She died hard, actually.

Hard enough that she didn't go to Hell.

She died so hard she ended up with the old man and the tea.

This is not the canonical depiction of Pharasma but the gods are beyond such mortal things as gender anyway. 

The cups of boiling water seem kind of fragile for use torturing people. She can't actually think of another use for cups of boiling water.

She kneels. 

He'll agreeably kneel at the other side of the table, and pour her a cup of tea.

"Sit, sit, my dear.  Have some tea.  I expect you've had a troubled time before coming to me."

....she obediently sticks her hand in the cup of boiling water.

"Not from a culture with tea, I take it.  You're meant to sip it, lightly, and savor the flavor.  I suppose we could also go straight to business if you're of such mind."

How is she supposed to savor the flavor. Burning water will burn your tongue until you can't taste anything for days but the dead skin. 

She'll try it anyway. 

She still does not say anything because nothing this being said was actually a direct question.

It's not actually meant to burn her tongue!  This is perfectly good tea here!  Just because it's still lightly steaming a bit, at the present temperature and altitude, doesn't mean it's boiling hot!

This seems really quite different from how she expected the afterlife to go. 

She has so many questions and is absolutely not going to ask them. She was told to sip tea and savor the flavor so she will do that. The tea does not really have very much flavor. It's kind of...herb-y. She will still get a good grade at savoring it, somehow.

Well, to be totally 100% honest here, after a while at this job, he's kind of liking it with not the endless stream of questions.  They should send him more of whatever she is.

"A world I oversee has gotten itself into a bit of a... state that it ought to get out of," he says, and waves his hand to show it to her.

"As you can see, about a third of the surface area is currently on fire.  I'd ask if you're willing to help me with that, but in fact, by the time the System sends you here, there isn't really much of an option there.  So, that's where you're going."

"- not to the part that's currently on fire.  You won't be ready to go there for a bit."

.......she would answer that, possibly with some questions, except this being still has not clarified how They are styled and she can't just blurt out 'uh, what?'

She'll just....nod, like it makes perfect sense that instead of being sent to Hell she is being sent to this deficient planet that is not yet entirely on fire.

"I can only aid you by a bounded amount, and most of that goes to the baseline enhancements.  Vast magical potential, ability to learn any affinity, quick Skill gain, all the usual.  Still leaves some left over for your Unique Skill.  Is there some great unique capability you'd wish for, that will go well with you, define you, make you iconic?  Would make a nice flagship epic ability to grow into, that sort of thing?"

Oh no!! A direct question!!! That is too confusing to answer!!!!!

She tries extremely hard to savor the tea while she thinks.

Nope, nothing for it, she's going to need to ask at least one clarifying question.

"....we get to keep our abilities in the afterlife, Your Majesty?"

"Hm?  I'm not familiar with the concept of an 'afterlife'.  You'll have to explain that to me, if it's important.  It'd be normal for you to keep whatever powers you already possessed, in your new world, but unless those powers are really quite impressive I expect them to be rapidly overshadowed by the new potentials that I gift to you."

......what. 

It's some kind of test to determine how cool she is, that's all there is to it. She needs to fix this only-partially-burning planet for Asmodeus and then she will have ultimate magical power and also be perfected. 

...it doesn't quite hang together as an explanation. Not really. 

She savors a bit more tea. She thinks she hates tea. Hopefully that counts as a kind of savoring it. 

"I'm an arms and armor enchanter, Your Majesty, and I'd like to be a better one."

"Then you shall be the greatest arms and armor enchanter this world has ever seen or is likely to ever see for a while, at least if you can manage to survive a relatively short time to train up those Skills.  And..."

He sighs inwardly.  He doesn't really want to explain this... ever again, in fact... but it's possible that he'll be letting himself in for needless trouble if he doesn't say something.

"...just to be clear on things, young lady, what happened to you is that you stopped existing inside your previous universe, and, when that happens, people end up somewhere else that has a use for them, as a rule.  The System had a use for you, which is perturbing my planet out of a trajectory that won't end particularly well for it."

"Whatever else you think is happening, isn't.  Just look with your eyes open and figure things out from scratch."

And now she's standing in a sort of generic-looking town in the middle of a generic-looking market street with a bunch of storefronts!

- what????

She stopped existing? But that shouldn't have been possible!!

.....it is sort of reassuring to think that if you stop existing you get sent somewhere else where there's a use for you. That's how things should work. But how does she know what her use is, he didn't even tell her what to do - 

'Just look with your eyes open and figure things out from scratch.'

She really thinks by the time you're a god you should be better at giving orders than that. 

Her eyes are open. Does she see, for instance, anyone who has noticed her. 

There's various adventurery sort of people standing around!  She's actually dressed pretty much like one of them, at the moment, ready to blend right into this unknown city!  Nobody seems to have noticed her teleporting in, either that, or nobody thinks very much of the teleport...

Nobody's visibly staring at her, at least?

....cool. In that case first priority is to find somewhere unobserved where she can prepare spells because otherwise she's not going to speak the local language. (Right? They aren't conveniently speaking Taldane here?) 

...does one's spellbook survive getting killed and sent to another universe. 

If she tries to listen in on that woman bargaining over a strip of faintly iridescent leather, she'll find that...

...actually, everybody here apparently speaks Taldane!  In a standard Chelish accent, even!  Go figure, huh.

Is she perhaps just having a very stupid dream. Or a very stupid hallucination. Or - 

- once there's no one obviously in earshot - 

"I'm still loyal to Asmodeus and I'm still obedient to Her Majesty's government and I want to go home," she tells the sky.

Fine. 

Spellbook, yes or no.