The moment she reached back inside her room, she locked the door and sat down on the mattress. Her heart was pounding heavily against her chest, and she was sweating truckloads. Harming a minor god was one thing but who she had met today was not one of them. The color of the man's robes was midnight blue, almost appearing black.
Her rationality screamed at her that she was now in huge trouble. She was probably going to be sent to one of the seven circles of hell, depending on how offended the god was after he managed to get out of the sewage canal. A slight shiver passed through her body as she remembered Fifty-eight's words on the tortures they inflict in hell.
