At one point Devin thought he needed to run to the cathedral to find out where Doc was taken. The next thing he knew was total darkness- and that when he woke up that he had a throbbing headache. He was inside the cathedral now. ‘It’s a start I guess’ Devin said. He thought to himself ‘they made a huge mistake not gagging me, because the next poor fool that enters this floor is ‘gonna get it’. Not that he could cast anything; he was bound by heavy chains with his fingers isolated in separate rings. He was more worried about the sinking feeling in his stomach. Whatever it was- it was inhibiting his ability to spit out an incantation.
Devin heard footsteps approach. He began to smile as the inquisitor approached him and began to speak.
‘You are in the presence of a God- and I would expect you to compose yourself in this holy home’.
‘Yes, your highness?’ Devin said. ‘You wouldn’t even pass as a street cleaner let alone-‘
A wave of power choked his throat- an invisible one. Devin gasped for breath- unable to control the drool and spittle leaving his mouth.
‘Apparently I did not make myself clear, heathen. You are in my God’s house and you WILL respect him’. The Inquisitor released the grip on his throat.
‘You’re such an inviting host, what is there to respect’?
The Inquisitor walked up to the poor man and punched him in the stomach. It felt like Devin was punched so hard that his innards liquefied.
‘Plenty, you fool. You will answer our questions before your trial.’
As much as Devin wanted to respond- his gut hurt too much to breathe in a normal amount of air. His grin disappeared. A curtain arose- and a group of 7 men and 2 women appeared sitting at a dais. Some were dressed in plate armor with their weapons on them. Some of them were in priestly robes- but Devin could not make out their faces.
‘What is your connection to Docremeneus, the caster?’
Devin let out an ‘et’ sound. His diaphragm hurt to utter anything else.
‘Where is the source of his power?’ ‘Where and when did you learn the art of teleportation’? ‘What is your primary objective, and who your handler is?’ the Inquisitor said.
‘You hit him so hard in the gut that he can’t speak, fool’ one of the men in robes spoke.
‘Gaius!’ the Inquisitor replied. ‘It is fairly obvious that this… thing… is refusing to answer my questions by showing me the utmost contempt’.
‘You know we are both equals’ Gaius said. ‘Let him recover for some time so we can at least get a response- blasphemy or not.’
‘His insolence cannot be tolerated!’
‘And the council agrees that your prodding makes you a fool!’
The man, grumbling moved back to his seat on the dais. It was Gaius’s turn to speak.
‘Young man- you are a threat to our order and to the nation. For generations we have forbid the taste of magic- and you have spoiled that prohibition with your curiosity. Did anyone ever tell you that curiosity kills the cat? We need you alive and well enough to speak during this interrogation. We will leave you alone for a few hours to recover. Then I want answers.’
The curtain fell and the figures of the council disappeared. Devin felt extreme unease for once- not knowing how long ‘a few hours’ was, or what the Inquisitor was talking about. ‘There must be something more to this if they think I am an agent’ he thought. ‘Except I don’t know how I am going to get out of this one. What can I tell them that will satisfy a religious bigot and a man who wears too hard of a boot?’
Devin then learned what utter despair felt like. For his entire life he believed in himself to get him through any situation. Except this time- he was chained up and powerless to stop the very thing he loathed. He could not move his fingers, most of his body or recite an incantation that could save him. Devin then learned about an entirely new monstrosity- true fear. The fear did not come about by what the council would do to him, but by the fact that an invisible surface, that felt like a finger- was touching his lips as he felt a breath of wind move past him. It was this he feared- for whatever magic power it wielded- it was foreign to him and the amount of it was enormous.