"Project Lawful still needs me around!  Won't be able to even start to recover from the next major Project disaster without me!"

"Also, while my awareness isn't mechanically necessary to Pilar's curse, or to Pilar growing stronger and tearing more and more of Cayden Cailean's power away from Him, my advice to her can speed up the process a lot."

"It's an obvious thought that you're going to end up the new Chaotic Good god after He dies, but I'm looking at you quite closely and I don't see any way for the curse to operate so.  You're not the seed of anything, you receive no part of any stolen divinity; at best you'd be able to scurry off as a demigod.  Any comments on that, Snack Service?"

"I wouldn't sell you Cayden Cailean's death and just have some new Chaotic Good god pop up to replace Him!  That'd be cheating!  Really, Asmodeans are always so suspicious!"

"Lawful Good or Neutral Good, then."

"Nope!"

"He's eaten by one of the existing Good gods to increase their power."

"He's not into that sort of relationship!  Not even with the really hot dommy goddesses!  Also nope."

Okay so it's an obvious thought that Cayden Cailean is supposed to die because Pilar is in fact supposed to finish consuming Him entirely but this does not seem like it could possibly be right...

Why isn't Dispater asking that?

Because Mister Dispater is courteous about deals, and He's not going to ask that question if it isn't information He needs to execute this deal!

Also He knows that since He doesn't need the information I wouldn't answer.

Am I, in fact, destined to consume Cayden Cailean.

You'll find out eventually!  Meanwhile, you should try putting a probability on that!  It'd be good training for ilani thinking!

After about the sixth purchase of the soul of a Project Lawful girl from a Count of Hell delighted to be getting one over on her by selling at the last list price, or else suspicious that they're being cheated, or both at once, Carissa can feel herself flagging. 

It's been a long ....day? Probably just the one day. She's not actually sure how long she spent in Dispater's presence, going over the contract. Her Unseen Servants last almost nine hours at this point, and they ran out at some point. The Most High hasn't recast Planar Adaptation, which means it hasn't been more than twenty hours, unless time is obeying Dispater, here, which it probably does do.

But it's been long enough that she's run through all her adrenaline and is persisting on sheer determination, and inconveniently she still cannot afford to make a mistake. 

When she's a devil she won't need to sleep and won't get tired it'll be amazing.

It's probably also the company.  This Count of Hell looks like a chiseled naked male form composed entirely of out of writhing white maggots, each maggot so tiny that seeing him/it from across the room, you might only notice a moving white statue of a man of an odd texture.

Not that the appearance would be that disturbing on its own, of course; but it/he is also scary.

Restoration.

They don't particularly have the option of calling a rest.

When Pilar's parasite has completed its negotiation with Dispater, she is escorted out by some black-winged many-clawed servants, to the meeting hall where soul-sales are ongoing. The sights to see along the way are marvelous; Dispater's palace is the most civilized place in Hell. Agonized souls do get used for the building material, but tastefully; petrified angels do gaze desperately down on the passersby, but they're very pretty ones and no one has recently dumped acid on them or smeared them with entrails or anything.

The air is tastefully scented of lavender. There's a waterfall of blood. 

It doesn't really bother her.

It doesn't really bother her, she's seen Hell scryed to her before.

It doesn't really bother her, she's seen Hell scryed to her before; maybe she wasn't there in person, but she was shown more tormented things than this.

It doesn't really bother her even when she sees the elegant dancers with the desperate eyes, but she does feel curious, then.

"Are they being punished?  Shaped?" she asks one of her black-winged guides.

" - those? They're decorations."

"Curious about what they did to turn into decorations or how long they stay decorations - that one, say."  Pilar points out the dancer nearest to herself.

"Oh - striking facial features, interesting poses, expressive eyes, long limbs - just because longer limbs translate better to most poses - angels are popular even if they're kind of ugly angels - musculature, that sort of consideration. These were a gift from the Duke Kyzzarafhar, when this wing of the palace was built nine thousand years ago, Lord Dispater doesn't change up the displays much."

Makes sense.  Probably the dancers don't remember either, at this point, how they failed Asmodeus so badly.

Maybe she's just tired.  It's been something of a day.  That could be why she's feeling - vulnerable, like this, in a way she didn't feel when she was trying to defend her beliefs to azatas in Elysium.

(It's the +6 Wisdom headband if anybody's wondering.)

The repurchase of the Project Lawful girls is going much faster than the negotiations with Dispater did, in terms of objective time.  His subordinates have been ordered to sell, and most of them have just sold, with some angry resentment that they're not profiting more, but not wanting to waste their own time on foregone conclusions.  The time just seems longer, because the lesser nobility of Hell are so much more tiring to deal with.

Last among the sellers of Project Lawful girls to Sevar: Asmodia's most recent owner of record, who bought her cheaply compared to the other nobility of Hell commanded here to exit this market.  It is but a Seigneur of Hell, taking the form of a sheep-headed humanoid devoid of genitalia and with empty bleeding eyesockets.  It bought Asmodia speculating that the price of Project Lawful girls would soon recover; and it seems to think that Carissa Sevar looks tired enough to eventually pay over a price closer to that of the other Project Lawful girls, if it goes on arguing for why its investment was clever and risky and deserves more than mere repayment.  There was an attempt made to resurrect her by a non-Evil caster, and a less alert owner might have let that go through when its possession had already been kidnapped away to the Gardens of Erecura!  Asmodia's soul is only safely where it is due to its own cleverness!

It is true that it would have been very bad for Asmodeus's interests if the idiot holding Asmodia's soul had permitted a resurrection by a non-Evil caster. This Seigneur is richly rewarded by continuing to exist. 

Being a mortal favored of Dispater does not give her the dominance to talk to a Seigneur of Hell like that.

Observably it seems to.