Those who have been Judged

Awakening from Darkness into Darkness, the Silent One would awaken, their mind dizzy and trapped within a daze as a discordant sound travels through their ear canals as they attempt to recollect their thoughts. They shift upwards grasping their head as they stare out into the darkness, the feelings of the darkness flowing into her soul, and freighting her to the core, with her peeking around the corner, however as she does she feels her Toga being much more wet than it should be, feeling it as her eyes continue to struggle to adjust to the sheer darkness that was pitch black as the night, the night that felt so long distant and comforting in comparison, as her eyes begin to adjust more and more seeing her Toga soaked a Dark and Rich Maroon. She quickly backed up and feel back into the center of what she now saw was a Tunnel of some kind, she looked around herself to find the remains of a human laying next to her, as well with a countless amount of them all around them, as in fact the more she looked around she would see bodies upon bodies as far as her recently adjusted eyes could now see. She grasped her head as her eyes widened as she pants heavily, her body trembling within what she now remembered was the Catacomb Canal, and what she would soon remember of what even got here, as the sound of unfamiliar instruments rang through her ears in a somber but harmonious tune.

The Silent One was born without the ability to speak, she could laugh, scream, but never speak for it was like some being above placed a heavenly restriction upon her throat to never utter a word. As she grew up, more and more people accused her of various things, things she did not do because she commonly kept to herself, things she could also not dispute, things that the people took as fact, and so she was tossed down a hole, with the only words she remembered was, “Send her down to The Catacomb Canal! The den of our all-encompassing and holy savior! Let the lord that is The Judge cast judgment upon you foul wench for your unholy nature! Begone!”

She held her head down as she clawed at her own face, but forced herself out from the middle of the tunnel in order to not die, before the thought slipped into her mind, No! She mustn't succumb to such thoughts! She must live so she can live her own life! But it was hopeless, as such feeling poured into her body like a heavy liquid, dragging her down to her knees as she pours out a rain of tears, slipping down and covering her face, before suddenly a whisper brought her immediate attention as all her nerves stood on end, “Do not come here, but come here.”

She immediately scurred back a bit upon seeing several eyes peering out of the darkness of the Canal that persisted, before she blinked, with them all being gone. As that unfamiliar tune rang out of what appeared to be horns and drums, alongside other instruments that she did not know, a voice rang out with it being much more feminine but distant she needed to get closer. She had to get closer, as she pushed herself up and unevenly scurried towards that motherly voice. As she slipped and skidded her face across the rough and jagged marble floor, she could finally hear what she was saying! Her words rang out like a Heavenly Figure reaching out to her as the Silent One listened to the one who could speak to her, “..It's been a looong loong time~”

The Silent One quickly rushed more and more toward the voice, she was saved! She was saved from this hell that she was thrown into! She kept running running, not keeping track of what else she had said, for in her heart she had hope, hope that she would be saved, hope that the true god of this den would be merciful, hope that would soon fade completely as she stopped in in her tracks and stood in front of the true god of this Den: The Judge. As all of the instruments crashed in unison before continuously playing, with her realizing the music was as loud as ever, and there was no place it could ever be playing from.

She crumbled down before The Judge, its figure being wide and everlooming, shrouded within a darkness of its own body, no matter how much her eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the tunnel those same eyes could never hope to adjust to The Judge’s darkness. One half of their face as blank and seemed smooth with the other adorned with eyes and jagged curved spikes coming out from its head and down that side of its neck and arm, with the hands that were hung by them housing several fingers that soon reached for her face, with her too broken to stop them, the figure touched upon her cheek as the words of the woman rung throughout the room, and those words being not of  The Judge. 

“Never thought you would be, Standing here so close to me, There should be so much I should say~ But words can't wait, until some other daaaay~ Kiss me once, then Kiss me Once and Kiss me once again~ It's been a looong loooong time~”

The Silent one couldn't speak even if she could, she was just left breathing heavily as The Judge stared upon her, before it soon began to speak, but she couldn’t understand them at first until it-

“Rhinoceros Beetle, Shortee Collection, Keep the family away but keep the family near.”

Suddenly the silent one could feel an immense pain and tearing from within her arm as she looked to see The Judge tearing her arm right open from the inside, her blood now flowing out and mixing with the blood upon the floor. 

As she winces over in sheer pain, she lets out a blood curdling scream, a scream that rang throughout the entirety of the Catacomb Canal, Screaming out for anyone to hear and come save her from this nightmare, But she would get no response, only The Judge looming over them. Staring at her with those cold golden eyes, unmoving and unfeeling, they are like eyes constructed from a painting being meshed within the God’s form, she soon grows numb, not to pain but to all other emotions, for she had been rought dry like a towel being roughted out of water. She would just look at the pool of liquid covering the floor beneath there, as The Judge looms over them with their arms stretched out from side to side, showing the full spread of their arms as they once again began to speak, but it was in that incomprehensible dialect she could never hope to understand,

“Djitrcbskvksnf, Osgfidaghncloskur’e. Sjfjshajdheuyvansk. Jaksodunap, Agawapsihf.” 

Her numbness is then broken through by a hand puncturing right through her chest, why did this God even show mercy in the first place if it was just going to do this immediately after? Why did it even do this in the first place? She would look back at the Canal of bodies, before seeing something she hadn't seen before and something else that came to light, each and every one of 

the bodies were damaged in a different way compared each other,

“Live, But Die. Jsbfsofnskfhsop lsjfjdsnlajdosofu mncbcmsdivuygfbnmskich tyrgfhofgbvguitjbdymj hjvcvghhfhhvjhgvhgv.”

She then realized, as she falls back looking at The Judge, it was no real god. It wasn’t anything at all, it was more so a sheer presence that didn't belong in this world at all. As her eyes begin to grow heavier and heavier as a different kind of emptiness settles within her chest, she finally comes to the conclusion of what The Judge.

It was a being that had no Rhyme or Reason to what it does, no moral code, no delusions, nothing. It was a being who did random actions because it is what it knows, and it all it is. 

Its whole existence is simply Chaos Personified, and her fate was sealed as soon as she got thrown down here, as more hands came from its cloak to grab onto her and pull her closer.

For Those who have been Judged by this false Judge, I am sorry.