CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT - Dishlim and Dish Soap
The question was really how I'd get to hell in the first place. After one whole day of sitting in my room and staring at the ceiling, nothing. My brain wasn't braining. "Do I just… Die?" I asked the ceiling, and then it occurred ot me that even if I did, I'd just wake up as someone else. Looks like I'd have to ask Frsk Sfsn again. Ugh, that was really supposed to be an absolute last resort.
Soon, I grabbed a dark cloak that allowed me ot blend in with the night and snuck into the treasury once again. With the window open, I dashed through the portal with no second thoughts. As soon as I got to the other side, I noticed a weirdly blinding light, that certainly hadn't been there before. Straight into the hall of the gods. Frsk Sfsn was eyeing me warily, and I glared right back.
"Listen, I need to meet Dishlim."