Post by Huka on May 5, 2012 6:27:39 GMT -6
(I was thinking of a good Halo 2-era ending for Til after figuring out the Prophets' Lies from the Oracle itself on High Charity, this is a scene with Til have a good measure of revenge on the one to the 'boss' of the Inquisitors, the Prophet of Inquisition, who have just been beaten by Rakath)
The defendless Prophet tried to work his precious throne but it failed to respond his frantic work, terrified as Rakath approached, reloading his revolver menacingly and purposefully, when he was more than close enough, he clicked its chamber in place with a flick of his wrist.
Lifting his hands as they would protect his face from the Jiralhanae weapon, the once-arrogant Prophet of Inquisition begged pitiful at the Seperatist Leader, "Please, there is no need to kill me. We can come to a very benefical agreement, we can absolve your sins and-"
"Sins? No I believe who ever is our true god, or gods, they have the only true right to absolve me, but I really doubt that you would even be given a chance of such a kindness. You have a judgement to get to, almighty Prophet of Inquisition."
With that, Rakath kicked the San'Shyuum's chair around and forward towards the opened door. Suddenly his sliding stopped and his armrest was crushed by something violet and heavy. Inquisition's eyes grew wide in terror as the figure revealed itself before him like a vengeful wraith from the deepest depths of the thousandth avernus inferno.
Til's cuirass was charred from the Prophet's cannon but didn't pass through him and he could feel his soul being gripped tight as his eyes met with the Inquisitor's ghastly mask.
A clawed hand lifted and slowly pulling it away to reveal the Sangheili's hideous, scarred face. His eyes were wide and hateful, having turned from once emerald green to a sickly bloodred-and-poisonous green color long ago, and his blind eye a orb of glazed colors of his right.
His upper lip quivered as his mandibles severly restrained themselves, moving only when his respirator reacted to his slow, deep, breathing.
"Prophet of Inquisition Dra'Zir, you, your people, and all who follow you, are found guilty of the most heinous heresies; deliberately breaking the Writ of Union, corrupting the Covenant as a whole, directing unjustified genocide to a innocent people, aiding in the murders of countless loyal warriors of the Covenant military, attempting to assassinate a Holy Inquisitor of the Covenant, and worst of all, misguiding the Faithful and corrupting the holy words and relics of the Forerunners for your own selfish gain...amongst a mountain of other crimes." Til cried with a thunderous almost mechanical voice and a stern, and joyful, stare in the Prophet's widening eyes as the words left the Inquisitor's lips.
"With these crime forthright, I find Rakath V'Keelaii and all affiliated with him free of their crimes against the Covenant on the found evidence of perserving the most present of Forerunner relics-the Reclaimers or as the ignorant misguided call them, Parasite, cur, vermin...truly Humans. To ratify my own heinous mistakes and misguided foolishness, I humbly ask the ever-wise warrior before me to accept a deep apology that will only be fully meet with the sentencing of all true heretics." Til said with a kind and compassionate voice of respect that returned after decades of hate.
Despite all his former student have done, Rakath nodded in respect and the Inquisitor gave a relaxed look of peace and graditude before it quickly hardened into the familiar executioner that he have been, thanks to the lies of the Prophets. Staring down at the petrified Prophet, Til's fingers crackled as he bared his claws as if to rip the flesh and muscle from the Prophet's bone as he spoke mockingly, "What is it that you said to me before blasting me off your sanctum, that even a faithful tool is as expendable as a heretical fool?"
The Prophet was in a horrible pinnacle of terror as he tried to speak but could only shake his head in disbelief, and Til rose his body high, casting a terrible shadow over the frightening elder as his mechanical voice thundered, "From this day forth, I-High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai of the Lidless Inquisition-sentence you to the Purification of Pain for a solar cycle before being executed by my hands for your crimes and the Seraphim shall devote all attention and resources to your fellow criminals!"
