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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2015 23:18:22 GMT
Aksor walked into the grand room with a satisfied smile on his face. He was going to hell again because of Koramund, but at least he died with someone he loved. Aksor snarled at his own pathetic emotions, before embracing them with a little warmth coming back to his soul. The spirit floated in front of King Yemna, and then spoke, "I remember this from last time. My worst deed is when I was young I murdered 3 Saiyans who were hunting for resources on Dāku Arenam. My greatest deed is fighting to protect Earth from Realigner Red, yet died protecting my best friend." Aksor awaited his judgement, but he knew that Hell was his fate. Aksor bit his limp in anticipation, licking where his mortal wound should have been.
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Post by King Yemma on Jul 24, 2015 17:35:18 GMT
( @aksor, so sorry for the wait ) King Yemma was shuffling through a pile of papers hastily as Aksor approached. He jumped at the Arcosian's words, peering down at him with his huge dark eyes. "Another from North Capitol, huh? I've been dealing with the paperwork all day. You wouldn't believe the amount of red tape us ogres go through!" He hmmed and drummed his massive fingertips across the desk, causing tremors throughout the Check-In Station. "Aksor, Aksor. You've got a bit of Koramund in you. I remember that guy." He stroked his large black beard thoughtfully and leaned back in his chair. "Hmm. This is a tough one. But eh, you murdered people. Know how many nice old ladies and crinkly grandfathers I send to Hell on a daily basis cause they smoked someone when they were young and full of vim and vigor? Lots. Keep working on redemption and maybe next time you'll get to pop up to the picnic palace."
The gargantuan ogre gave a wave of his hand and a trap door opened below Aksor, sending him down into the depths of Hell.
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