Rites

Justice Must...

During this time, Zaki returned home as usual, dining with his mother as if nothing had happened. He rarely talked about what he did or what he saw, only the occasional faint clink of tableware. When silence filled the luxurious mansion, it seemed so hollow and fake... It's time to fill it.

ID: 5006535

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 1

Starts Automatically: Yes

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: None

Tag Tips Text:

Random Text: None

Random Text Up: None

Actions When Wait Expires

This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
Zaki doesn't seem to have changed much

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

  • Type = Character
  • Card = Zaki

Pops: None

Slot #2
Fatuna strives to maintain the status quo

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Activation Conditions

This rite has no activation conditions.

Outcome

Prior

This rite has no prior outcome.

Regular

Arriving after hearing the disturbing news, you find only an intricate blood-drawn pattern covering the floor. Fatuna stands at its center, her belly slightly swollen, with clothing fragments scattered at her feet - unmistakably what Zaki wore yesterday.

"The Dark Lord blessed me with a miracle," her pale face, blood-red lips, and ink-dot eyes assemble into an unsettling smile, "allowing me to properly re-educate this child."

Conditions:

Result:

That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, Zaki, holding a dagger, quietly pushed open his mother's bedroom door.

His mother was asleep, her pale face expressionless. The new dagger was so sharp, it made no noise. Her blood gushed out, soaking Zaki's trembling hands like a warm embrace, splattering on his trembling lips like a comforting kiss.

“This is... For justice,” the boy muttered, clutching the weapon tightly, staring at his mother's face, tears uncontrollably streaming down, “Justice, yes... Justice,” he whispered, “I killed you, now I carry my own sin.”

When the tears dried, the cold dawn light spread over the two bodies lying close together, their blood mingling into one.

Result:

Extra

This rite has no extra outcome.