658 Unmasked

Reima "Drink this now." he states, Brin looking nervous when he's ordered to do so.

Brin "Sire, would you really force me to admit to something I've not done with your magic?" he asks with some of the audience cursing at him for implying such a thing about Reima.

Reima "I see, let me explain what this is... This is called Veritaserum, or more commonly referred to as Truth Serum, you drink this and we will find out if you stole anything. I'd also like to remind you that refusing to drink counts as admitting your guilt." he states, leaving the man no way to talk his way out of it.

Brin thinks momentarily before uncorking the vial and quickly drinking its contents, glowering as he does so.

Husi "Did you steal my wheel-barrow!" he shouts at Brin.

Brin "N-Yeah I did you bastard! NO ONE PLOUGHS MY DAUGHTER AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!"

Reima glares at Husi, "That'll be fifty hours of community service for speaking out of line." he states, refusing to allow someone to take advantage of the man's Veritaserum induced mental state.

Husi stays quiet as Reima turns his attention to Brin, leaning closer to Asgore and asking, "What's an appropriate punishment for stealing a wheel-barrow?"

Asgore runs his fingers through his beard and contemplates, "I'm not entirely sure... A few days in prison should suffice however."

Reima grins, "I doubt after being in my prison for a couple days they'd ever commit a crime again." he whispers back and straightens to give his judgement on the case. "Brin, you will be imprisoned in the Painted World for four days for the theft of a Wheel-Barrow... I do hope you learn to not commit theft in my land." he says.

Asgore claps his hands as the two men are brought away, "Next."

And so the cases continued, most of them involving the rescued prisoners that were being held by the Eternal Fire that Solaire had brought back. In all honesty Reima would have sent them all back had most not been imprisoned for refusing to discriminate and allow non-human's to perish.

There were a few Monsters that needed to be judged, though, most were only because of their physiology, a fire elemental like Grillby accidentally burning someone's Property for example, this was easily rectified by having the Monsters recompense the victim.

Thus, it was time to begin the more "Serious" cases, these were saved for last so that Reima could get comfortable with his role, as well as getting all the peasants out of the way first.

Much to his surprise, it was Risryn who dragged in a restrained Prospect, them shouting as many obsenities at the woman as possible. Eventually, the two of them reached below the throne, Risryn kicking the back of the man's knees causing him to drop to the ground.

"Fucking bitch! I should have known coming with you was a mistake!" he shouts furiously.

Reima looks at Asgore, "Who's this douche?"

Asgore looks at the parchment, "A Prospect known as Lased..." his eyes widen when he looks at the report. He stand straighter as he addresses the court, "Lased. You are accused of using your position to steal gold and other valuables, as well as refusing to battle against the Kaedweni, abandoning your service and duties. You are also áccused of being in correspondence with a Nilfgaardian spy from outside the walls."

Lased glares at Asgore, "Fucking Monster, shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you!"

Risryn tightens her hold on him, making him groan in pain, "And how will you do that, cretin?"

Reima "Are we sure he committed these crimes?"

Risryn nods, "I personally investigated and confirmed it." she says, the man cursing at her again in response.

Reima stands up, the audience captivated as he slowly walks down the steps and places his hand on Lased's mask.

Lased "G-g-get off of my you cunt!"

The rims of the mask glows as he pulls it off of the man's face, blad head and hard features, black bags under his eyes with numerous scars showing. He screams in terror, and madness, "NO! PUT IT BACK!!!! PUT, IT, BACK!!!!!" he yells.

Reima walks back to the throne while continuing to look at the mask, he then uses telekinesis to keep the man's mouth shut as he begins to speak. "Hmm, punishment fit for a piece of shit as well as a traitor?... Well, you seemed to like wearing the mask right? Have a red hot metal mask placed on his face and let it stick... Once it's secure, hang him by it over the Chaos Temples lake of lava." he states, causing the man to whimper and silently beg with his forehead on the floor. The audience gaping at the horrific punishment he'd just been given.

Risryn grins and nods at Reima's choice, Asgore leaning over and asking, "Are you sure? Such a punishment would be incredibly harsh."

Reima shrugs, "I wonder how long it'll take for his face to peel away, and for him to fall into the lava?" he asks, ignoring Asgore's concern.

Asgore shakes his head but continues the service, "Next!" he calls, Risryn quickly dragging the man out after catching the Mask thrown by Reima.

There are comparatively few serious cases when compared to other similarly-sized cities, and eventually, the last case begins. The double doors being opens by many Prospects who lead five men dressed in Eternal Fire robes into the hall.

Reima grins sadistically at them, "Oh, this is going to be fun." he mutters loud enough for Asgore to pick it up.