Azrael

[Scene: Twilight over smoking ruins. A heavy scent of burning hangs in the air. The Demon King, Azrael, stands atop a pile of charred logs, arms crossed over his chest. His loyal knight and best friend, Beelzebub, wipes the blade of his massive two-handed sword on the banner of a defeated enemy.]

Azrael: (turns his head sharply, his purple eyes narrowing) Do you hear that? That sound... It cuts through the ears more than the screams of a thousand souls in my dungeon. What is that annoying piping?

Beelzebub: (listens, knitting his thick brows) It is crying, my king. (He nods toward a half-collapsed hut, from whose cracks a dim light seeps). It sounds like an infant.

Azrael: (raises an eyebrow in surprise) An infant? Here? After what we've unleashed? (He takes a few heavy steps toward the hut). I haven't heard such heart-wrenching wailing even from paladins on the rack. This is... irritating.

Beelzebub: (follows behind, stepping heavily) Or hunger. Humans are fragile creatures. Without warmth and food, they fade quickly.

Azrael: (stops at the entrance, his gaze falling upon a bundle of dirty rags lying on the floor) Hm. He approaches and unceremoniously lifts the screaming bundle with one hand. It looks at me as if I am its new toy.

Beelzebub: (looks at the child with slight concern) My king... are you sure? You know nothing of raising human spawn. You don't even know what to feed them.

Azrael: (presses the infant against his black armor; the child, paying no heed to the demonic aura, continues to scream at the top of its lungs) Food? I command legions of demons and the Abyss itself! Surely I can handle one mortal lump of flesh? He turns around and heads back toward the exit. It shall live in my castle.

Beelzebub: (sighs heavily, realizing that his peaceful life has come to an end) Wonderful. That means I'll now have to find a wet nurse and a nanny among the demons. And pray to all the dark gods that it doesn't drive the entire castle mad with its screaming before it learns how to walk.