Enma calls Enma
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Part 5 - Exams
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Surrounded by a crowd of glow-eyed demons, all of whom looked like gray-skinned gorillas without fur, Getseco strode down the hall. He had agreed to watch a tournament of the 88 best fighters among the new recruits.
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"Firozz ..." he said quietly before turning the corner and actually the gaunt demon was not two steps from the door that led to the arena.
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"Once again, your instinct is better than anything," said Firozz, hinting at a mocking bow. "As you ordered, Marami will face the winner."
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Gestseco's eyes flashed under the veil. "Then it won't be so boring ..."
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"What about La'ir? Shall I put him on the list too?"
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Getseco made a dismissive gesture. "After tasting the worms yesterday? That would be far too bland ..."
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"How you mean."Firozz motioned two of the guardian demons to open the door. The arena was built entirely of onyx, only the fighting area itself was made of volcanic glass. The demons in the stands rose as Getsecos entered La'ir struggled to get up and tried to hide his greenish-gray face in the shadow of the hood, he reeked of cold, sick sweat and his robe was covered with folds and stains.
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Getseco stepped majestically down the steps. As he stood next to La'ir, he examined his sweat-streaked face briefly. "So you're useless, La'ir ... go to your room and take three sips of the purple essence I had brought for you. Then see that your human stench doesn't bother my nose anymore."
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La'ir lowered her head lower and lower. It could not be denied that Getseco knew very well how to nourish hope for a bearable life with seemingly nice gestures, in order to cruelly trample it again at the next opportunity.<br />
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While he obeyed the order as quickly as possible and left the arena with mocking whistles and boos, Getseco and Firozz took their places of honor. Firozz refrained from commenting on La'ir, believing he knew Getseco well enough to silently appreciate his masterful game of carrot and stick.
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There was no time for long conversations anyway, as a gong announced the start of the tournament.
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“Why can't I go straight away?” Gokou didn't understand the delay. "I'm in great shape, look here!"
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"You're like Yusuke," Koenma complained. "As far as I know, yesterday evening you ate like a barn thresher and snored that you could be heard all over the palace. At breakfast you didn't let anything burn."
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"Well ..." Gokou scratched his head and grinned, "If you haven't had anything to eat for a few years, the afterlife here is downright heavenly."He hit his open hand with his fist." When can I finally go to hell? "
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Koenma sighed and switched on his screens in turn. A narrow path could be seen that led over a deep gorge to a huge gate that was almost as high as a mountain. "This is the entrance to hell. No matter how much strength you have, only those who either have an official visitor's pass or have been legally convicted by me can get in." Koenma pointed to a bag on the front of his desk. "Open it!"
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Gokou did so and, in amazement, pulled out a white shirt, a black suit, black loafers, white socks and two small, yellow horns.
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Before he could ask, Enma explained, "This is your kit for the official visit on my behalf. I played relationships all night to get a permit for today. You have to stick the horns on the front of your forehead, then." let's shave your head bald and ... "<br />
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"No!"
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"I beg your pardon?!"
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"N - E - I - N!" Gokou dropped his shirt and put his hands protectively over his head. "I'm a Saiyan, my hair doesn't grow anymore!"
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"But there are no such hairy demons and devils. As my representative, of course, you are not allowed to appear as a human. I will keep the halo here as long as I can." Koenma waved his left index finger and to Gokous' astonishment his halo floated obediently over to Koenma, who was holding him stowed in a drawer. "So a tonsure is the least that we have to give you, otherwise there is no other way."
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"And what if we just forgot about the pass?" asked Gokou. "Is it just as difficult to be judged by you?"
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"That's done with a stamped form," Koenma said slowly. "But then, depending on your crimes, they will torture and torment you as well."<br />
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"I can take it, it's not forever, is it?"
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Koenma scratched her chin. “Depends on whether you can escape or not.” He pulled a red ink pad and stamp from another drawer. "Go outside and tell them I need one of the 09 forms."
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"Will be done!"
