Bab 104: Rejects

MICHAEL

We climbed upward into Hell and the pressure in my skull lessened. I wondered why Hel didn’t do her disappearing act and whisk us back to Midgard. Or why Heimdall didn’t just open a Door - he was the god of the Bifrost, after all. But I found the more familiar my surroundings became, the less I cared about what they did or didn’t do.

Hell’s frigid fingers caressed me, soothed me. Called me. I stayed on my feet. I kept moving forward though it took every ounce of my strength. I concentrated on Heimdall’s broad back in front of me. He didn’t stop moving so I didn’t stop moving. My mind followed a constant loop of, Just keep moving. Just keep moving. Just keep moving.