The words were carefully used with the slave trader in the City of Brass. He wanted her to be young, healthy, and newly arrived. The blond haired slave was expensive, but worth it. She wanted freedom, it was clear in her eyes, and that made all the difference. She wasnt yet resigned like some who spent many years in service. Her soul would be a shining, screaming offering, and that suited Yskandar's plans perfectly. A fine meal at the Bird of Paradise, then a room, where a Dominate and an Invisibility spell were cast on the slave. Then back to Sigil, and into the portal to Maladomini.
Tisiphone guarded them with her typical Erynies ferocity and battle prowess, and soon a corner where the dark forces of the Hells were stronger was found. The arcane circle was drawn with the specially enchanted dagger which had served him for the first time so many years ago, the borders made more evident by the bone dust he had prepared before. After it was completed, it sparkled with magic, attracting hungry devils and demons that were swiftly dispatched by Tisiphone's bow.
The slave girl was lead to the center, undressed, tied then released from the Domination and given spells to make her as healthy and resistant as possible. Then it began. For each part of the ritual Yskandar would insert the dagger under her skin, twist it, then use the blood to cover each of the 9 Soul Prisms he was offering to appease the 9 Lords. His ritual was for one of them specifically, but he couldnt risk the others' displeasure any more than he was. She managed to scream in pain and horror during all of it, and it was good. As the ninth prism was consecrated the slave's breath started to falter visibly, and Yskandar knew he didnt have much time left.
Sweat running down his blood-covered face, he moved over the girl to deliver the final incantations, those that would bind her soul in sacrifice and he started to carve into her chest while she still lived, the slave giving her last breath as his hand found her heart, removing it from the chest cavity, laying it on the unhallowed grounds, a Greater Soul Prism on top.
"This I offer to you, Ustyhrin-ja, mistress of all Erynies in the Iron Tower, to plead for your favor and your Master's! 3 times 3 more souls will be given in payment for the Erynies Tisiphone, who was bound to my service as we both killed the one responsible for summoning her out of your service in Dis 20 years ago! The contract remains, and I, Yskandar Ghalib, now plead for your attention in a new one! 3 times 3 more souls will be given if my offer is accepted!"
Exhausted, he fell into a corner after nearly two hours of ritual, Tisiphone gladly close and ready to kill anything that approached her spent master. As soon as he could, he cast a cleaning cantrip to look presentable if his plead had been heard, or if he had to return to Sigil to try again if it hadnt.
"Arrival"
"It begins"
"And it ends"
