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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 21, 2016 1:02:53 GMT
King Yemma"I gotta admit, this place looks better than I thought it would."The little puffball once known as Xylo shifted through the line, finally making it to the front desk. It seemed this place was run by the immense King Yemma. Though he seemed intimidating, he looked to be quite bored. Perhaps he needed to get out more. As Xylo was instructed earlier in the line, he would have to tell Yemma his most pure-hearted and most wicked deeds. He cleared his non-existent throat, before speaking to the God. "Well, this should be simple for you... My most vile deed was most likely helping plant the Tree of Might on Planet Arcose, while my most kind was... Well, I suppose it would be when I saved one of my comrades from death." He attempted to fold his arms, but found he had none. "I doubt there's much pointing me towards heaven. If there was, I'd probably be alive right now."
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Post by King Yemma on Mar 21, 2016 4:42:29 GMT
The great red ogre stroked his beard at Xylo's tale, peering professorially down at him through his glasses. "Uh. Yeah. Planetary destruction is kind of frowned upon in this establishment. But uh..." King Yemma flexed his massive gavel. "Let's see how you weigh on the Scale of Karmic Justice." Snapping his huge red fingers, an oversized bathroom scale appeared beneath the green puffy ball that was Xylo. It's LCD screen immediately began to dip into the negative, the little emoji face next to the numbers slipping further and further into a frown until it was on fire. Soon the scale stopped showing numbers at all, and simply read BEEZ.
King Yemma cringed. "Ooo. Wow. Not good for you. You're going to go be the plaything of the Prince of Darkness. He's got some temper issues, but don't ever tell him I said that." He tapped his gavel, and the Scale of Karmic Justice disappeared, replaced by a black pit that dragged Xylo's spirit down into the deepest reaches of Hell. "So long!"
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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 21, 2016 9:23:20 GMT
Xylo felt his entire form being sucked into the blackest vortex there was. He stared down at it, and, despite accepting his fate, desperately tried to resist being pulled into the darkest void imaginable. Soon enough, he was sucked up, being plopped down in some random part of the land known to some as the Home for Infinite Losers. His soul scanned his surroundings, wondering just what was in store for him. To his surprise, the place was actually quite peaceful; not a single soul was causing ruckus, and most were simply enjoying themselves in some manner. Xylo couldn't help but chuckle. As he wandered, he couldn't help but notice a few patrons of hell still had their bodies. It mostly seemed like the stronger warriors who were able to regain their true form. He had to wonder how they did it. He floated up to one of the tougher looking warriors, speaking up with his somewhat feeble-sounding squeaky voice. "Excuse me sir, how did you regain your body? I was hoping to regain it soon, as a man named Beelzebub is apparently asking for me."The warriors expression soured, a hint of fear behind the cool facade. "Beelzebub eh? The Prince of Darkness? Well, if you really gots'ta know, I earned it back by playing along with one of the local wizards games." He pointed his thumb behind him, directing Xylo to a meager shack in the distance. "Thanks for the help." Said Xylo. "You won't be thanking me soon." The Hellish Denizen retorted. The little soul floated towards his new destination, sending a telepathic message to Alaistair as he trekked along. "Alaistair, this is Xylo. It seems I have... Perished. It seems a certain high-ranking demon has requested my presence, so I'll be splintering off from our group until I've dealt with whatever task he's given me. Perhaps you and Kizuki should work on regaining your bodies in the meanwhile." |
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 22, 2016 16:14:58 GMT
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