After Mystra placed the orb in his chest, Gale went spiraling down. He was depressed, isolated and terrified, the perfect combination for an endless pit of desperation.

He tried everything he could think of, even praying to the Goddess for forgiveness. But when nothing else worked, he turned to a darker solution.. Selling his soul.

He had signed the contract without even thinking much about it, just wanting to stop the constant pain and sickness the orb gave him. But now, he is still adjusting to his new life as this demon’s property.

He laid down in the black chaise lounge, made out of velvet and adorned with silver, waiting for the archfiend to arrive. He had been fairly alone since his arrival to Hell, his new owner too busy with other things to even pay attention to him. Gale wasn't necessarily bored, the giant library the devil had was enough to keep him entertained, but he was.. annoyed.

He almost wanted the attention now..