What a Gray Day

While Bodush negotiates with the Dragon, Mendez takes a moment to look around.
Black cloaks, Gray Elves and the drably armoured Orcs and Ogres. All dead or dying.
He is surrounded by the stench of evil. Even his friends no longer profess any leanings toward goodness.
Mendez feels a great weight settle on his chest and shoulders.
He was the only one who could have stopped this atrocity and he failed.
He must find a way to right this wrong.
Turning around, Mendez risks a quick look up at the Dragon and the Devil.
…
Perhaps not today though.

Baator out of Hell

Mendez steels himself and strides towards the gigantic Dragon and the merely enormous Devil.
“Welcome to Fissa my Lords. We have managed to protect your Sorcerers and keep the Chaotic Elves and Orcs from disrupting your journey. Now that you are both safe, our work here is finished. I would be grateful for the payment promised by your agent. ‘All the gold and jewels we could want’ is what was offered, but magic is what I truly crave.”
Trying not to flinch under these demi-gods stares, Mendez holds his ground.

For Evil to Triumph…

Mendez stares in awe at the enormous blue dragon that strides through the magical portal. He’d seen a much smaller black one before and even assisted the fearless Durin in killing it…
But this terrifying creature is so much more.
Dragging his eyes away from the massive lizard, Mendez’ heart turns to ice. The creature that follows it can only be a Prince of Baator.
Twelve feet tall and wreathed in flames, it keeps its leathery wings curled around itself like a cloak.
Mendez curses himself under his breath. Why didn’t he take the shot he’d been yearning to?
Why hadn’t he disrupted the summoning spell?

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!