As Asmodeus fell, he cursed the gods, swearing to them that he would have his vengeance. He smiled, knowing of the power he would soon have, knowing that he would soon turn the tide of the battle between good and evil. He smiled as he hit the ground. He smiled as the stone tore through his flesh scar after scar after scar. He smiled as he stopped in the middle of a giant chasm of stone. "This is my domain", A chilled voice behind him said, "What are you doing here?". Asmodeus stopped smiling. He turned around to face a large figure in a black hooded cloak, a skeletal hand protruding from the sleeve clutching a glowing purple staff. Upon the purple staff, etched into it where runes from the old language. They read He who wields me wields the World. Asmodeus collected himself and said, "Recl