Allologue 8

Second Iron of Korrinoth, After Calamity 923 
"Ah good, I
was hoping to catch you before you left," A haughty, almost
melodic voice said. "Though it's not like you're really
anywhere, is it?" 
Lysaro shifted in
the shadows- the tiefling's eyes gleamed in the dark, silver specks
in the proud silhouette before him. Lysaro knew Xelbari as a fool,
but there was an almost imperceptible edge to his voice that put
Lysaro on guard. "What do you want?" Death asked. 
"I want to
know where my sister is," Xelbari said simply. "Of those in
your club, she works most closely with you." 
"I don't
know where she is." 
"Have you
looked?" Xelbari asked, stepping closer. "It has
been my experience that it is difficult, perhaps impossible, to find
something if you never think to look for it at all." 
"She isn't
responding to anything I Send to her; she's probably just engrossed
in one of her pet projects." 
"And which
ones are you referring to? Shepherding the mortals about to deal with
the asteroid at the council's behest? Babysitting the ascendant
dragon of destruction, alone? Looking into half a dozen
other things that the council cannot be bothered to deal with because
they're busy assuring each other how good and important it is that
they not do anything at all lest an errant sneeze upset the
Balance?" 
"Watch your
tone." Lysaro said harshly, his eyes narrowing.
"Or what?"
Xelbari's ever present smile widened. "You may be powerful –
insurmountably so, but you're still just a man with a code.
You'll sit on it until the world burns down if some nice words demand
it of you. It makes you predictable. It makes you weak."
Lysaro's anger simmered as the tiefling continued.
“Asmodeus
succeeded in one thing only,” Xelbari said his voice low and
dangerous, “He managed to create a Lord of Hell that resides on the
Material plane. I’m sure he’d be thrilled if he weren’t so
dead. But hear me- I will burn down every rock on this miserable mud
ball if I must, and I may even invite some of my new friends to
help.”
Lysaro paused, absorbing Xelbari’s words with measured
consideration. “Burn down every rock? That doesn’t make any
sens-“
“I know it
doesn’t make any sense!” Xelbari snapped. “Just find her!”
The tiefling deflated, his shoulders sagged, and his brow drooped. He
looked at the god of death plaintively. “Please,” he said.
Lysaro studied
Xelbari. The tiefling may be less incomprehensible than Lysaro once
thought. He smiled softly, not entirely devoid of warmth. “We will,” he said.
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