In a world where justice has become a commodity sold behind sealed doors,
where judges have turned into merchants weighing human souls against gold…
the court is no longer a sanctuary of truth.
It has become a stage where tyrants are applauded,
and the cries of victims are buried beneath the footsteps of the powerful.
There…
where mothers weep before the gates of judgment,
where blood is hidden behind stamped papers,
and murderers walk free while the innocent are lowered into silence…
a new melody begins.
A melody devoid of mercy,
one that knows nothing of forgiveness.
Its performer is neither judge…
nor savior.
But a blind entity
who sees with insight what humanity has refused to see.
And tonight…
crimes will not be judged by law,
but by the guillotine of ruin itself.
For when justice becomes corruption…
only the violin remains
to deliver the verdict of heaven.
Chapter Seven: The Guillotine of the Inverted Scales
After Elia left the city stripped of honor, he headed toward the forest, walking in heavy silence.
Wherever he went, Lilia said to him:
"When will you admit that humans are animals devoid of reason? They worship the executioner and spit on the hand that reaches out to help them."
Elia replied:
"Not all humans are the same. But evil is many times greater than good, and light is faint… it needs someone to ignite it."
Lilia fell silent.
Elia approached the new city, a place said to be the City of Justice… the fairest justice of all.
As he stepped through its gates, his breath tightened and a lump formed in his throat, yet he paid it no mind.
There was a public trial taking place.
He approached a man and asked:
"What is happening?"
The man answered:
"That gang committed a massacre against the youth of this city, and now the judge is sentencing them."
Elia turned toward the judge and saw the face of a pig within his features.
The judge declared to the gang:
"Your sentence will be one year in prison."
The cries of the victims' mothers erupted:
"How can the punishment be only one year?! Did they bribe you?!"
The judge shouted furiously:
"Do you understand more than I do?!"
The argument between the judge and the mothers intensified until he barked at the guards:
"Beat them and throw them out!"
The mothers were dragged away by force.
Then Elia spoke:
"What a false being you are… you son of adultery."
The judge glared at him in anger and said:
"I shall forgive you because you are blind."
Elia replied:
"Blind in sight, yet I possess honor. Unlike you, you possess sight but no honor."
The judge burned with rage and shouted:
"If you do not remain silent, I will cut—"
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Blood tears streamed from Elia's eye as he said:
"Tighten your belts for death, for death shall meet you.
Do not fear death when it descends upon your valley.
For armor and helmet shall not save you on the day of terror.
As time once made you laugh… so too shall it make you weep."
He raised his violin and began to play.
[ Sharp funeral melodies, as though a numb hand were playing above a pitch-black grave, pierced by violin notes mourning the burning sorrow in the hearts of the victims' mothers ]
"Mothers of loss… within the depths of hell…
Bleeding tears… through the bitter night…
A shattered heart… of grief and oppression…
And brutality spreads… through a barren fate…
They witness the slaughter… of innocence's pulse…
And the cries rise… from a broken heart…"
[ The melody twists into violent savagery, poisoned notes tearing apart the podiums of falsehood and exposing the prostitution of bribed judges ]
"Judges of wealth… clothed in justice…
They sold purity… to gain desire…
Within the cheap assembly… blood is traded…
And the vile one collects… the price of madness…
They weep judgment… while in the night of depravity…
Bribes flow endlessly… without restraint…"
[ A frenzy of strings erupts. Elia plays with the spirit of "the butcher," and the notes fall like hammers upon the heads of the gangs sheltered in luxurious prisons ]
"Monsters of the dungeons… and the luxury of fortresses…
They betrayed bloodlines… within filthy suspicions…
The prince of crime… lives within his corruption…
And the rope of فساد shields the cursed…
I shall tear down the ceiling… of constructed lies…
And sever the necks… of all who followed disgrace…"
[ Sudden silence, followed by a heavy whisper charged with "the insight of ruin" and the hidden breaths of the air ]
"Your justice is falsehood… and your judgment is lost…
I am the nameless blind one… and within me burns the tide…
The curtain has fallen… and the face of deceit is revealed…
No wealth shall save… the one upheld by shame…"
[ One final strike of the string shatters the silence, followed by the cold breaths of Elia and the suffocating aura of decay ]
"Bathe in your filth…
Build your graves from the ashes of your silence…
For the erasure has come…
Long live ruin."
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"Guilty."
Lilia said to him:
"Leave this judge to me."
Lilia dragged him into the Theater of Masks.
The masks twisted around the judge's head as they whispered:
"You have betrayed the trust… the trust of justice.
To sympathize with a traitor is betrayal… and betrayal means death."
Lilia approached with her pale face and blood-red flowing hair and said to him:
"There is no pity for a son of adultery."
With a swift motion of her hand, she ripped out his heart, while the criminals' heads were severed apart.
The mothers of the victims cried out to Elia:
"You have achieved justice!"
He answered them:
"This is the justice of heaven."
He turned around and walked away.
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To be continued.
The melodies faded…
yet the echo of the violin continued to haunt the city walls,
as though ruin itself had become a prayer recited over the remains of false justice.
The judge had fallen…
and with him fell the scales stained by the blood of the innocent.
But the blood spilled over countless years
could never be cleansed by a single verdict.
Elia was never a savior,
nor a hero carrying the light of redemption.
He was merely a shadow born from the ugliness of this world,
created to reflect its monstrosity back upon humanity.
As for Lilia…
she stood within the Theater of Masks,
watching souls collapse beneath the weight of their own sins,
like an angel of death stripped of mercy since the dawn of time.
And on that night…
the city realized a horrifying truth:
when justice fails to protect the weak,
ruin itself becomes the judge.
But one question continued to whisper through the darkness,
more terrifying than anything else:
Was Elia truly carrying out the justice of heaven…
or had heaven itself begun to rot?