Theatre Room
This room appears to be a massive theatre. Countless seats litter the room, more than the silly little cast could ever fill. You seem to have come in through the lower entrance, right next to the stage...there looks to be an entrance to the upper floor somewhere, but it's inaccessible for now.
Stranger: Everyone seems to come in with more of a pep in their step then normal. Despite the circumstances, everyone seems to be bunched together in some sort of supportive group...Stranger is among them, talking quietly with Mixzo and Don as they all step on to the center of the stage.
The Destroyer: ...The Prawn is watching. Quietly. Or at least, quieter than usual.
...They notice someone isn't present. Paradi.
"Oh geez, where did that one guy head off to? Any of you know!?"
Seven Stones: "Not a clue. Last time we saw 'em was when they did their little ominous speech before running off."
The Destroyer: "Well that won't do! We need EVERYONE here to start the trial, ya know~?"
Despite the enthusiasm in their voice...it feels less confident. Less playful then it did last time. Although several of the sinners can sense it, they say nothing.
"I'll go find them. One moment!"
The Destroyer: The prawn poofs away, ready to pursue.
Blue Hallway
The Destroyer: ...Poof!
His prota-sensing powers seem to have lead him here, although...he can't see anyone. "Paradi! Par-a-diiii!! Where are you!? You're breaking the rules!"
...Nothing.
The Destroyer: ...And then, he sees it.
A part of the wall has lifted away, now exposed.
(W-What the hell!? Someone snuck into my prawn talk booth!)
True Destroyer: ...Knowing that it was likely them who wandered inside, they quickly shift into a more proper form before walking in.
(Just what do they think they can do, huh!? They're the assistant, not the mastermind!)
Prawn Talk Booth
True Destroyer: ...Upon entering the booth they've grown used to, they first see the cameras. It shows all of the rooms, both known and not yet known. They see their desk, the camera, the mic...
...And a bird.
True Destroyer: "...Hold on a second! When were YOU able to do that!? That's my thing! You're just a guy!"
The Lost: ...The bird looks back at him.
"Oh? Did you not hear? I had a talk with the god you made," they say, flying off of the table and into the prota's face.
The Lost: "There is...a change of management occuring, my friend."
True Destroyer: "I-I- Huh!? You idiot! Wren decides who is in charge of this ripworld, not you! But...But how did you gain the ability to...!?"
The Lost: "...Destroyer. Did you not realize it yet?"
A ghastly presence forms behind the two of them. Barely there...yet enveloping. A sly look appears on the bird's face.
"She's far more powerful than you think. All of those years, forgotten and in agony, tearing apart with each passing day...but she's stronger now. She doesn't need you anymore, especially after you've been...regretting."
True Destroyer: ...For the first time in a while, fear coats the prota's face. Pure, horrible fear. His eyes well up with tears as he stares at the ghost of Wren, looming over both of them.
"B...But...No, you...Wren...you love me...right?"
???: "..."
???: "T...Ttake....the rest...of...power....no longer...true."
True Destroyer: With an extended hand, the ghost comes forth and pulls the vitality out of The Destroyer's body as he screams. The power he's had all his life...the shapeshifting, the teleportation, the strength, the knowledge, all of it...it crumbles away. He feels fleshy. Meek. Almost mortal...almost.
The Lost: Before the immortality can be seeped out of him, the ghost stops...before putting that same hand on Paradi's head, letting the power flow through them. They coo.
"Ah...ahah...You may still be immortal, and I still mortal...but that's a fitting punishment, I believe. You are a helpless observer, who shall not be allowed to kill nor be killed. If you do not punish the sinners, then you shall become one yourself. We cannot have any second thoughts. Not anymore~."
True Destroyer: He's too weak. He's too weak. He's...he's...
"The...The mastermind...would they want you to....Wren...please...m-mama..."
Paradi: ...The bird shifts into a more recognizable form.
"The mastermind cares not for who is in charge; they will laugh all the same when they return to us."
They grab The Destroyer's face, gripping it as they look into those red, tearful eyes.
"Now...let us go to trial. With someone else on that dumb throne for a change."
Poof.