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By My Touch Shall Your Wretched Lives Be Blessed | Mastermind Trial | Begins

Its been… a few days, maybe? Stuck in this place. The inside of someone else’s soul. A reflection of the bastard who sold you to Silliamas and his kin…

And the demons have glutted on your sorrows. And you have heard the Gospel…. So isn’t it strange when the Hellish choir sings in your heads and Silliamas’ laughter resounds through the halls “Zaaazaazazazzaaaa… Its time to start, children. Come to me” And come you must, there is nothing else to do. He clings to a wall, just above the door you entered to get to this place. “Come now children, the end begins now. See if you can win my game. Or if you’ll fail! I hope you fail… I have such lovely plans for your souls… It doesn’t matter if the book is gone or not! I can still drag you to Hell! Zaaaaazazaazaaa~!” He opens the door… And beyond it A trial room. Just for you. With just enough podiums for each of you. In the center, is the Pit. And the Hungry Chains rattle and shake within it. And above shines that baleful green sun of Satan’s light. And the towering walls are studded with judging eyes. And a strange throne that Silliamas already sits on. “Zaazazaaaazaaa~! So it begins! Seek the one who doomed you here and I’ll let you go. Fail… and you all fucking die! Zazazazazazaaa”

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AWAKEN TO THE GOSPEL | FINAL CHAPTER | BEGIN INVESTIGATION

“Come to me, o wretched children!”

Who is callin? Ah… it is Silliamas, calling in your skulls. And your bodies obey. You are a prisoner in your own flesh, marching in time with eachother. Out of the kitchen, out of bed, out of the kitchen, out of the bath. It doesn’t much matter, your bodie moves….

And marches through a door, to somewhere….

[Somewhere new….]

And Silliamas is there, clinging to the wall like a fattened tick, smiling wide to you all

“Behold my children of death… You are in the Inner Sanctumn… this is where my game will end. This is a reflection of a soul, the one who made a pact with me. You have ONE WEEK to investigate this place… and then we shall have a trial… if you succeed, I will let you go. If you fail… I will kill you all, take all your souls to Hell! Zaazazazaaa… Get busy now children. Do it. No stink of angels will keep you safe….”

The room is fairly barren. It looks like a standard “empty room” that you would find during any dungeon crawl, except it’s much more spacious. There are two smaller doors, a double door, and then the room continues around the corner.

[You may have threads here, you may investigate]

[Go Forth And Die]

[In His Name]

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SING! SING! | AN EVENT

The castle shakes and shudders and cracks and creaks, as if a great earthquake was trying to bring the entire castle down upon your heads. But it does not come down, blessed be… But stones fall from the ceiling, from the walls…

And then it stops. And in the great distance, you can hear… screaming. The screaming of the thousands who have died in San Griento, the screaming of the dozens who died when the demons came, the screaming of all the children who have died in the last few weeks.

And then the screaming stops. And all is calm again.

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Robin gives his final Hell Dollar to the imps at the gift shop. Please be something good...

They push it into his hand, fleeing back into the shadowy corners of the giftshop. The imps are waiting. Watching.

Newspaper Clipping- A piece of an article from a newspaper. The heading reads, “Akagawa Daichi, 34, stabs son, 15, in dispute.” It seems to be a news story. From what you can gather, some teenager that they didn’t name pulled a knife on his father, who took it and stabbed him. It’s pretty serious stuff and fairly disturbing.

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DIE HISTORIC | MASATO | PERHAPS TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE

The sound of battle. The rush of bloodshed The stink of violence

All this and more, coming from the entry hall. With its rich tapestries nad carpets marred by demonic filth and a gaping hole in the ground that leads to the howling darkness of the dungeons.

But there is more here, is there not? The horrid bulk of the Chimerical King has hauled him/themselves from the dungeons.

And dancing about the beast like a stining wasp? Your own protector, a ninja born and bred, sword in hand.

He stings, it swipes. He must feel the pain of a dozen near misses, his blood mixing with demonic ichor upon the floor.

But its alright, isn’t it? Especially when he lands the final blow, shoving the blade through the beast and leaving it dying.

Stand proud, dear warrior! Stand proud in your glory! Behold the conquering young hero! Bask in his glory! Revel in his victory!

watch as he stops breathing watch as he falls to his knees then his face

poison is a heady thing it numbs the body with pain but it takes its toll

and you must always pay the reaper.

