2. Judgement of Corruption
"Innocent!"
Some of the people in the court seemed to groan as the accused grinned a bit.
Outwardly, the grey-haired judge kept a straight face as he said that word.
Inwardly, though, he smiled.
I have more money, now...heh. One thousand dollars is enough from them, he should be happy that I didn't ask for more...
This judge went by the name of Marlon.
Why was he doing this? Letting those accused give him money in order to let them be 'innocent?'
It was for the sake of his crippled, brown-haired daughter, stuck in a wheelchair since that car accident. If he was ever going to make her well again, he had to get enough money, right?
"Don't worry, my daughter..." he soothed her quietly as he gently embraced her. "I promise that you will be able to walk again one day..."
One thousand, two thousand, three thousand...five thousand...Hm. Seems like enough...and I can even afford the operation, now... Marlon figured to himself as he counted the bills in his head. A general of high ranking had been accused of killing a few families. Surely, this was enough to have him get the death penalty for it, right?
"Innocent!"
The crowd gasped as the general let out a roar of laughter.
"He's so corrupted! This must have been set up!" some of the townspeople whispered to each other. "We must kill him! And the general, too!"
The general was killed first, stampeded by the people.
Next came Marlon and his daughter, trapped in their burning mansion.
"Father!?" The daughter seemed panicked. "What are we going to do!?" She cried out.
All Marlon could do was try to comfort his daughter and he held her close, knowing that they were going to die for his sins.
Marlon woke to find himself in front of none other than the master of the hellish yard.
The Master of the Hellish Yard spoke in that deep voice of hers as she twirled a lock of raven-black hair. "Give me all your fortune, and perhaps I can consider not sending you to hell...after all, money is the best lawyer here in hell."
All Marlon did was just smirk, before shouting, "I'll never give my fortune to you!"
With a snap of the Master's fingers, he was sent spiraling downwards, downwards...straight into the deepest parts of hell.
I will collect again someday...and when I have enough...this hell will become a utopia for my daughter and I. It will...
