So what had happened was, someone loosed an Olethrodaemon onto the material plane... So with a ragtag bunch of others my demon worshiping sorcerer went to hunt the thing down. Everyone else in the party is shaking after the first round with this thing, and we enter the stages of grief.
Denial: Or blind optimism that they can actually beat this thing. This one didn't last long after hp bars started dropping and two of the main damage dealers full attacked the air.
Anger: Also known as Self-Righteous Fury, at the daemon, the dm, and the dice.
Bargaining: Despite all that we were actually making headway on the thing. But after it somehow wished itself to full health? Moral compasses took a nose dive. Combat actually stopped for two rounds as these good and lawful pcs discussed building a temple to the Olethrodaemon, and offering up the souls of other evil people they happened to slay on their adventures for a pass.
Now this is where the stages end, because I'd had enough. For a while now my sorcerer had been collecting souls and shaping up to become a BBEG herself one day. So seeing these holy people face-heel turn for a daemon really ground the gears.
==Warning Extreme Cheese Ahead==
So when one of the clerics decides shes actually going to stick to her beliefs and die fighting if necessary, combat resumes with the dm allowing negotiation to continue between turns. Flash forward to my initiative where this thing is still basically at full hp. I teleport into the daemons mouth and throw pebble of dust of dryness holding 100 gallons of holy water down is throat.
This thing dissolves from the inside out and as the rest of the party sits there with their jaws hanging my sorcerer begin a tirade on how hypocritical they all are how hey should be offering up souls to her out of fear and despair.
