The prosecution stands to start their next phase of attack when suddenly a buzzer goes off.
The judge stands, announcing that the court will now break and will resume after halftime before he leaves.
The prosecution stands and exits the courtroom. The defense gives Cordayl his Tiger Woods impression and leaves after. Cordayl is escorted out, and the people in attendance start to exit as well.
The minute the doors open, people from the outside burst in to try to see Cordayl, curse Cordayl, or steal a seat for the second half of the trial.
Of course, Cordayl just ignores them as he is slowly pushed out of the courtroom for his lunch break.
The judge enters his chambers and is surprised to see someone waiting in his office. He hides his reaction, hangs his robe up, and asks who the man is.
"My name is not important, only my position in life. You are unaware of this, but I, too, am a judge of the judiciary. Although I am far from my province, my services have been requested here today." The man explains, shaking hands with the judge in his all-white gloves.
"Okay." The judge sits, motioning for the man to do the same. 'Well, why have your services been requested, and what do they have to do with me?" The judge asks.
"My superiors have been watching this trial as I am sure most of the country is, if not the world. The most infamous terrorist of the generation is here to face justice, and surprisingly, he isn't looking like the monster he has been reputed to be." The man informs him.
"There seems to be some interesting layers to this case. I'll admit, I was expecting a quick trial. The boy didn't even have a lawyer appointed to him at first." The judge says, pulling out a cigar box.
The judge offers one to the man, who's eyes light up as he takes one.
As they both light and smoke their cigars, the man's smoke is noticeably thicker than the judges, but after a few puffs, the man continues the conversation.
"That's exactly the problem. How does a boy predetermined to lose this case suddenly have a chance of winning it? To me and my superiors, this is simply unacceptable."
"Predetermined?" The judge questions.
"Yes, predetermined. Cordayl's doom is cemented. After this case, he shall cease to exist to the world, except in memory."
"Look," The judge sits up, "I don't know who your successors are, but nothing is predetermined in a trial of court. Especially not in a court I am officiating. Understand?"
"Clearly." The man agrees, taking one final pull from the cigar as he lets out a crazy amount of smoke into the room, covering the entire floor of the office.
"It is you who does not understand. In a courtroom under your control, a man who deserves death is receiving sympathy. A man who should be seen as a terrorist is being seen as misunderstood. A man who the people should unanimously agree should be under the rebar of a prison, that same man the people are questioning if he deserves freedom." The man monologues.
The judge looks at him unmoved, but what he doesn't notice is that the smoke that was once on the floor has now morphed into smoke figures behind him.
"What you fail to understand is that I am not here to sway you to push the odds in our favor. The odds have always been in our favor. I'm here to tell you that your services are no longer needed, as I will be taking over the rest of the proceedings of this trial."
"Over my dead b-." The judge's words are cut off as he is grabbed by the smokey figures and choked out.
"Your death may not have been predetermined, but do not tempt me. Take a nap and wake up assured that the job was done exactly as it should have been." The man says, standing and adjusting his suit before putting on the judge's robes.
Everyone fills back into their seats as the buzzer goes off, indicating that the second half of the trial is about to begin.
The prosecution and defense sort through their evidence, preparing to return to battle when the judge finally walks in.
The courtroom is shocked to see a new judge sitting in the chair. Before he can bang the gavel, the defense asks where the prior judge is.
"He had an unforeseen family emergency, and I have been asked to see over the rest of this trial. Now my time is precious to me, so if there are no complaints,"
"I have a complain-"
"Let the trial resume!" The new judge bangs the gavel, cutting the defense lawyer off.
The prosecution wastes no time, and their first move is to call a witness.
The doors burst open, and in floats Nova-Lord, who captured Cordayl. He waves to his fans and smiles at the cameras as he flies to the witness box.
"Thank you for your time today, sir. If you don't mind, please state your name for the court records."
"Of course. I am Nova-Lord. Defender and champion of the country." He proudly boasts.