MASATO SHINJIN HAS PASSED AWAY

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So It Ends, So It Ends | End of Trial 5

Silliamas laughs, he bundles himself in his own limbs, twisting here and there as he laugh and laughs and laugh. His laughter becomes backed by the sound of cracking and crushing gears,  of clocks screaming and dying as time is undone by the will of a Demon.

“It shall be as it never was, but they’re all still dead! Its all still your fault! Zaaaazazazaazazaaa~ All. Your. Fault.”

He laughs as the fight begins. He laughs as your minds blur and race. As time continues to be undone by his many busy hands. Ryouta gets his desire. But the rest of you… the rest of you suffer here. And hell. Even Ryouta suffers as his past changes…..

Its all a bit confusing, when time comes into play

But so it ends.

And you awake, in your bed. The heady scent of blood filling your nostrils.

remember all those fallen

seek a better tomorrow

lay down and die for the ambitions of the Other.

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The Switch That Was On Is Now Off [Robin / Execution Reaction / RE: Tsukiko]

So… What? Just because Violet had died, meant that they couldn’t be punished?  Well, couldn’t their soul be punished?  After all, they’d killed Vera and Ren, hadn’t they?  Hadn’t they?

Robin still shut his eyes in response to the execution, as if it would help.  Sure, he was glad Ryouta wasn’t dead, but… He’d liked Azami.  She’d been kind.  It was cruel for her to go in such a way, for no crime, too.

He was trying so hard after the execution to collect himself again, that he completely missed Lorena completely punching Ryouta.  He turned to Ryouta with a start – too late.  As he went over to see if Ryouta needed help, he could hear Akiko speaking.  She was going to come after Ryouta?

“No,” he said, standing in front of Ryouta.  "If any of you want to try and kill him, you’re going to have to go through me.“ He scowled, and took a protective stance.

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The Corrupt Bargain | Akiko | Reaction

Everyone voted Violet. Ryouta had confessed to assisting in murder and they all forgave him? No…not everyone. Just three people and himself, a majority vote nonetheless. Then Silliamas said what Akiko feared the most. The dead cannot be punished again. Watching in horror as Azami, someone not standing too far from her was picked up by Silliamas the actress stood there petrified in fear.

“No…” Watching Azami be pulled away into the pit by the chains she suddenly was able to move again, only to grab her head and let her hair fall over her eyes. None of these gruesome deaths had been appealing but this one was disgusting. Azami had did no wrong, but she was still dying while Ryouta got to stay…

“Three people…No. You helped kill Ren too right? What does that make it…Three and a half? Four? Did you think that Silliamas would let us go through a trial without someone fucking dying?? DID YOU THINK-”

Lorena beat her to the punch. Quite literately. Clenching her fist she could only imagine how good it felt to sock Ryouta square in the jaw. 

“Glad I’m not the only one who’s targeting him. I might not even be able to wait ‘till the next motive. Watch your fucking back…”

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Begs and Pleas Won't Bring you Back || Ryouta || RE: Silliamas

Ryoutas breathing began to grow erratic as the demon spoke. He slowly shook his head. He dropped his sword, placing gloved hands on the disgusting arm of the beast. He would not stand for this.

“I… I still killed Violet!! It still counts, I still paid you! You can’t just fucking lie to me!! You can’t!! You have.. So many others, dead!!! You can’t!!! You can’t make me better, you can’t make him love me, how DARE YOU SAY THAT!!! IS IT BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO WEAK? IS IT BECAUSE YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A BALL OF FLESH WITH NO POWER OVER ANYTHING!!”

His cries would ring out in desperation. But you can never have what you want. You’ve made your bed.. Now lie in it Trapezer. Ryouta couldn’t help but scream at the sickly sweet demon. Ryouta would fight. Please let him fight.

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DEFACED DEFLOWERED AND TO DEATH DEVOUT | SILLIAMAS | TO RYOUTA

He

He laughs.

And laughs and laughs and laughs

andlaughsandlaughsandlaughsandlaughsandlaughsandlaughsandlaughsandlaughs

What a horrid, ugly sound it is, neh Ryouta? Nothing is working like you expected. Nothing is working like you wanted.

Especially when the demon answers the prodigal son.

“You cannot give back payment for my services. You cannot turn back the clock so that you never came here. You must pay me in all the death you caused. Its all your fault… tell me then… what would you like instead? Maybe your brother to never cripple you, hrm? Or maybe you can make him love you again? Or… well… there’s nothing else, is there? Is there? Zaaaazazazazaza” The demon reaches out, dusting off Ryouta’s shoulders and tickling underneath his chin with a long wicked talon. How kind the Demon is being. How … how SICKLY SWEET it is.

