Helltaker Judgement Novels & Stories

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I curled up on the floor, shaking uncontrollably from the pain. The Enforcers and Julian heard the commotion and rushed over. The Enforcers drew their tranquilizer pistols, loaded with wolfsbane, and pushed through the crowd, shielding me. "Stop! This is the Neutral Sanctuary! Not even an Alpha can carry out a lynching here!" The Ironclaw Alpha grabbed the Enforcer's sleeve. "Enforcer! This healer's mistake killed my Luna! Arrest her and execute her!" A chorus of accusations rose up again from all sides.

Instead he looks at me the way a chess player studies the board after setting a trap. I feel it hit me then, that cold creeping certainty and realization that has been hitting me like whiplash that this wasn’t like any other assessment… I know, I’m screwed! Like really screwed! Like when your life gets inconveniently screwed by a sociopath, demon, psychopathic judge! Every instinct I’ve honed in years of profiling the most dangerous, deceptive minds is screaming at me now to run! HE’S NOT JUST A PSCHO JUDGE, HE’S JUST MIGHT BE A KILLER JUDGE!

I reply. “Yes.” Silence stretches, dense with implication. “If Death continues in this orientation,” I say carefully, “my ability to see through him will continue to degrade.” “Yes.” “And the weave will not warn me.” “No.” Judgment does not frame this as threat. He does not frame it as error. He frames it as fact. “What do you intend?” I ask. Judgment considers me for a long moment. “Nothing,” he says. “Yet.” The word carries weight. “This remains within allowance,” he continues. “But allowance does not negate consequence.”

"You're blocking me. If I'm supposed to judge him, I need to know him. You're stopping me." "You need to become him, whelp. The judgment isn't yours to call. You must feel him, then after the act you can know what he believes himself to deserve. That's the tricky part. We are never the judge, we are the executioner." The Throne felt something hook into his auric signature. "Brat! Hear me. You need to surrender to it now or you risk pulling me into the past with you!"

They didn't stop me, perhaps because they were too afraid to touch the girl who bled purple light, or perhaps because they wanted to see the execution. The Great Hall was a sea of fur, leather, and bared teeth. In the center stood a raised stone platform: the Judgment Block. Kael sat on his throne, his face a mask of cold, unyielding granite, but his knuckles were white where they gripped the armrests. Standing before him was Elder Hakan, a wolf so old his fur was the color of a winter storm. He held a jagged silver spear: the Fang Breaker. "The hybrid is here!" a voice shrieked from the crowd.

Then he glanced at the other Judges, "Don't you feel so?" They all nodded. "Stability over sentiments, that's what it is," one of the Judges said, shooting a glance at Luna Margot who smiled, fanning herself stylishly. Then she glanced at me, her smile turning evil. "Moving on," Halden continued, "we call on Alpha Kyril Grant." Finally, I'd hear him speak. I'd look him in the eyes and see whether he had orchestrated all this charade. Everyone turned as one toward the entrance.

The effect was both beautiful and unsettling — as though the Moon Goddess herself was watching our proceedings from every angle. I had heard rumors of this place, of course. The Chamber of Judgment, some called it. The Heart of the Pack, others whispered. A sacred space where the most important pack decisions were made, where ancient rites were performed, where truth could not be concealed. No ordinary wolf had any business being here, which only heightened my apprehension. Elder Mirella, Elder Ren, and Elder Thorne took their places.

When I finally do, her eyes are already on me. And there it is again…..that fire. It's not gone nor defeated, just recalibrating. God. She doesn’t lose easily. Neither do I. The judge leans forward and folds his hands. “It's now time for judgement and final verdict,” he says. And just like that, the room holds its breath. And this time, everything feels like it could break.