Post by Claude Frollo on Nov 27, 2017 12:58:29 GMT -5
For the moment it would appear that he was stuck here, and if he was going to remain stuck in hell, or whatever this strange limbo between the worlds was, he was determined to make the most of it. As he had ventured further into the town he had noticed that more and more people were beginning to arrive in this strange place; and with more people came more trouble. There appeared to be no system in place, no formal leadership and definitely no signs of any kind of law and order which was not wholly unexpected given that it was overrun with demons and other sinful creatures. Baldr, it would appear, was just the first of many, he had learned very quickly that more of that particular ilk was here, however he held out hope that there were others like himself here. Others that walked the path of heaven and knew the lords glory, that would assist him in his deception to the demons and their followers, and bring them back to the light or face the wrath of the lord.
What this place needed…was justice.
Which was why he had been surprised to come across a house of law in his search of the city. It had appeared around a corner in a manner that made him feel like it knew that he had been searching for such a place, that it had heard his prayers and provided. The lord did work in mysterious ways…
The building itself looked like it had not been open in years, large chains still wrapped around the handles of the front door, a statues of blind justice positioned on either side, ever unbiased, ever seeking justice. Walking up the steps to stand in front of it he tested the chains, they were old and rusted but were strong, too strong for him to break the lock by hand. If it had a lock, there must be a key…of course…what he really needed was brute strength.
What he would give for at least one of those idiot Parisian guards beside him now…
What this place needed…was justice.
Which was why he had been surprised to come across a house of law in his search of the city. It had appeared around a corner in a manner that made him feel like it knew that he had been searching for such a place, that it had heard his prayers and provided. The lord did work in mysterious ways…
The building itself looked like it had not been open in years, large chains still wrapped around the handles of the front door, a statues of blind justice positioned on either side, ever unbiased, ever seeking justice. Walking up the steps to stand in front of it he tested the chains, they were old and rusted but were strong, too strong for him to break the lock by hand. If it had a lock, there must be a key…of course…what he really needed was brute strength.
What he would give for at least one of those idiot Parisian guards beside him now…