6/15/2023 0 Comments Goban the destroyer"W-What the - ?!" He yelled, falling off his chair with a clattering THUD as a monumental explosion rocked the temple, followed by a crippling shockwave as Yemma's colossal size hit the deck. "Hmm," the large Ogre chimed thoughtfully around his mouthful, "If I work through lunch, I might have time for a pedicure before the next load arrive -." "Above, below, above, below," King Yemma drawled, taking a bite of his enormous sandwich as he worked, stamping his seal of judgment upon thousands of spiritual records as they floated in front of him, one after the other. Don't be shy! You need to shrug off that extra naughtiness so that we can keep Hell as unsullied as possible after all." "Right this way you naughty little devils!" Another blue-skinned attendant spoke from the opposite end of the temple, signalling the spirits destined for HFIL down towards their enteral fate, "Be sure to enter the soul cleanser on the way down to your doom. There's no need to rush, you're already dead!" "Single file! Single file!" A short and specky Ogre called over the hustle and bustle of souls, dozens of wispy cloud-like forms gathering around him as he directed them towards the gateway that led to the heavens above, "Please proceed in an orderly fashion as we prepare to board the shuttle. And was enough to make several of Yemma's attendants wet themselves, even if the young man in question was wearing a dress and carrying a toilet plunger that was twice as tall as he was… Though from what he'd heard from the whispered gossiping of the Lower Kais, he seemed rather apt at the role - which was quite terrifying by all accounts, as Lord Beerus was enough to deal with on his own.Īh yes, the look on his face when The Warp had appeared in the middle of the Check-In Station yesterday morning was one of pure, unadulterated rage. But he couldn't understand just what they had been thinking in training a boy - Son Goku's boy for that matter, up to become the next God of Destruction. King Yemma wasn't one to question his superiors, not by a long shot. A mystery it had been, until word had filtered down through the divine ranks about Lord Beerus' new (and incredibly young) disciple some years later, and it was then did he realise that Gohan's soul had been chosen for a higher purpose. For nothing got past his nose when it came to the inner-workings of the dead. When Gohan had died, he'd been just as stumped by the disappearance of the young boy's soul just as much as the Kais above him. But it couldn't hurt if he roughed the hellions up a little. ![]() Granted, he was down there for a different assignment, one drafted by the higher Gods themselves. It appeared that despite his divine status, Son Gohan took after his father all too readily when there was trouble afoot, unable to stand aside and let chaos reign. Oh yes, Lord Gohan was more than enough to beat the rabble back into submission, and honestly, who else would be stupid enough to challenge him?! It was a good thing that they had a certain Junior Destroyer on business down in HFIL at the time, or else he was certain that they would have been in a rather sticky situation. They had been particularly restless as of late, forcing the King of Ogres to redeploy some extra staff to the lower levels for want of keeping them in line.īut from yesterday's daily report, it appeared that the Ogres weren't quite as equipped for a jailbreak as he'd hoped. There had been an obvious tension gripping the universe for months now, and it was clear that the inmates of HFIL had felt it too. Though things were not as quiet as he would have liked. It was lucky that Son Goku and his friends had managed to put an end to that monster before it was too late and the second reckoning of the wicked Majin had come into fruition just as it had done over a thousand years before. He had nearly keeled over when he had heard that Majin Buu had been released again, and he had caught sight of the long line of souls that had backed up so far along Snake-Way that he could barely see where it ended. ![]() Though King Yemma was just thankful that the days of Frieza's Empire were over with - oh the decades of paperwork that never seemed to dwindle was enough to give him palpitations! There would be peaks and troughs of course, and particularly busy if there was a war or natural disaster that had ravished a planet or two. "You go above… and you go below…below, above, below, above, above, below, below, below -."Īnother day, another quota of souls to be judged.
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