Alex was waiting in line for his judgement to come. He wasn't sure what to expect nor what would happen, but even still he would have a basic idea of it. Central Intelligence Agency reports that whenever one dies they were to face their fates to King Yemma. If the person lead a good enough life, then they would be sent to Heaven. Rarer cases that which the most righteous of souls would go to meet King Kai. But those whose lives were evil will be sent to hell, no questions asked. Alex was expecting the latter of the three, wanting to keep to his word and wipe Quemon out from existence.

However, there were some circumstances at hand that has now changed everything. At this point he wouldn't even have to now.

He had seen the events occur with the end result as Quemon being plunged into hell forever by Yemma himself. He was right behind Quemon when the mass murdering hobo was given his sentence, more surprised than anything. That's what happens when you knock people into hell before they are given their judgement. Alex still prefers to go to Hell instead of Heaven, having commited a mortal sin known as suicide. But maybe there, if he would ever run into Quemon, he would rub his nose into the fact that Alex had ultimately won.

As Alex came to the front of the line, he saw the great mighty oak desk, and with it the great King Yemma. He was surprised that he was much more than what he thought he was. The CIA reports on Yemma's description were one thing, but to see the giant was something else entirely different. But for now he pushed his amazement aside and focused on the task at hand - his judgement.

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After the previous acts of Yemma, he had just finished sending the people that Quemon knocked into hell back to where they were supposed to do. Without a lie, he despised having to do such paperwork, but considering the circumstances they had to be done. After wiping his brow, he looked down on the strangely armored individual,

“Well, this may not be the first time I’ve seen someone in armor, but its still a very strange sight to see,” Yemma’s voice boomed, “Now, please state your name and how you died.”

"Alex Calibur, born June 16 at Mount Rainier, Washington. Death by murder-suicide," Alex stated almost on instinct.

He was surprised that he acted like this all the sudden. Was it perhaps a natural reaction of being in the presence of King Yemma? Or was it a mental reaction of being in the presence of the mighty desk, which the CIA states has extraordinary supernatural powers? He wasn't sure, but he had to get a hold of himself before he blabs for himself. He shook his head in order to get himself straight, and looked once more at Yemma.

"So...considering that I had offed myself, am I to be sent to hell now?" Alex asked as he rubbed the back of his head with a sense of embarrassment.

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"I'm afraid so," Yemma sighed as he jotted down the information and closed his little book, "Everything checked out well with you except for your final moments. Suicide, I'm afraid, is a mortal sin that even the most righteous have to be sent to hell for it. If the person you killed was destroying the planet then you would've been sent to Heaven instead. Martyring yourself isn't as simple as one thinks it is, you know. Well, to hell with you then!"

Yemma snapped his fingers, and a trap door opened up right next to Alex's feet. The great giant rubbed his eyes for a moment as he looked at what occured. This resulted in a facepalm on Yemma's part as he himself rubbed the back of his head in a sense of embarrassment.

"Ugh...that's the second time that's happened in the last century," grumbled Yemma after he facepalmed, [color=red"You mind jumping into that hole, there? That will take you directly into hell"[/color]

"Sure, no problem," Alex responsed as he nodded to Yemma.

Alex approached the hole, he could literally feel the sense of dread and agony that radiated from Hell. He had his fair share during his missions in Russia and Egypt, but this was truly something else. However, even still Alex was unafraid to face his fate in the fires below. With a wide, triumphant smile, he plummeted through the hole, descending into hell.

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