Dra'Zir was about to speak before the Inquisitor unleashed a ground shaking roar, that would have kill him on the spot before it was a quick one, and with the lightning-fast speed of a snake, he snatched the San'Shyuum from his chair by his throat and sped through the already open door, disappearing off the side of the walkway with the convicted prophet screaming in terror till both disappearing like phantoms.
The defendless Prophet tried to work his precious throne but it failed to respond his frantic work, terrified as Rakath approached, reloading his revolver menacingly and purposefully, when he was more than close enough, he clicked its chamber in place with a flick of his wrist.
Lifting his hands as they would protect his face from the Jiralhanae weapon, the once-arrogant Prophet of Inquisition begged pitiful at the Seperatist Leader, "Please, there is no need to kill me. We can come to a very benefical agreement, we can absolve your sins and-"
"Sins? No I believe who ever is our true god, or gods, they have the only true right to absolve me, but I really doubt that you would even be given a chance of such a kindness. You have a judgement to get to, almighty Prophet of Inquisition."
With that, Rakath kicked the San'Shyuum's chair around and forward towards the opened door. Suddenly his sliding stopped and his armrest was crushed by something violet and heavy. Inquisition's eyes grew wide in terror as the figure revealed itself before him like a vengeful wraith from the deepest depths of the thousandth avernus inferno.
Til's cuirass was charred from the Prophet's cannon but didn't pass through him and he could feel his soul being gripped tight as his eyes met with the Inquisitor's ghastly mask.
A clawed hand lifted and slowly pulling it away to reveal the Sangheili's hideous, scarred face. His eyes were wide and hateful, having turned from once emerald green to a sickly bloodred-and-poisonous green color long ago, and his blind eye a orb of glazed colors of his right.
His upper lip quivered as his mandibles severly restrained themselves, moving only when his respirator reacted to his slow, deep, breathing.
"Prophet of Inquisition Dra'Zir, you, your people, and all who follow you, are found guilty of the most heinous heresies; deliberately breaking the Writ of Union, corrupting the Covenant as a whole, directing unjustified genocide to a innocent people, aiding in the murders of countless loyal warriors of the Covenant military, attempting to assassinate a Holy Inquisitor of the Covenant, and worst of all, misguiding the Faithful and corrupting the holy words and relics of the Forerunners for your own selfish gain...amongst a mountain of other crimes." Til cried with a thunderous almost mechanical voice and a stern, and joyful, stare in the Prophet's widening eyes as the words left the Inquisitor's lips.
"With these crime forthright, I find Rakath V'Keelaii and all affiliated with him free of their crimes against the Covenant on the found evidence of perserving the most present of Forerunner relics-the Reclaimers or as the ignorant misguided call them, Parasite, cur, vermin...truly Humans. To ratify my own heinous mistakes and misguided foolishness, I humbly ask the ever-wise warrior before me to accept a deep apology that will only be fully meet with the sentencing of all true heretics." Til said with a kind and compassionate voice of respect that returned after decades of hate.
Despite all his former student have done, Rakath nodded in respect and the Inquisitor gave a relaxed look of peace and graditude before it quickly hardened into the familiar executioner that he have been, thanks to the lies of the Prophets. Staring down at the petrified Prophet, Til's fingers crackled as he bared his claws as if to rip the flesh and muscle from the Prophet's bone as he spoke mockingly, "What is it that you said to me before blasting me off your sanctum, that even a faithful tool is as expendable as a heretical fool?"
The Prophet was in a horrible pinnacle of terror as he tried to speak but could only shake his head in disbelief, and Til rose his body high, casting a terrible shadow over the frightening elder as his mechanical voice thundered, "From this day forth, I-High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai of the Lidless Inquisition-sentence you to the Purification of Pain for a solar cycle before being executed by my hands for your crimes and the Seraphim shall devote all attention and resources to your fellow criminals!"
Dra'Zir was about to speak before the Inquisitor unleashed a ground shaking roar, that would have kill him on the spot before it was a quick one, and with the lightning-fast speed of a snake, he snatched the San'Shyuum from his chair by his throat and sped through the already open door, disappearing off the side of the walkway with the convicted prophet screaming in terror till both disappearing like phantoms.
