As the lone helicopter approaches the city, a variety of flying undead rise to intercept the transport. The birds, harpies and even a juvenile wyvern screech in the direction of the living, while the door gunner prepares his onslaught. The MG 3 tears into the flying creatures, while not killing the larger ones, they still cannot fly with so many holes in them. For a moment the helicopter continues unscathed, until a lone gunshot is heard from it, and the half-mutated corpse of the door gunner falls from the chopper.
The helicopter lands not much later, with a weary Krantz disembarking from it. Justitia flies down to meet him, and notices that the man that usually has a significant entourage with him, is now alone. He has certainly seen better days, looking as gaunt as a living man could. The defenders of Warshawa rush back and forth, finding no reason to stop and stare at the encounter.
Oscar Krantz looks at the light before him, both happy to see it, and sad that the last bright light Earth will see is... her. "What's the situation like?"
Justitia knows a request for a military report when she hears one, she has spent plenty of time with soldiers for that. "I estimate a maximum of three hours before the assault continues, the assault will end in... three to seven months depending on how many refugees and supplies make it through. The end result will be a victory for the dead. I also estimate a 20% chance we will be rescued in time, with an 90% chance said rescuers would kill everyone afterward. Fleeing to the closest portal is the most feasible, with an estimated casualty rate of 60-99%." She gives the full scale of the operations she knows based on the refugees that have been coming in, and the strength of enemy forces.
Krantz leans back into a park bench that was scorched and then covered in plants a while back, such a precise report would have been doubtful in its accuracy coming from anyone else. Yet, as he watches in front of him, the [Seraphim] shows no sign of doubt. She sure grew up fast from the girl who stormed crying out of his office when he broke her favorite toy. Much like... much like he broke the world, as not a single missile wasn't launched.
"J-Justitia... am I... am I one of the sinners you hate so much?" Justitia looks the man up and down, but for once her arm with the scales doesn't even twitch.
"That is not up to me to judge, I am not the one who should judge you." Krantz chuckles a bit at that, and the chuckling turns into a sobbing laughter.
Of course now of all days lady Judgement makes a decision by herself for once, and she chooses not to judge someone. Just his luck.
"I'm sorry." Krantz looks his fellow war criminal in the eyes as he says it, and-
*BLAM*
The corpse of Oscar Krantz falls to the ground, his sidearm slips out of his hand with one bullet less loaded into it. Justitia looks at the corpse in... confusion. She never thought she would see the day a man as shrewd as Krantz would run out of idea's, yet it came faster than she had thought.
What would she do? Fight until the bitter end, accomplishing nothing? Would she try independent action and try to destroy as much as she can? Would she end it all like Krantz did, and embrace an eternal peace? Would she run, trying to save as many people as she can?
No... it cannot end this way, it wouldn't be... Just. This planet deserves better than what it got, its people deserve better. Sure, many of them sinned, but now they will never sin again. A thought that makes Justitia strangely sad.
The unified screams of the end are heard in the distance, it seems that the end will not wait for Justitia to set things right. The wailing dead rush toward the city, followed by an incredibly dense shroud of wrath, in such a pure form it became a gas. The horde shows... co-ordination. Justitia narrows her eyes at the horde to inspect the undead properly. She knows the missiles were all alchemically enchanted with powerful light magic artifacts, some of which her own. If it exists because of light magic, it must seek out great sources of it in order to corrupt it and grow its horde, and the higher intelligence among the undead suggests that the cloud is somewhat sentient. Most of the undead are also sentient beings, as she guesses anything that doesn't harbor wrath cannot become a wrathful undead.
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A plan formulates in her mind, and she knows what to do. Saluting the former Feldmarschall, Justitia flies high above the purple cloud, shots are fired from below, and while the defenders don't know what she's doing, they fire everything they have at the location below her regardless.
"Sinner! I know you're here! I can smell the insolent stench of these ruined lands, I await you up here." The mist rises, accepting the challenge given by the [Seraphim]. Capturing such a powerful entity would be an impressive boon.
"Come to me!" Justitia, instead of warding off the mists, wholeheartedly accepts them into her body, lowering her magical defenses. She feels that the mists have latched on, and she latches on in return. Before it can spread throughout her body any further, she begins flooding her own body with light magic to counteract [Wrath]. It could become a lengthy tug of war... if one side currently didn't own the planet. [Wrath] finds her body plenty cozy, with all the hate directed to Justitia, but the tide turns when Justitia aims the scales at herself after fiddling with them for a bit.
[Scales of Judgement (UNE Lawbook) (Fatebound)]
[You judge [Wrath, a Deadly Sin] using the scales! It is found guilty of 1 count of omnicide! it is found guilty of 1 count of treason! It is found guilty of 1 count of planetary annihilation! It is found guilty of 34209874 counts of biological warfare! It is found guilty of 5832 counts of genocide! It is found guilty of 7543964054 counts of 1st degree murder! It is found guilty of 43209 war crimes! It is found guilty of 342 crimes against humanity! It is found guilty of 394 counts of assaulting U.N.E. assets! It is found guilty of 489573 counts of arson! It is found guilty of 9320475 counts of breaking and entering! It is found guilty of 39284737264823764 counts of illegally crossing borders! It is found guilty of 5 parking violations! It is-
Guilty, that's what it is. Especially as Justitia switched over back to her old law set, the one that would have judged wrath as sinful before it even existed. It has a few major drawbacks, but since [Wrath] is a sentient technically composed mostly of human DNA, it can be judged like a regular human could. The effect is immediate, all the bodies under its control shatter easily under the attacks of the defenders, and Justitia is slowly winning against the large mass of purple energy inside her. The scales are drained of all their strength, but they have served their purpose.
[Wrath] isn't taking the beating lying down, and needs to make a decision fast. Either cut its losses, and lose a large amount of it's mass within the angel, or push through to capture her. The sin isn't known for comprehensive thought, and pushes through to take out the angel here and now. Despite it being massively weakened by the scales, it still killed billions of people on this planet, and after pouring energy planetwide into it's sworn enemy, it knows it's winning. Neither side is able to close the connection at this point, and both pour their all into it.
Just as it seems that Justitia is losing the tug of war one final time, she pulls out another trick. Her trusty plasma-cutter, always there by her side ready to judge the worst of sinners. Today, it would judge the two biggest sinners on the planet.
Releasing all restraints on the tool, it's core rapidly starts going into meltdown. The safety measures had already been torn out, and the heat quickly starts building up. [Wrath] doesn't notice, as it is currently too focused on capturing a grand prize. A robotic voice is heard from the sword, a failsafe Justitia failed to rip out.
" The voice box fizzles out, as a critical mass is reached. Engulfing the area in a massive amount of heat and radiation, the town of Warshawa is scorched once more, luckily for its defenders most are simply blinded. In the center of the miniature sun, as Justitia disintegrates away, no one can see her smile as she does. She did it, she finally brought Justice.