The naked wild woman paced back and forth in the small, metal cage. Blood covered her mouth and lips, dripping down her body. She touched the bars of the cage and was reppelled violently from them. She hissed loudly in pain. She knew they were enjoying this. The dark eyes which watched her from afar. The tormentors who constantly hounded her and her husband.
"Lauren Spector."
The voice was cold, emotionless. The owner of said was standing directly in front of her, she realized. She had not detected anyone. Why could she not see-the shadows. The shadows were many in this place.
"You are a wild animal. You are in the last moments of your life. You do not deserve to breathe the air on Earth, nor see the light of day. You shall disappear from this world and never reappear in it again. The shadows will envelop you and in the last moments of existence, you will find time to repent your beastial life."
"In accordance with the laws of the inhabitants of the Twilight Realms, I, the Shadow Chancellor, representative of the Unseelie Congress, find you guilty of treason, murder, collusion, and much more."
Edmund Gaunt, the Shadow Chancellor, stepped forward out of the darkness, his hands upraised. Dark patches of shadow matter formed around his hands, tendrils growing outwards as malevolent shapes took form. Lauren Spector hissed and screamed as the shadow beasts devoured her alive as her cage vanished back into the darkness from which it was born.
Gaunt turned to face the indistinct forms of the Congressional gathering. "What of the other Spector, the husband?" One of them asked.
"I have not yet uncovered his location." Gaunt answered still showing no emotion.
"Is this case become too much for your vaunted abilities to handle?" Another Congressional asked.
"I have been the Shadow Chancellor for over six hundred years. I have yet to encounter a case I could not handle." He answered curtly, his manner betraying the first sign of emotion he'd shown in a long while.
"Very well, bring Spector to us. He will face the Tribunal. So mote it be." And with that, the Congress retreated into darkness.
Gaunt sidestepped into a nearby shadow, disappearing only to reappear in an alley adjacent to a busy London street. It was then that his cellphone went off. "Gaunt." He answered, fishing it out of his coat pocket.
"Edmund, you're late." Paragon's voice chided him over the line.
"Am I?" he said, stepping out of a dark corner of Paragon's office as Drake Marshall walked through the door, toweling off his face.
