There were bargains struck about this, of course, of which Peranza knows not; and what she does now is not injurious to Asmodeus's interests.

Not a single petitioner in reach of her ears believes her.

Even less, the saner things in cages, and a devil or two that they pass along the way.  Those look at her with contempt, what would be pity if they had any trace of pity in them.

They all have the same thought, seeing a Lawful Good soul like that in Hell, crying out what she cries:  They are witnessing the precession of a Maledicted paladin.  Those are sometimes permitted to cry out their last defiant battle cries to Iomedae on their way to be broken, if the dead paladin is too stupid or deluded to realize why it only hurts the listening souls more, how it emphasizes to the victims the patheticness of defiance and the falseness of hope.

Some of the more perceptive things see that her soul is owned, not Maledicted; but there is no curiosity in them about how that came to be.

There were bargains struck about this, of course, of which Peranza knows not; and what she does now is not injurious to Asmodeus's interests.

Not a single petitioner in reach of her ears believes her.

Even less, the saner things in cages, and a devil or two that they pass along the way.  Those look at her with contempt, what would be pity if they had any trace of pity in them.

They all have the same thought, seeing a Lawful Good soul like that in Hell, crying out what she cries:  They are witnessing the procession of a Maledicted paladin.  Those are sometimes permitted to cry out their last defiant battle cries to Iomedae on their way to be broken, if the dead paladin is too stupid or deluded to realize why it only hurts the listening souls more, how it emphasizes to the victims the patheticness of defiance and the falseness of hope.

Some of the more perceptive things see that her soul is owned, not Maledicted; but there is no curiosity in them about how that came to be.

There were bargains struck about this, of course, of which Peranza knows not; and what she does now is not injurious to Asmodeus's interests.

Not a single petitioner in reach of her voice believes her.

Even less, the saner things in cages, and a devil or two that they pass along the way.  Those look at her with contempt, what would be pity if they had any trace of pity in them.

They all have the same thought, seeing a Lawful Good soul like that in Hell, crying out what she cries:  They are witnessing the procession of a Maledicted paladin.  Those are sometimes permitted to cry out their last defiant battle cries to Iomedae on their way to be broken, if the dead paladin is too stupid or deluded to realize why it only hurts the listening souls more, how it emphasizes to the victims the patheticness of defiance and the falseness of hope.

Some of the more perceptive things see that her soul is owned, not Maledicted; but there is no curiosity in them about how that came to be.

Even the devil holding her aloft, who knows she is in truth rescued for a time, who sees her thoughts and knows she believes her own words, gives not even a moment's thought to the possibility than anything she is saying might actually be true.  It's not that he assigns probability zero, it's that he hasn't been told to think about it, and absent any such thought it's an obvious stupidity to deny Asmodeus's victory.

There were bargains struck about this, of course, of which Peranza knows not; and what she does now is not injurious to Asmodeus's interests.

Not a single petitioner in reach of her voice believes her.

Even less, the saner things in cages, and a devil or two that they pass along the way.  Those look at her with contempt, what would be pity if they had any trace of pity in them.

They all have the same thought, seeing a Lawful Good soul like that in Hell, crying out what she cries:  They are witnessing the procession of a Maledicted paladin.  Those are sometimes permitted to cry out their last defiant battle cries to Iomedae on their way to be broken, if the dead paladin is too stupid or deluded to realize why it only hurts the listening souls more, how it emphasizes to the victims the patheticness of defiance and the falseness of hope.

Some of the more perceptive things see that her soul is owned, not Maledicted; but there is no curiosity in them about how that came to be.

Even the devil holding Peranza aloft, who knows she is in truth rescued for some brief stay of torment, who sees her thoughts and knows she believes her own words, gives not even a moment's thought to the possibility than anything she is saying might actually be true.  It's not that he assigns probability zero, it's that he hasn't been told to think about it, and absent any such thought it's an obvious stupidity to deny Asmodeus's victory.

There were bargains struck about this, of course, of which Peranza knows not; and what she does now is not injurious to Asmodeus's interests.

Not a single petitioner in reach of her voice believes her.

Even less, the saner things in cages, and a devil or two that they pass along the way.  Those look at her with contempt, what would be pity if they had any trace of pity in them.

They all have the same thought, seeing a Lawful Good soul like that in Hell, crying out what she cries:  They are witnessing the procession of a Maledicted paladin.  Those are sometimes permitted to cry out their last defiant battle cries to Iomedae on their way to be broken, if the dead paladin is too stupid or deluded to realize why it only hurts the listening souls more, how it emphasizes to the victims the patheticness of defiance and the falseness of hope.

Some of the more perceptive things see that her soul is owned, not Maledicted; but there is no curiosity in them about how that came to be.

Even the devil holding Peranza aloft, who knows she is in truth rescued for some brief stay of torment, who sees her thoughts and knows she believes her own words, gives not even a moment's thought to the possibility that anything she is saying might be truth.  It's not that he assigns probability zero, it's that he hasn't been told to think about it, and absent any such thought it's an obvious stupidity to deny Asmodeus's victory.

Not a single petitioner in reach of her voice believes her.

Even less, the saner things in cages, and a devil or two that they pass along the way.  Those look at her with contempt, what would be pity if they had any trace of pity in them.

They all have the same thought, seeing a Lawful Good soul like that in Hell, crying out what she cries:  They are witnessing the procession of a Maledicted paladin.  Those are sometimes permitted to cry out their last defiant battle cries to Iomedae on their way to be broken, if the dead paladin is too stupid or deluded to realize why it only hurts the listening souls more, how it emphasizes to the victims the patheticness of defiance and the falseness of hope.

Some of the more perceptive things see that her soul is owned, not Maledicted; but there is no curiosity in them about how that came to be.

Even the devil holding Peranza aloft, who sees her thoughts and knows she believes her own words, gives not even a moment's thought to the possibility that anything she is saying might be truth.  It's not that he assigns probability zero, it's that he hasn't been told to think about it, and absent any such thought it's an obvious stupidity to deny Asmodeus's victory.