THEODOSIUS WAS NOT SURE WHETHER HE WAS DEAD OR ALIVE, and he had not been sure for some time. He had noodled on this conundrum at intervals during his stay on Earth—certainly being eaten by a demoness had caused him to be "dead?" But then he had made the deal with Stan and had been sent back up to a mortal plane, so did that classify him as "alive?"
It was all very complicated.
As he sat in an uncomfortable chair in an uncomfortable lobby, Theo mused some more on this uncomfortable question, frowning down at the paperwork he was trying to complete. He pondered for a good five minutes before he finally made a selection.
"I didn't have to fill out a Traveler Information Form when I went to Hell," he muttered, moving on to the next question.
"You weren't traveling, idiot," Bihatra said. She was completing her own information form, and she seemed to be having less trouble with it. "Anyway, only some of the alternate realms require them. Hell has its own version, although you don't need one if you're coming on a permanent basis—it's not like they're going to reject you. We aren't picky."
"Is Stan going to be in there when we arrive?" Theo asked, chewing on the end of his pencil as he considered the next question.
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Fire and Brimstone and Cookies [The Misadventures of Theodosius - Book II]
HumorTheodosius is in Hell. Literally. To his surprise, mine, and possibly yours, too, being eaten by a demoness was not the end of his story! He has a thrilling adventure ahead: conferences with the Devil, mystical lawnmowers, cookies...Oh, dear. Follo...