"Astara has a handful of worlds under her command already. She sought my guidance on at least two of them. I assure you they were realms that deserved it... that had at least two continents torn by neverending war and hunger."
She waved her hand.
"... It's the least she could to help me get one world of my own. It'd be foolish to trust her, but... if I cannot have your world I would just as quickly give it to her. The continual wars and mistreatment of innocent peasantry are inexcusable. You're going to help me fix things."
Eodor sat quietly for a moment. He knew she was being a fool to invoke the help of a devil to begin with. There was no way this could end up well. But he thought that perhaps he should play at Igna's scheme for a while. For a dark sorceress, she seemed a lot less cruel than he was led to believe. Was that Stockholm Syndrome kicking in, or was he really picking up tones of compassion?
Wait... he thought. If he sent Miggs across the World of Chaos to warn everyone of the impostor... and it lay across Astara's territory, succubi of transformation in lieu of sex...
He suddenly jumped up, in shock and guilt.
"MIGGS! What have I done?! Oh God... I hope he is safe..."