The God of Destruction stood on the bank of the River Styx, looking coldly at all living beings:
"Poor man, tell me what is the resentment in your heart?
Greedy, angry and foolish? Or love and hate...?
One thought of heaven, one thought of hell!
No matter what it is, since you have chosen to call me, then - let me decide your final destination! "
"What should I do, my highness? The little girl's resentment seems to be you! So, how do you decide my final destination?"