Lilly listened to Pablo’s story. He talked about how furious and hopeless he once was. He was once obsessed with vengeance, but when she looked at his face, he seemed calm. He was talking about it as if this were another person’s life story. “Master, what happened to the king after that?” Lilly was not her original self, so she felt angry knowing that the king had not gotten his karma yet.
Pablo touched her head and said, “Remember what I said before? There was a drought before Ralph Phillips’ youngest child was born; eighteen states around the palace suffered the pain.” Lilly nodded. He then continued to say, “After the drought, floods happened. Many people were starved to death from the drought, and the flood soaked those corpses and led to the outbreak of a plague.” The Phillips family was being wiped out; they all suffered tragic deaths. And the king was enraged about the plague; he thought that the Phillips family had angered God. And hence, all these disasters happened as punishment. So, the king ordered his servants to burn the entire Phillips residence down! Lilly was amused by it.
The eavesdropping, unlucky spirit exclaimed, “Karma is indeed fair… Ralph was experiencing what Master Belmont had experienced!” The harem spirit agreed with him. Ralph was betrayed just like Pablo was. The Belmont residence was burned along with the corpses, and the same thing happened to the Phillips residence. Lilly continued to ask, “What about the kids that had survived?” Pablo answered, “They’re being brought back by their fathers.” The harem spirit broke into laughter. They’re brought back by their fathers. Ha, ha! They’d become fathers despite being infertile! Sylvia had seriously done a great job! Yet the harem spirit was confused. “Master Belmont, Sylvia did not do something to you, and she even avenged you on Ralph… Why did you kill her in the end?”
Pablo answered, “She would still be dead even if I didn’t kill her.”
Lilly asked, “Why?”
He then replied, “She had already eaten the poison when I found her.” So she would be dead nonetheless. Maybe she was holding on just to see me, but she had to endure great pain in doing so. She didn’t have to. It’s okay if she’s dead; I was already a malignant spirit back then, so taking one more life didn’t make a difference for me.
Lilly and the rest of the spirits felt sorry for him. Yet the unlucky spirit did not think much; he asked eagerly, “How did the king die? What about Ralph’s sister? The one that was supposed to get married to you.” Family has to always be together, right? How could she be left out when everyone’s dead? I’ll be angry if that’s the case. Pablo answered, “She’s dead too.” Jill and the king died in the plague. And this was not the main point; he had already become the judge by then. “I judged them after their deaths.” It’s rare that he smirked, and he said, “I threw them into the boiling pot and fried them crispy.”
Lilly and the harem spirit were stunned. He coughed and continued to say, “The king sinned more; as the leader of a country, he didn’t care about his people’s lives; countless people were dead.” He looked at Lilly and said, “So… I let him go to all levels of hell.” He might not kill the two of them by himself, but the facial expressions they made seeing him were golden.
**
The underworld was spooky; Jill and the king died nearly at the same time; they suffered the plague, so they both looked disgusting. Jill did not look as pretty as she once did when she arrived at the Hell Ruler Palace; her spirit was full of abscesses. She trembled and knelt down in front of the palace. “Who are you? When are your birthdate and birthplace? And how did you die?” The Ruler of Hell spoke coldly, and none could ignore her strong aura.
“I’m Jill… I was…” She cried and described her death; she made her life sound pitiful, saying that her husband was abusive. And she accused her husband of only pampering his second wife, not her. And she blamed the second wife for her infection with the plague; her husband did not care about her. “The Ruler of Hell, my life was miserable; please let me have a good one in the next lifetime.” She slowly looked up as she spoke pitifully. And she suddenly realized that someone familiar sat near the Ruler of Hell! He was in his judge suit, and he looked cold as he wrote notes in his notebook. “Pa. Pablo Belmont!” She gasped.
The Ruler of Hell asked, “Jill, are you related to the death of the Belmont family?”
She hurriedly answered, “No, I have nothing to do with it!”
