Walking through the blank white scenery, he finally reached the gates and standing behind one of the many souls before him. He sighed as he was usher in to join the line. Yangcong had sighed in frustration and his defeat. How unfortunate.....However this wasn't going to be like any other check in, this was going to be chaos and destruction.
The second time around? Yangcong wasn't going to go down so easily. Rushing straight for Yemma and rushing passed all of the souls, Yangcong would leap into the air and attempted to punch Yemma straight in the face!
"I'm going to end your career and free all of the villains of Hell! But first you gotta go Yemma! You aint so tough buddy! Your size don't mean nothing! I HAVE ESCAPED HELL BEFORE! IT ISN'T GOING TO BE THE SAME RESULT AS BEFORE!"
As Yangcong rushed towards Yemma, the souls who were waiting prior were in fear at the thought of Yangcong ruling such a place. He knew that last time he was here, Yemma had opened a bottomless hole prior, so he knew how to get around it by going straight for him instead! Yangcong having a cocky grin on his face as he couldn't wait to punch Yemma down.
Last Edit: Apr 15, 2024 10:12:16 GMT -5 by Yangcong
Post by King Yemma on Apr 15, 2024 11:23:31 GMT -5
"HEAVEN!"
King Yemma slammed down his gavel as the recently deceased woman before him was ushered into the great beyond, a fitting end for such a kind and generous soul. "Now, let's see who's next, here..." he mumbled as he adjusted himself in his seat. Just as he was about to call forth the next person, though... "Hm?" King Yemma glanced up in time to see a familiar face rushing towards him. Yangcong, eh? It was about time someone had sent him back here.
"Let's see," Yemma mumbled as he flipped through his files. He didn't normally allow people to skip the line, but for this troublemaker, he'd make an exception. Yemma simply raised a hand and brushed away the punch Yangcong had sent his way - the Tuffle-Saiyan would find himself effortlessly knocked back by a tremendous amount of force, far powerful than the attack he had just attempted to deliver.
"Disregarding your previous escape from Hell, which already puts you in the red," King Yemma stated as he began to read Yangcong's file, "Ecoterrorism, mass murder, development and deployment of weapons of mass destruction... You've been a busy bee. And says here you got killed by some low-level Saiyan grunt in the end? Embarrassing. Anyway, I think you know where you're going."
King Yemma didn't entirely trust Yangcong to go quietly, and so, the King stood up in his seat, his massive stature towering over the dead old man, his gavel tightly gripped in his hands as he glowered down into Yangcong's soul.
"HELL!"
The King of All Ogres raised the gavel over his own head, and then brought it straight down onto Yangcong's head with all the might in the Otherworld, driving him through the floor beneath his feet and dooming him to fall down into Hell, where he belonged.