Romans & histoires When Judgement Comes For You

I immediately covered my ears but I could still hear that voice that could destroy my hearing "Ahhh!!— that's it!." He stopped and a shadow appeared in front of me. "I want to kill you but I'd rather let you live while suffering for killing my comrades. The prophecy has been made." "When the next red moon appears in the sky, you will be judged by your punishment— a punishment that will make you want to beg for your own death." When he uttered those words, the atmosphere grew darker and darker as if I was inside a small box and my breath was slowly running out. I woke up while catching my breath. I grabbed my collar and opened the first button of my shirt to breathe more freely.

“He’s gone.” He blinked once, nodded, and slipped back into the press of bodies. My hands trembled as I rose. When I returned to Maxim, his stare hooked into me. “You’re carrying something,” he said quietly. Not a question. A knowing. The words lodged in my throat. I opened my mouth, but Ruby’s voice cut sharp through the ruin. “Dawn comes,” she called, her face turned toward the paling horizon. “And with it, judgment. What remains of us will decide what comes after.”

"This is the final judgment." As he hit the table, the judge said Even after everything Sheena has been through, they still have true justice. Because they know that evil will never succeed. **

My father slowly lifts his head and looks up at the sky. His face is pale. His voice shakes when he speaks. “She is coming.” I swallow. The silver light floods the clearing. And for the first time in my life I realize something horrible. We are completely powerless. And the Moon goddess herself is coming to judge us.

he said. I blinked. My chest tightened. “Then what is it?” I asked. He swallowed. “It’s a judge.” My skin went cold. A judge. Not a weapon. Not a tool. A judge. It made my mind race, because I knew what a judge did. It decided who lived. It decided who died. It decided who was guilty. It decided who was innocent. And the spine was deciding me. “Why does it judge?” I demanded. “Who built it to do that?”

"It is true that I'm a Third. I was brought here under false pretenses and judged without an opportunity to prove myself. Then I was handed a death sentence." "And tell why you were judged unfit, human!" Kaniji demanded.

William nodded, “Couldn’t ask for more. The kids have been a blessing too. I won’t have to worry about them. They’ll do fine without me.” He smiled at Yvonne, “So what happens next? Do we spend the rest of eternity together?” Yvonne laughed but her laughter was cut short by a crackling of lightning, followed by the deafening sound of thunder. They both looked out the window and marvelled at the downpour. “Unfortunately, I’ll be leaving for good come tomorrow. As I said, I came to bid you farewell.” “But we’re both dead….”, William didn’t understand. “We all get 7 days to say our goodbyes. Then we’ll truly disappear from this place and move on to the afterlife. Who’s to know? We might meet ag

I would still try to avoid that punishment — it wasn’t going to bring any of those mice babies back from the dead — but I certainly understood the reasons for wanting to bring me to justice. Although, technically speaking, Maurice had been the one to kill the pregnant mouse. Not that I would try to hide behind that. I wouldn’t throw Maurice under the bus, especially as he wasn’t here to take the fall for me. “But you said you were taking me back to Ratopolis to be judged. What are you judging me for?” “Judged,” said the Rat King, like that explained it. “Your blood will be drawn from your body. That is judgment.” This was apparently a definition of ‘judged’ I wasn’t familiar with. One that w

Her eyes betray a mix of sorrow and hope, knowing that only my decision holds significant weight in this situation. “You can try that stunt with the judge and see if it works.”

The system, unfeeling as ever, muted her cries. Then, it announced: [After the third and final round of judgment, termination will proceed collectively.] I felt a hollowness settle in my chest as I listened. The system's voice rang out again. [Next. Who will step forward?] My husband, Damion Carpenter, looked visibly shaken. "If I experience Adeline's life," he began, "will I be subjected to similar interpersonal relationships? Including her mother?" Damion's voice rose, indignant. "That's not fair! Everyone saw how difficult her mother was, constantly demanding money!"