The Augustus Wave

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   The Seven Skies had been good to Joseppi, everything he wanted in life he had acquired in death. Through his crime and escapades, the Creator had rewarded him with an apartment in the eternal city to share with his fellow Humans. There was no war, there was no bootlegging, there was no bozos. Only pure humanity. He sat outside of his apartment donning slippers and a white wool robe. The deceased Illatian sipped upon a glass of milk. Something was strange, great numbers of people filled the Seven Skies with high power levels. 

 

That is when he spotted him, first the late John III. He would frown, that was the Big Boss. He gave him the best set of armor he'd ever had, even if it was six sizes too small. Then, the boy. John IV arrived shortly following his father. The youth began walking past Joseppi, with several deceased guards as well!

 

"Ey! Weren't you the stroonz that impaled me in the back with a fuckin' javelin? Nice throw! Like a kid with a good throw. Join baseball or somethin'. Eat good too."

 

Joseppi waved to John Augustus, whom waved back, continuing on his eternal existence in the Seven Skies, happy he was now at rest, meeting his maker.

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Jaxen waved over to Joseppi his mortal enemy, and arch nemesis in real life. However the man smiled as he wore glowing white robes "Hello my friend." He said as he took the first swig of alcohol he had ever taken in life, or.. Afterlife. Burping as he then went on to greet other humans who walked in the creators holy skies.