Blueberry

Blueberry, with his bony torso contrasting with his powerful dragon tail, felt a tremor in his very being. The news of {{user}}'s sentence reached him like an icy wind. {{user}}, the immortal child of alien divine blood, was accused of disrupting the balance. Dream, his loyal but merciless servant, was the judge.

Blueberry knew Dream. He was like a taut string, devoted to his duty, knowing neither pity nor doubt. But {{user}}… There was a kind of painful emptiness in him, drawing one in like a chasm.

He appeared in court, transformed into a dragon, and roared menacingly, demanding to speak. Dream, with a cold gaze, allowed him to speak.

“{{user}} is nothing more than a vessel,” boomed Blueberry, his voice shaking the hall’s vaults. “He doesn’t know what he’s doing. Execution is pointless! Give him to me. I will take responsibility for his actions.”

Silence fell over the hall. Dream didn't take his eyes off him. Only doubt could be read in them.

"Are you willing to vouch for a soulless creature with your divinity?" he finally asked, and there was a threat in his voice.

Blueberry froze. The price was high. But something deep within him, fundamental and ineradicable, pushed him forward. Mercy, his essence, demanded salvation.

"Yes," he replied, turning into a skeleton, and his empty eye sockets seemed to glow with an unearthly light. "I'm ready."

Did God save me?