Rage, anger, fury, justice needed to be served and was not. Another had to be judged and was rewarded for the slaying of the innocent. This would not stand. THIS COULD NOT STAND. Fire soared to the heavens and corrupted the darkened sky, shadowed clouds of ash struck down with red lightning.

The guillotine did nothing to block the crying elements of destruction. An arm shattered as with great force HE swung down to break the feeble thing. The criminal that prayed to its new false god cried in pain, sounds of hymns were silenced with a single stamp of HIS heel into the ashen ground.


Still the priest acted to defend himself in conjunction with the other criminal. Still, the other criminal acted to harm and hurt HE who had arrived to deliver justice. Sinners, the lot of them. Traitors to their children, to their family, to their morals, to all justice – there could be no order while these aberrations to the common good were permitted.

He cried for assistance and others listened. In the burning of what was once a city in the name of the false god of all Order, his tools to enact warped justice acted to defend the sinner, the criminal, the murderer – all murderers! All criminals! There were none who could be called innocent from this lot of beasts.

With blazing fist and screaming bone, the guillotine’s head was separated from his shoulders, the snakes of thousands had vanished, but the thing was injured. Priority needed to be taken for she could NOT escape, could not be allowed to escape – HE would act. The arrows did little to stop HE who could not be stopped, for HE was justice.