In the middle of great nothingness is the splendid palace of the divines. A gigantic one made of clear crystal glass that only reflects what stands outside, which is nothing but whiteness and glory.

   A heavenly deep voice echoed through the palace vibrating the walls and threatening it to break into pieces followed by tens of voices similar yet not as strong as the first one.

   “Enough,” the voice said along with a sharp knock on a glass; the vision became clearer, revealing what was behind the mighty walls. An endless white room with undefined walls and ceiling; four glass tables and chairs occupied by four people looking anxious and furious.

   The tables were arranged in a half circle, and behind it were hundreds of people sitting sharply on white tiers of seats. They all dressed the same. White maxi long sleeves robes with hoods covering their heads. Each one had an enchanted beauty that was impossible for man’s eye to sustain. Their sharp crystal eyes were glaring at one man standing right in the middle.

   It was the man’s trial who seemed more furious than guilty. Everyone was eyeing his standing body angrily, reflecting on every word their leaders said, informing them of the details of his felony. “We are not here to discuss what you have done or think. We are here to witness your retribution,” the same deep voice said, and it belonged to the one sitting behind the middle table. A female with sharp features and an angelic powerful aura derived from her undeniable strength.

   “I have done nothing wrong to be here!” the male standing in the middle shouted angrily — he removed his hood, revealing his black hair and strong dominant features that looked different from the rest; filled with a grudge, and seemed somehow foreign to their undeniable angelic beauty — “we are blindfolded, we deserve more than this nonsense world.”

   “Enough Harut! This is not a game! You crossed your limits! You cannot proceed with your accusations.”

   “It is not accusations! It is the truth! Gabriela, those creatures don’t deserve their world. They will destroy it and turn it into ashes! We are more powerful than them. We are luminous, we are divines. We deserve that world, not those weak creatures!”

   “Who do you think you are to question who deserves what?!” — Gabriela hit both of her hands sharply on the glass table in front of her — “even if we are powerful, it is not in our nature to question, it is not our role to control destiny.”

   He chucked loudly and said, “Those creatures are capable of hatred and destruction. They are not pure, aren’t you questioning why those weak creatures get it and not us?”

   “What are you talking about?” another male sitting at the right table asked suddenly. He looked at Gabriela and saw how she glared at Harut.

   Harut’s furious attitude didn’t stop him from trying to tell the rest what put him into this nerve-wracking trial yet before he could tell another word, he stepped closer to Gabriela’s table and looked deeply into her fierce eyes and said, “Admit it, you know I am right, you know how it will end.”

   Her eyes widened with shock and denial. “ENOUGH.” Gabriela stood up and peered furiously at Harut. In the blink of an eye, he kneeled in front of them with metal chains trapping both his hands behind his back and another wide chain covered his mouth and chin. “Lock him,” she told one divine sitting behind her and then walked away, and her body slowly disappeared into thin air.

   As the rest of the divines watched her go, one of them glimpsed Harut looking amused rather than scared.