Vritra's sake someone get those chains off that man," she snapped.

"No need," I said simply.

A sharp, metallic groan filled the courtroom as the chains restraining me burst apart. Shards of metal flew across the room as the guards' gazes widened in shock and awe and they stumbled back, half of them pointing their weapons at the judges, the other half at me.