A red-hooded figure with strange ashy white skin was crawling around on the floor of the High-court in a sniveling mess.
When it looked up, it revealed a strange face.
It had the snout of a pig, eyes as thick as tennis balls, and a thick clump of unseen black hair rummaging down its forehead.
It tried to flee the moment Gondares Flamehall had dragged it out from Ricky's body but unfortunately, the High Court had other plans.
"Stop."
One word from Gondares Flamehall caused the piglin's entire body to unwillingly halt to a stop.
In an outrageous burst of wails, the piglin tried all it could to save itself.
"DON'T BLAME ME."
"IT WASN'T ME."
"IT WAS THE BOY."
"I WAS MERELY FULFILLING HIS DEEPEST DESIRES."
"PLEASE."
"...For the love of humanity."
"Spare this innocent fool. The boy is the one who you should be after."
It snorted hysterically.
"I swear with all I have."
"It was the boy."
