"Well, er, I have been praying whilst we were drinking our tea together - and then it came to me ... the answer is simple when you know it” he leaned forward further, knocking over the milk jug, banging his fist on the table.
"The Tribunal of Horus.”
"Horus?" asked Goober.
"Horus?" echoed Nervina looking at Puck, with his best 'let’s get out of here fast' sideways expression.
Puck reflected back to the epoch just after the great continent's fall. There had been a period of the Earth's history where the darker wizards had been expelled. They were held accountable for the travails of the Earth and exiled from the realm and its neighbouring spheres. Outcast through the power of the demi-gods who were more ancient and powerful than even they.
He had taken part in the original court as one of the chief notetakers, but had not been called back into that higher world since.
The one prerequisite for this was a heart that had been used by the Demon, to be examined, as to the true substance of his nature. It was then that Puck realized that they had exactly what was needed to summon a judgement on Forsythe and be rid of him once and for all.
"You boys better take the back door,” said Barnabus "while I delay them."
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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