What happens to me now.

Asmodia doesn't ask; it's plaintive, whiny, pathetic, if they want her to know they'll tell her.

(Unless the rules are different in Erecura's Gardens, but no, no, that's too much to hope for, all hope does is hurt you.)

"What are my orders?" Asmodia says, her voice outwardly steady.  She can still muster that much strength.

What happens to her now?

Asmodia doesn't ask; it's plaintive, whiny, pathetic, if they want her to know they'll tell her.

(Unless the rules are different in Erecura's Gardens, but no, no, that's too much to hope for, all hope does is hurt you.)

"What are my orders?" Asmodia says, her voice outwardly steady.  She can still muster that much strength.

Erecura, Lawful Neutral goddess, former soothsayer of Pharasma who stole the secret to divinity from her goddess and was banished to Hell as a punishment, now apparently-beloved consort of the archdevil Dispater, who is Lord of Dis.  One of very few beings not Lawful Evil whom it is legal to worship at all in Cheliax - not worship as a primary deity, of course, but if you hold Asmodeus above Her you are also allowed to worship Her as well.

What happens to Asmodia now?

Asmodia doesn't ask; it's plaintive, whiny, pathetic, if they want her to know they'll tell her.

(Unless the rules are different in Erecura's Gardens, but no, no, that's too much to hope for, all hope does is hurt you.)

"What are my orders?" Asmodia says, her voice outwardly steady.  She can still muster that much strength.

Erecura, Lawful Neutral goddess, former soothsayer of Pharasma who stole the secret to divinity from her goddess and was banished to Hell as a punishment.  Now apparently-beloved consort of the archdevil Dispater, who is Lord of Dis.  One of very few beings not Lawful Evil whom it is legal to worship at all in Cheliax - not worship as a primary deity, of course, but if you hold Asmodeus above Her you are also allowed to worship Her as well.

What happens to Asmodia now?

Asmodia doesn't ask; it's plaintive, whiny, pathetic, if they want her to know they'll tell her.

(Unless the rules are different in Erecura's Gardens, but no, no, that's too much to hope for, all hope does is hurt you.)

"What are my orders?" Asmodia says, her voice outwardly steady.  She can still muster that much strength.