"It is too late for me. But you...this is just the beginning for you! I am so proud of you, Catra.
The Magicat known as Catra and the She-Ra, Adora, looked on, tears in their eyes, as the woman who had practically raised them, for better or worse.
BGM-Shadow Weaver cover of Frank Sinatra's My Way
And now the end is near
And so I face that final curtain
My friend, I'll make it clear
I'll state my case of which I am certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more
I did it, I did it my way
Regrets, I had a few
But then again too few to mention
I did what I had to do
I saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the by-way
And more, much much more
I did it, I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
The records show I tooked the blows
And did it my way
"You're welcome…"
In an instant flash of light, Shadow Weaver/Light Spinner and all that she was were gone…
Three Days Later…
Shadow Weaver/Light Spinner looked around the room she now found in. It appeared to be some sort of courtroom. Judging by the golden halo above her head, it was clear that this was some sort of afterlife court trial. After a while, a large red, oni-like being entered the room and took a seat at the podium.
"All rise! The honorable King Yemma is presiding!" the bailiff instructed.
King Yemma looked directly at Shadow Weaver/Light Spinner. "Light Spinner! In case you have not noticed, you are deceased, and now, your soul shall be judged, and sister, oof...you have a lot to answer for!" he said.
Shadow Weaver/Light Spinner hung her head in an uncharacteristically submissive manner. She knew that her one act of kindness was not enough to make up for all the pain and suffering she had caused.
Yemma pulled out a stack of paper. "Okay, let's see, Manipulation and Mental Abuse of a child, how do you plead?" he inquired.
Shadow Weaver lifted her head up, flatly saying, "Guilty…"
There was simply no denying it. Shadow Weaver may have died a hero's death, but she was still a monster, she knew the verdict that was coming.
Yemma read down the list. "Next charge, aiding and abetting a warlord?"
"Guilty."
"Jesus Christ...finally, we have...three counts of 2nd degree murder…"
"Guilty…"
King Yemma wiped the sweat from his brow. "Well, shit man. I don't know what else to say. Now, given your noble sacrifice, you'll be allowed to keep your body, but other than that, Shadow Weaver, you have been found guilty of all charges and are sentenced to 1,985 years in ROEL with parole! You are dismissed!"
King Yemma pounded the gabble as a symbol began to form in front of the podium. As it was launched her way Shadow Weaver made no attempt to defend herself as it slammed into her….everything went to white.
She was not sure how long it was before she came back into consciousness, but when she did, she saw two onis staring back at her. As Shadow Weaver scrambled to her feet, the blue one spoke, saying, "Oh goodie. You're awake", with a thick german accent. " , welcome to the Realm of Eternal Losers, or ROEL for short. I am Goz and that's Mez. This is where you will spend your days rehabilitating. We will check in on you once you get settled in. In the meantime, why don't you go mingle with the other denizens of ROEL. Your parole officer will be here shortly. Toodles!"
With that, the two onis left, leaving Shadow Weaver to her own devices, speaking of devices, she looked down and noticed an ankle bracelet around her right leg. Looking around, she took in her surroundings. It was worse than she thought. It was a giant suburb! Shadow Weaver looked back at the bracelet and reached down for it, when a voice called out, "That is not going to work. Believe me, I've tried!"
Shadow Weaver looked to see a man wearing green lipgloss, a black bodysuit and yellow jacket and chaps. The sorceress raised a curious eyebrow. "And just who might you be?" she asked. The man smirked saying, "Fool, you thought you were talking to a normal denizen of ROEL...BUT IT WAS I...DIO!"
Shadow Weaver rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Well, DIO. What are these bracelets for?"
"Those restrict all use of energy and magic. Like I said, don't bother trying to temper with it. It's completely MUDA! That means useless."
"Then just say that…"
"Look, just play nice, work off your time, don't draw too much attention to yourself and convince them that you are not utter trash, and you should be fine!"
Shadow Weaver raised an eyebrow. "In the case, why are you still here?"
DIO simply chuckled and smiled darkly before saying, "Simple. Because I know who I am!"
Then, faster than Shadow Weaver could process his movements, DIO lunged forward and sunk his fingers into her neck!
"I, DIO, am an evil vampire who stole his brother's body, killed countless innocents, and terrorized the Joestar clan for over the century! I, DIO, rather die again and again than pretend otherwise!"
Shadow Weaver gasped and struggled for breath.
"That's right! You should feel honored that I, DIO, am drinking your blood. Welcome to the Realm of Eternal Losers, LOSER!"
Before things could escalate any further, somebody bum rushed DIO into a wall, kicking up a cloud of dust. Shadow Weaver fell to the ground as she looked up at the dust cloud as it cleared, the third party looked Shadow Weaver in the eyes.
"Hello, I'm Mara, and I'll be your parole officer!"
