One of Ferrer Maillol's last coherent recent thoughts, as Contessa Lrilatha herself dragged him by the scruff of his neck into the temple torture chamber, was that he has now realized what kind of project disaster surpasses starting a god-war. It's being told that one of your stupid oversights just managed to ruin a lot of hard work put in by Aspexia Rugatonn, Contessa Lrilatha, and Gorthoklek, all of whom are now personally pissed at you, and who will all be visiting you at least briefly during your stay.
Ferrer Mailol is currently driven into a rather extreme mental state, and begging Asmodeus to do something, anything, to deliver him.