The smell of brimstone entered the nostrils of Torog, the chain god, a sign that Orcus – Demon Lord had arrived. The 15’ tall figure had a goat-like head and legs, and the horns of a ram rather than those of a goat. His arms were humanoid but vast bat wings sprouted from his back, and his long, snaky tail was tipped with a poisonous head. In his left-hand he carried the wand of death, a rod of obsidian topped by a human skull.
Orcus smiled, more a display of savage looking teeth than a sign of pleasure. “Good news crawling one”
Torog bridled at the remark. He stood to his full height, ancient chains working in place of his shattered limbs, and then had his surrounding chains lift him off the ground to a height that enabled him to look directly into Orcus’s hollow eye sockets. “Why are you here?”
“You have been attempting to infiltrate the devil-worshippers, have you not?”
“No matter. They have been foolish enough to have their necromancer leave active agents of mine within their domicile.”
Torog attempted to disguise his shock and need, but among creatures such as himself nothing could truly be hidden. “They have dealings with the Gith … access to a planar portal … your servant heads to the surface even now leading one of my legions”
“I know where your key is.”
Torog’s eyes shined with hope. “You know what the key is? We can reach it?”
“I recently welcomed PERSONALLY a new arrival, one that I had diverted from reaching the God of Devils. His secrets were easily removed from him, much like his spleen … and other useful parts.
The Gods were very cunning in constructing your prison lock. A whole clan of Eladrin were cast through your imprisoning spell and became a living lock. They then exiled themselves to an unknown plane to keep your prison inviolate. The beauty of this lock is that it is self-regenerating, each new generation of these fey renew the mechanisms.
You just have to smash the lock. Kill every last one of this clan."
“My servants know where their portal is. They could have it for you within the hour.”
“My forces are almost there”
“I can have it for you sooner without expending any of your vanguard force. Then they could be used for a greater purpose beyond the gate.”
“Intriguing. What do you have in mind?”
“I have … resources at my disposal that could clear the devil-hive and make it ready for your legion. But it requires great sacrifice”
Orcus explained what he would require. Torog blanched at the cost but he would pay it.
Torog made his way to his outer chamber and looked out from the balcony, over the floor of the huge cavern before him in these lowest levels of the underdark. The remains of the ancient tiefling city before him swarmed with his servants; Gnolls, Grimlocks, UmberHulks, and even the Illithid-Mind Flayers.
“Kneel before your God” he stage whispered. All heads turned towards their master and as one sank to their knees and prostrated themselves to him"
Torog nodded to Orcus.
Orcus held his arms high and then shadowy, menacing energies poured out of his wand through Torog and then blanketed the cavern below. The hordes below screamed as one, and their life force poured back into the wand, into Orcus, and then travelled back out and up, towards the surface.
Both Torog and Orcus were severely weakened by the ritual. The bodies of Torog’s host now lay spread out over the entire cavern. Nothing stirred below.
“Our agreement still stands? You get the living and I get the dead”
Torog stared for a long moment and then deeply nodded.