Judgment

            When Destruction turns to Chaos who can you turn to?  That is a question I myself have asked but never got an answer.  It is a good question. But when the Chaos is over then what does it turn into?  Many people say doom.  But I say it becomes Judgment. Who am I? Well some call me the Phantom, others call me a Figment, but all call me Death.
              It’s not easy to lose the ones you love.  I know I have had to see it many times.  But it is easy, however, to rip them away.  When it is not your family, it is not your problem.  As difficult as you may think it is, my job is simple.  I mean all you have to do is lead them to the other side.  If you need an explanation let me enlighten you.
         I am the envoy to the next world.  I take the souls of those who time it is to die and take them to Purgatory.  From there they await Judgment.
Whether their Judgment be fair or foul is not my choice.  I have seen some of the kindest people ever go to Hell for the lewdest of crimes.  I have also seen some of the most notorious villains gain entrance to Heaven.  As I have said, it is not for me to decide.  That is my boss’s job.  Yes I know what you are thinking “Death has a boss.”  Yes I do.  But he is very powerful and I am just a novice to the whole “Death” thing.  Don’t get me wrong it is a sweet gig, but I just recently died and became Death. 
The weird thing is that when I died my mother was the one to take me.  She had died when I was young.  She told me on my way to Judgment that our family is destined to be the envoys to the next world.  Her father had taken her and his mother had taken him.  My family followed a pattern I guess.  My grandfather had only had one child, my mother, my mom had only one child, me.  The problem is I died a teenager so there is no way I can have a daughter.  I mean I am not old enough to get married to someone and have kids.  So does that mean I am doomed to forever be the envoy?
         I can’t think of that now.  How long will I be doomed to do this ridiculous job?  Every day, hell, every hour its one winy little baby after another.  “I don’t want to go!” It’s getting to be a freaking hassle.  Why can’t anyone just accept it and stop crying all the damn time.  I mean come on! Oh well.  Today is a new day full of new little babies to deal with.  At least I can have some fun.
         Let me check the list.  Three names seem to be my only charges today.  Strange, since I am usually swamped all day.  Now only three people are dying?  Something must be up.  Oh well now is not the time for worrying about that right now.  We will just have to take care of business first.