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Edward stared at Ivy, Phoebe, Sara, Ebony and Loki in disbelief as they glared at him. He never thought that his powers as a vampire could easily give him away in this palace. He was starting to panic since he could probably be executed if they voted correctly. He thought of the other Cullens who were anxiously waiting for him back at home.

"So," asked Loki, "have you reached your verdict?"

"We have, your honor," nodded Phoebe.

"Then cast your vote," advised Loki, "who is the villain of the palace? Will your answer be correct or will your answer be wrong?"

Ivy, Phoebe, Sara and Ebony flipped through the names using the switches on the stand. While Ivy, Phoebe and Ebony eagerly cast their vote, Sara hesitated for several moments, not wanting to believe that Edward was the prime suspect.

"Sara," warned Loki, "hurry up! Don't keep me waiting."

After taking a deep breath, Sara cast her vote, her hand shaking nervously. Loki glanced at the screen above the throne and took the time to read the name.

"Your answer is correct," announced Loki, "the villain responsible for Jenna Silverblade's death...is Edward Cullen!"

Ebony glared at Edward.

"You fucking bastard!" snarled Ebony, "we cleared your name on the third trial and this is how you thank us?!"

Edward glared at Loki.

"Tell me," demanded Edward, pointing at Ivy, "did she help you set up this murder trap?!"

"No," answered Loki, "I set up the whole thing myself. I just happened to choose Ivy to play a role in this palace."

"Then why have you been spending time with her?!" interrogated Edward.

"What goes on between me and Ivy is none of your concern," answered Loki, "more importantly, you also violated the eighth rule in terms of assaulting or even attempting to murder one of our star detectives. I could've had you executed right away, Edward, but then you changed your target so I wouldn't notice the previous assault. The time has come for you to succumb to justice."

Edward was about to charge at Loki, but the trickster god quickly stood from the throne and raised his scepter into the air. Once its gem started glowing, Loki's magic teleported Edward out of the courtroom.

"I wanna go home," peeped Sara.

"Follow me," instructed Loki.

Loki led Ivy, Phoebe, Ebony and Sara out of the courtroom and down the corridor until they reached the execution grounds. There, they saw Edward writhing in holy water while bound to a steel pole submerged underneath the holy water.

"Well," commented Ebony, "there goes my appetite for a week."

"Please don't kill him," Sara begged quietly.

Loki didn't respond as he grabbed a wooden stake from nearby while he approached the small pool of holy water. He set the scepter to the side of the pool, raised the stake high into the air and plunged it deep into Edward's chest. Within an instant, Edward fell silent and crumbled to dust. Loki stepped out of the pool and retrieved the scepter before approaching Ivy, Phoebe, Ebony and Sara.

"It seems that there are so few of you left," commented Loki, "I suppose it only takes just one more murder and the last remaining guest will ascend. But the question is which one will it be?"

Sara and Ebony stared at each other, suspicion and mistrust building up in their eyes.

"You are free to leave," continued Loki.

Phoebe, Ebony and Sara left the execution grounds. Ivy was about to leave when Loki suddenly placed his hand on her shoulder, catching her attention.

"I would like to talk to you for a moment," requested Loki, "do you have some time?"

"Yeah," nodded Ivy.

After waiting for the others to board the elevator, Loki led Ivy to the courtroom before he sat down on the throne, using his magic to change from his majestic robes to his everyday apparel. He beckoned her closer, so Ivy stepped closer until she was just inches closer to the throne.

"Why don't you sit with me?" suggested Loki.

Ivy instantly blushed as she hesitated. After a moment of silence, she climbed into his lap. Upon cue, Loki pulled her into an embrace.

"I saw Edward attack you through the surveillance cameras," said Loki, "I was intending to save you myself, but when I reached the foyer, one of my duplicates told me that Jenna stopped him and gave you a chance to escape."

"I should've helped her," muttered Ivy, "if only I went back out there and helped her fight Edward, then maybe...the murder would've never happened."

"That would've been too dangerous for you," disagreed Loki, "had you gone back out into the courtyard, Edward would've killed you, too. I do not want you to die in this palace."

