"At this time, The Pillars would like to overhear the case being pleaded. Mr. Inkarnate, if you will."
Said a woman up front from her desk. Behind her were 3 larger pillars with thrones atop them. In each throne sat one of the three kingsmen of The Abyss. Across from them, Inkarnate, one of the Abyss' residents stepped up to a podium. He cleared his throat.
"I, Inkarnate, resident of the Abyss, here infront of my kings, plea simply for none else than access to the true world. Rather than this purgatory."
The three kings looked at one another. They exchanged faces, before the one in the middle boomed. "Mr. Inkarnate, your plea demands not just simple access, but rather it pleas to write history itself. Never before had an Abyssal, ever cross into the true realm."
"And why is that so?" Inkarnate asked. Again, the three kings exchanged faces and words.
"It is so, because of rule. You are aware that the only way an Abyssal can cross realms is by order of the kings. And you know that we the kings don't just give any one resident the rite of passage."
"I am aware." (WIP)