Sonata of Justice

Exposition
The mace was an unfathomable thing. It was not forged of the finest metals or formed from the old magicks, but carved of an ancient stone that was impossibly heavy for anyone to wield except for one having animate hatred.
“Justice! what do you know of justice? You slew us all without mercy,” the mace said.
“Must we always return to this argument? Your ilk was black with rot, a blight on truth and anathema to compassion.” He spoke with seething rage as the mace was a thing of constant torment for him.
The mace reverberated in a deep subsonic response. “Indeed, there are many amongst us who well deserved your wrath. However, not I. I helped you at every turn. You are a vile fraud, and now you have imprisoned me here to endure your putrescence for all eternity. You are a hollo soul filled with hatred, an unfit judge and a perversion of Justice.”
Development
He detested the mace with all of his being, for it represented a raging inner conflict that needed to be resolved. Rather then retort, he kicked down the heavy wooden doors, hammering the guard on the other side, who looked up in shock. “What … are you?” “I am your end. Let me introduce you to some of my acquaintances. I really don’t like them very much and I think you will fit right in.” The stone mace screamed through the air, mauling the guard without resistance. His end was swift, but the guard felt much more than pain as his essence was dragged into the weapon.
Recapitulation
The guard landed hard on a stone brick road. He felt his wrist crack and knees buckle. The pain was a temporary distraction from the surreal scene surrounding him. The sky was reddening with a black sun setting along a stretched horizon. A long line of pilgrims, mostly soldiers with various pieces of shattered armour, walked slowly towards a silhouetted tower that seemed impossibly distant. “Get up, cur. We are on a pilgrimage without end to a better life that will never come.” The guard looked around, stunned. “Oh, another ignorant victim. Let me guess — you don’t know what’s going on. You don’t deserve this. Get moving or you will discover pain beyond your comprehension.” The court jester mused as he turned and walked along with the neverending procession. “Justice, hah! How many idiots like you have to die to set things right? Oh well, more food for his hateful thoughts.”

“Justice! what do you know of justice? You slew us all without mercy,” the mace said.