Servants Of Redemption: Chapter 1 - To Lose It All

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I, Vengeance, stood next to Justice as we waited for the warmonger Ishbal Kamizan to be brought before us.

We waited for some time before Honour entered the room, four guards surrounding the warmonger behind him. The guards placed the broken shell of a man in the seat in the middle of the room, then moved to take up positions around the room.

Justice faced him and spoke, "Ishbal Kamizan, you sit before us accused of genocide and mass murder, how do you plead?"

Ishbal glared up at the two tall and formidable women, his broken claws of hands grasping futilely at the ends of the chair's arms. It was amazing that he could even move his hands, they had been so badly broken beneath a horse's hooves when he was captured nine days earlier.

He snarled, dribbles of spit falling from his lips, "I did what I felt was right, the metal in those mines should have been ours!"

I spoke, making no effort to hide my disdain for this piece of human filth, "Even though they belonged to the people of Ilastria?"

He laughed, his fingers still grasping at the chair's arms, "People? Not at all, they're animals, animals don't need mines or metals in them!"

Justice frowned, her sightless eyes looking over his head, "Yet they defeated you time and again, the last being the worst of all your losses, three years and more of fruitless battle ended when they forced you and your honour guard back over the border ten days ago."

I smiled, a smile that cause most men's blood to freeze in their veins, "And you came back here alone to try to kill Ilastria's queen."

Justice looked down at the now frail man, "The remnants of Ilastria's army, barely 500 strong, returned in time to save her, and caught you."

I smiled at him again, and he shrank into the chair, visibly blanching, "You knew not that the Queen of Ilastria is a priestess of Redemption's?"

He overcame his fear and leaned forward, snarling, "What does that have to do with me being here?"

"You stand before three of Redemption's Servants, I am Vengeance, she is Justice, and that is Honour behind your chair."

Justice chimed in, looking straight into his eyes, "Murder or attempted murder of her priest or priestesses is a major crime here in Ilastria."

Honour spoke for the first time, his voice sounding like gravel underfoot, "You caused the deaths of over 251,000 people, for some metal."

I spoke again, no longer smiling, "Ilastria is nearly broken, having lost over 94,000 of her 171,000 people in this needless war. Your land, Ebrana, is in much the same state, having lost almost 157,000 of your 240,000 people over the last 38 months."

Justice added, "If it were not for Honour and his bringing 1,000 of his troops sworn to Her service, you might have won in the end. One of those young people, trained in the codes of bushido from long ago, severed your spine in battle in the Queen's halls, you'll never walk again."

I shook my head, adding, "Seven thousand Ilastrians and Honour's 1,000 wiped out all but your honour guard in the last battle of the war.I think it says quite a lot that they managed to defeat a force almost three times their combined numbers, don't you?"

Honour shook his head, then added, "You gave no thought at all of the costs of this unnecessary war in people and resources lost."

Justice frowned once again, then remarked, "You thought only that you could get their metals without having to pay for them in trade."

I stared at him, adding, "Ilastria was in such sore straits in this war that they lowered the entrance age for their army to 15 to find recruits. Many young men and women of Ilastria will never return home, many families are broken now, only the little children and the elderly remain."

Honour growled, "Many of those who died defending Ilastria were Her people, Her believers, and so we are here to deal with you."

Ishbal looked around him, first at the two women before him, then at Honour behind him, "What gives you the right to decide my fate?"

I laughed, and Ishbal flinched, "What better right is needed than that the Queen of Ilastria has left this issue in Her Hands, and She in ours?"

Justice nodded, having seen into his soul, "I find you guilty of both charges, the normal penalty for either here is a quite gruesome death."

Honour chuckled, low and menacing, "But we feel there is a far more suitable punishment for you than your death could ever be."

I laughed, looking down at Ishbal, "There is a small shack in the farthest northeastern parts of your land, perhaps a mile from the border, you will spend the rest of your days living there, unable to fend for yourself, and in sight of, yet never able to reach the goal you sought."

Ishbal laughed at these silly people, "And what is to stop me from finding others to continue in my stead?"

Justice smiled at him, "Why, the simple fact that you will have no way to communicate with anyone at all. There are no comm lines, no computers, no electricity at all there, and with your hands as damaged as they are, it is unlikely that you will ever be able to write legibly again."

I looked down at him, "You will have someone to tend to your physical needs, but he will not help you in any other way, he follows Our Lady."

Honour spoke one last time, "What better punishment is there than to have you be close to what you desire, yet unable to do anything?"

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what's to stop the caretaker

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what's to stop the caretaker from taking revenge of their own? This punishment doesn't feel very well thought out.

Re: what's to stop the caretaker

Quite simple, really, the caretaker is one of Her people, he doesn't harm others when there is no need to do so.

She's a goddess of redemption, so a person who has done great wrongs MUST be given the chance to redeem themselves.

It seems

That the punishment is not fitting for the crimes charged with. Having caused 251,000 deaths, and millions impacted by loved ones lost it seems that he is getting off easy.

I'd rather he relive every death of those he caused to die. Feel the pain of all the mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters and relatives when they learned their loved one was gone.

Anything seems more fitting than just sitting there staring at riches he won't be able to steal.

Sorry, I still really like the story just frustrated..thinking THATS IT?!?! THAT SHIT GETS AWAY WITH IT?!?!?

Sara climbs off her soapbox. lol

Re: It seems

Remember, Ishbal's spine was severed in the battle when he was caught, he'll NEVER move on his own again.

He'll have however many years are left to him to think over what he did, relive every moment, every life needlessly lost. He may never actually repent, my muse doesn't have info that far ahead, but he'll have to live day and night with the knowledge and results of his actions.

He has no way to communicate with anyone else, so all that he can do is THINK. The man with him is there only for his physical needs, i.e., to bathe Ishbal, provide simple meals for him, put a bedpan under him for bodily functions, turn him to prevent sores, etc.

Sigh...

Your muse is wiser than I am. I forgot that part, I was uhm... alittle quick to want to flay him alive I suppose.

Yes thinking about it now, the whole redemption part didn't figure into my ditzy moment, that's it. I was living up to my hair color, ya that's it... =]

I think I was a little overwhelmed with the sheer numbers and my heart broke for all those people, and my fingers were faster than my brain. =] I hope you can forgive me for my epic overreaction =]

Sara

a good punishment

justice, I think.

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More Chapters?

Great start. Hope there will be more chapters over time.

"May you live in Interesting Times" is a promise, not a threat!