Ghostly Diversity
The dark cloud stopped thinking about her emotional bond with the human responsible for the very pressured start to her reconciliation with the divine light. The Darkness then shifted her focus towards the memories and experiences she was absorbing from the ghost inhabitants in the Veil. God followed suit.
"There's so much one-dimensional diversity in this place," the more feminine of the two entities opined with an oxymoron, "The ones most tied to their original deaths are merely the most benign of the whole lot."
She noticed the sadistic ghosts resisting her efforts.
"Oh, and why are these sadists still around?" she nagged.
"You and I didn't talk about them at all," answered the more masculine of the two entities, her younger brother, "Now that all irredeemably damned human souls will cease to exist upon physical death, the numbers of these leftover sadists will shrink over time."
"I wonder if it is possible for these beings to become Hell's last supply of incoming human souls," the older sister speculated.
"Gosh, even I didn't think about these reserves during our realignment chat, Sis," acknowledged the younger brother, "Well, these ghosts aren't exactly freshly deceased."
"Get it?" he lightened up his voice, "Fresh-ly de-ceased. Seriously, though, I think Crowley could use these folks."
The dark essence then paid attention towards the attention-seeking ghosts.
"My, my, Brother," she pouted, "these prima donnas sure prevent this place from being sadder than it already is."
After feeling their appeasement, she redirected her attention towards feeling for the revenge-based ghosts.
"Couldn't the Reapers substitute their backup curse for the obstinate dying, from becoming these things into ones tied to their original deaths?" she verbalized her pondering.
"Perhaps, or perhaps not," deadpanned her divine companion, "I'm just glad you were more than tough enough, for all those eons, not to degenerate within a much shorter period of time like these have."
Upon finishing with all the ghost inhabitants in the Veil, the dark cloud released every soul she had absorbed.
"Now that we're finished with the easy souls," she cooed, "are you ready to man up to your angels?"
"Well, I think I'm ready, so long as you're ready for the tough souls," replied the divine light, who released his grip on time.
The Darkness and God then teleported out of the Veil in the true forms, and were finally Heaven-bound.