The Fall of Justice Part 2

I came out of my dreaming stupor to see that nothing had changed in this world, although I had a feeling some of those fiends that I had seen would not make my time here pleasant. I had nothing only a dagger to defend myself with, but that wouldn’t any good since we both could not die on this plane. That’s the odd thing about me being here. It was meant for the deceased, not for the living, and yet here I was.

Since I’m in no real danger of dying, I can go back to remembering my tale. The first assignment was simple, just for me to get the hang of things, just apprehend a criminal already identified and bring him to the court. It was easy for me to do so. The court proceeded as normal, however my mother and my siblings were absent. I brushed it off as just them, being busy, but this was my first successful arrest, they should make time to see this. The judges pounded the gavel signaling the sentence, and the court to retire, so I left. I headed home in hopes to see my family waiting for me.

As I returned I saw the most dismal thing that could have ever been so in my entire life. I really cried that day the first time since I was much younger. Almost the spot where my father had been killed I saw my entire family, and my father’s lieutenant slain on the road. All that was valued, was stolen, but that could be replaced. My family could not. But something came over me, I had make those bandits pay, they had done this to the wrong person, and I would make sure they would see that. One of the bandits had been slain in the struggle, and I saw that he had a symbol I had seen at a nearby region, so I went there so fast I barely remember seeing anything, but the road ahead of me.
I found the place, a run down house, with everything broken and nothing but weeds surrounding it. I dismounted and kicked the pathetic excuse for a door in, to find eight men fighting over what was left of the goods they had robbed.
“You will pay for what you have done!” I shouted with all my might.
“So we’ll get to finish you off after all, huh?” One disgusting man said, cruelly.
I drew Justice, like lightning and rushed in before any of them could have a chance of drawing a weapon. I was so angry at these people, I felt death was the only punishment they deserved. I brought Justice down on the ugly man with such force he fell to the floor dead. I brought the blade around for another swing and severed the head of the next nearest man. I could feel my heart beating with such violence it almost reflected what I was doing. My hand was covered in sweat, but I could not let go. The men had no time to fight back and one after the other I killed them, my hand burning, my head pounding, the floor, the walls covered in their blood.

When there was no one left I finally felt it, my hand felt like it was on fire, and I dropped Justice and it stopped. I looked at what I had done, and realized that this wasn’t doing good, it was vengeance. I looked at Justice’s blade, covered in blood. I grabbed it handle, which was now cool, but not what it used to be. It gave me a feeling that it was cold, with an empty feeling. I grabbed a cloak of one of the men and wiped the blade. That’s when I realized the blood did not come off, no matter how I tried the blade would not get clean. The blood dried and the blade became a sickening opaque black. I tried to sheath the blade only to realize it did not fit anymore.

What had I done? My family had been slain, Justice had been tainted in its stead, and I was the reason. So I did the only thing I could, I rapped the blade up in a cloak and carried it with me to the court of Judges. When I got there everyone looked at me, covered in blood, with a bundle and Justice, no where to be seen. I walked into the court to see one judge on sitting in his chair writing. I walked up to the stand and told him that I have done wrong, more so than any one has done before me. He stared at me with such disbelief, that I almost didn’t want it to be true. I placed the bundle on the table before him and unwrapped the, now black, sword.
He stared at the blade and for a few minutes, and then spoke in his deep voice “What is this cursed blade before me, Paladine?”
“It is Justice, your honor. It has been tainted” was my reply.
He looked at me with that stare of disbelief again, then realized it was the truth.
“The Judges will meet to decide what is to become of this, and you.” He said sadly. “I hope for your sake it can be reversed.”
He told a couple of pages to get the other Judges. The next day was the trial, my trial. No one had ever imagined that the Paladine of Justice was to be tried in the court of all the criminals that he had arrested had been.

The blade had been tainted so that it could not be undone, but the weapon still had to be dealt with. It was still a legendary weapon after all, and was given the name, Vengeance, for its method of creation. They decided there was only one way to deal with it. It had to be sent to the plane of the Sinners. They found that there was one way in, besides death, and I was the one to take it there. Once on that plane I was to speak with its Lord and determine a way to seal it there forever. This meant I would be stuck there forever as well, but it was my fault.