"Yes, you are. And can you tell me how you know the man in question today?"
"Of course," Nova-Lord clears his throat. "I know Cordayl because I have tirelessly been trying to bring him to justice since he has resurfaced." The man gets a painful flashback of Cordayl punching him in the face. "Recently only being successful in catching him after he put up a tremendous fight in the Youtound Kingdom." Nova-Lord says, rubbing the scar on his face that was given to him by Cordayl.
"Yes, you did." The prosecution continues to glaze. "Speaking of the fight in the Youtound Kingdom, how many people were at that battle?"
"I would say over a couple thousand warriors and heroes, " Nova-Lord answers, eliciting a reaction from the audience.
"That's a lot of men to go against one adversary, wouldn't you agree?"
"In normal situations, yes, but going against the Diablo, the extra men were essential. I was only in attendance in case he proved to be too overwhelming,". The scene cuts to Nova-Lord repeatedly hitting Cordayl with his strongest punch and a face full of animosity. "Which indeed he was."
"Yes, along with much of the country, I heard accounts of that day. Much admiration to the brave who showed up that day in the name of justice."
Flashes of the battle, showing Cordayl's strengthened skin breaking swords that tried to pierce him, breaking into pieces off of his flesh. Weapons dodged seconds before contact and swung hard enough to crack the earth they landed on. Cordayl jumping out of explosions and sustaining gunfire in his battle goes through Nova-Lord's head as he sits in the stand.
Realizing he hasn't been paying attention, Nova-Lord ask the lawyer to repeat the question.
"Just how many sons and fathers did we lose that day?"
"One." Nova-Lord answers.
"Just one?" The prosecutor asks, surprised.
"Yes, Cordayl actually saved-"
The prosecution quickly interrupts Nova-Lord before he can finish his sentence. "No further questions, your Honor."
"I have a few." The defense quickly stands up. As he moves to talk to Nova-Lord, he is shoulder-bumped by the prosecutor. "You mentioned that only one person was injured in the battle. In a massive battle against such a deadly enemy, how is it that only one person gets killed?"
"That is because Cordayl saved us, " Nova-Lord answers, causing more shock from the audience.
"Wow, that's unexpected. And what did he save you from? Himself?" Some of the audience members laugh, causing the judge to bang his gavel in silence.
"The Diablo noticed a mountain heading towards the earth, specifically on our location, and slowed down its descent long enough for every warrior except one to escape harm's way." Nova-Lord admits.
"Thank you for your honesty. Wait, you said a mountain?"
"Yes, a mountain."
"Damn. No further questions, your Honor. How does a mountain end up in space?" the defense asks himself as he retakes his seat.
"I have one last question." The prosecutor jumps up. "This one casualty, was it a result of the meteor falling?"
"I don't think so." Nova-Lord says.
"You don't think so? And what do you think?"
"Objection. Speculation." The defense argues.
"Overruled." The judge replies.
"Well, I flew back over the scene to make sure there wasn't anyone caught up in the wreckage. That's when I noticed it was a mountain, not a meteor. As I continued to survey the area, I noticed the rock mass split in half. Descending the crevice, I found one man dead, brutally split in half, and the Diablo unconscious." Nova-Lord explains.
"Safe to assume the Diablo killed him?"
"If you believe one plus one equals two." Nova-Lord answers, winning laughter and a bang of the gavel from the judge.
"No further questions. Thank you for your time again, Mr. Nova-Lord." The prosecutor sits down.
The defense stands, "I'd like to call in my next witness at this time."
Everyone turns around, anticipating the doors opening to reveal the next person to enter the trial, but they never do.
Grumbles go around the courtroom as the witness never arrives. The judge grows impatient, loudly tapping his desk as the defense sits there, quietly panicking.
"Well, the defense can continue to wait on ghosts, but if your honor doesn't mind, my next witness is here and ready." The prosecution pushes.
"Please, the defense is about to be charged for wasting my time, " the judge threatens.
