Azmorath sat in the destruction of his estate with an angry expression on his face. Tons of his people were dead, allies, servants, and even close friends. He lost vital pieces of information, test subjects, and communication devices.
He wasn't just angry, he was furious. He was dead set on killing Lilith for what she had done. No amount of begging, pleading, or justification would stop him from killing her, and he would make sure everyone in the demon world knew of her death.
"Are you okay? That explosion looked pretty powerful." Karyndra asked.
Azmorath managed to save her communicator, which also allowed her to travel to he demon world with ease. She rubbed his back and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'm upset." He responded coldly.
"Hm, baby, I know you're more than just upset. Tell me, what do you plan on doing?"
