“I have failed you, my lord”, says the smaller devil as it bows low.
Asmodeus gazes down at the minion, his expression inscrutible.
Yes. Convincing him to continue using the blade was a gross miscalculation. But he accepted enough of my offer that I was able to extract valuable concessions from Her. Allowances that will come to fruition in the future.
Your parting gift to his simpering superior may also yield some returns. And the trophy you have acquired is a rich treasure.
The creature dares lift it’s head, hope kindled by its master’s magnanimous mood.
However, this does not mitigate the loss of such a valuable prize.
The devil screams as black flames erupt from its skin. Asmodeus smiles in pleasure as the minion writhes in agony on the floor, horrific sounds emanating from its mouth.
Fear not. Your torment shall only last a year and a day. It is always good practice to offer some reward for partial success.
The Lord of Hell glances down at the young woman visible in the scrying pool.
Deirdre would certainly agree.