"Thank you, judge. Ma'am, if you don't mind coming up," The prosecutor says to no one in particular.
A shy woman politely makes her way through the seated and walks up to the stand. She doesn't take her eyes off Cordayl until the prosecutor speaks to her.
"If you will, please state your name, ma'am." The prosecution asks.
"Ohh uhm, I am Cassie Ullyss, daughter of Dr. Ullyss," getting a response from the crowd at her answer.
"Can I assume that is the famous Dr. Ullyss, whose research has led to many of our medicinal and scientific discoveries over the last three decades?"
"It is." She answers.
"Right. And what is the correlation between you and the defendant?"
"I lived with Cordayl for a year after my father took him in."
"Took him in? From what?"
"I don't really know. My father said Cordayl had nowhere else to go and needed a home. So my family took him with open arms and loved him like he was one of us." She says, looking at Cordayl, whose head is still down.
"How nice of him to open his home to a stranger like that. And how was your father repaid for his kindness?"
"The last I saw my father, he was shot in the stomach for trying to protect Cordayl. He was rushed off to the Youtound Kingdom, and we never heard from him again." Cassie tells them, lowering her head.
"Objection, Cordayl didn't shoot the Doctor." The defense says.
"Overruled." The judge states, allowing the sympathy tactic to succeed.
The prosecution hands Cassie a handkerchief so that she may clean herself up. "I understand that this is your first time seeing the Diablo in person since that day, correct?"
"It is." She answers.
"Is there anything you would like to say to him before I dismiss you?"
"Objection!"
"Overruled!" The judge states.
"Uhm, Cordayl, the boy I met all those years ago, while feral and savage, was kind and sweet. You came into a home full of love, robbed it, and left us with nothing but pain.
"The monster you are now, bringing death and destruction everywhere you walk. Whatever the judge decides is too good for you." Cassie concludes with a look of disgust on her face as she stands and returns to her seat.
The crowd is silent, and the defense knows that the momentum has completely swung in his opponent's favor. "I have another witness, your Honor."
"Let's hope they arrive this time, " the judge says as he looks at the clock on the wall. You have three minutes, and then I will make my final judgment."
An unidentified man and a woman are walking up to the courtroom when they notice two people being pushed away from the court doors by two Smokey figures, denying them access.
The clock ticks down, and the defense is out of time. The judge sighs and gets ready to deliver his final verdict.
"Anyway, this trial has been a good one, but I rule in the favor of the prosecution. Cordayl, also known as the Diablo, I hear by sentence you to death. Your infamy continues to grow as you will be the first death sentence this century, but it is a well-deserved punishment. Your actions on this earth, the pain you have inflicted on its citizens, and the scars you have left on the hearts of millions are unforgivable.
"While your death will be quick, I pray you continue to suffer in hell. It brings me, and many more, pleasure and peace of mind, knowing that the bang of this gavel will be the end of your villainy. I would say pray for forgiveness, but no god will hear you. Dismissed." The judge bangs his gavel.
As soon as he does, the doors burst open. In walks the royal siblings, gleaming in regality. The whole courtroom stands as the sister gracefully walks up to Cordayl.
The judge tries to intervene, but the moment he opens his mouth, the brother has his blade drawn and pointed at his face.
The princess looks at Cordayl with so much sadness and puts her hand up to his face.
As his head lifts just enough for her to see his eyes, a look of utter disgust overtakes her pretty face. Slapping him, she wipes her hand on someone's shirt as she storms out.
The brother is shocked at the reaction, but follows his angry sister out of the courtroom.
The witnesses run up to the defense, but he tells them it is too late. The judgment has already been decided, and they have lost.
Cut to a news reporter who stammers, "And there you have it, folks. That look from the princess says it all. The monster the Diablo, is to die in the name of justice. I'm Stacey, bringing you the biggest and best stories around the globe, signing off." He concludes as Cordayl is wheeled out of the courtroom.