The souls around him showed no fear, and simply moved away due to not wanting to catch whatever stupidity he had as if it was a transferable illness. The Ogres and heavenly attendees rolled their eyes or sighed, some did both. It was simply yet another damnable Thursday in the afterlife.
Unfortunately for Yurei, he had no corporeal form; therefore no hands or arms or even clothes with pockets to put said nonexistent hands in. To make matters worse, he had no tether to manipulation of Ki, and had absolutely no force to draw from.
His deranged fever dream of imaginary power aside; it was far from the worst mistake Yurei had made on this day. The Ogre Of Judgement himself, overclocked and overworked for millennia; King Yemma quirked an eyebrow at the pathetic little soul that started screaming at him. "Hm." There was an odd calmness coming from the giant; he had a strange feeling as of late-- perhaps that little imp Beelzebub wasn't wrong about things 'winding down' somehow. "I guess I can have a little fun just this once." He idly mused, seemingly ignoring his surroundings. "So, you're going to HELL, but I'll send you off with a gift just to make sure you can never leave."
All of a sudden, at a speed beyond Yurei's comprehension, his soul would be constricted by a wispy ethereal scarlet being with a glowing beard. The pressure was immense, beyond anything Yurei could conceivably imagine; the very fiber of his existence began to seize up, grind to a halt until even his thoughts and remaining senses dulled and slowed to a crawl. "Yemma Lock." Rumbled from the now smirking giant. The red wispy visage now solidified; for all eternity, Yurei would be stuck and unable to escape. As promised, the gnarly suffocating portal to the Brenchian bounty hunter's final resting place opened, and he was sucked away into the depths, never to be seen again...