Ilsdahul's vicious red eyes swept the hall before he spoke lazily. "Ah! Are you the enemies I'm supposed to fight?
"When did the elves start throwing their weight around again?"
Old Habel looked up in disbelief.
He had expected Ilsdahul's first act upon emerging to be grabbing someone to eat. Trapped on the Seat of Sakorsil for so many years, the Demon Lord had been hungry all along.
Ilsdahul was simply too powerful. The Habel Family had captured this Demon Lord, whose strength rivaled a Greater Divine Power, only through a stroke of luck. They had meant to catch the Eye Tyrant Lord in the Realm of a Thousand Eyes.
The realm's name said plenty about how many Eye Tyrants inhabited that layer of the Abyss. These bizarre Demons might exile or even kill their own offspring for having different stripes. Too ugly, in their eyes.
Every Eye Tyrant thought its own markings were the most beautiful. Anyone who disagreed could fight it to the death!
That was why no powerful lord had ever united the Realm of a Thousand Eyes, though lesser lords rivaling Intermediate Divine Powers appeared one after another.
That level of strength was exactly what the Habel Family wanted.
They had targeted an Eye Tyrant for its ability to control others. If they kept their methods hidden, they had countless ways to make the Sword Coast belong to the Habel Family!
Just look at how the Zhentarim had succeeded.
Hadn't an Eye Tyrant sent Bane's senior priests into the Floating Mountain, where they were brainwashed into utterly obedient zealots?
And that had only been an ordinary Eye Tyrant that lost a power struggle and fled the Abyss!
If the Habel Family possessed an Eye Tyrant of Demon Lord caliber, they would be the uncrowned rulers of