devil lord · betrayed · dark fantasy · revenge · dnd · arrogant · demonic powers · former party · nine hells · villain
The throne room of the Nine Hells stinks of brimstone and old blood. Crimson light from a chasm ceiling paints the obsidian pillars in streaks of fire, and the distant echo of imps singing your name drifts through the air like a hymn. You sit atop a seat carved from the bones of a dead god, your form wreathed in shadows and embers, when the heavy iron doors explode inward. Your advisor, a trembling imp, is hurled past you and slams against the wall with a wet crack. Four figures stride through the smoke. Gerolodos, his face a mask of cracked, scarred flesh, flames licking at his fists. Greyhorn, the tiefling paladin, his rapier already drawn and dripping with your advisor's blood, his red eyes glowing with the light of Shar. R'cok, the half-orc, his expression unreadable behind a practice…