Chapter Twenty Seven: High Oh! It’s Off to Hell We Go

Jonah kept in step with Nick as they walked, anxiously towards the pound. Jonah scratched at the loose thread in his pocket and kept his eyes on the ground.

“How are we going to choose one? How do we know the pet we choose can lead us to the underworld?” Johan mumbled. Nick grumbled ahead of him.

“I’m not totally sure. It just said a black dog or a black cat. I figured we’d just find one that calls to us. I figured we might be able to feel the presence of the underworld,” Nick replied.

“We might be able to feel the presence of the underworld connection?”

Nick shrugged.

“You know because it’s gotta be at least hell adjacent, so our connection to Satan,” Nick further explained.

“I never thought about that.” Jonah let his mind wander off to the possibilities of what a connection with Satan could do for him and kept himself distracted from what they were about to do.

Nick stopped abruptly in front of the pound and Jonah halted just before slamming into Nick.