The man fell into the south, as he hoped there were apples... and an orphanage that need spring cleaning in the south, and he was kind of itching for a kill. Poor him.
Problem was, with that, the Mafia planet saw how all of them were going to go, even most of the kinds led lives much, much worse than the first contact killer, and they had no desire to go to the south. Not only was their world taken from them? They were going to "Hell". The Billions, began to riot, slamming into anything int he spirit realm, their spiritual bodies beginning to convert a strange red glow out of pure desperation, not knowledge of the mechanic of spirit energy.
Billions of lives were about to attack the two judges, in a near singular voice, "We ain't yo bitches" yelled the group of touch talking Mafia men and women who spend their lives killing and gambling, drinking, smoking, and dancing just to survive. They were not going to go quietly into the night, they had lost their lives, their world, and while their kin had become salves, these braver souls, were about to lose everything for a moment of glory.
A single blast of spirit energy from their billions of spirits covert in desperation of not wanting to be forced into the South forced into the Court room, where to Griffons and the Judges were, it would either destroy everything or not. Who knows, and who cares doll. This ain't the bronks of Aloange anymore.
