HE saw them, two creatures pretending to bypass their fallacies. HE observed them, two things that thought themselves superior. HE knew them, two tiny saplings trying to survive in a forest that HE had come to collapse upon them with force or with fire.

The blinded sinner, shadowed in twisted justice could not observe HIS radiance, but HE could see past the fictitious fog of conflicted war. HE had no eyes, what need existed for such dreary things except to be removed and decimated with demented wisdom?

Felled, the blazing thing that wished it was godlier than its reality allowed collapsed at the blade of the assassin incapable of observing the world but now capable of observing HE who looked upon this fool’s realization – the realization of a blunder unlike any other.

What was justice but vengeance towards a lack of system and belief? What were this little thing’s words to its actions most horrendous? It preached of justice, yet did it not earn the fat of its labors, the fruits it had plucked? This thing spoke of justice, yet it earned HIS ire.

The void between the observable truth and the artificial truth was shattered as HE found the fool GUILTY of all charges. The blind cannot see penance, therefore HE found an alternative means and burnt the screaming hypocrite with all his fire, torched the taint from the weak liar’s soul and ripped from prodding hands a sword undeserved, a weapon meant to protect turned into one to shed blood.

It was forged once more. HE found appeal in the wristbreaker that it became, taking with the new blade a shifted sheath. The other fool observed quietly HIS efforts and stood to stop HIM. For his efforts, HE separated damaged arm from pathetic body – released the bounds that so injured this creature.

Judgment would be served.

The black creature whimpered and altered its form to better suit its master and the breaking pauldron of weaker flames crumbled to dust to be remade properly. These tools, these weapons, in the hands of ingrates and liars and thieves and murderers of the innocent – their wielders would be damned. They would be punished.

HE forged his other wristbreaker and wielded the things so briefly before sheathing them. One day they would earn the shed blood of the corrupt, but this day HIS hands would feel their twitching, dying forms as they wheezed their last breaths of forgiveness – begged to be released, thanked him for their righteous punishment.

What fanciful dreams did this thing prey to, to think it could harm HE who judged, HE who wreaked vengeance upon those who deserved damnation? What words were these that he used to futilely stall HIM? A wall of light and power – break – a field of golden energy – break – a barrier of translucent blue – break – the coffin black that failed before – wrend – HIS howl of defiance made useless all resistance and with no words spoken, HE determined truth.