December smiled, her icy blue eyes twinkling more brightly, then she gently moved Lynexia aside and held out a hand, her Mana causing the air to crackle.

"It's not a stretch to call you a demigod sweetie." Lynexia said from the side, and December took a moment to realize Lynexia gave the same sensation Cearis, Ephy, Cixona, and even Eena did. The same unsurmountable feeling she felt from the glass throne.

"You're a goddess?!" December said with a bit of shock! Vanity said Lynexia was strong, but December didn't know Lynexia was full blown Divine!

"Not usually? Unlike those guys, I like to manage the Blood Clan in the various worlds we inhabit. Ephy usually creates them, and I enjoy helping them grow." Lynexia said, her crimson eyes becoming a gorgeous shade of purple.

"But my title outside of my hobby is the Goddess of Eternity, I usually govern time related occupations." Lynexia said and smiled, her pupils turning into a symbol, ∞, and her presence became so incomprehensible even December felt her mind beginning to spin.

"Don't worry, I have no doubt about what you'll do. You are my youngest daughter, no matter the choice, you decide!" Lynexia's voice reverberated through the skies, and December looked at the huge city below.

"For an uncountable number of years, I wanted to pay you back for the wrong things you've done... The day's here now." December reached out and her position in space was shifted.

Instead of open skies, she was in a majestic throne room, with a young man sitting on the throne, with dozens of people standing before him, and all had similar presences to the Blood Clan.

"Who are you?! Daring to intrude upon His Majesty's throne room? Impudent!" A man wearing armor said and drew his sword, at December.

...

The girl's soft white hair and icy blue eyes staring at them made their hearts thump, not just because of her beauty, but instead that the blood in their veins couldn't help but race in her presence.

"My name is December Nyx Valaine, Second Princess of the Blood Clan, and I want reparations for the people of my clan you killed one thousand three hundred years ago, the reason you're still alive." Her voice was soft and cool, like an autumn breeze, but her eyes were resolute.

"Please don't deny your actions, the cruelty of it, I experienced first hand. Attacking me will only cause your demise, as well as all of your subjects. This is the only warning I will give. Do you understand?" Her words were respectful and polite, but the contents made everyone's eyes widen.

"Thirteen hundred years ago, possessed by greed and ambition to overcome your short lifespans, you came up with the idea to take our blood and use it to prolong your own lives, and as a result, many of our people died, people who lived simple lives." December then looked at the crowd, then appeared at the end of the hall, dodging a sword slicing where she had been less than a moment before.

"Since you don't believe me, I will allow this error to slide, but actions have a price." She gently tapped the ground with her foot, and the world seemed to undulate as something formed from nothingness behind her.

She sat on the throne made of diamond and ice, dazzlingly beautiful and icy cold. Enchanting yet always distant, engraved on the large sword stabbed into the ground besides it was a pair of scales.

"I do not represent justice, but Ajudication. Sitting on My throne, My words represent the world, and all of My judgements. Will. Be. Executed." At her words, she looked at the man, her eyes clear of anything like anger or animosity.

"Thirteen hundreds years ago, you led the invasion of the Blood Clan's lands. Just now, you attempted to use force against Me, you are accused of holding this trial in contempt. Do you plead guilty?" December's words were calm, but cold, bitingly so.

"N-n-" He couldn't speak, his words failed him. He remembered vividly the scenes of that time, and his words couldn't leave his lips, he couldn't justify nor defend himself.

"Then I rule you guilty. You are hereby sentenced to death. In the end, death isn't as final as you'd think, you would have had chances had your greed and cruelty not have gotten the best of you, alas..." December shook her head mournfully and then placed her hand on the massive sword hilt.

"This death, will be true, and you will have no second chances. The idea of you after this moment ends, in no world will you exist, you have received your ruling, do you have anything to say in your defense?" December asked, her eyes staring down at the man from above, much like he did all those years ago when he slaughtered the towns and villages of the Blood Clan.

"I-I-" In the end, his words failed him. He couldn't justify himself, he couldn't comfort himself and tell her they were monsters, even the attempts left him dazed.

"Then My ruling is now in effect. But before you are erased, you will experience what they have before you fade." At her words, the man wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn't. The sword which had been embedded into the ground vanished and appeared above the man, like a sword of damocles.

The sword descended, and swept past him. His body and soul were wiped away, and the flashes of pale eerie purple and black light left behind that slowly faded made everyone feel a sense of dread, knowing that the man was gone.

"There are thirty six people present. One has been sentenced by Me, can the next person step forward?" December spoke as the sword reappeared embedded in the ground once more.

