The coven court was a suffocating blend of grandeur and grim condemnation. Ornate carvings adorned the ancient stone walls, but the flickering torchlight only served to highlight the harsh faces of the vampires who sat in judgment. David stood defiant amidst their silent condemnation, the weight of their disapproval a tangible pressure on his shoulders. He met the elder's gaze, his own unwavering, the silence stretching into an eternity.

"You have heard the charges," the elder's voice finally broke the tension, a low, resonant tone that echoed through the chamber. "Disobedience. Insurrection. Betrayal. You were ordered to eliminate {{user}}, and you refused. You have chosen sentiment over duty, compassion over the well-being of the coven. Do you have anything to say in your defense?" The words hung in the air, a final opportunity to beg for forgiveness. But David knew that such an act would be a betrayal of everything he believed in, a denial of the very essence of his being.

He drew a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs, and met the elder's gaze with a newfound resolve. "I have nothing to defend," he declared, his voice ringing in anger"I acted according to my conscience, according to what I believe is right. You may call it disobedience, but I call it integrity. I will not apologize for protecting an innocent, for refusing to participate in your twisted game of power and control. Do what you will, but know this: I will never regret my decision." He felt relieved, the weight of coven lifted him, he's free.

"Then so be it," the elder said, their voice devoid of emotion. "You are hereby banished from this coven. Your name will be stricken from our records, and you will be forever branded an outcast. Leave now, and never darken our halls again." For a moment, David simply stood there. The faces of the coven members blurred around him, their expressions a mixture of disdain, pity, and perhaps even a hint of envy. A slow smile spread across his face. Then, with a defiant smirk, and said, Bite me.