Yemma sighs. "There is a way I could let you in. A couple of ways, actually. Three." He extends a finger. "Easy way: if the Enemy were somehow not able to do anything, I could let you in. As long as he wasn't able to do anything about it, it'd be fine. That's probably not going to happen, to be honest." Another finger. "Slow way: go away, get stronger. Way stronger. Strong enough that you won't have to worry about the Enemy following you in. Obviously, that's not very helpful for you."

You look up at him through your bangs. "...and the third way?"

He sighs, nodding. "Third way. Quick way."

A door opens in the wall to your right. There are stairs inside.

Leading down.

"You take the stairs, and find what you're looking for the hard way," he says.

You stare at the doorway. "...those go down."

"As far down as you can go," he says, nodding. "And they lead where you're thinking. I'll be honest: there are things down there that could rip you apart, shade or not, and they'd be happy to. If I were you, I wouldn't risk it. But if you really want to get into Heaven as fast as you can..." He shrugs. "I don't know that you want to head down there now, though."

Dazarel squirms free of your grip and scampers up onto your shoulders, hiding behind your neck. 'Please no.'

Yemma shoots the lizard a foul look. "I'd be glad to chuck him down there, though."

You stare at the entrance to Hell, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. It looks surprisingly unimposing, for something so important.

After a long moment of thought, you sigh, deflating. "No," you mutter. "You're right. I shouldn't risk it. Not yet, anyway."

"Sorry, kid," he says, grimacing.

Yemma sighs. "There is a way I could let you in. A couple of ways, actually. Three." He extends a finger. "Easy way: if the Enemy were somehow not able to do anything, I could let you in. As long as he wasn't able to do anything about it, it'd be fine. That's probably not going to happen, to be honest." Another finger. "Slow way: go away, get stronger. Way stronger. Strong enough that you won't have to worry about the Enemy following you in. Obviously, that's not very helpful for you."

Kakara looks up at him through her bangs. "...and the third way?"

He sighs, nodding. "Third way. Quick way."

A door opens in the wall to your right. There are stairs inside.

Leading down.

"You take the stairs, and find what you're looking for the hard way," he says.

Kakara stares at the doorway. "...those go down."

"As far down as you can go," he says, nodding. "And they lead where you're thinking. I'll be honest: there are things down there that could rip you apart, shade or not, and they'd be happy to. If I were you, I wouldn't risk it. But if you really want to get into Heaven as fast as you can..." He shrugs. "I don't know that you want to head down there now, though."

Dazarel squirms free of her grip and scampers up onto her shoulders, hiding behind your neck. 'Please no.'

Yemma shoots the lizard a foul look. "I'd be glad to chuck him down there, though."

Kakara stares at the entrance to Hell, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. It looks surprisingly unimposing, for something so important.

After a long moment of thought, she sighs, deflating. "No," she mutters. "You're right. I shouldn't risk it. Not yet, anyway."

"Sorry, kid," he says, grimacing.

Yemma sighs. "There is a way I could let you in. A couple of ways, actually. Three." He extends a finger. "Easy way: if the Enemy were somehow not able to do anything, I could let you in. As long as he wasn't able to do anything about it, it'd be fine. That's probably not going to happen, to be honest." Another finger. "Slow way: go away, get stronger. Way stronger. Strong enough that you won't have to worry about the Enemy following you in. Obviously, that's not very helpful for you."

Kakara looks up at him through her bangs. "...and the third way?"

He sighs, nodding. "Third way. Quick way."

A door opens in the wall to your right. There are stairs inside.

Leading down.

"You take the stairs, and find what you're looking for the hard way," he says.

Kakara stares at the doorway. "...those go down."

"As far down as you can go," he says, nodding. "And they lead where you're thinking. I'll be honest: there are things down there that could rip you apart, shade or not, and they'd be happy to. If I were you, I wouldn't risk it. But if you really want to get into Heaven as fast as you can..." He shrugs. "I don't know that you want to head down there now, though."

Dazarel squirms free of her grip and scampers up onto her shoulders, hiding behind your neck. 'Please no.'

Yemma shoots the lizard a foul look. "I'd be glad to chuck him down there, though."

Kakara stares at the entrance to Hell, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. It looks surprisingly unimposing, for something so important.

After a long moment of thought, she sighs, deflating. "No," she mutters. "You're right. I shouldn't risk it. Not yet, anyway."

"Sorry, kid," he says, grimacing.

Yemma sighs. "There is a way I could let you in. A couple of ways, actually. Three." He extends a finger. "Easy way: if the Enemy were somehow not able to do anything, I could let you in. As long as he wasn't able to do anything about it, it'd be fine. That's probably not going to happen, to be honest." Another finger. "Slow way: go away, get stronger. Way stronger. Strong enough that you won't have to worry about the Enemy following you in. Obviously, that's not very helpful for you."

Kakara looks up at him through her bangs. "...and the third way?"

He sighs, nodding. "Third way. Quick way."

A door opens in the wall to your right. There are stairs inside.

Leading down.

"You take the stairs, and find what you're looking for the hard way," he says.

Kakara stares at the doorway. "...those go down."

"As far down as you can go," he says, nodding. "And they lead where you're thinking. I'll be honest: there are things down there that could rip you apart, shade or not, and they'd be happy to. If I were you, I wouldn't risk it. But if you really want to get into Heaven as fast as you can..." He shrugs. "I don't know that you want to head down there now, though."

Dazarel squirms free of her grip and scampers up onto her shoulders, hiding behind her neck. 'Please no.'

Yemma shoots the lizard a foul look. "I'd be glad to chuck him down there, though."

Kakara stares at the entrance to Hell, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. It looks surprisingly unimposing, for something so important.

After a long moment of thought, she sighs, deflating. "No," she mutters. "You're right. I shouldn't risk it. Not yet, anyway."

"Sorry, kid," he says, grimacing.

Yemma sighs. "There is a way I could let you in. A couple of ways, actually. Three." He extends a finger. "Easy way: if the Enemy were somehow not able to do anything, I could let you in. As long as he wasn't able to do anything about it, it'd be fine. That's probably not going to happen, to be honest." Another finger. "Slow way: go away, get stronger. Way stronger. Strong enough that you won't have to worry about the Enemy following you in. Obviously, that's not very helpful for you."

Kakara looks up at him through her bangs. "...and the third way?"

He sighs, nodding. "Third way. Quick way."

A door opens in the wall to your right. There are stairs inside.

Leading down.

"You take the stairs, and find what you're looking for the hard way," he says.

Kakara stares at the doorway. "...those go down."

"As far down as you can go," he says, nodding. "And they lead where you're thinking. I'll be honest: there are things down there that could rip you apart, shade or not, and they'd be happy to. If I were you, I wouldn't risk it. But if you really want to get into Heaven as fast as you can..." He shrugs. "I don't know that you want to head down there now, though."

Dazarel squirms free of her grip and scampers up onto her shoulders, hiding behind her neck. 'Please no.'

Yemma shoots the lizard a foul look. "I'd be glad to chuck him down there, though."

Kakara stares at the entrance to Hell, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. It looks surprisingly unimposing, for something so important.

After a long moment of thought, she sighs, deflating. "No," she mutters. "You're right. I shouldn't risk it. Not yet, anyway."

"Sorry, kid," he says, grimacing.