Dark Thoughts

They really thought they could just imprison him forever. Him! A commander of the armies of Hell! He looked at the spacious rooms that were his "prison". He knew the guards and the prison master. Did they really think he lost his web of contacts within the ranks?
He looked again at the note that was passed to him a short while ago. His allies on the material plane started to move into position. After a few setbacks like the stupid sorcerer in the human town he might have finally found a minion who was worth his attention.

He looked around his cell again. Soon he will leave this plane of Baator. But after taking over the material plane he will have enough power to come back and get his revenge. A smile scurried over his face. There should be no problem. Mortals are so weak!