The moment Old Black burst out of its cage, it resolved never to go back. It certainly wasn't going to let Murphy scare it back in again with a damn lighter, like last time.
Even for an old god who had already been "patched out," that had been a rather humiliating exit.
So it had carefully arranged all this, selling itself to Chaos in an attempt to carve out a Chaos-occupied zone in the material world. Only then might it escape the pursuit of the petty Murphy.
As for making peace?
No, no, no. That option would never appear among the Dark Lord's contingency plans!
Not only because, as one of the powerful old gods, it had its own dignity. More importantly, given what the Dark Lord knew of Murphy, after what it had done on the battlefield at Blackflame Pass, Murphy probably wouldn't offer it the option of peaceful coexistence.
If they couldn't be friends from the start, why stoop so low as to go crawling back and lick his boots?
Besides, even if it couldn't become Murphy's archenemy, it could still throw a wrench into the so-called great endeavor of the Creator's Chosen. That would show Chaos its value and let it latch onto another powerful patron outside of Order.
Unfortunately, this "job interview" seemed to have failed.
Worse, Old Black was regretting things now. Perhaps when it had met Murphy in Transia, and he had offered to spare its life if it stopped causing destruction, it should have considered that option more rationally.
Alas, in this one-time strategy game, Old Black—the unskilled player—had failed to seize its last chance to get the happy ending.
And now, it probably couldn't even find Murphy and ask, "Can we make peace?" The "Divine Descent: Heavy-Armed Golden Peach" standing before it,