Part of their sentencing was the victims of their crimes being allowed to address their tormenter, thus it was among tense silence that the mindbreaker was sat on the cold metal chair in the center of the Throne Room, her chains and shackles rattling with every step she took. None wanted to confront her at first, choosing to stay in the safety of the other's shadows, away from the one who had stolen so much from them, stolen things they had not remembered her stealing.
The first one to step forward was the messenger, taking a deep breath to steel himself, he stepped out from behind his Master and away from the side of the Power that stood next to him, as the legions had gathered behind their commanders. He came to stand at the front of their Father's throne, staring at the mindbreaker in heated silence, he looked down for a moment as he reached into his robe for something hidden underneath. Michael sat up straighter at the object he pulled free, throwing it down to the mindbreakers feet, and she flinched as it clapped harshly against the stone floor.
A crown of spikes for them all to see.
They were permitted to speak to them, share their words with the accused, but not permitted to touch. As much as the Host believed some deserved physical retribution, Father was firm in the matter, they may be sentenced for crimes against Him and Heaven, but they would not stoop to their same level in acting out of character.
"Don't forget to take this with you when you leave us."
Many were surprised at the sight of the accursed object, the Prince having had them all melted down for weapons to protect their family with, to give the holy metal another purpose, and to see that one remained was shocking. It was clear, by the look on the archangel's face, that he was just as surprised to see the contraption as the others were, but then, the young messenger kept more things to himself then most knew.
"It can be your reminder of what you had given everything for."
He nodded, satisfied with his ending, and turned to step back behind his master. Gabriel sat up a bit straighter, though it went without voicing on his part, the pride for his captain shone bright in his golden eyes.
Father nodded, and they all turned to watch as one of her youngest victims stepped forward, the Power holding him securely in his arms, young eyes peeked out from the crook of his neck.
"I forgive you for what you did." Others inhaled sharply at the younglings admission "But that doesn't mean that I forgot it. I hope you live lonely forever. I'm happy now. And you'll just be forgotten about."
A fledgling looked over her, an icy look, similar to the one her master wore, perched up on the Morningstar's knee.
"You're an asshole and got what you deserved, mindbreaker."
The Archangel pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. The fledgling nodded once, in finality, her part being said in wholly, and she sat back to lean against the archangels chest.