Maturity

Elizabeth towered above Zëäl by nearly two shoulders.

"She is a wonderful mommy." Zëäl gave a foolish jealous look.

The guys were startled that the demon lord, who had nearly destroyed everything, had this sensitive side to him. But they didn't dare to say anything.

Zëäl dismissed their concerns. "Now, on to the important point. I granted pity to your vile group. Did I not?" Zëäl inquired as if he didn't know.

The Old Men could only nod in shame.

"And now, your full loyalty and a transition from evil to good are what I want," Zëäl added.

He turned to face his mother, who agreed with a slight grin.

"As you should have realized, or perhaps you did not. I merely utilized a speck of my abilities to overpower you all. So, if I had desired, I could have destroyed your group. Zëäl felt the urge to boast about his great might.

'But I want to develop a symbiotic connection with you people, but only as your ruler,' he added with a righteous childlike expression.