Two Days Ago
If Rainier l'Eros thought being imprisoned in Heaven would be any different than being imprisoned on Ayther, he was quickly disabused of the notion as he was ordered into a cell within the lowest levels of the Black Tower.
Auriciel Victoriam sneered as he received a syringe-like device from the warden - more like a black bottlecap with needles sticking out of it. Part of him felt that it was too little punishment, inhibiting the functions of Rainier's godflesh. But the moment he slaped the inhibitor in place, just over the man's heart, there was a satisfying gasp and groan as Rainier collapsed under the weight of his own body.
"Feels terrible, doesn't it," Auriciel said, watching as the white flesh began to turn grey. "You relied too much on godflesh, and look where it got you.