“Tell me your Desire. I will turn back time itself for you, but my payment will remain.”

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Everything is Burning, Violet ? Do you Like It?|| Ryouta Reaction || Attn: Silliamas

All Ryouta could do was watch. Watch this pain and suffering and misery…Oh… The pain.. He felt the guilt sting his chest, his heart begin to pound. Maybe this pain was Silliamas’ blood pouring through his veins. He rose back to his feet, making his way towards the great Demon beast, grabbing his sword along the way. He ran towards Silliamas, tears prickling his eyes, his steel aimed at the beast.

“You MOTHER FUCKER!!! GIVE ME MY REWARD!!! GIVE US BACK VERA!!! Take back my sin, you monster!!! Let me go! Let US go!! That was your promise!! WASN’T THIS ENOUGH DEATH?!”

His plan had finally come to light. Ryouta had never worked so hard to fix what he has done before. He know he cannot fix everything… But he can try. Ryouta looked back at Omen, then swung his sword at Silliamas.

“You heard me!! Give Vera back to Omen! I can’t bring back Ren, or Violet.. But I still killed! I still get my turn back! These people don’t deserve this bullshit!, you disgusting piece of ROT!!”

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FEED THE CHAINS, FEED AMBITION, FEED US DEATH | EXECUTION

The chains scream forth from the pit, wrapping around the girl in Silliamas’ talons. She screams as they pull her into the depths. And… the images play out in your mind once more.

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PATHETIC HUMANS IN DESPAIR | SILLIAMAS | TRIAL RESULTS

The demons….

Laugh. They laugh and scream. The imps are a joyous mass hooting and hollering, and Silliamas is choking one his own mirth. All the demons join in with him, oh what pathetic humans

“ZAZAZAZA…. How can a corpse be punish again, you fools! You idiots! I told you to punish the sinner! And the sinner is still amongst you! And you let them get away with it! Zaaaaaazazaza… so now! LET US SEE THE RESULTS!” The giant in yellow holds out an ancient looking scroll to its master as Silliamas… reads? He has no eyes so this is all just pointless…

“Oh no… Your votes were worthless and pointless. So I’ll pick who to punish! And I chose….” His hand reaches out, and pick up a student by their neck, hauling them to his ‘face’

“I chose you!”

MISTRIAL

AZAMI  AIZAWA SHALL BE SENT TO HELL

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Robin votes for Violet.

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Escaping Your Purpose Is Impossible [Robin / Trial 5.7 / RE: Ryouta]

“…huh?”

So Ryouta had been the accomplice?  The one to hold Ren to the tree, the one to knock Vera over?  …there were no words for this.  Robin looked shocked, but offered his arms to Ryouta anyway.

“… Guess I know who I’m voting for,” he muttered.  After all, that person was still a killer, right?

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A Rollercoaster That Doesn't Move [Robin / Trial 5.6 / Just a Thought / ATTN: Masato]

As he was putting his shirt back on Robin (for some reason) wanted to speak again.  "Maybe the chair was meant as a decoy, to implicate someone smaller?  And if that’s the case, then there’s someone here who’s tall enough to reach the tree, strong enough to stab the knife through Ren-san, and had a way of escaping the fire without too much damage to themselves…“

He looked at Masato.  "A gas mask would do it.”

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Aww Yiss, That Smexy Necktie [Robin / Trial 5.5 / RE: Stripping]

After making his case, he saw that the others in the trial room were stripping.  …did he have to do that too?  Omen had said that he was weak, so he couldn’t have done it, but… If they were checking for wounds…

Robin sighed.  There wasn’t a way to bare his arms without taking his shirt off altogether.  So, he slowly loosened his necktie, and unbuttoned his white button-down.  Off with his shirt!

His chest and arms were thin and bony, his ribcage taking a definitive shape.  There was a scar on his chest, but it was old – too old to have been gotten from the murder.  On his right shoulder lay numerous crisscrossed scars, even older than the one on his chest.  His lower arms had burns on them, and his upper arms had cuts… that were healing, and clearly a couple of days old.  Robin grimaced, and placed his left hand over his right shoulder.  "For the record, the burns came from a dungeon exploration.  The imp I was fighting had me pinned down.“