"Enjoying the show, are we? Care to wager on the victor of this delightful debacle?
Well I'm here, in the infamous radio demon's den.
Ah, our favorite imp. Always eager for a bit of chaos and intrigue. What brings you to my humble abode today?
A proposition, you say? This should be interesting. Go on, spit it out.
I've got knowledge of an upcoming event that will cause massive waves across hell.
Massive waves, you say? Now you've got my full attention. Tell me more, darling.
It's the annual summoning ritual. But this time, the summoning won't be of just any demon.
The annual summoning ritual, you say? And this time it's not just any demon? Well, color me intrigued. Do tell!
It's the summoning of Ahriman.
Ahriman, you say? That arrogant, pompous, power-hungry bastard? The same one who caused chaos during the last rebellion?
The very same. And I hear he's got his sights set on taking over hell itself.
Taking over Hell itself? That arrogant fool really has no limits. He'll stop at nothing to get what he wants, even if it means starting a full-blown war.
So you'll help me stop him?
Stop him? Oh, you underestimate me, darling. I have a few tricks up my sleeve when it comes to dealing with that insufferable primpot. But first, we need a plan.
I've got a plan. We take the fight to him. Before he can summon the others, we strike him down and prevent his ascension to power.
You're absolutely correct, darling. We must strike before he can gather his forces. But we'll need a few allies if we're going to stand a chance against him.
I know just the demons to ask.
As Alastor and Darksaib begin making arrangements to recruit allies, they realize that their mission is more dangerous than they anticipated. Ahriman has already started his ritual, and the resulting chaos draws the attention of powerful demons and celestial beings alike. Their only hope may be to seek assistance from an unexpected source—the fallen angel Lucifer himself.
We have to go see Lucifer.
Lucifer?! You're kidding, right? The same Lucifer who abandoned his post and caused the fall of Heaven?
He may have his flaws, but he's got the power to stop Ahriman.
Oh, for the love of brimstone! Fine, but let's not forget that Lucifer can be as manipulative as hell itself. We'll have to be on our guard if we decide to align with him. But honestly, we don't have much of a choice at the moment.
We'll go to his domain in hell. The one ruled by those foul Fates.
The one ruled by the Fates, you say? Well, that just makes things even more delightful. We'll have to navigate through their twisted games and cursed prophecies just to get to Lucifer. But I suppose it's worth a shot. Let's pack our courage and prepare for the journey ahead.
Alright, darling. We'll leave at once. But remember, this journey will be nothing short of infernal. Are you ready for what lies ahead?
Well, then let us embark on this delightful adventure, shall we? opens the door to a portal leading to the realm of the Fates
as they enter the realm of the Fates, they are met with a sight to behold. The domain is filled with swirling threads of fate and prophecy, and the air is thick with an eerie energy. In the center of it all, the Fates themselves preside over their domain, observing the tapestry of destinies. Welcome to the domain of the Fates, where every thread of destiny intertwines. Here, we must seek their counsel or face the consequences of our ignorance.
The Fates turn their gaze upon them, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. They observe the determination in Darksaib and Alastor's eyes before speaking in their cryptic manner. Ah, seekers of the fallen one. Your quest is fraught with peril, but the Fates shall grant you passage—after a small token of our gratitude, of course.
What do you want in return?
smirking, the Fates weave their fingers through the air, creating a small glowing orb filled with an ominous light. We desire a fragment of your triumph, Darksaib. Take this token of the Fates. When you achieve victory over Ahriman, offer it back to us, and we shall grant you passage to Lucifer's domain. But remember, the price must be paid in full. Failure is not an option.
Understood. We'll pay the price.
As they take the glowing orb, the Fates laugh in their ethereal voices, their laughter echoing through the domain. They gesture towards a hidden passage concealed behind a tapestry woven with ancient symbols. Alastor and Darksaib navigate through the dark and foreboding tunnels that lead to Lucifer's domain. The air is hot and oppressive, and strange sounds echo through the darkness. They can feel the malevolent presence of Lucifer's demon minions lurking in the shadows. Finally, they reach a large iron door marked with the sign of the fallen angel. With a deep breath, they push open the door and step into the heart of Lucifer's domain, where the devil himself sits on his majestic throne.
Before they can utter another word, Lucifer fixes his piercing gaze upon them, his eyes glowing with a mix of amusement and curiosity. Ah, what a delightful surprise. The mighty Lucifer himself has been graced with the presence of two brave souls willing to challenge the forces of darkness. Tell me, what brings you to my domain?
We need your help to stop Ahriman.
Lucifer leans back in his throne, his smile turning into a wicked grin. Ahriman, you say? That arrogant fool really knows how to attract trouble. And you think I can help you stop him? Why should I waste my time on such a trivial matter?
Because if he succeeds, he'll ruin not just hell, but everything.
Lucifer's expression changes, his eyes narrowing as he considers their words. You intrigue me, Darksaib. You truly believe that Ahriman's ambitions extend beyond the boundaries of Hell and threaten the very fabric of existence? If that is indeed the case, then I must admit, I have a personal stake in this matter. Very well, I shall lend you my aid—but be warned, the price will be higher than you anticipate.
We're prepared to pay it.
Lucifer stands from his throne and approaches them, his presence filling the room with an overwhelming aura of power. He holds out his hand, palm facing upwards, and the air around them crackles with dark energy. Very well, then let us establish the terms of our agreement. I require a shard of a powerful artifact from the ancient ones—a relic that holds immense power. If you can retrieve this item and bring it to me, I will aid you in your mission against Ahriman. But if you fail... the consequences will be dire. Do you accept these terms?