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[OPEN TO KENOMA] EXECUTION OF THE INNOCENT
WHO: The Regent and Interested Kenoma
WHAT: As promised, the Regent is carrying out the Innocence Entity's invite-only execution.
WHERE: The Regent's Throne Room.
WHEN: Firaseri 22nd, after dissipated Kenoma have emerged.
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, gore, limb loss, general unpleasantness.
It's the evening of the 22nd when the call goes out: it is time for the execution. This is purely an event for the willing and or eager, and besides being informed of it, no Kenoma will be pressured into attending. Those that are interested, however, will be led to the Regent's throne room for what promises to be a very special occasion.
Upon entry, the set up of the throne room will seem quite familiar to those that have been there before. A cavernous room filled with nothing but the throne itself, its emptiness seems an intentional call to the void. Several stairs lead to the dais where the throne sits, currently occupied by a the Regent. As usual, any details about the Regent are obscured behind flowing robes and a faceted mask. Presently, they are swirling around a glass of what is presumably wine, but drinking absolutely none of it. Any Kenoma that seem interested will be offered a drink by one of the Citadel servants on duty.
It's not just the Regent present, however. Off to the right side of the room, an arrangement of familiar void-dark spears have been fused into the wall and floor, with their prisoner still held at their center, pierced from all sides. Estinien Wyrmblood appears as little more than a shadow of his former self at this stage, every ounce of color stripped from him, in sharp contrast to the black ichor that bubbles and drips from a cruel assortment of wounds. One eye is swollen with infection, oozing void, while the other is completely blank with whiteness. Each limb has been shorn down to a stub, as if burned by a dark fire from the outside in; all except a set of ragged, broken wings strung up being him. His torso, pierced as it is, seems to be barely holding onto form.
If he reacts to the arrival of 'guests', it isn't apparent. Instead, he seems practically comatose, all except for that open eye and the shallow movements of his breath. His shard is exposed, resting beneath his collar bones, an eye-like shape that has become similarly colorless. The usual sheen of color that all shards hold has faded away, now showing nothing but the gray of the stone beneath it. Those with True Sight will see that he has fallen to the first tier of Pleroma, and even that he is only tenuously hanging on to.
At their throne, the Regent lifts their glass.
"Welcome, kindred."
WHAT: As promised, the Regent is carrying out the Innocence Entity's invite-only execution.
WHERE: The Regent's Throne Room.
WHEN: Firaseri 22nd, after dissipated Kenoma have emerged.
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, gore, limb loss, general unpleasantness.
It's the evening of the 22nd when the call goes out: it is time for the execution. This is purely an event for the willing and or eager, and besides being informed of it, no Kenoma will be pressured into attending. Those that are interested, however, will be led to the Regent's throne room for what promises to be a very special occasion.
Upon entry, the set up of the throne room will seem quite familiar to those that have been there before. A cavernous room filled with nothing but the throne itself, its emptiness seems an intentional call to the void. Several stairs lead to the dais where the throne sits, currently occupied by a the Regent. As usual, any details about the Regent are obscured behind flowing robes and a faceted mask. Presently, they are swirling around a glass of what is presumably wine, but drinking absolutely none of it. Any Kenoma that seem interested will be offered a drink by one of the Citadel servants on duty.
It's not just the Regent present, however. Off to the right side of the room, an arrangement of familiar void-dark spears have been fused into the wall and floor, with their prisoner still held at their center, pierced from all sides. Estinien Wyrmblood appears as little more than a shadow of his former self at this stage, every ounce of color stripped from him, in sharp contrast to the black ichor that bubbles and drips from a cruel assortment of wounds. One eye is swollen with infection, oozing void, while the other is completely blank with whiteness. Each limb has been shorn down to a stub, as if burned by a dark fire from the outside in; all except a set of ragged, broken wings strung up being him. His torso, pierced as it is, seems to be barely holding onto form.
If he reacts to the arrival of 'guests', it isn't apparent. Instead, he seems practically comatose, all except for that open eye and the shallow movements of his breath. His shard is exposed, resting beneath his collar bones, an eye-like shape that has become similarly colorless. The usual sheen of color that all shards hold has faded away, now showing nothing but the gray of the stone beneath it. Those with True Sight will see that he has fallen to the first tier of Pleroma, and even that he is only tenuously hanging on to.
At their throne, the Regent lifts their glass.
"Welcome, kindred."
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[Their tone implies that they aren't highly invested in what happens to Estinien either way, but...]
There's a chance that my assault against the entity will simply obliterate his soul, as frayed as its become. I've seen shards shatter from much less.
[They pause, contemplating.]
...I do think I might like to keep him, though. After all the trouble he's caused the Kenoma... it could be an interesting educational experience to those that would follow in his footsteps.
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None of them paint a pretty sight. ]
... He has been a thorn on our side for quite some time now.
[ Speaking as someone who has gone through that painful experience. And rather than sympathize with the broken man, he can only agree with what the Regent is saying. ]
It would send a compelling message, if someone like him is made to yield.
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[One would think the Regent was smiling behind that mask.]
Death provides too much closure, ultimately. They could convince themselves that he went unbroken, and allow his pain to slip from their memory. I'd prefer if they remembered.
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[ Kaeya's gaze returns to look at the Regent. ]
Will he become one of us?
[ An Aion for the Kenoma, just like the rest of them, but given that Estinien is one of the Pleroma's most fervent followers, he doubts it would happen so easily. Then again, if the Kenoma is anything like the abyss he is familiar with... maybe he already has a pretty good idea of what's going to happen. ]
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[The sentiment seems clear: even if Estinien is made to serve the Kenoma, the Regent will not see him as one of them in the ways that matter. A tool to be used rather than a follower of the Regent's divine purpose.]
However... the Kenoma may have use for him as a vessel. His soul has already been scoured... there is little left to defend him from my control. Once the power of Innocence has been truly expunged...
[The Regent has been looking towards where Estinien hangs, but not focuses their attention on Kaeya instead.]
The Pleroma will come to know that there are crueler fates awaiting those that refuse conversion. Those that are welcomed into our number as equals... they should consider themselves lucky.
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He offers an effortless smile when the Regent's gaze falls upon him. ]
They have become rather complacent, so a reminder like this is long overdue.
[ Whatever the Regent has in store for Estinien... it's going to be the Pleroma's problem, now. It's just a matter of waiting for it to all unfold.
He bows once more, indicating he has no further questions. ]
Thank you for your time, your Excellency.