Unity

Long before her creation, Justice and her sisters existed within their Mother, Wisdom, not as separate entities, but as pieces of a whole. The unity had allowed for a broad guidance when her Father spoke His dreams into existence. Those were their roles. The Father to create, the Mother to guide.

But her Father's dreams were expansive, and her Mother's patience was finite. And so Justice was born, as were her sisters. Kingdoms were created as needs arose, aspects of creation were birthed again and again. The universe thrived in order and purpose.

Eternity, though, is a long time.

While none of the sisters abandoned their purpose entirely, many became tainted with ennui. The human race, the crown jewel of Earth's fauna, ever learning, ever evolving, took the brunt of their discontent. Each sister was gifted with power, with responsibility, but some discovered that with minor manipulation of a human lifeline, the negative aspects of their Kingdoms bore delicious fruit, able to not only sustain the hunger their boredom created, but also a long-desired distraction from their existence. Humans were no longer something to guide and grow, but something to toy with and devour.

But not for Justice.

Justice remembered her purpose. She was to bring balance, to guide the souls of those alive to feel the injustices around them, to yearn for a better world. It was not her lot to create a perfectly ordered universe, one filled with only goodwill and kindness, but to plant the seed of such a world in the hearts of humanity. Not that there weren't times of intervention. Intervention was within her authority. Tim Thompson was just such an intervention.

He required special treatment, a profound intervention. Her sisters, Destiny and Luck, had singled him out early in his life, manipulating events around him to create a maelstrom of misery. And so Justice lived up to her name, and brought Justice to poor Tim Thompson.

But those days seemed long distant. Her Mother, who Justice had approached for guidance, had intervened Herself, welcoming back Justice and two of her sisters, Lust and Desire, back into Her essence. A completely unexpected turn of events, one that had left Justice only holding onto a sliver of who she was. She could still feel her purpose, remember her arrangements, her machinations, but there was so much more. A swirling mixture of her Mother and her sisters constantly bombarded her sense of self. She could feel things that she had never felt before; The heavy weight of order and forethought from her Mother, the earnest longing from Desire, the hungry and greedy need from Lust. Not to mention the gnawing craving to serve Tim, to bow before him, to prostate herself. All of it threatened to remake her into something new, something different.

Justice's Mother never did things by accident. Every move She made came with purpose. But what was She doing now? Justice, while the sister closest to their Mother, had not the far-sightedness of her matron.

But it was not Justice's place to question. The judgements of her Mother and Father may seem vague, but she would trust their outcomes. She only wondered what would be left of her when They were done.