Ivy studied Loki's face and happened to notice that he appeared to be concerned.

"I'm sorry if it's too much to ask," asked Ivy, "but...is that your way of saying...you care about me?"

Loki didn't say anything, but he gave Ivy a soft smile as she rested her head on his shoulder. He gently stroked her head, causing her to lean into the touch. She responded by cupping his face with her left hand.

"Do you think Jenna sacrificed her life to save mine?" asked Ivy.

"If that's the case," answered Loki, "I would be willing to honor her heroic deed despite her affiliation."

Smiling, Ivy lifted her head off Loki's shoulder and leaned in to kiss him. He quickly took the hint and kissed her back. Just then, she remembered the dream she had concerning the trickster god.

"Hey, Loki," mentioned Ivy, "remember when you saw my writing about my wet dream?"

"I do," nodded Loki, "why do you ask?"

"Is it...ok if I try it with you?" requested Ivy.

"You're asking to mate?" clarified Loki.

Ivy nodded.

"How about we talk about it in my bedroom tonight?" suggested Loki.

"Thanks," smiled Ivy.

"You are free to leave," said Loki, "you are also free to tell your friend Phoebe of my objective. Just do not let Ebony or Sara know, all right?"

Ivy nodded in agreement. She and Loki stood from the throne and they stepped into the elevator, which lifted them to the foyer. Once they stepped out, they parted ways. Ivy searched the palace until she found Phoebe in the art room, who was setting up a potter's wheel, a bucket of water and some clay.

"Hey, Phoebe," chirped Ivy, "what are you up to?"

"I thought I could try out some pottery," replied Phoebe, "want to join?"

"Sure," nodded Ivy, "I didn't know you could do pottery."

"I took a pottery class," clarified Phoebe.

Ivy picked out some clay and set it onto her potter's wheel while Phoebe did the same. They both set off to shape their clay, with Phoebe giving Ivy some instructions as they went along. After at least an hour, Phoebe created a vase while Ivy created a bowl. They both stopped the potter's wheel, so Phoebe started up the kiln.

"Ok," said Phoebe, "we should wait until the kiln is hot enough before we bake our creations."

"Right," nodded Ivy.

Phoebe and Ivy waited for a few minutes, and once the kiln was ready, they carefully placed their pottery into the kiln. They waited for a while until the pottery was dry, and then they carefully pulled out the vase and lid without burning themselves or cracking the pottery.

"Not bad for a first timer," commented Phoebe.

"Yeah," agreed Ivy, "that's why I decided to make something simple. I know I would have to get better at it, but still."

Ivy and Phoebe placed their pottery on the table and shut off the kiln before washing their hands. Ivy carefully checked the room to see if anyone else was occupying the room and to her luck, no one else was present.

"Phoebe," requested Ivy, "before we leave, can I tell you something in private?"

"We can borrow the art storage room for that," suggested Phoebe.

Ivy and Phoebe stepped into the art storage room and closed the door behind them. After that, Ivy told Phoebe about the truth Loki discovered concerning the Mighty Forces of the Holy Church.

"I see," commented Phoebe, "so he really was putting our skills to the test. If we are to help Loki take down this organization, we will need to involve others such as Tony Stark."

"How about Director Fury?" suggested Ivy, "he was talking to my dad in the movie Loki gave me before the first murder."

"I agree with you," agreed Phoebe, "but I highly doubt it will be easy to contact him."

"Maybe he has members of SHIELD searching for us," assumed Ivy, "so if we do meet up with him at some point, we could tell him everything."

"Yes," replied Phoebe, "but there's a real chance that Director Fury could label Loki as a dangerous criminal."

"Why is that?" asked Ivy.

"He kidnapped us, remember?" reminded Phoebe, "and he forced the other guests to murder each other while we solved the crimes. That is something Director Fury would not be happy about."

"Can we just not jump to conclusions before we leave the palace?" requested Ivy.

"You're right," nodded Phoebe, "we should reserve our judgment for now. Would you like to play Othello with me?"

"Sure!" nodded Ivy.

Ivy and Phoebe left the art room and wandered through the corridor until they reached the recreation room, where they played Othello.