I know that someone answered my poll, but since that barely anyone voted, I decided to choose the two Vocaloid songs I will use for this story. So, thank you me, it's Judgment of Corruption and Madness of Duke Venomania. Do not hate me for this choice; I was wondering if I can do a crossover of two songs. Also leave a review if you read the story so I'll know if you are interested. Enjoy!

Note: I do not own Vocaloid songs or characters; I only own how the characters play out in this new, twisted plot. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Also, this story has sexual content, mostly rape, strong language, and violence. If any of these things are none of your interests, or if you are under aged, then I strongly suggest that you don't read this story; if you don't heed this warning, then be WARNED…

Once again, the courtroom of doubt is open again. "Bad people laugh, good people cry. Of course, if they want to leave, they must pay me…" A man mutters to himself as he wears his judge's cloak; his name is Gallerian Marlon. As he steps down the stairs, he sees his young and beautiful daughter coming to him to bid her father goodbye.

"Father…I hope that your day will be fine." The fifteen year-old, Elisa, smiles at Gallerian. He pats her hand gently, and looks down at her legs. She has been paralyzed for eleven years, and Gallerian yearns for a cure to help his child to walk again.

"I know it will. And I'm sure that you can stand on your two feet eventually. Time cures all the world's diseases. Oh! Clara, good morning, my dear." He turns to his wife, Clara Marlon. She spins around in her red, frilled dress. "You certainly look lovely, like our young Elisa."

"She will eventually become beautiful. Do go, or your reputation will be spotted." Clara kisses Gallerian with fine grace. "Oh; don't forget: we have a fine dinner to attend to."

"…That's right, Clara! Happy birthday, Elisa! Do be a good girl. I will be back soon." And just like that, the proud father leaves the comfort of his home.

"He already has a lot of wealth to provide me some aid, right mother?" Elisa begs to question. Clara shakes her head.

"He needs plenty if we ever run low. It's not just you he's concern about; he cares for this entire family, so he saves all his wealth to future usage." Elisa looks down at her feet. She then goes to the dining room by using her wheelchair to get to the room. "I'm sure he'll be just fine. However, don't be going out at night."

"Why not, mother? Is something the matter outside the town?" Elisa starts questioning again. Whenever she's just so curious into anything, she will ask questions, Clara thought as she enters the room and sits down across from her only child.

"…You never heard of Sateriaji Venomania? Multiple women have gone to his mansion every night, and then they never leave. I don't know what has happened to them, but I fear that they are suffering misfortune. Who knows what he did to those poor ladies and hard workers…"

"Don't worry, mother! I'll stay at the house." The mother smiles gently. She's glad that her daughter would understand the circumstances. "But…we aren't going tonight, right?"

"Yes, we are. But I'm sure that your father will protect us, so don't fear about me."

"Yes, ma'am…"

At the courthouse…

"Feel glad that your daughter will be a wonderful lady someday, Gallerian! Don't push her so hard into growing up so fast." A jury member cheerfully said. The judge looks at the juror and smiles back, but had a face of deep fear of Sateriaji. If he can get the duke of his country beheaded, then he's fine.

"Thank you for those kind words. But, nothing yet about Duke Venomania? No reports about him yet?" Gallerian hastily questions. The juror looks through his files, and found no reports about the duke. "To me, he's nothing but a twisted man. About a quarter of our population is gone, and it's only women that are missing. I will not rest until Sateriaji is behind bars and is killed…"

"Mr. Marlon, don't push yourself! You'll just tire yourself. Please, just calm down…"

"I need some time alone, sir…" The day already went by with only four trials done. Three are innocent, and one is guilty with a death sentence within next week. However, only three more trials remain: one with theft, one with murder, and the last one with sexual harassment. That last one must be Sateriaji, he thought. He enters the room after ten minutes of fresh air and trying to collect his thoughts together. "Now, let the trial begin."

Outside the courthouse…

Elisa was getting her way back from the market, only to stop by to see her mother working at the local florist shop. "Hello, mother! I got the groceries you asked me to buy." Elisa wheels herself inside. Clara, who was arranging a bouquet of red roses and lilies, turns her attention to the voice of her daughter.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Now, just go on home and leave them in the kitchen. I'll sort them out later." She answers to her daughter. Elisa, who was smiling, left the shop at a steady pace.

"I'm glad you still have a loving child, Clara. Be proud of yourself." One lady mentions to Clara. She was rather happy to the fact.

Finally, Elisa returns home to set the groceries on the kitchen counter. She then wheels herself to the library and reads about the history of Sateriaji Venomania.

After half an hour of reading, she grew bored and fell asleep in her wheelchair.

At the courthouse…

Eventually, Gallerian has finished the day, being beat down with exhaustion. As he was leaving, he sees someone wearing purple: Sateriaji…his rival. For some time, Sateriaji once tried to take Clara to be his wife in their past. It wasn't until Gallerian was able to win Clara by his knowledge, appearance, wealth and skills with a knife. Now, those two have been long foes for some time now.

"…Hello, Marlon. I suppose you are doing fine…?" Sateriaji questions, those being the first words out of his poisonous mouth. Gallerian ignores the question and continues walking past the town to his mansion. "…Very quiet today, aren't we?"

"Don't make me take you into the court as well. Your crimes are very defiant towards this entire village! And if you ever lay a finger on my daughter or my wife, I will kill you in your sleep!" Gallerian then whips around and stomps away. Sateriaji then made a smirk.

"Then I suppose this is war…Mr. Marlon. Let's see if you want to play…with me…"

A/N: In Wikipedia, Kyle Marlon and Gallerian Marlon sort of share some relation, but I'm still not sure if that's really true. Also, Gallerian's wife is never mentioned, so either she went to Sateriaji's manor and got raped, or she is never around.

I hope that this story has a good start so far. I will apply the attributes of an M story soon, starting at the next chapter. Do leave a review once you are done reading. Thank you so much!