If someone told me I needed to sacrifice “an animal” to save me, I would at least look for something other than my pet as a first try! And if I had to kill my pet to escape hell, I would be a lot more guilty and broken up about it.
I might also try to pass the curse to someone else, but I’d look for someone who might conceivably deserve eternal torture, such as a murderer, or perhaps the gypsy granddaughter, who seemed to be complicit in turning damnation on me in the first place.
The whole mixup with the envelopes was so friggin obvious that it was a huge distraction. Is there ANYONE who didn’t see that coming?
Up until the kitty murder I thought it was okay. But after that point, I was actively rooting for blondie to get dragged to Hell. What, she couldn’t go buy a chicken, or a goldfish, or something? Bitch. Yes, she deserved to die, and I hope she burns in Hell!
The whole premise is sort of unintentionally humorous, or maybe intentional at that. You have the existence of hell, which presumably also means there’s a heaven, and one or more religious or philosophical roads to help you avoid the former and reach the latter. But, due to an unfortunate clerical mix-up, the protagonist may end up having to spend eternity in hell!