Word for word, Puck heard and recorded what was being said as the proceedings continued on. He had to concentrate hard, as the list of crimes was lengthy and becoming tedious.
Debauchery was never examined, as the Tribunal were far more concerned with recounts of the sociopathic harm, profiles of perversive pleasures were of no interest to them. Goober and Nervina had fallen asleep.
Puck's script was surprisingly beautiful for one hurried to keep pace with an endless parchment entry. He noted carefully the events and details of each of the accusing.
The area had grown noticeably brighter, and much hotter too. The intensity of the luminaries present could be deemed as they viewed and reviewed the akashic replays, sifting through uncensored scenes in their entirety - right up to the horrifying murder of Marley. There was little sympathy for his situation, after seeing his merciless ruination of others.
Puck could not help himself from thinking constantly of Marley. He had truly hoped that she might have been called into the inquisition - he wanted to hold her, to be with her. He suppressed this emotion and kept to the task at hand.
Eleven days of questioning ensued. Snacks and meals were brought in, but the elves were beginning to get restless and most of the gallery had now gone home.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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