Fleeing from the enraged residents of my city, I prayed to every god everyone knows for salvation. I asked them to send me a bit of luck and a little fortune. But I couldn’t even imagine that in the heat of the chase I would run into Him.
He is justice and judgment; he is the king’s pride; he is the one they scare little children with at night. The executioner.
One look at the crowd was enough for people to freeze and calm down. After hearing their accusations, he said only one word:
“Not guilty.”
And I should’ve been relieved, but as I came out of the horror I’d just lived through, I had time to indignantly think:
“Wait—what do you mean, not guilty?!”