God Slayer Chronicles 3 1.2 Samsara Road

Sha Ku smirked, "You two, take me to the judges now. Or face the heavens wrath."

This caused the two jackals to look at each other, "Listen, human, you may have mastered a reincarnation art, but you're going to have to wait in line like everybody else. Even Old Sage Shan had to wait in line, and he's the one that set up the relationship between humans and the nether judges!"

They both spoke in unison. Sha Ku gritted his teeth, first off, he'd always been deeply disturbed by anything with a hive mind, which these jackals have. Secondly, he was the last member of the Sha Clan, and therefore carried the pride of his entire race on his shoulders, how could he be compared to a petty human?

"Listen to you up jumped mutts; I am no human. Now out of my way or I'll be sure to tell the judges that you prevented them from knowing of the Third Schism!" Sha Ku said, as bold as bra.s.s.

"Third Schism?!" They both said in unison, apparently shocked. Great apocalyptic events in the realm of the living is always a big deal to the Nether Judges; this is because they would receive far more souls to feed on than usual. So naturally, you don't come between a beast and its prey.

Even though they didn't entirely believe him, they decided it would be best if they brought him straight to the judges.

The three judges weren't three evil-looking creatures, neither did they look as if they had any gravitas. The three were just ordinary men. One was skinny and old, the other was middle-aged, and fat and the final was a plump and hairy man.

As Sha Ku approached the three looked at him with wide eyes, the skinny one spoke first. "Kids these days they have no respect!" he harrumphed.

"Well, what can you do. I guess there is too much greed in the world." The fat one said while chomping down on a chicken leg.

"What can we do, the universe created them. They weren't handcrafted like us!" The hairy one used a brush to stroke his beard.

Sha Ku raised an eyebrow, "Are you irony impaired on purpose, or is it a happy accident?"

"d.a.m.n youth these days!" The old man struck down on the table the three were sharing.

"What a pig!" The fat one snorted.

"The boy certainly has some hair on his chest!" The hairy one said.

Sha Ku's face went sour, had an eternity of presiding over the dead made these old fellows dull, or were they purposely trying to aggravate him?

"Listen, I don't care what you think. Just do your jobs and reincarnate me." He said sharply, not caring for their att.i.tude what-so-ever.

The old one sighed, "I'm sorry Child. We're just trying to cheer you up. Your destiny is imprinted in our minds after all. You're the only Tear Drop we've ever encountered; I'm sorry for the loss of your people."

The fat one frowned, "You carry the fate of not only your race but many others on your back Slayer, even your enemies. You shall choose their path. Remember, to have mercy."

The hairy one chuckled, "It's not only doom though, I see a child. He loves his father, he brings hope to the heavens that its children will spread."

Sha Ku's voice got caught in his throat. He couldn't utter any words. These things that he'd heard, they were cold water rushing over his head. Indeed, these three men knew more than he did, its said that they had existed since before the first dawn of the universe.

The words 'handcrafted' resounded in his head. That was a question for another time though, seeing as they were sculpted by the person who also crafted the Netherworld. It was not his business he could only be thankful.

"Do you have any requests?" The three said in unison, chuckling, knowing that it is both annoying and disturbing to Sha Ku.

"Requests? I don't know. Don't put me in a realm with Martial Spirits. Its bravado personified." Sha Ku snorted.

"Very well, off you go and good luck. We'll be seeing you very soon." They said in unison once again, while Sha Ku shook his head.

He slowly walked towards the Good Fortune Path, took a deep breath and jumped down the whirling vortex, which crackled with lightning, "Heavens I hope I'm not put anywhere near a hive mind."

As the three judges watched the last of the Heaven's Tears fall into a new life they couldn't help but shake their heads.

"Hopefully he will succeed." The old one said.

"I've calculated the odds, even with karma on his side, the odds are more than twenty million to one." The fat one replied.

"What if he managed to reform his Slayer Body?" The hairy one asked.

"If he reforms his Heavenly Tear Body? It's still over a hundred to one." The fat one looked gloomy.

"I suggest we cheat." The old one said boldly.

"Cheat?! We vowed never to interfere, just because of that, it doesn't mean we can break our vows." The hair one said.

"Whoever said interfere?" The old man chuckled.

"Why not nudge him in the right direction?"

The other two looked at him with understanding eyes, "Nudge him in the right direction, well that wouldn't exactly be breaking our vows."

The three lit up with smiles, as they looked at each other as thick as thieves.