In the Pandemonium Plane, Cyric, who held the Divine Office of Intrigue, watched the members of Tyr's Church as they performed their ritual. A wild grin spread across his face.
The sudden appearance of the evil artifact, and everything that had happened, had all been his doing.
Only he, with the Divine Office of Illusion, could conjure an Illusion Realm where reality and fantasy could not be distinguished.
Sealed inside that White Cylinder was a copy of the Book of Lies that he had modified.
Drawing on his experience creating the original Book of Lies, Cyric had used this copy's greater capacity to hold evil Divine Power to pour in even more lies and Illusion Divine Power, strengthening its power to corrupt.
Even a deity with Greater Divine Power could easily become lost in its contents once they opened it.
The power of the Lie Divine Office and the Illusion Divine Office would cause this newly modified Book of Lies to produce the very things deities most longed to see.
"Ha ha ha! Soon, Tyr, you'll no longer be the God of Justice. You'll be an evil, fallen god!"
His raucous laughter flushed Cyric's pale face. He had yearned to see the moment this deity, who had once sealed him away, fell into corruption.
At length, Cyric stopped laughing.
"But I still have to keep up the act. I need to show signs of madness. Otherwise, how will those evil deities plotting against me ever feel safe?"
As the holder of the Divine Office of Intrigue, Cyric knew all too well that until a plan came to fruition, any scheme was terribly fragile.
One unexpected turn, or a single exposed link in the chain, and the whole plot would unravel.
Boom!!!
Powerful, evil might surged from Cyric's body, and the