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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2017 0:15:17 GMT
As he opened his eyes, the tree looked about at the familiar site of the Check-In line. Shrugging, he crossed his legs and floated there, moving forward as each new soul was judged. He spent the intervening time considering the issues he had run into. There were a few, including his hesitancy to just kill the defenders. Still, he had thought perhaps they would be able to grasp the idea. Clearly not. Perhaps a few deaths would cure them of their simplistic way of thinking.
He also needed to find a way to deal with those annoying barriers. He had techniques, but they were far too weak to really do as much as he wanted. Problematic.
When it was finally his turn, he straightened up, and moved rapidly over to where he had stood last time. "Greetings, King Yemma. If you wouldn't mind opening the doors down, I'll be on my way." He believed what he was doing was for the greater good. He had no illusions about the current state of his soul, or the place he'd end up. He would have tried to just head there directly, but that seemed rude.
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Post by King Yemma on May 20, 2017 10:29:01 GMT
A strange sight entered Yemma's vision as he finished yet another exhilarating round of judging. Instead of a soul, he was greeted by a tree... Man. It was fairly uncommon for souls to find their bodies after death, or some others to simply be revived by some force or another, but even rarer was that same soul coming back with their body intact after dying a second time!
The man was blunt, asking to simply be sent to Hell right off the bat. The King of Souls raised his brow, gripping his gavel as he spoke. "You're an eager villain, aren't you? What's the deal, eh? Looking to join Beelzebub's little club?"
Before Walker could respond, Yemma raised his gavel, and smashed it into the desk. Little did he realize, he did not hit the desk itself, but a button that was recently installed! It was a button that blended in with the brown mahogany of the desk, and it simply read:
"Soul Deletion" Yemma gasped, but before he could figure out how to reverse it, Walker's soul exploded in a puff of magic smoke, and ceased existing for the rest of time.
His grip on the gavel loosened, and his hands trembled. Not in fear, but rather unbridled rage. He flipped his phone off of the desk, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"STACEYYYYYYYYY!!! WHO TOLD YOU TO PUT THE BUTTON WHERE I SMASH MY GAVEL?!?!" He stood up from the desk and stormed off, looking for someone to blame.
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