As the king of the deceased it is impossible to deny the fact that you have your favorites and least favorites. You pick and choose who will go and who will stay, based on your own emotions. Many are under the impression that there are no rules to the decision of when to take a life, but those many are wrong.

1. You must take the lives of at least 50,000 each day.

2. You may never wipe out the entire human race.

3. You must kill at least five of each gender per day.

These are the three rules you must follow if you are chosen to become the judge. As difficult as this may sound, it is quite simple. Sure it is difficult to do for the first few years,only killing the bear minimum because your heart cannot handle such pain, but over time it becomes a habit, a. . . . Hobby.

Try as you will to refrain, there’s something so glorious, so majestic and elegant about death, something so ritualistic. When a simple life is taken a group of people will gather, all dressed in black garb, as the seal the lifeless into a large box, and bury it in the cold dark earth never to be seen again. There’s something so lovely about that, it’s incomprehensible to me the reason of which people cry tears of dismay, instead of those of graciousness.

And to think at one time I was afraid to take a life, where now I see all the wretched or pained people who are in a constant state of horrific being, and take there breath away with joy. Another misconception is that disease or violence is what causes the death of the living world. But truly no illness or pain can take a life, it is I, and the ones before me, and those who will come after me who act the same as I, who take the lives of these people. We see their misery and with to bring them comfort, and comfort is what we bring.

Until the hundredth year of our reign.

Each time a child dies in birth or before it, it is put in a line. A line for the power to stop the lives of those who reside in this world. A child will sit in line for years upon years before it ever gets the chance to sit on a thrown of thorns with a scepter in it’s hand, and decide the fate of the living. But one thing is for certain, on the day it is seated upon that sacred chair, it will not come off for 100 years, and on that hundredth year the next in line will take it’s place upon that seat and wrap it’s hands around that solemn weapon.