[ WP ] When you die the afterlife is an arena where you face every insect and animal you killed in your life . If you win you go to heaven , lose you go to hell . Your job was an exterminator on earth .

The arena was fairly ramshackle, which did n't seem to fit with the whole `` angelic judgement'' vibe. Scia looked around as she traversed the corridors underneath the battleground, where voices could be heard screaming in an uproar. 
 
 
 `` You'd think they'd've at least given the place a facelift.'' She murmured. 
 
 
 `` Scia Orioso, please make your way to the Arena Gates.'' 
 
 
 
 Judgement day. 
 
 
 
 An angel greeted Scia at the gate. 
 
 
 `` Hello, my child.'' the angel grinned. `` What will your weapon of choice be? Will you select the flamethrower? The grenades? The water hose? Perhaps the net?'' 
 
 
 Scia had a brainwave. `` You would n't happen to have a gun for this, would you?'' 
 
 
 `` I... Why? That's almost the worst weapon for this!'' 
 
 
 `` C'mon dude, throw us a bone.'' 
 
 
 ``... Good luck, child of God.'' 
 
 
 Scia shot herself in the head. 
 
 
 
 
 
 ``... Ow... My head...'' 
 
 
 `` That was reckless.'' 
 
 
 Scia looked up. Standing over her was an archangel. Gabriel? Michael? She could not remember his name. 
 
 
 `` I have good news and bad news. Which will you hear first?'' 
 
 
 `` The good news.'' 
 
 
 `` You committed suicide. While I had the power to bring you back, it was not a simple fix. I had to erase your sins and purify you first. Which means...'' 
 
 
 `` I do n't need to fight the bugs! Haha! I knew the plan would work!'' 
 
 
 The angel smiled wryly, before his expression hardened. 
 
 
 `` Ingenious. It's a shame about the bad news though. Suicide is a cardinal sin; unremovable. And the punishment for that sin is being sent to hell.'' 
 
 
 Scia's euphoria faded. 
 
 
 ``... So...'' 
 
 `` I pray Lucifer will have mercy on your soul. Although, with his sick, twisted mind, he probably plans on making you fight those creatures anyway.'' 
 
 
 Scia sat with an aghast look. 
 
 
 `` You ruined your chance. Your choice is probably going to bug you for the rest of your life.''
