The Accuser
The light blinded him for a second, but he did not cease his strike. The moment he unleashed judgment, it had become too late to stop. But that light had been a darkness, that shielded his eyes from the truth. And now, chains wrapped around his body. Tighter than anything.
He looked down at the girl in disbelief. Where did this strength come from? She was naught but a dead shell at this point. One of her eyes had melted down with half her face. Even so, the chains persisted.
Might controls everything, Aruna. And without it, you cannot protect anything.
He stared at her. Only when he realized what happened, did he smile. As if he finally realized who the fool was all along. A joke, that's what this was. He let his guard down to a mere trick. But if he could not muster the will to kill her, what chance did a mere guillotine have?
"I am the Accuser, who drags the soul from man." He smiled. She had thrown everything away for this power. Just as he had. After all, they were the same, weren't they?
...I too wanted to be loved and protected. But I had to throw it away. To fight and survive. But you'll survive, right?
He roared with all his might, and smashed his foot on the glass-like ground. Everything shattered, the chains, the floor under him, and with a shout like divine thunder, he charged a final strike against hers. His everything against hers. No light, no darkness. Just his fist against hers.