Post by skyeknight on Feb 23, 2017 19:25:38 GMT
"Guilty."
The juror’s announcement rang across the silent hall. Vanitas expected as much. He couldn’t talk his way out of this one. He had literally been caught red handed. His public defender nearly had a heart attack when Vanitas announced how he was pleading. The jury seemed to agree that he had done all the things he had been accused of. But he had done it. Every single crime they charged him with. He had done them all. There was no denying it. It wasn’t worth trying to fight it. All he wanted was to live.
However, during the trial, he wasn’t so sure an emerald bullet to the head was such a bad idea. It would have been a blessing to have that versus listening to the attorneys, the testimony and the evidence. The whole thing was mind numbing – a cruel and unusual punishment if there ever was one. He was already contemplating the thousand ways he could skin his public defender with a pen before the police could stop him. The man truly was an idiot. Vanitas admitted he was guilty, but he was trying to play on the juror’s that Vanitas was a trouble demon who was emotionally traumatized due to a difficult childhood.
Vanitas was none of that. He might have had a morality handicap but he knew exactly what he was doing when he did it. The city used to walk all over him and they were doing it again. With his ‘mental and emotional health’ was thrown out there, he was infuriated. He was absolutely not okay with it but his ‘public defender’ was only looking to get him cleared of all charges, whether Vanitas agreed with them or not. His attorney would have made a good demon. He was a liar and a cheat, but he was walking Vanitas straight into a death sentence if he didn’t shut up.
And it went back and forth between the two lawyers, fighting over whether Vanitas did or didn’t do it. Then he was an ‘unstable member of society’. Listening to them argue back and forth was killing him. It was a few weeks. He almost wished for death. But that would have been a mercy at this point. All he could do was sit there and growl under his breath as his ‘public defender’ dug him deeper and deeper. Then came the arguments of what to do with him. Some said death, some said life with parole or without it.
"No shit, Sherlock." Vanitas uttered.
"The defendant Vanitas Winsor is sentenced to life without parole."
However, Vanitas was ignored. A round of cheers went out over the crowd of people sitting in the courtroom, waiting with baited breath for his punishment. Though they were probably not entirely pleased with the verdict, to them it was still a victory over evil. If only they truly knew evil like Vanitas did. Even the attorney who had fought against him, allowed herself a smile of relief. She had been trying to get him a punishment as harsh as his sentenced allowed. Death. The only thing he would suffer through prison was boredom.
Life? Vanitas snorted. He would serve one human lifetime if he stayed in the prison at all. Busting out wouldn’t be too hard. But really, the demon had no reason to even try to do anything like that. Feared, reviled and hated. He had nothing to come back to in Bellerouge city. He had nothing. He was probably one of the most hated men in the city. Often times that bothered him, but really no one would look past what he was. He was a demon. He was ‘evil’. There was nothing he could do to change their opinions.
He was roughly hauled to his feet and marched past the cheering crowd in the courtroom. Vanitas could see Moses in the crowd, not smiling or cheering like the others. He looked visibly bothered by the sentence. He moved closer like he wanted to say something but Vanitas made a point of ignoring him. That Halfling really was an idiot sometimes. If Pitch or someone saw them talking, even for a few seconds, things could get bad for the half demon. So he opted to glare at him as darkly and threateningly as he could. It seemed to do the trick as Moses’ mouth shut in a sort of startled surprise.
No one would miss him. Vanitas would make sure of it.
But luckily, Vanitas was shoved out of the courtroom by the guards. An orange uniform was provided for him. Silently he changed. He would have to get used to orange instead of his preferred red and black. Disgusting. All of his personal effects had been taking from him but the belongings that truly mattered to him were hidden safe where even the police would not find them. He didn’t trust anyone with those and certainly not the people who would steal them or throw them out to be vindictive.
The police officers bullied him onto a bus with other convicts and criminals. All of them were heading to the same place. But Vanitas was quiet during the whole affair even as he was driven and processed through the prison system. He was even shoved into a cell with one of the prisoners who had been there longer than he had. When the cell slammed shut, Vanitas sighed. He didn’t know what to do anymore. All of his plans to destroy the city that robbed him of his life had failed. He had nothing to keep him going. Just existence.
"Looks like we have fresh meat."
Vanitas looked up. An elf. Heavily tattooed and gruff. The elf sneered down at him. Arrogance dripping off every inch of the being. But it was a guard, not a prisoner. At least Vanitas could count himself as surprised. He thought for sure that some prisoner was going to try to prove to him that they were bigger and badder than a demon could be. But no, a guard… The other prisoner in the cell quickly looked away from the guard – almost as subdued as the little blonde that Vanitas had kidnapped. Power abuser… Vanitas rolled his eyes. Weakling.
"What are you? The welcoming committee?"
It was probably a bad idea to torment one of the guards ‘watching’ over him, but Vanitas had a zero tolerance for stupidity. He actually didn’t have much of a temper for anything these days. He glowered at the guard. If he tried anything, then Vanitas would only add to his body count. What would they do to him? Lock him away for life? Put him on death row? It was harder to kill a demon than it looked and very few people ever accomplished it. Besides, he would make sure that he wouldn’t stay in that cell for very long.
