"Dear, I have the transcript of your conversation with Hell. And not from the Grand High Priestess, either." A playfully raised eyebrow. "You asked for a county, I believe? That doesn't sound to me like a meek little unambitious thing who knows nothing about any matters in which she hasn't been directed. Do discard that pretense. What do you want from your mortal life, Carissa Sevar, besides a county and a crafting allowance? Do your ambitions lead you to want a more Asmodean rule of this country, for you to be raised high in? Would you take the throne yourself, if you could? If your answer is that Asmodeus would hold either ambition against you, I'd like to hear your explanation of the theology behind that. The Church doesn't teach that Her Infernal Majestrix is a poor Asmodean for having presumed to murder her predecessor Infrexus."
(On paper, Infrexus I accidentally drowned. For a seventh-circle sorcerer to accidentally drown, and then for Cheliax to accidentally forget they had any clerics who could resurrect him, is the sort of story you put in the official history books when you really don't want people getting confused about what actually happened.)