FEED

What does greed pay?

Bells ring loudly all around. In a room of light a lone woman stands beside a chair. Suddenly she is accompanied by a man along with a whole desk.

"Sit," the man in the chair spoke calmly and firmly, his chiseled face cascading with wrinkles; his grey white hair shimmered in the light emanating around them.

The woman stood there perplexed, "An old wrinkled man such as yourself dares to order me around? Do you know who I am?"

The man in the chair simply slams his hand on the table, causing the woman to instantly contort and shrivel with fear as she curls in a ball. Just happening to land in a chair when all of her fear suddenly left her, "How did you do that?!?"

"I know fully well who you are. However, you must not know who you are speaking to," the man behind the desk says simply. He frowns, giving the woman a stern look.

Recollection burns in the suited woman's eyes, "No... I don't recognize you, but something about you feels all too familiar."

"As it should with everyone who appears before me," chuckles the man behind his desk, "For I am your creator: The one who brought about your existence, and the one who decides your fate in your eternal life after."

The woman gulps, "Right... so what is my fate?" She thought she already had a vague idea, "Am I going to hell?"

The creator laughs with extreme volume. Tears start emerging from his eyes, though he wipes them away, "My apologies. I just never get asked things like that anymore. When I do, they are normally so far off that it is hysterical. You see, your world has a very strange idea surrounding the afterlife. 'Souls that go beyond with only 2 choices of an afterlife'," he chuckles.

"What is so wrong about that?", She asks

"There are many many places that I have created. However, I did tell the first of your world that their afterlife would be of my son's creation, and there was a huge misunderstanding that sprouted multiple religions rather than just the one. And you know how word of mouth goes for humans, it only gets more variety as time goes on."

The woman sits there awkwardly, "So, what happens to people that die?"

"They go on to another world of course!" The man laughs again for a few seconds, "Sorry, *cough* sorry." He rubs his eyes again.

"So, what kind of thing might I be?" Sweat beaded down on the woman's face. She already disrespected the man, and now he is looking around in her past. She knew this could not go well for her.

"You will be going to my son's world that was inspired by many video games from your own. Depending on how you lived your life will determine what kind of creature you are. Now let's see what you were like!", The godly being chuckles a little, "Most are humans. It takes a large amount of sin to be anything else due to the nature of this wor-" he puts on his reading glasses. As he reads, a stern look developes on his face. As the seconds go by, the look grows more and more ill tempered, "You were not the average human..."

The woman could feel an intense wave of fear again, she could tell that this conversation would not be as friendly from this point forward.

"Your orders have caused the deaths of people far exceeding any war from your world. Your drive for money has caused the pain and suffering of many others. Your greed in object and instance is far greater than what I've seen in millennia. You are a terrible person that deserves the fate of a terrible creature!"

The woman sat there, she hadn't felt like this since she was a young girl. Her father was a very wealthy 'businessman' and was very powerful. The woman would often times get lectured as a child, but once she was an adult, her father died mysteriously, leaving the suited woman (formerly known as Nick Roswell II or Nicky) a fortune. Old Nick had left no bounds or guides for Nicky to follow; thus leading her to live a life worse than her father.

Nicky had people killed on a whim without reason, left people stranded on islands that nobody would find, and constantly betrayed the ones working under her, but covered it up to make them look at fault. Though all the crimes that she did on a whim will never add up to the crimes she pulled to maintain and grow her fortune.

"So... what is going to happen to me?"

The godly figure in a rage, his hair standing on end, said nothing. The last thing that Nicky heard in this form was a single snap.