No place in heaven for him: he had killed his family, taken his own life. Tsuzuki resigned his soul to a descent into hell or to rebirth as some lower creature.
Then he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, looked up into the kindly face of an older man. "Don't be afraid. Tsuzuki, you're going to be all right."
"But... I'm dead. I died with my own blood on my hands."
The man nodded. "That's true, but the King of Hades isn't finished with you yet."
"Will I go to hell?"
"That's for him to decide: but probably not."