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Samael sighed. "be warned, the tale is not a pleasant one. The tale of my binding.

It had been a simple year, tending the crops of a church of Azuth, for the knowledge seekers required sustenance, as do all mortal folk. Unfortunately, that same church had been used as a meeting ground for infernal and abyssal cults, held underground for symbolism. One fateful night, as I was resting, an abyssal cultist had encountered an infernal cultist, both scouting for their leaders. What made it worse that these cults, the Cult of the Ebon Hand (worshiping Gra'zzt) and the Cult of Dis Tower (often mocked for the name, I've heard, and worshiping Dispater). It came to a battle, with blades, spells, summons, the sacrifices they planned on making forgotten or used for summoning battle monsters.

I had awoken, to the sound of explosions below me and the guards rushing to the catacombs. As I was being herded out, an unfortunate circumstance occurred where Heaven's Light met Hell's fire and Abyss' Shade in one spot.

I awoke to fire around me, with me knocked to the ground. As I arose from my position, wounded but able to stand, a figure emerged from the wreckage. A jackal-like creature, standing like you or I, and dressed like us as well. It cursed in a language unknown to me, and foolishly, I began to walk towards it, as if to provide aid. It saw me, then smiled nastily, and in my head, I heard "You'll Do". and the Being from the lower Realms bound me to his service, to make sure his cabal's dealings were carried through and were profitable. I cannot say his name, for to do so is to summon him and his wrath. and he calls me to Work, I must Obey."

Samael exhaled "now you know. seek him not, for he always needs workers for his....Projects."

Horatio grins mirthlessly at the all too familiar tale. "I understand your position, friend. I too serve a lower master, though I do not think I must needs fear conscription by another denizen of the hells. Suffice to say, I am similarly called to do another's bidding, and, I must confess, I was not a victim in my transfiguration into what I am today, but an avid participant, already ensorcelled mind and spirit to complete a bloody ritual. But enough of such dark and dreary talk - I think, perhaps, that between our strengths in sorcery and cunning, we might find ways to appease our respective masters, and more. So beyond this small adventure, it might behoove us to work in tandem. Do you agree?"

Samael nods "Aye, for our survival, if nothing more." Samael is both comforted and discomforted by the fact that he is not alone, but he is with a willing participant.

 "...me knocked to the ground. As I arose from my position, wounded but able to stand, a figure emerged from the wreckage. A jackal-like creature, standing like you or I, and dressed like us as well. It cursed in a language unknown to me, and foolishly, I began to walk towards it, as if to provide aid. It saw me, then smiled nastily, and in my head, I heard "You'll Do". and the Being from the lower Realms bound me to his service, to make sure his cabal's dealings were carried through and were profitable. I cannot say his name, for to do so is to summon him and his wrath. and he calls me to Work, I must Obey. Now you know. seek him not, for he always needs workers for his....Projects."

Horatio: "I understand your position, friend. I too serve a lower master, though I do not think I must needs fear conscription by another denizen of the hells. Suffice to say, I am similarly called to do another's bidding, and, I must confess, I was not a victim in my transfiguration into what I am today, but an avid participant, already ensorcelled mind and spirit to complete a bloody ritual. But enough of such dark and dreary talk - I think, perhaps, that between our strengths in sorcery and cunning, we might find ways to appease our respective masters, and more. So beyond this small adventure, it might behoove us to work in tandem. Do you agree?"

Samael: "Aye, for our survival, if nothing more."