Jet Set sat at his desk, scanning the contracts and agreements before him. His talent was for bringing the right group together and this was usually when he thrilled at the possibilities before him.

"Something Wrong, Darling Mine?"

Jet Set's eyes rose and before him stood the most beautiful Mare in all of Equestria. Flawless in all things. But even Upper Crust couldn't lift his melancholy.

"Just Tired my Dear, I have to find the loopholes in these contracts so that we can link these businesses better. Their Profit margin's will rise by 30% and we will have a controlling interest at 65%. "

The mare of his dreams graced him with a smirk. "Giving Us Just enough of a controlling share to make sure things go our way without having to bother with the day to day running."

Leaning over, she kissed him on the base of his horn. Then, Whispering in his ear, said. "Don't work to late on it, I think you deserve a treat when you get home. Arrive to late and it might melt."

Jet Set blushed as his wife strutted out of his Canterlot office. Shaking his head he tried again to concentrate upon the papers before him. Finding himself unable, he slammed them down on his desk. Placing his head in his hands, he leaned on his desk.

"I have truly screwed up!" He said to no one.

"You have done more then that Jet Set." A deep baritone said.

Jet Set shot to his feet, glancing around his office. It was empty.

"You stand Accused of Regicide, Turning Others into Dolls, and Murder, how do you plead?

Mist began flowing out of the shadows of his office, gathering into the center, a form began to emerge. It was an earth pony stallion of indeterminate age. His coat was pale white, his eyes a bright magenta, his mane a dull grey. He wore a knee length duster and an absolutely beaten floppy hat. Jet Set slumped against his desk, then nodded.

"I plead Guilty. I selected those guards because Princess Twilight would never have hurt those two. As to my reasoning behind the murder? A little voice that was my own said to my heart, she is letting the enemy in. It said, she is letting the wrong ones in. Over and over it whispered in my heart, this voice that was my own. In the end I listened. And you are here as the result. I accept whatever punishment You see fit to sentence me too, but please, my wife knew nothing and had no part in this whole affair. She would have put a stop to this if I had talked to her even once. I suppose that's why I didn't.

The Stallion shook his head. "A little late to show remorse now. The Guards, tell me their names."

"Her Captain Tempest Shadow, and a transfer from the crystal empire named Flash Sentry. I turned them both myself."

"Your admitance in turning them both into dolls makes the punishment very clear. If I were to follow the law then the punishment should be I turn your wife into your doll. The other crimes I have leeway with, but on that the law is very clear."

Jet Set slumped into his chair. Tears streaming down his face, he begged again. "Please, she is an innocent, I am the one that should be punished, not her."

"That is the Punishment. Twilight is not the only one you have wronged here. Tempest Shadow and Flash Sentry both had families and friends, they had those that depended on them, you can not give the lives you took back to the ones it is taken from. Some things are just irreversible."

Jet Set sat, overcome. The Earth stallion continued. "However Princess Twilight Sparkle would not have wanted any of that. So instead I will commute it all to one verdict. Oubliette. You will be sent to the darkest place, cut off from every thing. You will now the terror and brokenness of the ones you hurt. The maybe you can be forgiven." He paused. "However in light of you cooperation, any punishment involving your wife is commuted. By accepting yours you have taken on hers.

The Stallion once more became mist, lashing forward, it poured down his throat, into his eyes, his nose, and his ears. In a moment Jet Set knew nothing but blackness, alone with himself.

When the mist cleared Onyx Nightshade stood within the office. Only know he bore a horn upon his head.

"Huh, so this is what it is like to have power at your fingertips."

He shook his head, many things to do, not enough time to do them. He would think on this horn thing another time. Searching through Jet Set's office proved fruitful as he came away with multiple documents that proved Jet Set's confession had been both accurate and true. Onyx paused for a moment, then shook his head

"Time to go to the hidden hand in all of this. Time to seek out the last one brought before the court."

Here Onyx paused, then smirked.

"I think someone has already figured much out, isn't that right Grubber?"

A small hedgehog like creature eased his way out from behind the door. He was skinny and shook, but clasped firmly in his steady hands was a large combat knife. He smiled uneasily up at Onyx."

"So your gonna bring Judgement for Tempest, Huh?" He paused to get his shaking under control.

"Who gave you that RIGHT? You didn't now her, You never loved her. What is she to YOU? Nothing more then a name,"

Onyx sighed and leaned back. "I have lost more then you can comprehend. The Judgement of the Dead is not a Right, it is a responsibility, a burden. By my very birth it is my duty to institute it." He looked to Grubber a smile beginning to form.

"How would you like a job?"

Author's Note

Thus Death's Judgment is at an end. This will be continued in Death's Final Verdict. Everyone is exactly where Onyx wants, but he tracks a hidden hand. He has a new ally and everything is going his way. He should have known that things are about to go to shit. Or is there a plan for that too. One wonders. All will be revealed in Death's final Verdict.