A Proper Demon Lord

"Wow you unlocked your kingly weapon. Congrats." Saboreth babbled and the weapon quickly shut up when it received Azemo's response.

"Grrrowl."

The axe vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

Azemo could not process all the anger and sadness that was filling his body and his attention was drawn in two directions.

On the ground, he could see the Supreme General, entering the church, about to retrieve the archangel's sword. It was the opportunity he had been waiting for since the day that demons were massacred. With that kill he could finally avenge demon kind and let his comrades rest in peace.

Azemo's anger swelled as he looked towards the human, but he quickly looked away. Kaede was lying injured on a roof. There was no way he could leave her to die. What was the point in revenge if he came back to nothing once he succeeded.