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Gokou would be back in two minutes. "It really has to be tough," he said and put the sheet of paper on the table in front of Enma. "It's completely empty, but they looked at me like I was a monster."
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"Just a moment ..." Koenma put a hand on the sheet and suddenly numbers, characters and many empty boxes appeared on the sheet. "Such forms are calibrated for me and my father. It would be inconceivable if anyone could fill out and send something like that. Very carefully he dipped a pen and carefully began to fill in the empty lines and boxes.Gokou walked around the table and tried to read what he was writing over Koenma's shoulder. But the characters didn't look familiar to him. However, he heard a faint hissing sound whenever the red liquid touched the leaf. There were no smears or splashes, rather the liquid seemed to eat its way into the surface of the leaf.
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"I hope you are prepared for the worst," said Enma with a seriousness that didn't quite fit his baby figure. "I'll make sure that you come to the same department of hell as Doguro and there is hardly a worse spot for people. Therefore," he ticked the last box and reached for the black stamp, which he pressed firmly on the red pillow, before he pressed it down on the last free space of the sheet. "therefore I am hereby stamping you as a mass murderer."
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Gokou swallowed. "And what happens now?"
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Koenma fished a flat box from the drawer and placed it on the desk.When he opened it, it looked like it was completely empty, but Koenma took a pair of tweezers and fished out a gauzy foil. "Put your hand here," he said, nodding toward the desk.
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Gokou obeyed and Koenma put the foil on the back of his hand. "That hurts a little now ..." The warning came not a second too early, the foil melted properly with Gokou's skin, it stung and bit that Gokou had to hold on to avoid reaching for the foil with his free hand. But then the spook was over. Gokou raised his hand to his face and looked at the back of his hand in the light. "You can not see anything..."
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"That's the purpose," said Koenma. "Put your hand there again!"
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This was followed by printing with the stamp. "That'll hurt a little ...", Koenma said, but by then the stamp was already pressed on the back of Gokou's hand. It burned like acid and Gokou tore his hand away to blow on the painful area and to wave it through the air."What kind of hell is that?" he asked Koenma after the pain subsided.
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"Blood," was Konema's succinct answer. "More precisely, my father's blood. Another security measure so that no one but the two of us can impose such a sentence."
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He jumped off the chair and grew into his teenage figure. Two steps to the wall, one push in the right place and the paneling slid aside. A safe was visible behind it. Instead of entering a combination of numbers, Koenma pressed his hand on the round field in the middle of the door. It hummed and the safe opened. Inside it was completely dark, even more, even the light that fell from the room into the safe was swallowed by this blackness. Koenma stretched his hand into the darkness and when he pulled it out again, he had a fingernail-sized black crystal between his fingers.
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Enma flicked it in Gokou's direction and he followed it exactly in the middle of the head, where it disappeared into the thick hair."What is that?", Gokou asked and ran his hair through his hair to get hold of the crystal.
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“Stop that!” Koenma closed the safe and became a baby again. "This is Doguro's pass to the outside."
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He hopped on his chair, leaned forward, and clasped his hands. "The symbol will wander on your forehead after you enter through the gates of hell and stay there until you have served your five hundred years and are reborn. This is the case with all condemned people. As long as the symbol is there, every attempt to escape ends at the border exceeds the symbol on the forehead, dissolves outside in great agony like a snowman in the sun.
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"Couldn't you have said that beforehand ...?" Gokou looked far less confident now.
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"Please let me finish," Koenma sighed. "The foil under your symbol will move with it. If it falls apart in three days, the symbol will also disappear.You can definitely leave hell afterwards if its guards don't wipe you out first ... "He leaned back and glanced at the screen that still showed Doguro." The black crystal contains a liquid, called "tears of forgiveness". If Doguro breaks the crystal and spreads the liquid on his symbol, it will also disappear. "
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"Good!", Gokou was relieved. "Then there are no problems."
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“Do you think so!” Koenma folded her arms. "Unfortunately, the tears of forgiveness only work when the guilty person breaks the crystal himself and that in turn only succeeds when he is able to forgive himself ..."
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With the dubious undertone in Koenma's