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The visceral pumping from his body as the organ was plucked out. Leaving tiny dangling threads of skin and exposed blood. He was given ultimatums and no sooner gave his before it came. A voice bellowing inside him, the twisting nether of beings stored inside his body. For though few knew it, Astaroth kept his creations inside of his own body. Within his very being, able to call them and switch at a whim. That wasn't what would happen as the bindings hit his wrists, finding his body limp. A devastating strike from Algos sealed the deal, but a different kind of turmoil had been brought.
He'd failed Algos and Calypso; they hated him. Despised him for all of his actions and being. The only thing he cared about was gone now; what purpose was there? To all of the experiments and the five hundred years? Nothing mattered. It was all dust and meaningless. As his mental guard withdrew further inside of himself. The turmoil within came without through his own lips.
Tobias pecked the side of his head, so those present could hear what happened inside of his being. Familiars did not appear out within this reality they stood in. No, they remained within his being coiled around him, ripping his sanity and being apart. "Those who stand outside this body may have it. We familiars will be taking everything else."
The bird seemed to nod to them as it would allow the inner dialog to play through the limp mouth of Astaroth, the voices of his other familiars. A trial had gone on inside him in a matter of seconds. When Algos said that about his protecting her and Calypso as well. It had spelled the end for everything."You've committed so many Sins, Astaroth, ever since Mavra gave you his body. Experiments all in vain hopes to return your Sister's love. Then your nieces, this journey has been interesting. What tell you other familiars of the fate of our former master?"
that outside could tell it was the same voice as before. The bird evidently leads the trial in this kangaroo court inside him. Though they couldn't see it, darkness bound Astaroth inside.
A female voice came out sweet and like a small girl. It was something of a nightmare-like sound. " Mr. Astaroth promised to play with us more. It's so good we get to play now forever and ever. Why'd you come here? Brazil is so icky and messy with dirty people and sand."
The mental trial of a century taking place, and nobody could see the images. The bird seemingly understood this and borrowed some power from the limp and drooling Astaroth. Creating images for the demons outside to see, so they didn't hear only voices. A porcelain doll was the one shown to have just spoke. Next came a Skeleton wearing some old-style clothing. "Come on, Amity, you know why he came to this waste of space; Demon World has too much interference and would corrupt the rituals. Shame this is the way he has to go, no chance to break his bones into dust."
The skeleton seemed to chide the doll. In the middle of these figures was a representation of Astaroth. The appearance of a girl wearing a black maids outfit covered in blood was next to speak. "It's all pointless in the end, a spiral of meaninglessness. Brazil will burn so will the rest of the world. It all is empty when you break it down. Demon World, the entire thing is just a cycle propagated by the system and people beyond his or our comprehension. "
Alice didn't contribute much to it; she saw this entire thing as pointless. Trial, Prison, it was all a meaningless cycle that would continue.
The bird seemed to shrug its feathers at them, showcasing a bit more personality. As the shadowy figures, it had made to represent the incident inside of Astaroth drew closer to a conclusion. The final figure emerging in the shadowy ensemble was a clown. It wore a traditional outfit with blood covering its face. Its lips held a sinister smile on them. As a card was twirled on its finger, Killjoy had only one thing to say."Show's over now, partner, hehe, you tried to capture the sun, but those wings are Ast-ash now Astaroth."
Flicking its wrist, the card struck Astaroth's forehead in the shadowy image. The shadows vanished as the voices emerged of the familiars. Astaroth's mind had been gobbled up and devoured into eternal suffering and agony. The bird walked up to his shoulder towards his lips now as the final words came out.
"The one who played God tried to find that feeling of connection will be punished in ways the realms of reality haven't imagined. Never to be loved, never to be remembered all he is, is the failure who wrought this September's end. "
The bird pushed inside his mouth, causing gagging and choking noises to come out. Lines of blood dripping from his ears, eyes, nose, and every part of his body. Even his fingers ran crimson. They had their Prison, but his mind was gone, and recovering it would be more work than it was worth. This place was a grave for his mind; his body would be left to the devices the family women saw fit.