"I don't think you understand. It'll kill him if he isn't ready. All those....Memories. People. Souls." Whistler made up his mind as he pleaded his friend's part to The Hecu. "He will see it as a punishment in its own. I just think that you ought to think about this. Again." He stood below the black, wooden stand that the three were seated at. A man, woman and young boy; of whom all were not to be taken in from their looks. Their ages out weighed most of the earth that silted the mortals' planet. Feeling a little exasperated, Whistler decided to take his well needed and shaky breath while staring at the dark brown and black speckled rock floor. There were only clouds of light, most of which hung and luminated above the heads of the three who whispered and considered and argued amongst themselves above him. What he got of light was merely left overs, small glows.

Upon hearing the whispering voices subside Whistler looked up to peer up at them, figuring he will be meeting with his masseuse after this visit from the way he craned his head to hear their concluding decision.

The woman spoke first. Giving the verdict. "We will continue this. But we will make it clear that he has another chance. Following through as planned from his punishment is how it must be and how it shall be."

"As you wish." Whistler, although he still resented the idea of his friend being put through another living hell with what they were purposing, kept his tone and attitude complete with respect and loyalty. Of course, not a second went by that he thought that all this "As you wish" bullshit was a waste of time and breath. Resulting in his final hypothesis that it was simply that. Bullshit. However, he liked the way he looked and his position with the system and he wanted to keep it that way.

The woman looked to the man who sat at her right. "We will send those needed to be present three days presenting the judgment. It will be up to you to explain all that needs be to him and his witnesses." Nodding, he leaned forward to look at the one who had kept silent up until now. The boy.

Appearing to be nothing older than twelve years old, he held possibly more knowledge than that of his companions. His dark black hair shined in the light that was aimed, now, mainly on him. His eyes went wide while everyone looked at him, anticipating what his thoughts and visions were to the topic at hand.

"Whistler." It was rare that a higher being, especially one of his position, a judge, addressed another, particularly of demon blood, in such formal fashion. Although, ignoring the stunned looks on the faces of the other two at his right, and the sputtering noises that excaped their mouths, he continued. "Please. It is your duty to prepare them. Not him. Them. They need to realize that, while being fair and open-minded to this matter, they are his hope and means. His jury. Now, go." With a smile, and not a simple and non-contemplative wave of the hand like most of them did without a care of how they departed with their company, Whistler was disposed, gently, outside the wall of their New York gate.

Whistler plucked his jacket and hat from the rock that sat in a corner of the pillars and jagged, cement caving underneath Main Street and donned them both. Turning towards the exit of the poorly lit tunnel he pulled out a white card from his jacket pocket and flipped it over, making sure that the new address was still there. Then, turned it back around and studied the funny looking and poor excuse for an angel on the top of the original. Its time to visit an old friend. Was his thought at he turned to take the ladder up the hole of which he climbed down from.

Part One

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