The King of Hell Exam

Once every five years, the Underworld holds its Infernal Judge entrance exam.

This is the 188th time I’ve failed to become an Infernal Judge.

Not only was I stabbed clean through, I also brought home a cold-faced, fearsome spirit.

I thought my time was up and resigned myself to being reborn as a pig.

But that fearsome spirit raised the dread-inspiring Umbrella of Deliverance and smiled softly, eyes lowered.

“I have been waiting for you, Madam.”