He had planned on retiring after this job, which they technically succeeded in.  Save for bringing darkness over the lands, forever.  However the temptation of all the gold they could possibly fathom weighed heavily, and the choice was easy to make thereafter.  Dalious agreed to the king's terms, and the two factions would be allies at least until the job was finished.

They were to spend their time in the elven kingdom, living amongst the elves, until their research found the other hellmouths.  It was something Armuille said could take anywhere from weeks, to decades, if even ever at all.  Regardless, the elven king would rather pay them anyway until it was done.  The sun had to come back.

"We'll be trapped in this damn kingdom for eternity!" Blackheart complained.  The crew were all in the elven arcane study halls.  The walls were massive and shined in gold, and the place was filled with books and scrolls as far as the eye could see.  "They don't even have a proper whorehouse here!"

"You are welcome to leave at any time, mate," Dalious told him, of which Blackheart just shrugged and sat down.  "If the other six hellmouths can be found, this must be the place for it.  Everyone, I know reading is not our best attribute, save for Armuille here, but get to reading lads!"

"You may not need to find the other six," came a voice from around a bookshelf.  Ardenelle, the dark elf, came around and half smiled to the group.  She lay a book down in front of Armuille, who instantly began reading its contents.  "You need but to find only one, which you already have.  Re-open it, and enter it.  The hellmouths are all connected on the other side, so they will be easily seen.  Close them from within."

"...yes, I see here," Armuille agreed.  "She is right, that is the quickest way.  Though, we would need Sybil with us to re-open the portal."

"Everendall said no," Fanon reminded them.  "We must not break our peace with the elves."

"Or, you need a demon to open the portal," Ardenelle chimed in.  "Like a vampire, but that might be easier said than done, I know."

Suddenly a loud, elven horn blew throughout the kingdom for all to hear.  

"The elven warriors return home from battle," Ardenelle informed the rest.  "The wounded to heal, the others to regroup and set another plan."

"Are they winning the war with the Imperials?" asked Ronen.

"The battle was won, the war remains to be seen," she responded.  "The next move is on King Hilden, of the Imperial Legion.  They press us, while we defend.  I fear the war will rage on for many years to come."

"And in total darkness, no less," Bernen Wildcat added.  "Less we save the sun."

Dalious went out to see the elves returning home.  He stood with Sybil atop an overlooking peak, the sea on one side of them and the kingdom behind.

"We found a way to reach all of the hellmouths quickly," Dalious told her.  "We must enter one, close the rest from within, then exit back again before we are trapped forever.  So basically, we're all going to hell.  Hell is where I normally draw the line.  If we are to do this, I not only want gold when I return...I want land and a castle.  For all of my men.  Tell your king this, would you?"

"And one more thing, you have to come with us.  Or, at least, we have to figure a way to use your gifts.  Maybe Armuille could study you?  Without you, the sun never returns.  The vampires roam freely, as do everything else.  You have to talk your king into letting you go, or making him come along.  Otherwise this world dies in darkness."