Draiss frowned, before glancing at the Tome, and snorting. "Nice to see politics are the same for both gods and divine. Can I please use my personal records, or should I just use them anyways? Giving me permission means we don't have to skip to the last charge next."<br/><br/>At the judge's reluctant nod, he felt the barrier weakening, and he tapped his forearms, before murmuring softly. "Disconnect from main unit, and reestablish connection with archives and provide internal communication connection as well."<br/><br/>The two metal bars in his forearms forcibly ripped their way free, and he grimaced in pain, before placing the two bars, each six inches long and a tenth of an inch around, on the corners of his chair arms. He let his arms heal, bringing up the Tome of Record's audio logs, and playing several choice clips while he waited for the connection to reestablish. They were... somewhat disturbing. The first was him slamming into the plane, screaming in pain as he alternated between various portions of his body exploding, tearing free, and decaying into nothing, as fast as he healed, the whole while screaming so loudly it was no longer an audible sound, his vocal cords destroyed. Several times he babbled something in a language no one understood but him and V'elen, revealing both of them had been in agony. He activated the time stamps, showing when in the past it had occurred. This had happened literally seconds after his ascension. Several other scenes played, alternating between him staggering about, babbling for mercy in death, others again screaming in pain as he resumed decaying and all the other joys of learning he literally couldn't self terminate. He tore out his eyes, ripped out his intestines and ate them, hoping the contents would poison him, before chain casting every spell he could, targeting himself, only vaguely aware he was moving away from where he had been, blindly and instinctively seeking help and to get away from his never ending agony. The last episode was probably the 'best' of the lot, showing him merely curled in the fetal position in a crater, filling it with magma as he sought to die, and only staggering free as it cooled. He looked up, as Bahamut, Sune, and several other gods arrived, and stared at him, ready to fight, as he collapsed to his knees. "<em>Kill me, please, anything, just make it stop. Please, make it stop</em>."<br/><br/>The connection was finally secure enough that he could bring up his personal records, and then he brought those records up beside the Tome of Record's results, the Tome showing that he had directed his balor and marilith to secure the planes that currently made up his new domain plane, however they had to, but they were to use the gauntlets to collect the deceased of both sides. The archive's images showed him testing the gauntlets with a couple dretches, killing them, the soul a bight blueish-black mist, that was absorbed into the gauntlet and then transferred to a nearby orb, where he drew the soul out, and added a touch of his own power, remaking the two dretches as babaus. He quizzed them about their memories, and after a moment, nodded in satisfaction, both could remember everything. The two record devices then showed that he had ordered his balor and marilith to make two offers to allow the defenders to, on the first one, surrender and peacefully be allowed to leave for their demon lord's lands, or on the second offer, join him. "And besides, they were just rampaging earlier, I just gave them a bit of direction and purpose to their rampages afterwards."<br/><br/>The next scenes showed him with his drow, angel and demon leaders, several constructs as well, around a hard light display, and discussing the strategies that would allow the attack forces to kill the parasite tainted leaders with minimum loss of other life, though the problem was that the leaders were often to heavily guarded to simply slip in an assassin team. The archive views showed the assaults from the constructs' views, along with the never heard before audio. Many of it was calm, professional battle chatter about breaking of enemy units, or about enemies that were not breaking and the constructs were giving ground rather than needlessly raise causalities.<br/><br/>He did add that the scenes that were previously shown on the Tome all came from a single massive engagement, the plane were nearly a dozen powerful parasite tainted had taken over the entire plane, and had been fighting amongst themselves for control over it. That was shown from the assassin constructs' point of view, many of them ending in static as the completely unexpected energy discharge happened, obliterating large portions of the nearby cities. The three that had been powerful enough to resist and lash back at the assassin squads had rallied EVERY citizen to their defense, something they hadn't been expecting, and he had been forced to channel in far more line troops simply to give the assassins, aspects and avatars time to work on the surviving taints. It was clear in the more complete viewings that the humans being 'slaughtered' had been acting unnaturally, most charging through fields of fire and energy bolts powerful enough to evaporate metal, without a single human flinching or hesitating, their dead eyes a clear indication of being controlled along with their near mindless charge. A few other battle scenes were shown, the Tomes showing the full battle, where it looked like the mortals were being shot indescriminately, until after the battle most began weakly moving or rising, the stunning attacks having done the job until the mortals that were actively channeling the controlling taint were destroyed, at which point the constructs always immediately withdrew, letting the control wear off before returning to assist the wounded. The archive screen was trying to relay what the constructs 'saw', most having a small black halo indicating a controlling taint, while several enemy were completely black, indicating a total taint. After the fourth such showing, he tapped the control bar, and then turned to the judge and smiled, a slightly sardonic cast to his lips. "The defense is finished presenting its counter evidence to the kangaroo court. Shall we move to the next charge? Oh, right, I plead not guilty without conditions to the individual charge of genocide"