"NOOOOOOOOOO!!" Azmorath could feel his blood connection to his daughter vanish, telling him that she had been killed.
"You sick bastard!"
"So now you act humane? What happened to the fierce, stoic, power-hungry demon I was facing before? Gonna cry because your daughter died?" Zion mocked.
Azmorath took a deep breath, not falling for childish provocations. Then, he pointed a finger at him. "I'm going to kill you." He promised.
"Pfft." Zion couldn't help but laugh.
"Is something funny?!"
"I just laughed, so obviously something fucking is," Zion replied with a blank expression.
"You're nothing but a child, a being who hasn't even lived for a century! I've lived for millions of years! I was there when your kind first walked the earth, when your kind used to worship not only the gods, but the demons and angels alike! And I was there when it all came crumbling down. Do you seriously think that a being as lowly as yourself can defeat me?"
