Judge
Minos glared down at the long line of souls awaiting judgement. As much as he enjoyed his job, the endless line did get a little tedious. The souls' attitudes didn't help much either. They were always whining, always complaining about how it wasn't their time, and begging him not to send them to Tartarus.
If you didn't want to end up in Tartarus you should have lived a better life, Minos thought as he sent another soul on its way. As for the rest, that's not my department or my problem.
Why couldn't they just accept his judgement, for once?