On the Clock

Tormus watches Bullock and his rag tag band of adventures. As they fumble with the quicksilver hourglass. Literally the cosmos fate in perl as they try to use it. As they vanish the vial Mage walks forward. Clasping his hands behind him. 
The second Tormus watches from the entry way. "You are getting careless! We should have kept a capable guard. This completely mundane fasad has backfired. Without the hour glass how will we bend fate to our will?"
Tormus glances back, "The loss of the hourglass is a minor setback. All the pices are in place. With the gods busy battling the lords of chaos, Murth dead his ally's broken and scattered. Lady magic trapped with the all fathers artifact in a timeless prison. Nothing can stop my master plan now.
Suddenly a third Tormus appears. "Master of Valeria is now under our sway. I have his soul. Fool was as arrogant as we suspected." glancing around... Where is the Quicksilver hourglass? 
Second Tormus shakes his head in warning, but Tormus rounds on his third body. "I expect you to Find and kill Suri before she becomes a problem! Snatching the soul shard. Four is manipulating things as we speak to give you a small army of greater devils. With the armys of Valeria and might of the hells, I better hear good news soon... See it done Three! Quickly! 
As the third plane shifts away. Tormus tosses the soul shard to his second. "Prepare the ritual." as the second nods and walks away, Tormus enters his study to prepar for the next phase in his plan.