Khalimandaria
When had it grown dark in this fascinating realm of endless possibility and better yet, when had Khalimandaria fallen asleep, just to awaken to this darkness? Maybe asking about when these things had happened was of little significance, given the circumstances of existence, and that the why was a much better question to ponder. Why had darkness descended upon this one’s form, and why had it fallen asleep? As to the latter, Khalimandaria was clueless as to why it slept, or what seemed like the act of sleep, at seemingly random intervals during its periods of wandering for it seemed like such a silly and useless action which did not aid in the deliverance of justice by one iota. As to the former question though, why did darkness descend upon this being, was much stranger and elusive, it was something it had difficulty understanding at times, even as to its own cluelessness.
The darkness always seemed to follow Khalimandaria as decidedly as this being pursued the wicked and villainous that deserved to have righteous punishment served upon their ever-deserving forms. At first the darkness had always come upon it in such a gradual manner as to seem nigh indiscernible to the naked eye, sometimes taking . . . what felt like long periods of time to fully envelop the angel of justice. It had been steadily growing in rapidity though, the length of time shortening drastically as this one continued their journey through this endless world, and it this shortening of time always seemed to occur when justice was being dispensed upon the wicked. Khalimandaria felt the darkness was born from the wickedness of punished souls, with divine retribution cleansing them of the taint that would then seep into the world of the walking.
As this one began to bring itself up from its seated position, leaning its weight ever so slightly to one side and using its sheathed blade as a slight form of leverage, a brilliant, white aura began to envelop Khalimandaria’s body, expanding ever so slowly until forming a semi-sphere some five-feet in diameter. The light began fading slowly, its assuring warmth leaving just as quickly, and when this one looked again the darkness had fully dissipated, as it always did once this bringer of justice brought forth its pure, cleansing light into the world. This light was always the tide-breaker in concerns to the ongoing onslaught of wickedness that assailed this world, it was the condensation of all that was pure in the world, and Khalimandaria was its conjurer, able to bring the corporeal essence of purity into the world and use it for its righteous purposes.
When this one looked around, all that it could see was a wondrous rolling plain, covered in blankets of vibrant, green grass as far as the eye could see, the horizon broken here and there by trees similar to the one upon which Khalimandaria had rested previously. Why was it here? The reason was unknown to this one; surely it must have had some purpose for coming to this place, a place which seemed utterly devoid of the wicked and vile which Khalimandaria pursued so vehemently. The being looked around, trying to decipher its purpose prior to its slumber and expulsion of the darkness which had enveloped it so. Was the darkness trying to lead this one astray of its intended target, or was this one in pursuit of this indistinguishable darkness?
Ah, yes, this one remembered there being a city that lay in ruins, the smell of smoke and ash still seemed to linger upon this one’s being, but why was this city no longer in sight, had Khalimandaria finished its business there? A light wind stirred the country-side, stirring the grass in brilliant waves which rolled to and fro with the current’s breath and the leaves up above stirred restlessly, the crisp rustling of this verdant world stirring a feeling of harmony deep down within the being’s essence. This one would not have left the city without determining if any injustice had been done to the people there, surely it would have not done such an unconscionable thing as that. Khalimandaria turned around to take in another view of the plains upon which it was currently standing, and brought its vision down upon the ruinous city which had inhabited its thoughts previously.
The world was doing it again, it never stood still, not even for a minute, surely it was not Khalimandaria moving throughout the world for it was standing still, the world must be speaking to it, obviously its work was not done at this place, there was some stone left unturned. Whether figuratively or literally this one set out to find out exactly what that secret was, and it would stay until it was uncovered, that or its duty to punish the wicked called. Meting out punishment was the main priority of this being, and nothing would stand between it and achieving that purpose, it knew that for a fact. Such a situation had come before, where someone tried to stop a wicked being from receiving its punishment, the only thing that Khalimandaria could do was punish them as well, a being who shielded the wicked was no better and deserved an appropriate punishment. This one continued back into the city, hoping to find whatever answers for which it was currently seeking.