When Gandigan's eyes opened, he found himself staring into the clouds. Gone were the pillars of magma, the continents being torn in two and the mad Saiyan they called Lottus. There was peace here, and the wounds across his body were gone. As he reached up to touch the part of his face that had been blown off by Lottus he hesitated, before feeling the soft skin he had once possessed himself. But this wasn't really his body, was it? He was dead. That was the only explanation.
Sitting up, the Namekian could see hordes of small cloud like creatures in a cue, leading into a grand castle not too dissimilar to the fortress he had built in the Outer Plait. Just as he was about to stand up a blue skinned alien came rushing over to him, placing an arm around his own and pulling the Mazoku up. "Gandigan, is it? Yemma has been expecting you. We all watched your battle with Lottus and hoped that someone could bring him to an end. As much as he's a hassle to deal with, him being alive means so much more work for us. Oh well."
Before he could even get a word out the alien dragged him through the cue, pushing the odd creatures who had been patiently waiting out of the way so that they could get into the castle first. "Yemma awaits you. Be quick now." Stepping inside, Gandigan saw the enormous creature who must have been King Yemma himself sitting behind a desk in front of him. "Yemma? You're to judge me? I have request first. I've heard that 'Guiding Candles' are made from your ear wax. Is that true?"
King Yemma, the Giant of Judgement had been going through a fair bit of extra paperwork as of late— and it wasn't just to do with any recent deaths— there was a lot that the man was doing behind the scenes, he had to sort through some older souls that were fit for recycling every now and then. He wasn't even sure if this was more annoying than serving judgement on the recently deceased, those that arrived through the line were more often than not shocked that they had died, whereas those that had been here for a while had time to acclimate and maybe even cause more arguments.
Good grief, it felt as though it would never end, not in any meaningful way.
Eventually, King Yemma returned to the line that had formed with souls coming in. A lot of very similar people were all bunched up together— an indicator of their deaths being at roughly the same time. Yemma knew what had happened here; it was that madman Lottus' doing. “Hrrmgh.” Yemma grumbled, but he did his job all the same, judging these souls accurately. The Giant of Judgement also knew that someone had gone to directly attack Lottus, a Namekian by the name of Gandigan— he almost had that blasted Saiyan too!
The Namekian would emerge, shortly after Yemma had judged the unfortunate inhabitants of the planet on which the two fought. “There you are. That was a close fight, you know. You almost had him.” Yemma remarked, regarding Gandigan neutrally... That is, until the Namekian made mention of the Guiding Candles. This caused Yemma to almost choke in surprise. He wasn't expecting anyone to ask this, but Yemma was no liar, for in his line of work he grew to hate such individuals. “A guy loses one bet in the office and this is what happens... Anyway, yeah, its true.” It was so many manymany years ago that Yemma had time to get over it. In hindsight, he had to admit that it was kind of funny.
Clearing his throat, King Yemma retrieved Gandigan's file. It was a decently sized folder, and it had a stamp that Yemma had been seeing a lot lately. “... Another possession case. Definitely getting a bit too common for my liking.” Leafing through the pages, Yemma stroked his beard. “You made some decent headway in making amends for that though, and as reckless as it is you saw someone as the danger that they are and made the call to try and eliminate them. Says here you're a pretty eager go-getter type, so that isn't really a surprise.” Yemma went through the rest of the file and eventually stored it away. For a moment, he contemplated all of the information. “Right, I know where to send you. You'll be going to Hell, but...” Yemma lifted one of his hands and almost pressed the index finger and thumb together, there was a small gap between them. “I don't often get to say this, you were this close to goin' upstairs, take that as you will.” Soon afterward, Ogre attendants moved to guide Gandigan to a magical escalator that would deliver him to Hell.