Judgement Helltaker Novels & Stories

The chime became a voice, serene yet absolute: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the judgment and define its truth.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a presence, formless yet overwhelming, its essence a mirror of the nexus, its eyes twin voids of light. “I am Veridias,” it said, its voice the chime’s echo, calm yet shattering. “The Judgment Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is incomplete. Your hollowness is its flaw, your glow its hope. Choose its truth, or it unravels.”

She looked around the room but nobody aside, she and Ariela were in the room. Almost immediately, her father, Alpha Leander barged into the room and in no time Ariela was thrown into the dungeon. "Wow!" Rendall exclaimed when she told him everything. "So, she's awaiting judgment in the dungeon." "She is," Helia affirmed. After a prolonged silence, Helia asked: "Is it weird that I suddenly don't want her to die? I just feel like it wasn't actually her fault. Like, everything was destined to happen and she was just playing her role according to the script."

From the dark corridor where the Elder had been dragged, a slow, heavy footstep echoed—not the frantic running of a soldier, but the measured, rhythmic clanking of Judicator Trevor’s cracked plate armor. He stepped into the crimson light of the chamber, his greatsword gone, his hands covered in a thick, dripping black fluid that showed he had already made his own bargain with the dark to survive the courtyard. He didn't look at the dying Lycan king or the transforming entity. He stopped directly over Elena’s paralyzed form, his cold grey eyes burning with a desperate, unhinged vengeance as he raised a heavy iron spike over her exposed throat. The lineage dies in the dirt, Trevor whispered, h

“This can’t be possible! No one has ever escaped the Death Judge’s punishment.” “Moreover, such a perverted dismemberment maniac can’t vent his anger even after being stabbed 10,000 times. He’s dead for sure.” “Don’t worry, this might be a trap in the judge’s mind. He’ll give you hope first, and when you feel that you’ve succeeded, he’ll make you despair.” “Yes, that must be the case. Killing someone to kill their heart.”

Hell? I was the actual one who had crawled out from hell. The victims' families blocking my way saw me try to leave, and the crowd grew restless. A large man charged at me, shouting, "Give me back my son!" While the families were indeed pitiful, it did not mean they had the right to hurt me. "Ah!" There was a hoarse scream, and a police officer had already stepped in, throwing the man to the ground with a shoulder throw, pinning him down.

Keeping her from slipping into the quiet he had shown her before. “You don’t have to,” he said. Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. “You said there was a cost.” “Yes.” She swallowed thickly. “Say it again.” A pause. Then, closer still, his voice lowered—not in secrecy, but in intimacy. “You will not belong to heaven,” Malachor said. “You will not be reclaimed by a god who mistook your endurance for obedience. You will stand where I stand—between endings. You will see what others refuse to look at. You will carry what is cast away.”

There's a wicked look in his face, almost like he's fucking daring me. With a sigh, I gave him my number and the rest as they say is history. I started getting cleanup calls for all the mob bosses and their men then it became its own service along with killing. I’ve become numb to the entire exchange, I wish I could say I feel bad about it but I’m not killing school teachers or nuns, the guys I’m hired to kill are bad men, they’ve done terrible things. Do I feel bad for their families? No. They’re better off.

Then, Elaine and I started our new lives. Sometime later, I received a few videos from Mr. Quinton. The man in one of them was barely recognizable—he didn't even seem remotely human. He was curled up in a rusty cage, and his chest had collapsed. His ears and nose were missing, and he kept slamming his head on the side of the cage, leaving it bloody. Lindsey was the focus of the other videos. Her hair was a mess, and her gaze was unfocused. She was naked in a basement. She looked like she was in better condition than Harvey was, though.

The family whom I hunted to the last member of their clan, even to their unborn child. Debris and wrecks, I made my way through them until I reached the only remaining door. The cellar. I jumped down the two-story spiral staircase buried underground; crimson lights illuminated the hallways, hunted by the souls I put to rest beyond their time. Feral souls were buried here, and Tauri will become one of them. He will be forgotten and I will have one less enemy after this night. Henry was leaning against the wall of the hallway, covered in moss, a witness to the true identity of the king they were waiting to sit on the throne.

That's it, this is my end. He began to touch me and tried to rip away my blouse. But the last thing I prayed on my mind was "Please God, please save me". I think I don't deserve heaven life I always living in hell life and after death also I am going to hell only and I shut my eyes tightly ready to go for hell. But I think god heard my prayer, because he sent some Savior for me. My Savior is none other than my husband. Thank you god Akash POV ***********