Interlude
Was it possible for someone to be so…good?
Beelzebub wasn’t sure. Certainly, those individuals who overflowed with altruistic motivations were not the sort to end up in Hell, and so he had to admit to himself that his experience wasn’t all that large. When Jillian had first told him about her dog-rescue operation, he’d naturally assumed she must have some sort of selfish reason for taking on such an endeavor. Now, though, after seeing the tears in her eyes when she thought the little dark-furred puppy was dead, seeing her utter fearlessness in trespassing to get the animals away from their abusive owners, he was experiencing some doubts. Nothing she’d done had been for any reason except to make sure the puppies were safe. That was why he hadn’t even hesitated when she left the
