"You would have died, judge boy. I would survive. Just because your mother is a goddess doesn't make you all powerful. [i]She[/i] could stop or help me. [i]You[/i] would be cut down faster then you could mutter a prayer." His scythe gleams as he spins it. "If you're so powerful, why is there suffering? Who are you to decide who needs to live, die, or be punished?"