(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

The strange, sulfurous musk of Fhjull's abode burned my nostrils. He looked
at me through slitted eyes, an uninvited guest come to rummage through
his belongings and upset the tidiness of his home. "Feh! So you've returned!
And what did the Pillar speak of? Did it answer your insipid questions?"
I grimaced, saying nothing, but Fhjull caught my mood and a dry cackle
shook his shoulders. He wiped the tears from his eyes and grinned at me,
"Ah, when the rare idiot does go to the Pillar of Skulls to seek answers, he
rarely enjoys the answers he receives."
"Trias was the one who sent me here under false pretenses," I snapped, "I
wouldn't have set foot in Baator if it weren't for him."
Fhjull stiffens, his sudden mirth dead in an instant. "Trias? Trias the Betrayer
sent you here?" His claws clenched and unclenched. "This is the final
indignity! That self-righteous bastard! Kill him, and I will reward you with all
that I have at my disposal! Flay his skin and bring it to me so I might wear it
as a cloak... hurkkk!"
He gagged, eyes bulging. "I mean... no, no... do not harm the deva. It would
be wrong to do so...I was mistaken. Mistaken, I was."
"What did Trias do to you?"
"Feh! Years of service as an Advocate Infernus! Painstaking detail and
organization. I never questioned my superiors. I did ALL that was asked of
me. I punished those below me with the cruelest and most inventive
punishments when they failed. THEN... one slip, and it all comes crashing
down! All due to CHANCE. CHAOS. RANDOMNESS. And the lesser races
wonder why the baatezu wish the multiverse to be an orderly construct."
He paused, hissing in anger."The deva lied. It lied. Trias the betrayer tricked
me into signing a contract, and I, blinded by the possibility of capturing him,
walked straight into his trap. If he dies, the contract is over... but I have not
been able to find him, and if I did, how would I harm him?! What am I to do?
Even these treacherous thoughts make my mind burn in pain. I was so sure I
had that paragon of self-righteousness. That short-sighted greed cost me the
rest of my centuries of glorious conniving and entombed me in this sinkhole
of good will. Bleh."
Fhjull scraped his tongue with his teeth, trying to clear the bad taste of
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