There is a said destiny for everyone in this world. Because of this, their decisions and the choices made on a daily basis are not in fact their own. Subconsciously they have no control over the things they do. Heaven ' Hell, these are futures they all believe themselves to be working throughout their lives to find'� or avoid. But what if these places were in fact predetermined for everyone; everyone in every generation except for one person. One person had the ability to deviate from the standard, manufactured and mass produced life we all live. This person was able to make decisions that were not in fact subconsciously predetermined.

No one truly understands that Heaven and Hell operate a lot like businesses. They both have status quos and number requirements to meet, and the production of one directly impacts the production of the other. This is the real reason why they co-operate the afterlife; because if they did not ' the other would no longer exist. If one part were to disappear, the worst considerable future would be come inevitable. It would result in the end of the world.

This understanding is why the one soul who is not clearly identifiable must be correctly observed and analyzed before his death. The slightest shift in balance to either side would send ripples throughout the afterlife and create a paradox. It is known that God is never wrong; but one fact that fails to be realized ' is the reason I am here. Neither is the Devil. That is why there is a Grimm Reaper. That is why I exist; for the sheer effort to keep heaven and hell intact. Simply put, I am here to judge that single soul that walks throughout their life pondering the question 'why can't I just die'�'� Why, because neither heaven nor hell knows where you belong; and it is my job to figure that out.

The name of this soul is irrelevant. Suffice to say his existence however is much more relevant than your own. He exists simply because at the time he was supposed to die; we had no idea where he would go. So, against his will - he stayed alive. After losing not only his fiancé, but his unborn child as well in a terrible car accident; we regrettably forced his existence to continue. But his time was finally coming; and that scared the hell out of me. You see, though we have power over existence, it's limited. We can keep you alive once. When your time comes again; there's nothing we can do ' except get ready, and make the correct choice. The part I was struggling with was how insignificant this soul's life had been to this point. Don't get me wrong, most all lives hold some sort of value to the shape of the universe; but in comparison to those I've judged in the past; this soul was as anonymous as it gets. I've met them all. Former President Abraham Lincoln and I shared drinks before he watched a movie. R and B icon James Brown performed for me'�I even discussed literature and women with depressed alcoholic writer Charles Bukowski before sending him to hell. Now, my next (and possibly most important case) was that of a 26 year old server at a Denny's? Oh how the lord loves irony.

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