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

"Why did you lie to me?"
Even with his plans gutted he still spoke grandiosely. If Trias were a lesser
being he would've sneered. "You were in need of direction. The price of your
need was betrayal. How is that you believe that you have earned the right to
any truths in this life or the next? Such arrogance. Indeed, it was your duty
as a lesser being to free me. I owe you nothing, and it is what I have given. I
gave you more than you deserved. You freed me to help yourself."
Once I had seen the lemures gathered, the Baatezu hiding beneath the city,
the pieces had all fallen into place. "There's a portal to Baator in Curst, isn't
there?"
He turned to me then, face calm, the slightest quirk of his lips the only
outward sign that he was impressed, "Very good, mortal. The pox that has
eaten away at your mind has left some faculties intact, at least. Yes, there
lies a portal to Baator, in the arch to the inner city. Long has it lain forgotten,
the key known only to a select few sages, who now lie dead. Only I hold the
key."
"And by bringing Curst directly to Carceri..." I continued, "The baatezu can
bypass any of the tanar'ri defenses along the borders of the Gray Waste.
You've created a new launching point directly into the heart of chaos."
"A temporary advantage," Trias said dismissively.
"Why have you done this?"
"A city of betrayers have been betrayed and received what they have
deserved. There is no 'why'. It seals my compact with the Lower Planes. The
greater good is served."
"You made a compact with the Lower Planes?"
"One cannot scale Mount Celestia without an army. The composition of that
army is of importance to me. It is much easier to hire such creatures than
force them into an attack."
My eyes widened, "You're going to attack Mount Celestia with fiends? Is
consorting with them not against your nature?"
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