Nagash chill gaze looked over the top of the Battlments of his Obsidion tower.
Things looked difficult, Azreal had mobilised a large proportion of the Muslims, and had an overwhelming superiority in numbers, as well as many powerfull allies nearby. The last year had not been kind to Nagash either, he had trapped himself in a trance, silly summoning rituals, make tiny errors and you found yourself wandering around in Hell.
Still he had found his way back, true he had killed himself again, but it had worked.
He loathed dealing with deamons, but for some reason God detested the raising of Dead bodies into eternal servitude insulting. God was blind, he simply could not understand the potential he had, for that matter, Satan was equally limited in his desires.
He realised he was flitting from place to place, If he was to succeed, he would need to concentrate. To Focus. He would work on these summoning rituals, and in the meantime he would select a warlock to oversea the tuition of the new recruits. Malkav was capable, but Ambitious, another failing of the living, they simply could not follow His Will. He would break Malkav, make him understand the superior and put him to work.
He pondered the religious divides he had heard reported on Azreal's Armies, but decided to leave them for the moment, it was undoubtadly having Azreal's full attention, meaning that he was forgetting other important events.
EDIT: I decided NOT to roll over and leave
