Ant and Bee made their way into the grand hall of King Yemma’s station. Neither knew where exactly they were but they had an idea. Ant was able to move about the ground the worm, inching itself along at a great speed to keep up with Dr. Bee’s steps as he walked reluctantly forward. Ant more-so followed Dr. Bee at this point, ever since their remeeting Ant’s mind has felt a connection stronger than anything, even its own hunger. “I think… I think we are dead Ant… That girl… murdered us… It’s all my fault…” Dr. Bee said with a loud gulp at the end.
Dr. Bee could see the large desk that monumented itself at the end of the large room as well as the line that stood before it. He didn’t pay much attention to the details of the situation but somehow knew they were to stand on this line and proceed as such. He felt a sense of emptiness, as did Ant, something like they hadn’t felt before, but they were together in this and with that were comforted to a point.
The finally reached the front of the line and could now see the King himself, King Yemma.
“Ki…Kin…King Yemma! I AM A MURDERER!” Bee cried out loudly in tears.
“I have killed… to protect Ant! An innocent creature of our creation… Dr. Shamoy’s creation… he is here… somewhere… I killed him to protect Ant here! I had to, I just had to! Ant is pure and innocent, he just gets hungry!” Bee shook in his slacks and lab coat and tucked his head into his arms and shoulders as he awaited the King’s words; Ant laid at his side, his snout pointed up at the King.
Five months. It had been roughly five months since since any 'notable' souls had passed through this place. Good, as far as King Yemma the Giant of Judgement was concerned— it meant less paperwork and more chances for a snack break. In the midst of one such snack break after sending who knows how many souls where they were meant to go, Yemma only just barely finished a (comically large) tuna sandwich when one of the strangest pairs of beings had meandered into the magnificent presence of himself and his mahogany desk. “Hm? Woah, I barely noticed you two...” Usually, notable souls such as these would throw some sort of violent fuss.
Instead, the humanoid had a bit of an emotional meltdown. “Settle down, settle down, enough with the waterworks!” Yemma ordered gruffly, putting on his reading glasses. Glossing over the files on hand for these two, Yemma looked intensely at the ones known as 'Ant' and 'Bee'. Unsurprisingly, it was as Dr. Bee had said, he had killed before. It was to protect the creature beside him— Ant. While Dr. Bee's file was, well, a somewhat solid file, Ant's was, erm, more like a small slip of paper given how short it's life was so far. Now, any other Ogre wouldn't have had a hope of finding it, but Yemma was a pro at this stuff. Yemma also cross referenced things from Shamoy's file just to be absolutely sure of his judgement. “Alright. I've figured it out. I'll be sending the both of you to Hell. You've lived a pretty morally grey life, Doc, and Ant there doesn't have anything resembling a moral compass to recognize what they've done while left unsupervised.” Yemma swung his gavel, revealing a magic escalator that would take Bee and Ant down to Hell. As they were ushered by Ogre attendants, Yemma spoke to them one last time. “Now you better keep a keen eye on Ant this time, alright? That Shamoy fella— I remember that they're one nasty piece of work.” It was always those mad scientist types that gave Yemma a really slimy vibe, hopefully Shamoy's soul was already cleansed and recycled by now... Only time would tell.