Poetic Justice

Helt gave him a questioning look, and no sooner was this done, his hand went flying to his knife. The blade was out, but too late as the two messengers had already drawn their blunt clubs. As he turned, the clubs slammed against his head, sending him down to the ground unconscious. One of the messengers staggered away, the knife jutting out of his reddened throat.

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Helt awoke in a dank stone pit, with a skylight set in the high ceiling. His hands and legs were bound in chains. And in front of him was Lord Taishik, and two guards, fully armoured in steel. One of them held in his gloved hands the small veerat he himself had captured. It squirmed and struggled, dripping poison. The Lord grinned in his flowing black cape.

"Goodbye, my friend. The rebel factions will have to find an assassin to match you….a task most likely impossible. Now I will leave you to die. The spiders will be fully grown soon. For now one will have to do. Well, I suppose this is what might be called…poetic justice, aye? Those dozens you tore from their mother’s womb will be avenged, as will your many victims. I do the world a favour. Aye…poetic justice."

So saying, he left. The spider was placed on him, and the guards followed him. The veerat took no time in finding Helt’s throat, and sinking its fangs into him. The latches of the door boomed in the enclosed space of the pit. As the poison worked through Helt, he felt peace replace rage and terror. Peace, because Taishik had just explained his death. It was worthy that he should die-it was fate. He deserved this terrible death because of his deeds. As he lapsed into bitter coma that would precede his expiration, he clenched his teeth down on the agony and closed his eyes. He had never expected fate to finally catch and punish him for his monsterous deeds-but it had. Thus was his faith restored. Because he knew, he knew in his failing heart that if he was to be punished, Taishik would also temp fate. And Taishik would face poetic justice as well. Someday, he would…in the meanwhile, he would die…..