The Asmodian's hand holds many things: sword, shield, polearm. But far more important is why.

It is because there are some things we hold much more tightly than weapons: our convictions, our faith, our loyalty to our people.

The Elyos do the same, no doubt, but the wrongness of the values they clutch so dearly dooms their efforts before they even start.

Player: "Wise words."

Their arrogance also keeps them from realizing just how weak they are. So they continue to strut and preen.

Veille, minion of Kaisinel, is one of the worst. As the chosen arm of a Seraphim Lord, her fervor runs very deep, and very deadly.

Even now, as Asmodae marches on her stronghold, she believes she is unstoppable, that she alone will turn back the tide.

Player: "She is a fool."

Indeed. However, her just fate will not come without the participation of Daevas like you.

Every time Veille dares show her face on the battlefield, you must stop her from spreading her diseased ideals even further.

Each time you do that, you will receive a favor. With enough favors, you may give them to me for a powerful reward. Are you interested?

Player: Accept.

I knew you would accept. Your name has reached even my ears, after all. You are destined to do great things for Asmodae.

Go! Even now, Veille's foul presence is being felt. She must not be allowed to harm even one fellow Daeva.

In the name of fate! For Asmodae!

Player: "For the Shedim Lords!"

I've been expecting you, Player. I understand you are undertaking great deeds on Lord Marchutan's behalf.

I urge you to continue to do so. Nevertheless, I hope you remembered your promise to me.

If you have fought evil without fear, show me the proof.

Player: "I have. Here is the proof."

Hrm. It seems you have underestimated the scope of the task. Such misjudgment could mean your premature end, if you're not careful.

The Elyos must be left nothing to hold onto. It will take a good deal more effort on your part.

I know you are not a coward. Do not prove me wrong. Eliminate Veille whenever she dares to appear.

Player: "She will fall by my hand!"

Ah, excellent. Lord Marchutan will hear your name from my own lips, singing your praises for your service.

You have held tightly to the truths in your heart, wielding it in battle as strongly as your [%mainslotitem].

For that, you deserve an appropriate reward. Take this, and wear it in Lord Marchutan's name.