Shadows of Justice


Coming from a religious home, I spent most of my life seeing the world as black and white, good and evil, but as I reached my teens and started to follow the news, I was swallowed by the vast ocean of grey that surrounded me. People who preached the word of god, leaders who were meant to inspire us, artists who were supposed to give us hope—so many of them were the worst people imaginable. So many of them had ties with people who made such atrocities their line of work.


It was not long before I began to question my faith, wondering what kind of higher power would turn their back on their creation’s suffering. My parents called my questioning blasphemous and refused to have a discussion on the topic. Even some of my friends were offended when I spoke to them about the subject. One of them said as a joke that maybe I should summon the Devil to see what they would say, but I took it seriously and decided to go ahead with it the following day.


That same night, however, I was suddenly awakened by a noise near my bed. The second I opened my eyes, I saw a swirling shadow take humanoid form, its dark energies rippling throughout the room with a smokey aura. Overcome by fear, I screamed for help, and as I did, the figure before me dispersed into the air. My parents stormed into my room and asked what happened, but I lied and told them that I just woke up from a nightmare. They wouldn’t have believed me, and even I was unsure of what I saw.


The next evening, I sat at my desk and decided to resume the story I was working on during my free time. It was then that the same figure from the night before appeared beside me. However, before I could react, this time, it spoke to me.


“Please don’t be afraid, I’m merely here to help,” they said.


“Help? Who are you, and what do you want?” I asked.


The voice introduced themself as the one I’ve been meaning to talk to—the Devil. I sat there speechless, unsure of what to say, but the Devil then made me an offer: If I were to allow them to possess me, they’d fight the battle that Heaven had abandoned. The Devil assured that no harm would come to me, and that my identity would remain a mystery to the world while they undertook their mission to rid the world of corruption. I was hesitant at first, but something deep inside wanted me to take that leap. I said yes.


And so, using my body as an anchor to the world of the living, the Devil carried out the duty of justice, eviscerating the rich and powerful who exploited the innocent for their twisted desires. Cloaked in shadow, they swept through countless cities and countries to ensure that no one would ever lose their loved ones to the whims of the wicked.

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