Forgotten; Worshipped (Imported from Ao3)

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Alexander was giddy and so utterly excited he felt like he would burst from it any second. The Judge would pardon him! The court would pardon him! His excitement was expressed with a beaming grin stabbing at his cheeks. His grin was so wide it soon became painful, but he simply couldn't stop grinning, his happiness and excitement wouldn't allow for it. His winds were whipping behind him and hurled him forward quicker and quicker, beating against him, he just couldn't wait to be there, he had to be there quick. He was utterly beside himself with excitement!

The Judge's palace and the court were not far away anymore, perhaps five miles if he wasn't mistaken and he urged his winds to pick up further which they could only scarcely do. The carrier was desperately clinging onto his back and screeched and whimpered in fear, utterly terrified. He arrived at the palace in under a minute almost out of breath and landed tumbling over. He didn't pay it any mind and jumped up immediately after he regained orientation. He knew his way around and inside the palace easily and even without being noticed, years of pranking and scheming paid off nicely at points, and he quickly flitted through the entrance to where he knew was the courtroom, where he had to be, to be pardoned. His face grew brighter as he approached the doors to the courtroom and his delight beamed from his face and lit up the room that had seemed so grey before but now seemed so much brighter than before. He set down the carrier and watched it scurry away from him and to somewhere inside the palace but he paid it no mind.

He threw open the doors with a dramatic flourish, making for an entrance for the theatres, not noticing how they didn't hit the walls as he walked in. The courtroom looked somehow odd to him, somehow blurry, but he rubbed his eyes and didn't pay it much of his mind as he went further inside. But then he stilled in movement completely. There was no one inside. Not even the Judge. He froze and his brows furrowed puzzled and bewildered. He looked around in confusion. Could it be that he was early? Was the Judge not prepared this early for him? He did come immediately upon receiving the letter but... this did not seem like it should be like this. He felt like he shouldn't be here. Like he wasn't actually welcome. Did the Judge regret his decision to pardon him and decide against it? Maybe he already sent a letter and Alexander wasn't home to receive it. His stomach churned. He had an awful feeling. Suddenly an odd feeling overtook him and he felt like he was shrinking against his will. In confusion, he looked around again. Then, every light in the room was suddenly gone, everything was pitch-black, he couldn't see anything and Alexander flinched back, eyes wide in sudden fear but he nervously laughed at himself, figuring the other gods or even just the Judge was just getting him back for all the pranks over the years. A bit tasteless to try and scare him but a notable effort all the same. He looked around, finding there was still a light coming from the entrance.

"Well, someone didn't pay his oil bills!" he joked with a nervous laugh but there was no response. He bit his lip and gulped nervously. The feeling in his stomach felt awful, like a drought and a flood at the same time and fire burning up his throat and every bone twisting and turning and contorting his limbs in his body. His breathing picked up, he fell into a defensive stance, ready to bolt out of there if need be, and his heart began beating against his ribcage so hard he was afraid it would burst through his flesh. His eyes scanned the room, but he couldn't see anything except the light that came from the entrance which, oddly, did not illuminate the room in the slightest. He was careful and cautiously approached the entrance before an anger overtook him and he dropped his guard.

"You know what? Screw this. If you just wanted to get back at me, you could've not lied to me!" he yelled into the dark and stomped towards the entrance angrily, ready to take his leave. He felt played with and he couldn't believe that he actually believed what the letter had said. He should've known. It had reeked of fake if he thought about it. Hindsight.

Suddenly, there was Washington's voice, but it was booming through the room and it was deafeningly loud. Alexander had to cover his ears but the voice could still pierce through his covered ears with a deafening volume.