No little boy you're going to hell

He was dead, but his trials and tribulations weren't over it seems. "What do you mean, "Being sent to hell"?' He stared at the large..Being in front of him. Yenma, he was called, king of all Ogres, and also the Judge of the Dead.

"Exactly what I said, you're being sent to hell for the misdeeds you performed." He stared Passively at the dead mortal in front of him.

Targos couldn't believe it, nearly a decade of protecting time its self and he was being consigned to the fires of purgatory. "All my work for the Time Nest, does that mean nothing then?" He wasn't..Angry, more disappointed. Bitter and most of all, tired.

Yenma frowned, his passive stare turning into a glare. He pulled open a drawer in his desk and took out a massive book, laying it on the table with a massive thud. He opened it and began tracing a finger across the indecipherable words written upon the pages.

"Targos, you started your career of misdeeds as a young boy." he began flipping pages, adding more and more to the pile as he turned each page.

"Granted, your head was filled with tales of 'duty' and other nonsense, so once you might have been forgiven." He kept turning pages, going faster and faster. Finally stopping near the last three pages of the enormous book.

"Do you know what this book is?" He asked, tapping the last three pages in the book. "It's your life story, from the beginning." he tapped the stacked pages. "To it's end." His hand returned to the three pages.

"All your deeds have been logged in this book, and these three pages." He tapped them with a pointed finger "Are all the good deeds you have committed in your life."

Targos couldn't help but frown. "Then it really does mean nothing." he said softly.

Yenma shook his head. "Not so, I am showing you your error, a life time of evil cannot be erased simply because you commit a few good deeds, it simply doesn't work like that, and I know for a fact you are not truly sorry." He closed the book and leaned back.

"This is why you are being sent there." he declared "Though you did begin redeeming your self it was merely not enough. Do you understand?"

Targos stared at the Ogre. "I understand." A grin came over his face. "And you're right about not being sorry, they tasted delicious."

There was a flash of light and all that was left of the saiyan's presence was his laughter echoing in the hall of the Judge of the dead.

"Even in death you do not lose what makes you 'you'. Admirable, but foolish." Yenma spoke, once again turning his attention back to the souls of the dead.