Infernal Influence 10

Asmodeus's servants wait out eternity on his whims. Today Bast'inel stands ready for his masters bidding. Today is unlike all other days before... the Baatzu had the blood war.
Bast'inel recalls countless eons before when he and his former angels followed Asmodeus on their campain against the demons. Who appeared to undo what "He who was" and the oracle had begun. Bast'inel almost smiles as he recalls the countless victorys Asmodeus's forces earned. Each plane taken and realigned for the gods of law to forge. Perhaps Asmodeus new the gods master plan, perhaps not. Bast'inel scowls as he remembers how he and his master began to revile the gods for they cared less and less about the battles fought by their servants the farther the battle raged from divine realms.
Then Asmodeus convinced the gods of law to sign Pact Prime evil which altered the cosmos forever and triggered The Fall. The utter horror as Best'inel and his fellow Baatzu plummeted down as the god that was commanded Asmodeus to be bound by his own laws. Best'inel felt more than heard the impact as his master was the first to impact on what is now Nessus. Best'inel witnessed the hordes of the abbyss where consumed by divine power and what would have taken he hand his minions hundreds of years to conquer and realign a plane to law; "The god that was" did in mear seconds. That is when Best'inel's loyalty to asmodeus was complete.
Best'inel returns from his reflection as his master walks towards his chambers. Following a dozen paces behind Best'inel recalls the Reckoning of the Hells. Fortunate for himself he proved his own cunning and vile nature. Securing a good position here. Most of his former Comrades were consumed, giving rise to his masters total domination over the hells and increasing the hells powerbase ten fold.
Asmodeus turns his head looking at Best'inel. "Go take the souls of Bullock, Darien and Korthus. I want you to bind them and cast them into the canyon. Bring me Arkondon!"
==Roll the Dice==
Bowing Best'inel plane shifts... As he appears near his targets Best'inel ponders why his master let them come so far?
Focusing at the task at hand. Best'inel summons his small army and begins setting his trap that this group of pathetic mortals cannot escape as they head towards the cold steel temple...
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