[ WP ] '' Normally , justice is blind . But this is the man who makes Lady Law open one wretched eye . ''

It was always the same thing, usually. 
 
 A man accused of a crime was brought before the statue. 
 
 Always, the statue decided. 
 
 And judgement came swiftly. Always, one of her hands moved. The right, with the sword - a guilty verdict, or the left, with the scales - not guilty. 
 
 There was no such thing as court. The statue was never wrong. 
 
 At least people thought so. Justice herself was bestowing these verdicts, and who were they to question her, a goddess? 
 
 One day, however, a man was brought to trial. Found amidst the bloody entrails of his wive and child. Of course, his head was severed in an instant. 
 
 Except in this case, after a few weeks had passed, someone else entirely confessed to the murder. How he'd staged it. How he'd shifted the blame on the poor mean who now lay dead and rotting in the pit with the rest of the criminals - no one who was guilty was deserving of a proper burial after all. 
 
 But how?! How in the world could Justice have been wrong? 
 
 And what would she do with him? 
 
 It did n't take them long to present the murderer to their goddess. To have him kneel in the same place the innocent man had knelt, and look up at the blindfolded image of Justice. 
 
 And there was nothing. Not for hours. People began to murmur quickly, then shouted. And just when a riot was about to break out, she moved. Dropped her scales, and dropped her sword. 
 
 And stepped down from the pedestal. The stone cracked and crunched against each other, while she approached the murderer. One hand gripped his skull, the other tore at the blindfold. Since it was part of the statue, there was no way it could come off, but what lay beneath was revealed. 
 
 Pulsing, bleeding flesh. The crimson liquid oozed from the jagged wounds in the stone, and finally revealed the terrible truth of their goddess. No word was spoken, but everyone knew regardless. Justice was n't just at all. She had judged how the people had wanted her to judge. 
 
 And right now, the people wanted blood. So much so, that the Statue tore her mouth open and revealed teeth more akin to an animal than to a human. The bloodlust of the masses was quickly replaced by repulsion and shock, as every man, woman and child present that day had to watch, as Justice tore the man to pieces. 
 
 But he deserved it, did he not? He had done the same to his victims, after all. And had allowed another man to die. 
 
 Once the deed was done, and Justice had dyed the soil vermillion, and nothing of the murderer was left but bits and pieces, her eye turned on everyone present. And only then did it become apparent - the gashes across her face revealed an endless pit of blackness from which a dozen or more eyes gazed. 
 
 And it seemed as if they spoke, while the statue stood, almost unmoving, dripping the man's blood and her own, after it had ravaged the guilty man - they seemed to speak, with remorse and great joy, with righteous dedication and a terrified whimper... `` Look at what you have done.'' 
 
 And ever since that day, mankind took it upon itself to disperse justice.
