The now solemn arbiter stood at the gates of hell awaiting his entry. While waiting genial thoughts of his past life gilded his mind. He was overcome with indelible images of the carnage he has seen in his time. The murderous villians he has sent to their beirs and his eventual fall from grace. All of the thoughts of happiness quitted his face and were replaced with an irrevocable look of pain. Suddenly he opened his eyes, to his right was a cherub, bruised and beaten almost beyond recognition. The disconsolate man moved closer to this apparent apparition. Nearing the angel he looked upon his face, and was filled with hatred. He recognized this face, it was the face that has haunted his nights, the reason why he was now in this dreaded place. The broken wings of this angel finally proved to him he deepest fear. It confirmed the innocence of the man he found guilty and knowing sent to his death. The gates suddenly opened and the man quickly walked through them, never looking back at the lonely spectre.