"In a hurry to die boy?"
"No, but you are."
The first thing Vanitas did upon being thrown in jail was pick a fight. It came to no surprise to anyone – including the ugly bruiser that Vanitas targeted. Even with magic dampeners in the air and being unable to call on his shadows, Vanitas still managed to seriously hurt the large brute. The man hadn’t even done anything but look at him before Vanitas pounced. The demon broke the man’s wrist and his nose before he was ‘subdued’. Or rather he willingly let the guards step in and point guns in his face as they ‘separated’ the brawlers.
The end result sent Vanitas to solitary confinement and his ‘opponent’ to the infirmary. But getting sent to solitary had been Vanitas’ goal from the start. He knew that if he remained in ‘general population’ then some upstart gangbanger would try to make a name for himself by ‘taking out’ the big bad demon on the cell block. This just took one step out of the process. If there was nothing Vanitas hated more it was more unnecessary work.
So he was thrown into a cell alone. His food tray was dropped on the floor after him. Vanitas sighed and picked up the messy tray, eating what hadn’t splattered when it fell victim to gravity. He rolled his eyes before eating the shitty food they gave him. It wasn’t exactly five star quality. But it was prison food, he didn’t know what else he expected and really felt stupid for thinking it would actually taste like someone knew how to use spices. They weren’t exactly going to serve steak and caviar for the likes of him.
This was going to be a long stay in prison if every time he wanted to be alone, he had to beat the shit out of someone. He tore off a chunk of bread and looked up at the ceiling. His conversation with Moses, his interview with Pitch, the hearing… His sentencing… It all made him feel rather numb. He didn’t know what to do next for the first time in his life. All of his plans to get back at the city who destroyed the lives of his parents were gone. It all fell apart because of Moses. And he knew he should be mad at the Halfling, but he wasn’t. He didn’t know why he wasn’t but he couldn’t muster any anger.
The more logical half of him was already plotting how he was going to bust out of there. He just needed a little time to figure out the prison’s weaknesses and the guard schedule. But the emotional half, enhanced by the dampeners in the air, was a roaring mess. He didn’t know what to do. He had nothing to escape to, even if he did get away. Maybe he would have gone to Moses at one point, but the Half-demon gave him up to the police. He felt absolutely betrayed, but also knew, he dug his own hole.
"Only sixty more years." Vantias muttered. "Yay."
The juror’s announcement rang across the silent hall. Vanitas expected as much. He couldn’t talk his way out of this one. He had literally been caught red handed. His public defender nearly had a heart attack when Vanitas announced how he was pleading. The jury seemed to agree that he had done all the things he had been accused of. But he had done it. Every single crime they charged him with. He had done them all. There was no denying it. It wasn’t worth trying to fight it. All he wanted was to live.
However, during the trial, he wasn’t so sure an emerald bullet to the head was such a bad idea. It would have been a blessing to have that versus listening to the attorneys, the testimony and the evidence. The whole thing was mind numbing – a cruel and unusual punishment if there ever was one. He was already contemplating the thousand ways he could skin his public defender with a pen before the police could stop him. The man truly was an idiot. Vanitas admitted he was guilty, but he was trying to play on the juror’s that Vanitas was a trouble demon who was emotionally traumatized due to a difficult childhood.
Vanitas was none of that. He might have had a morality handicap but he knew exactly what he was doing when he did it. The city used to walk all over him and they were doing it again. With his ‘mental and emotional health’ was thrown out there, he was infuriated. He was absolutely not okay with it but his ‘public defender’ was only looking to get him cleared of all charges, whether Vanitas agreed with them or not. His attorney would have made a good demon. He was a liar and a cheat, but he was walking Vanitas straight into a death sentence if he didn’t shut up.
And it went back and forth between the two lawyers, fighting over whether Vanitas did or didn’t do it. Then he was an ‘unstable member of society’. Listening to them argue back and forth was killing him. It was a few weeks. He almost wished for death. But that would have been a mercy at this point. All he could do was sit there and growl under his breath as his ‘public defender’ dug him deeper and deeper. Then came the arguments of what to do with him. Some said death, some said life with parole or without it.
"No shit, Sherlock." Vanitas uttered.
"The defendant Vanitas Winsor is sentenced to life without parole."
However, Vanitas was ignored. A round of cheers went out over the crowd of people sitting in the courtroom, waiting with baited breath for his punishment. Though they were probably not entirely pleased with the verdict, to them it was still a victory over evil. If only they truly knew evil like Vanitas did. Even the attorney who had fought against him, allowed herself a smile of relief. She had been trying to get him a punishment as harsh as his sentenced allowed. Death. The only thing he would suffer through prison was boredom.
