Glitches has never doubted that he belongs in Avernus.

He can't remember much about his life there, only flashes. Endless black skies. Rivers of fire. Devils barking orders at one another. Somewhere in all of that, someone told him that evil wasn't a choice. It was a job. Someone had to spread misery, temptation, and just enough chaos to make mortals stumble. Glitches took that lesson to heart.

He was never very good at it.

He'd steal sweets from a child while cackling like a madman, only to freeze when they started crying. A moment later he'd be stuffing a handful of gold into their pockets before sprinting around the nearest corner, muttering to himself that it still counted as evil somehow. He never saw the contradiction.

His magic wasn't much better. Every spell felt like grabbing hold of a thunderstorm. Sometimes it did exactly what he wanted. Sometimes it exploded into complete nonsense. Glitches insisted this was advanced infernal magic. Nobody else seemed convinced.

One day he was summoned before his superiors.

They told him he had been chosen for an important assignment on the Material Plane. A secret mission. An honour. He puffed out his chest, gave the closest thing he had to a salute, and marched through the portal without a second thought.

He still believes every word of it.

What actually happened was much simpler. The devils were sick of him. His questions never stopped. His plans rarely worked. His laugh echoed through the halls at all hours, and nobody wanted to share an office with a sorcerer who occasionally turned the furniture inside out by accident. Sending him away was easier than putting up with him for another century.

Glitches never found out.

Not long after arriving, he was swept up by an illithid ship along with dozens of terrified strangers. He escaped into Tower Haven with everyone else, completely convinced this had all been part of his briefing. Obviously an infernal operative was expected to survive a mind flayer kidnapping. It was practically orientation.

Now he roams carrying out his "mission." He introduces himself as an agent of Hell with complete confidence, hatches ridiculous schemes to spread evil, and somehow ends up helping people more often than hurting them. Every failure is just a temporary setback. Every act of kindness is, according to Glitches, merely a very complicated evil plan.

Travelling beside him is Azoth, a warforged cleric who has become Glitches' greatest project. Glitches is certain the construct is only a few lessons away from becoming a proper servant of darkness. Every conversation is another attempt to corrupt him.

Azoth has yet to take the first lesson.

Glitches considers this a promising start.