The Greatest Sinner

Silence hung heavy in the air, though for Lunasia, it was anything but comforting.

For fifteen long minutes, she sat amidst the hushed stillness, her gaze fixed upon her pale fingers folded neatly in her lap. The gaze of the deities bore down upon her in the expansive white chamber adorned with motifs of purity and elements of nature. Positioned at the far end of the lengthy white marble table, she found herself surrounded by ten divine figures, with Johnathan among their ranks.

Lunasia had harbored anger for what felt like an eternity, but now, exhaustion had drained her of any remaining energy to expend on trivial matters. Thus, she waited patiently, her curiosity about her impending punishment tempered by a sense of detachment, knowing she had all the time in the world.

Meanwhile, the deities found themselves in a state of bewilderment and shock, confronted with the incongruity of such beauty and delicacy housed within a being capable of monstrous deeds beyond comprehension. And yet, there she sat before them, poised to be judged as the greatest sinner, only after her father.

"Ahem," the head deity golden with golden-rimmed glasses and grey hair cleared his throat, signaling the commencement of the proceedings. "I believe it is time for us to address the matter of Lunasia Cecil Morningstar's punishment, as decreed by our divine authority. We are gathered here today to bear witness to this pivotal moment, marking it as a day of pre-judgment for Lunasia. She shall be allowed to atone for her transgressions by enduring a punishment that will span the remainder of her days."

As the head deity spoke from his prominent position at the head of the table, golden pots of ink materialized on either side of him and the other deities occupying the table through wisps of shimmering white magic, accompanied by golden quills, ready to be employed in the solemn proceedings.

However, instead of the expected items, a golden tray adorned with feathers materialized before Lunasia. Upon it rested a silver knife adorned with white jewels and a golden quill. Though the tray's contents differed from those provided to others, Lunasia refrained from questioning the discrepancy, choosing instead to await clarification.

"Lunasia Cecil Morningstar, we hereby declare your punishment," announced the head deity, rising from his seat. As he spoke, a golden document materialized in the air before him, its surface shimmering with a radiant golden light. The ancient script began to inscribe itself upon the parchment, known to all denizens of both heaven and hell alike. Lunasia listened intently, prepared to face the consequences of her actions.

Lunasia remained impassive, her gaze fixed elsewhere as the head deity began to speak. There was no hesitation in her demeanor, nor did she betray any emotion; she seemed enveloped in an eerie sense of detachment.

Meanwhile, the man proceeded to recite the words inscribed upon the parchment, which continued to manifest before them in a mesmerizing display of golden, shadowy dust.

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"IN THE NAME OF DIVINE JUSTICE!

To the Sinner Who Have Strayed from the Path of Righteousness,

In the presence of the divine and bound by the laws of the cosmos, we, the emissaries of {GOD}, hereby address those who have transgressed against the sacred order. Let it be known that our words carry the weight of the Heavens, and our judgment is as immutable as the stars that adorn the firmament.

NOW, THE DECLARATION OF TRANSGRESSION:

It is with solemnity and clarity that we delineate the offenses committed against the divine will. Without prejudice or favor, we enumerate the sins that have tainted the souls of the errant:

{THE ELIMINATION OF SIX CENTURIES}.

DESCRIPTION: The transgressor had erased the entire six centuries from history, spanning from the 13th century to the 18th century, leaving no race untouched by her wrath. Consequently, these epochs came to be known as the 'ERAS OF TRAGEDY.'

HEREBY, WE DECLARE THE DIVINE DECREE:

Under the divine mandate and the eternal laws governing existence, we hereby proclaim the following:

I. {The sinner in question is Lunasia Ceil Morningstar, known as the sole offspring of Satan, Lucifer Morningstar. Despite her lineage, she carries no burden of her heart within her, for it is dead by birth. However, fate has decreed a prophecy that binds her to a human heart, one that will reside within a mortal vessel. Should this human heart cease to beat, rendering her powers useless, Lunasia's fate will be intricately tied to theirs, ensuring her death upon their passing}.

II. {The transgressor would also be tasked with assuming the mantle of the 'Monarch' within the realm of the supernatural. Their duty would be to foster and maintain peace between humanity and the denizens of the night}.

III. {The sole path to redemption lies in shouldering the burden of the prophecy placed upon you, a weight that you must carry for the entirety of your days}.

IV. {Should you falter on your path to endure the punishment, you will find yourself barred from both the realm of humans and the depths of Hell, condemned instead to suffer in the torment of the seventh level of the underworld of Heaven}.

Let us proceed to,

THE FINAL WARNING:

Let this document stand as a testament to the unwavering resolve of the Head Deity {Silas Ezra} and a beacon of warning to the sinner who would dare defy the divine order. Take heed, for the consequences of your actions shall be swift and absolute."

SIGNED AND SEALED BY THE BLOOD SIGNATURE OF THE SINNER:

{LUNASIA CECEIL MORNINGSTAR}.

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"Lunasia Cecil Morningstar, it is now your turn to affix your signature to the document," proclaimed the head deity, having recited its contents to the assembled audience.

As the document materialized before her, bearing the weight of her lifetime sentence, Lunasia could feel nothing but a surge of anger coursing through her veins. The terms outlined within were far from acceptable to her, igniting a fiery defiance within her once more. Succumbing to the overwhelming rage that consumed her, she acted under her tumultuous emotions.

Abruptly, the once-still surroundings erupted into chaos.

The towering ceiling, expansive windows, and sturdy floor quaked violently, causing the ground beneath them to splinter and crack, unleashing torrents of flames.

Amidst the tumult, the head deity's voice rang out, pleading for cessation, warning of the sanctity of their surroundings. However, their attempts to intervene ceased as their gaze fell upon a magnificent sight; a colossal black crown adorned with crimson jewels, emerging from the earth amidst swirling flames, resembling a garden of blossoming roses. The spectacle captivated all who beheld it until the flames receded, veiling the crown in a cloak of shimmering crimson shadows. From within its depths emerged a striking black and golden sword, its blade adorned with intricate Victorian designs, ensconced within a smaller black crown atop its hilt, which housed a luminous crimson jewel.

Following the emergence of the sword, Lunasia rose from her seat and strode purposefully towards the imposing crown, its sheer size dominating the space around it. With determined steps, she approached the ornate throne-like structure, where the sword had been firmly lodged into the ground, encircled by the majestic crown.

As Lunasia extracted the sword from its resting place, the smaller crown surrounding it dissipated into tendrils of shimmering crimson smoke. Simultaneously, the grand crown itself was engulfed in a swirling inferno of crimson flames, gradually fading away until nothing remained but a residue of glimmering crimson dust.

"Did you truly believe I would acquiesce to this punishment and entrust my fate to a mere mortal?" Lunasia queried, her gaze ablaze with dark crimson intensity as she aimed her sword toward the head deity from where she stood.

Amidst the gathered assembly, a mix of astonishment and disbelief washed over them, their eyes fixed upon her in stunned silence.