Facing Judgement

So, this was death huh? The Marquess hadn't quite been expecting this, but it was something at least. Many after all believed there was no life after death, only oblivion. The fact that there was something filled the Marquess with relief. It meant he could carry on in this world, though he would have to start over. How did the Afterlife work anyway? Was there currency here? Was there any sort of order?

Well, there was some order at least, because now he was being forced to stand in line. Along with many cloud individuals, much like himself now. So this was what a soul looked like. He expected it to be more...wispy, and less fluffy. Apparently he was in line to be judged, to see where he went in the Afterlife. So, there was at least a heaven and a hell. He figured as much, and it didn't take a genius to guess where he would end up.

Before long, he floated before a large red demon sitting at a desk. So, this was to be his judge huh? To be honest, he hadn't expected a demon, but it seemed to fit, especially since the Marquess knew where he was going. There was really no need to plea or bargain with the large demon. He probably knew what the criminal had done in his life anyway. So he may as well wait for his verdict.