One moment he was on Arcose, the next he was floating as a puff of smoke in line with various other puffs of smoke, whilst red and blue skinned horned humanoids roamed the line. "So, this is the afterlife..." the former Emperor of the Arcosian Empire mused, getting as good a look at himself as he possibly could given the circumstances. "Ah, new arrival." said one of the horned entities as they came up to him with a clipboard. "I'm Carl, an Oni, and I'm here to fill you in on the proceedings here before you arrive before King Yemma. He's the really big guy over at the end of the line, and he decides if you go up or down, depending on the good and bad deeds you tell him you accomplished in life" he explained.
The puffball that was Abzerute blinked before sighing and shaking the equivelant of his head. "Heaven and hell really do exist. Oh well... let's get this over with then as soon as possible." he said. Eventually it was his turn in front of the rather large looking Oni King Yemma. Abzerute gave a polite bow, or at least he thought he was bowing. Hard to tell when you were a sentient cloud. "Greetings your highness. I'm Abzerute, and until recently I was Emperor of the Arcosian Empire. I'll keep it brief since I understand you have a lot on your plate. My good deed was ending the civil war in the Arcosian sector of space after it fell into anarchy following the Saiyan's destruction of Arcose. My worst deed... I suppose it would have to be executing the Saiyan remnants on Arcose when that world was revived." said Abzerute, once again giving his best attempt at a bow given his puffy cloud state of being.
Yemma's eyes traveled downwards, falling upon the sight of soul of the newest Emperor of Arcose. He blinked blankly, before checking his notes. "Wait... Abzerute, right?" He flipped through the pages somewhat rapidly, before landing on the bronzed aliens page. He peered down at the page, almost ignoring what the soul was saying while he perused the words.
The Mighty Judge chuckled, returning his attention back to the fallen lord. "You got killed already, eh? Politics must be pretty bad over there."
He tapped his chin with his pencil for a moment, pondering where to send the unfortunate fella. He gripped his gavel tightly, raising it skyward. As he began to thrust it down, his phone suddenly rang! With a confused expression, he snatched up the phone, grabbing the receiver, and speaking into it.
"Hello? Yes?... Alright then."
The Ogre hung up the phone, grabbing for his gavel again. "Prince Beelzebub called for you. Might wanna watch out for him."
With a mighty swing, he smashed the gavel into the desk, and a massive black hole appeared below Abzerute's Soul. He would quickly be sucked in, landing in Hell mere moments later.
Last Edit: Dec 14, 2016 12:23:21 GMT by King Yemma