"Velentham Arenfeld," said a deep baritone voice. Velentham looked down at himself. He was once more drapped in the trappings of his world - healthy skin glowing golden, long wings flowing down his back, a simple white robe belted and draped from his tall, slender frame. He looked up to see a long desk high above him at which was seated thirteen Celestials. Velentham knelt in a deep bow. The calm that radiated from being home was already beginning to soothe him. "You have arrived here after a death. You have been charged with three counts of mortal murder, coercion, kidnapping, and brutality."
"No..." Velentham said, standing up in a bit of a panic. "I had a mortal woman I wished to bring before you, to have her petition, she was to bear my child, we were all to be Celestial."
"Velentham Arenfeld," spoke a lilting female voice. "You used your powers to push this woman. To pry her from her family, to slay her unborn infant to replace it with your own."
"No, I didn't... that's now how I intended..."
"Velentham Arenfeld," spoke a high-pitched male voice. "You have been a bane to our race. We were forced to endure questioning at the hands of the Rilmani. We suffered to send one of our own to watch over you and his findings were more devious and diabolical than we could ever have imagined."
"I... it wasn't meant to be, she was supposed to be with me. She loved me!"
"Velentham Arenfeld," came a drawn female's voice. "Rather than upholding the principles of the Celestial people, keeping your ire for those of evil, you willingly spread them to an exile and the mortals around him."
"My cousin isn't worth our thought!" Velentham spat, his anger rising.
"Velentham Arenfeld," came a soothing tenor. "You were a burden before ever you caused the death of your father-"
"I didn't kill him!" Velentham snarled. "Gilean did! Eosos!"
"-and we allowed him to protect you in the pocket of planar energies he constructed to keep your rage contained. However, by your actions-"
"I did nothing! This is Eosos' fault! He took what was rightfully mine!"
"-you have proven yourself to be one of the lowest Celestials, unfit to remain in Elysium."
"No!! You can't do this to me!!"
"Velentham Arenfeld," spoke the baritone once more. "Your sentence has been agreed upon, and you are to be delivered to the realm of Gehenna from this time until time indefinite for your crimes against the Celestial race, against the will of the tribunal, and against the lesser souls of the material plane."
"No..." Velentham whispered, his face horrified.
"This sentence is to begin immediately. Your time with the shimmering souls of Elysium is at a close. Berentas, escort Arenfeld to his new home."
Velentham felt the thick hands grip his arm and his knees gave way. He stared up at the tribunal, open mouthed. "No... you can't do this... I am Velentham Arenfeld, I cannot be placed in the midst of demons... I am a Celestial!"
"A fact," came the tenor, "that brings shame upon the very name."
In a flash of light, Velentham was whisked to the edge of Gehenna. His escort, Berentas, looked him over with the eyes of a garbage man finally delivering his payload to the dump. In another flash, Berentas was gone, and Velentham stared out into the boiling landscape of the lesser hell. It would be his view for eternity.
