Vanifar sat hunched over his ale, brooding. He wasn't pleased with his report from his page. Soth and Kitiara uth Matar wasn't a good mix, like a recipe with an ingredient that shouldn't be there. So, the two most evil figures next to the Dark Queen herself were going to attempt to rule Krynn. He wouldn't stand for it. Not while he was alive. He beckoned to the servant to bring him another ale, which he downed with one gulp. He had a spark of an idea ignite the wheels of his dark thoughts. If he could get one as damned as Soth, the death knight would be nothing more than a bug waiting to be squashed. Some one like Raistlin Majere....

Raistlin Majere floated effortlessly across the blood red sky of the Abyss. He did not waste his time living or non-living. He had decided to torture the Takhisis with a terrifying thought that was very possible and most likely to happen. What if Chaos could return? The Father of All and Nothing would be furious with her. For she always had always poisoned his mind with dark thoughts. He saw his queen sitting on her throne saying nothing. She read his mind, she knew, there was nothing she could do to him. It was the truth....

Vanifar stood in a ring of Clerics of Takhisis. He would summon
the great Archmage as a damnation, so he could be as powerful as the
death knight. Tresoth/Bul-astath. The mage appeared before him without
a sound.

"I believe you know what I have brought you here for" said Vanifar
without even looking up from his palm. Raistlin only nodded. He was a
man of very few words and would not want to displease Vanifar the
Great. Raistlin turned into black smoke and shot across the sky
towards the haunted fortress where Kit and Soth were. Ah, a family
reunion, how cute. The sun set for what could be the last time for
Soth.