Life? Vanitas snorted. He would serve one human lifetime if he stayed in the prison at all. Busting out wouldn’t be too hard. But really, the demon had no reason to even try to do anything like that. Feared, reviled and hated. He had nothing to come back to in Bellerouge city. He had nothing. He was probably one of the most hated men in the city. Often times that bothered him, but really no one would look past what he was. He was a demon. He was ‘evil’. There was nothing he could do to change their opinions.
He was roughly hauled to his feet and marched past the cheering crowd in the courtroom. Vanitas could see Moses in the crowd, not smiling or cheering like the others. He looked visibly bothered by the sentence. He moved closer like he wanted to say something but Vanitas made a point of ignoring him. That Halfling really was an idiot sometimes. If Pitch or someone saw them talking, even for a few seconds, things could get bad for the half demon. So he opted to glare at him as darkly and threateningly as he could. It seemed to do the trick as Moses’ mouth shut in a sort of startled surprise.
No one would miss him. Vanitas would make sure of it.
But luckily, Vanitas was shoved out of the courtroom by the guards. An orange uniform was provided for him. Silently he changed. He would have to get used to orange instead of his preferred red and black. Disgusting. All of his personal effects had been taking from him but the belongings that truly mattered to him were hidden safe where even the police would not find them. He didn’t trust anyone with those and certainly not the people who would steal them or throw them out to be vindictive.
The police officers bullied him onto a bus with other convicts and criminals. All of them were heading to the same place. But Vanitas was quiet during the whole affair even as he was driven and processed through the prison system. He was even shoved into a cell with one of the prisoners who had been there longer than he had. When the cell slammed shut, Vanitas sighed. He didn’t know what to do anymore. All of his plans to destroy the city that robbed him of his life had failed. He had nothing to keep him going. Just existence.
"Looks like we have fresh meat."
Vanitas looked up. An elf. Heavily tattooed and gruff. The elf sneered down at him. Arrogance dripping off every inch of the being. But it was a guard, not a prisoner. At least Vanitas could count himself as surprised. He thought for sure that some prisoner was going to try to prove to him that they were bigger and badder than a demon could be. But no, a guard… The other prisoner in the cell quickly looked away from the guard – almost as subdued as the little blonde that Vanitas had kidnapped. Power abuser… Vanitas rolled his eyes. Weakling.
"What are you? The welcoming committee?"
It was probably a bad idea to torment one of the guards ‘watching’ over him, but Vanitas had a zero tolerance for stupidity. He actually didn’t have much of a temper for anything these days. He glowered at the guard. If he tried anything, then Vanitas would only add to his body count. What would they do to him? Lock him away for life? Put him on death row? It was harder to kill a demon than it looked and very few people ever accomplished it. Besides, he would make sure that he wouldn’t stay in that cell for very long.
"In a hurry to die boy?"
"No, but you are."
The first thing Vanitas did upon being thrown in jail was pick a fight. It came to no surprise to anyone – including the ugly bruiser that Vanitas targeted. Even with magic dampeners in the air and being unable to call on his shadows, Vanitas still managed to seriously hurt the large brute. The man hadn’t even done anything but look at him before Vanitas pounced. The demon broke the man’s wrist and his nose before he was ‘subdued’. Or rather he willingly let the guards step in and point guns in his face as they ‘separated’ the brawlers.
The end result sent Vanitas to solitary confinement and his ‘opponent’ to the infirmary. But getting sent to solitary had been Vanitas’ goal from the start. He knew that if he remained in ‘general population’ then some upstart gangbanger would try to make a name for himself by ‘taking out’ the big bad demon on the cell block. This just took one step out of the process. If there was nothing Vanitas hated more it was more unnecessary work.
So he was thrown into a cell alone. His food tray was dropped on the floor after him. Vanitas sighed and picked up the messy tray, eating what hadn’t splattered when it fell victim to gravity. He rolled his eyes before eating the shitty food they gave him. It wasn’t exactly five star quality. But it was prison food, he didn’t know what else he expected and really felt stupid for thinking it would actually taste like someone knew how to use spices. They weren’t exactly going to serve steak and caviar for the likes of him.
This was going to be a long stay in prison if every time he wanted to be alone, he had to beat the shit out of someone. He tore off a chunk of bread and looked up at the ceiling. His conversation with Moses, his interview with Pitch, the hearing… His sentencing… It all made him feel rather numb. He didn’t know what to do next for the first time in his life. All of his plans to get back at the city who destroyed the lives of his parents were gone. It all fell apart because of Moses. And he knew he should be mad at the Halfling, but he wasn’t. He didn’t know why he wasn’t but he couldn’t muster any anger.
The more logical half of him was already plotting how he was going to bust out of there. He just needed a little time to figure out the prison’s weaknesses and the guard schedule. But the emotional half, enhanced by the dampeners in the air, was a roaring mess. He didn’t know what to do. He had nothing to escape to, even if he did get away. Maybe he would have gone to Moses at one point, but the Half-demon gave him up to the police. He felt absolutely betrayed, but also knew, he dug his own hole.
"Only sixty more years." Vantias muttered. "Yay."