You couldn't have covered this topic FUCKING YESTERDAY? Asmodia realizes her hand is clenched into a white fist and quickly relaxes it before anybody sees, but with the connection to compacts finally spelled out, she can now see how, even if she wouldn't plausibly have suicided and gone to Hell directly, she could have sworn to do that with a probability, inconvenienced them with some probability, and had any negotiating leverage at all -
Too late. Why it is always, always, too late for everything.