malduoni learns about some suspicious otherworldly visitors
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Yes. Asmodeus is lawful. He doesn't want everyone in Hell to die. There has to be something.

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He does not care if they die, if He cannot use them for his aims, and my position is not strong enough to safely permit him to retain them for that, and mutual information about how this will go cannot be established quickly or convincingly enough. It would have been better, if it had gone like that. I am sorry that instead it will go like this. 

 

Aroden thought about this a long time, as a god. Thousands and thousands of years. He wanted to do it right. I do not exactly know if this was a miscalculation - I have not had time to think about it - but it would be a miscalculation to err in that direction again now.

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I could go to Hell, she thinks, stupidly, if the problem is that he doesn't understand that everything will be destroyed, if we just need him to understand that.

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I know. I would ask it of you, if it would make things better. I can talk to Asmodeus. I am talking to Asmodeus. But he is not going to agree to a deal right now that spares the things you care about, and to convince him he ought to I would have to give him enough information about how we intend to conduct this war that he might, instead, be able to win it. That is what I mean, that we are not strong enough. I am sorry. 

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It feels outrageously, impossibly unfair, that there might be an agreement that everyone preferred to this but they can't just - promise not to use the information to hurt each other, they're Lawful gods, right -

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Sometimes we can do things like that. This situation is unusual. Later, if you want, I will explain to you how it came to be the case that the outcome that best serves Good here was a total war; you are right to think that often that could be improved on, but there is - wryly - not actually very much overlap in values between Asmodeus and I, and a great deal depends on the actions of actors outside either of us, and the space of common ground is far from the space of commitments we are prepared to make. It is not close, Carissa. It is not one explanation or one promise from being available. It would be better if it could be done, but it cannot.

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Given that, fewer people will die if it goes very quickly. 

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Yeah. She knows Iomedae well enough to guess that that's why She's talking to her at all. 

"We'll do our best," she says, and then she's alone in her head so suddenly it twinges with it.

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Well, not entirely alone. Mhalir hung back, during the conversation; he has nothing new to say to Iomedae, and 'wanting reassurance' in itself isn't enough of a reason to bother a very busy god. 

<...Are you all right?> he asks her, tentatively, and aware that it remains a stupid question.  

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She is not okay but it's - very clear, right. Iomedae is doing this. Iomedae claims it'll be over sooner if Carissa helps. Iomedae is a god, She can do the friendly face when She's not too busy but she's not actually like them, Her mistakes if She's making them are more complicated and can't be prevented -

- and it's not actually a surprising claim, that Asmodeus wouldn't care about anyone in Hell if He couldn't use them, and that He uses them for things Iomedae won't permit Him to keep doing, if She gets a say about it -

let's go get your ships, she says, and she's not sure of it at all but there's no information she's waiting on, and there's an odd sort of inevitable feeling that Iomedae probably knew how much to say and said that -

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Well, they're waiting on Aroden to cast some spells with Nefreti, who appeared to be busy, but he can send a message to the ship in orbit updating them on his past week in time-dilation, since they presumably have no idea. 

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And Nefreti finishes the True Resurrection. 

 

Parmida crashes to the ground from about two inches above it, clothed. Neither of these are standard features of resurrections. "Drat," Nefreti says, mildly irritated. 

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The telepathic bond is broken. Parmida looks up at Aroden and tries to think something at him but nothing happens.

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Aroden casts Charm Person, which is a low-level enough spell that it barely counts and, as cast by him in particular, lets him have two-way telepathy, at least with Parmida who's familiar with it.

Parmida, love, I...

He drops to his knees on the ground next to her and holds out his arms. 

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She tries to drag herself to her feet and does not quite get there and flings herself at him. She is crying. 

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Aroden wraps his arms around her and rests his forehead against hers. He's not crying but it's a close thing. 

Parmida, I - I am so sorry - I went as fast as I could... What did He do to you. 

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(Mhalir watches from across the pharaoh's demiplane, feeling kind of weird and awkward about this for reasons he doesn't fully understand.) 

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- Zahra -

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Safe. I brought us to the Dome in Sothis. We are in the pharaoh's personal demiplane right now - we can go get Zahra, when you are ready. 

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And then you - went to Hell? And - but -

 - I - 

 

- do you -

 

 

- they know who you are -

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I did not go to Hell. I came to the Andalites here and I used Major Creation to replicate one of their alien weapons and - Wished it to your location - I tried to get you back several times, before that, we used the Rod of Security so that Nefreti and I could do spell research, we were kidnapping Chelish wizards anyway...

He takes a deep breath. We redesigned Gate so that we can use it to transport the aliens' ships here and then we are going to destroy Hell. Given that Asmodeus knows, now, it seems better to do in that order than to start with Cheliax. I will have to go very soon. 

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Parmida does not seem to have been following any of that except the last sentence. She grabs at him, about it. 

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He can give her two minutes. He holds her and strokes her hair and whispers that he loves her. 

I need to go soon, he says, eventually. We are going to destroy Hell. We need to move quickly. I will bring you to Zahra. 

And he pulls away, very gently, and offers a hand to help her to her feet. 

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She does not think of anything else to say in the next two minutes. She takes his hand.

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