------------- Diabolist - The HellGate

It had been there since her father built it eight centuries before, since before the Heroes of Nice Little Place even met Tauloverre, long before Talon the Green Elf was born. And when her grandfather condemned her father to imprisonment, set him floating through the nothingness of the Void, his immortal soul trapped within a block of Adamant for all eternity, a seal was placed upon the gateway. But she would not be stopped by such a trifle as the magic seals of the Overlord of Hell. Another power moved within her, a power even mighty Asmodeus would tremble before.

As she stepped upon the platform, her trusty skeletal guardian at her back, the gate belched forth hell fire. She focused her hatred and rage upon it. It would not stand against her. A wind arose, a wind from nowhere, but she knew it came right off the planes of Avernus, rank with sulfur and brimstone. Her magius danced on its mystic currents, but her mind would not be swayed or her spells disrupted. The pentagram above the gate, the device of Shang, her father, ignited. It knew her magic, for the immortal power of her father ran through her veins as it had his.

But she was no pawn for the ambitions of Tiamat, her grandmother. Nor would she be swayed by the lies of Asmodeus, her grandfather. She had heard another voice in the gloom of the years of loneliness and despair, the voice of the true Master of Hell. And once she freed her father, they would all pay for their betrayals, for their dishonor, for their lack of vision.

Her magius leapt at the seal again. The magic blasting back from the gate would have incinerated a lesser being, but she stood against it, unfazed. One more spell and the seal would break. The HellGate would be hers. And she would be free to go anywhere in the multiverse that evil lived and breath, anywhere that vanity and greed ruled men's hearts, anywhere that lust and wrath clouded their minds, anywhere that sloth and gluttony led them to rot in their graves. Lies and deceit, hatred and ignorance, politicians, lawyers, businessmen, whores, genocidal warmongers, peace-harping cowards, sleazy drug dealers, mindless gang thugs, murderous religious zealots, arrogant self-absorbed philosophers. Across time and space, in any direction, to any plane or alternate dimension, everywhere evil's heartbeat still pounded. She would go to all of them if she had to. Shang would be reborn.

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