"You! Why do we need to be judge-?!" His words didn't finish as he found himself on his knees before the throne, unable to even raise his head.

"This isn't judgement, this is Ajudication. I, sitting on the Throne, adjudicate in their place. Since you've spoken, you are now on trial." December's voice was final.

"You had no hand in their murders directly, but you urged the situation, driven by greed. Over thirteen centuries, you've killed humans and others alike, drinking blood to acquire power..." December's words rang through the city, and everyone stopped and listened.

"The numbers are above a thousand, women and girls. It's a shame, but you must now be sentenced." December leaned forward and gazed down at the man's shivering body.

"All things must be repaid eventually. I guarantee this. You will experience what your victims have and all those who have grieved for them. This is My ruling." December's voice echoed across space and the man's eyes seemed as if he were enduring some unspeakable pain, then the sword flickered past and the air was filled with ominous cracking and hissing sounds.

"Next." December looked at the crowd, then at the king who stared at her with eyes filled with various emotions. She looked at the people below and smiled, one that made the world seem to light up.

"In this case, no one wants to be sentenced. Then let's put it this way. Outside, there are thousands of people, maybe even hundreds of thousands, throughout your lands." December then crossed her legs and supported her chin with a hand.

"They can hear me, and now I offer you this chance. In your place, will you allow your people to die?" December's words reached everyone's ears, all across the kingdom, covering distances upwards of tens of miles.

"You don't have to hide your thoughts, if you don't speak, I won't know." December said and looked at everyone, who's expressions became grim.

"Do you promise not to harm me if I agree? You want to vent right? Then go ahead, I-" The noble man's words came to a stop when December raised a hand lightly.

"I can tell, you all put yourselves above everyone else's own lives. In the end, you'd rather sacrifice them rather than yourselves, right?" December looked at the king who gritted his teeth and glared back.

"I can offer you a deal." Her voice was light and gentle, but the words were full of implications. She looked at the king who smiled in anger.

"What is it? My life?!" His anger simply failed to get any expression and December then waved a hand and the walls of the castle inexplicably vanished.

"Look at your kingdom, built upon the sacrifices of countless others, people who were unwilling to die for your selfishness." December looked at the people who all looked in the direction of the castle.

"I don't accept your deal. If I die, what good is this kingdom? In the end, it's best if we are all destroyed!" His laugh was manic, and his eyes when he looked at December were full of contempt.

"So you'd rather your people join you in death, instead of sacrificing for them?" December's voice echoed gently, and the king scoffed, ignoring the looks of his subjects.

"Greed is truly inescapable. Your people may have profited from the slaughter one thousand three hundred years ago, but I will sentence you and those who hold their blood regardless." December then stroked the sword hilt and the throne room was submerged in black and purple twisting space, constantly breaking and reforming.

"In the name of those of the Blood Clan who died thirteen hundred years ago, in this king's pursuit of longevity, I sentence you and those who hold their blood to death." The sword vanished, appearing in the skies as a thousand feet tall sword, a beam of light expanding on the blade point angled downwards.

"I shall sentence you all to nothingness. You will know what those who've you made suffer felt. And in the end, the nothingness that follows may be a relief to you." The sword shook and fell, the air screaming and wailing as the energy swept past like an endless storm.

"And you, it seems you were unfortunate to be involved in this. I will take the blood of our people from you, if you wish to become a member of the Blood Clan one day, I won't object." December's words entered the ears of the woman who had the Blood Clan's blood she had nearly bisected that day.

"Unlike the others, you sought to ease their suffering. They asked me to spare you, so I shall." As December's words ended, the originally suspended body functions began to move again, resuming from the time she had gotten the blood.

"Goodbye." December looked at the king and his group, and then they were gone, removed from the world so thoroughly space couldn't immediately repair the damage to the world. 

"As for you people, you should find refuge in the other kingdoms, or you'll simply be enslaved and killed." December's throne vanished along with her, and she appeared in a strange place filled with hazy mists and clouds.

"December!" Vanity tackled December into a soft ocean that had appeared at some point, then she glared at December and waved her fists threateningly.

"If you think you can push me away again! I'll beat you up if you dare to think it!" December couldn't help but nod and pulled Vanity into a hug, feeling her older sister stiffen slightly, then relax into her arms.

"I'm glad you're okay little sis." Vanity said while December felt her body trembling slightly, so she held her and waited for her to calm down.

"I'm glad you still call me little sis. But I'm older than you mentally, so I think I can be the big sist-" December was then shaken left and right by an angry Vanity who insisted quite adamantly that she was the older one.