In a world where the air is heavy with human betrayals and filth, where cities scream in muffled silence, Elia walks among the shadows, hearing the whispers of broken souls, feeling the weight of truth with every step. Every scent of corruption passes around him, every gaze holds a story of enduring pain. No safety, no mercy, no refuge for the weak… here, where blood mingles with shadow, and silence itself becomes judgment, a court unknown to all begins, and the universe trembles with the first note of the blind judge's violin.
Chapter Six: The Triple Scaffold of Vice
After Elia buried the little girl, he walked into the forest, weaving through the trees. Lilith said to him: "Do you still believe that humans are born pure?"
Elia replied: "I do not know, but angels were created with minds, and animals were created with lust. Humans were created with both mind and lust. If the mind dominates, humans ascend to become like angels. If lust dominates, they become like beasts."
Lilith said: "Let us see who will dominate in the next city."
The air carried an omen of corruption, heavy with filth, but Elia paid no attention. He encountered a strange man and asked him: "Is there a city nearby?"
The man replied: "There is a beautiful and close city. Visit it and you will not regret it, for it pleases the soul. Go and enjoy, ha ha ha."
Elia smelled the foulness in the man's aura and continued his way until he reached the intended place. Upon stepping into the city, a girl greeted him: "Do you want to spend some time with me?"
Elia did not respond, and Lilith said: "This world is weighed down by sins… and I am its conclusion."
Exhausted, he took a corner on the sidewalk and lay down. He could not sleep, as he heard many approaching sounds. He overheard someone saying to another: "Give me your wife and I will give you money and wine."
The second person agreed. Elia whispered: "Damn your mustaches… mustaches of filth."
As the sun approached the horizon, Elia entered a tavern to eat something. Upon entering, a group of girls gathered around him. It became clear that it was a tavern, but he paid them no mind. Suddenly, a group of ruffians struck Elia and threw him out of the tavern of filth.
He sat on the sidewalk, leaning his back against a wall. Not long after, someone approached and said: "Hello, young man."
Elia replied: "Hello."
The person asked: "Do you want to enjoy yourself with me?"
Elia could not contain his anger any longer and drove the man away. He stood at the city gate. Lilith said to him: "The necks have begun to fall. Deliver your judgment."
Elia shouted loudly: "O divine wrath, resound!"
He lifted his violin and began the judgment:
[: Sharp funeral notes, like a blade scraping bone, interspersed with violin plucks that spit the truth]
"Whores of cloth… and of the body exposed
They follow corruption… in all winds
Between the thighs… sale and purchase
And in the features… death of modesty
They display flesh… to a blind heart
And in the bowels… the bleeding of wounds"
[: The rhythm intensifies, poisonous notes tear the veil of pretense, exposing the nakedness of souls]
"Creatures of falsehood… dressed as strongmen
They sold the free… for gain
In the market of disgrace… displayed
The vile take… the price of astonishment
They weep over honor… in the night of betrayal
The cuckold sings… for a forsaken soul"
[: A wild, pounding crescendo, Elia plays in the spirit of "the murderer," notes falling like hammers on heads]
"O curse of the universe… in the depths of lewdness
You have perverted the soul… with the evil of whips
A stud inclines… to the ugliness of his kind
Necks have perished… in this corruption
The natural order of my Lord… you have torn its purity
I shall erase existence… it becomes mortar"
[: Sudden silence, then a heavy whisper laden with "the insight of ruin"]
"Your purity is filth… and your manhood void
I am the blind judge… and in me, regret blazes
The veil has fallen… and the face of vice revealed
No prayer shall save… those buried in disgrace"
[: A final, powerful strike breaks the silence, followed by the sound of Elia's cold breaths]
"Wash yourselves in your filth… build your graves from your ashes
The erasure has come… and the covenant ends…"
…
Guilty.
Lilith said: "I leave you all tonight."
Elia turned and walked away slowly, as screams rose and fires spread. There was no escape…
This was not Elia's judgment, this was the judgment of heaven.
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To be continued
And when the final notes quiet, and the heavy silence follows the screams of souls, Elia stands upon the ruins of the city, gazing at scattered ashes and shattered faces, realizing that justice is not something granted, but something imposed upon those who deserve it. Every sound, every whisper, every tear passed through his violin, transformed into a cry dissolving into the night, proclaiming that the world will never be the same, and that erasure has begun… yet it is not over.