Justice is Red

Exodus and Sampson escorted the prisoner into the Saint's Cathedral.  Though chained and guarded and being led through the massively impressive archways, he did not look like a prisoner.  The prisoner glanced at Exodus with a condescending glance.  The prisoner stood tall, nearly 6 and a half feet tall with his long shinning black cape gripped his shoulders and cascaded to the floor seeming not to move at all with his movements.  Long black hair parted down the middle of his head and shone like his cape curving under its own ends just where it met the shoulders of the cape -- it was all one fluid black river.  He walked with a playful confidence even taking steps to dance.  His posture suggested that they were here to escort him as a noble visiting a court, not the defeated prisoner he really was.  HE WAS DEFEATED right? Exodus thought.  

They pass the final archway into the Court.  The benches were full of Saintly followers eager to see the leader of the forsworn sentenced.  Sarl the Vile was led to the center dias and fashioned to inescapable chains.  He did not kneel before the Red Saint.  

Sitting on the elevated ledge in a chair of polished red was the greatest execution of Justice the world had ever seen.  Sharp red robes, vestments of of the saint the scales of justice embroidered into his cape.  Gold ropes tie the cape and robe.  Below the tall white and gold hat was long straight white hair and piercing blue eyes -- eyes capable of observing the sins of the executed.  In formal posture was a curved staff lined with gold, platinum and Mythryl, capped by a large round diamond.  

The Red Saint spoke with a voice devoid of mercy, "You are the leader of the Forsworn.  Finally our hunt is at an end."

The prisoner Sarl only giggled, he even looked at Exodus and winked. 

"Sarl, you will address this court."

Only a smile was returned.

"The Greyfoot kings locked your master away.  I will free him, in exchange you will tell me how to kill him once and for all, and I will only imprison you.  Otherwise your crimes have certainly earned you death and justice will be paid in full."

Sarl leaned toward Sampson and began to laugh the deranged laugh of madness.  There was nothing the Saint would gain here. 

The Saint spoke in plain terms, "Execution it is.  One last chance to address the court."

Their was a long silence as Sarl looked over the audience and then to the Saint.  He opened his mouth to speak, closed it then opened it again... "Time."

"Excuse me, speak up."

Sarl threw his hands in the air escaping the chains and spinning in a polished dance move, "TIIIIIIIIME is on MY side.  Yes it is."

The saint exasperated lifted his hand giving Exodus the signal. 

"You always saying, you want to be Freee.  But you'll come running back, you'll come running back to meeee e eee ehehhee hee heee hhhehehehehehehehehe.  This is only starting.  Time is on my side."

Exodus released the divine energy within him pulsating from the ceiling into the dias crushing the life out of Sarl.  Eyes locked on the Red Saint and a smile crossed his face until life left his eyes.  

Justice was done, the court was dismissed.  As with all other cases before the Red Saint's justice was swift absolute and unwavering.  Such perfect and determined execution was why he left his previous courts for this one, why he helped the Red Saint bridge the gap and taught him the trimmings he deserved.  Justice was perfect one with the will to execute it deserved his Loyalty even more than Tyr did. 

As Exodus was leaving the chamber he heard one of the Saints followers whistle and softly say, "yes it is."