"Ahh... don't speak in such a way, darling..." Asmodious' voice croaked as if it had to fight its way out of his throat.
The sounds of clicking heels slowly approached from behind his throne, so he calmly turned his dull red eyes towards where the sounds were coming from.
"Ah... there you are," he said with a nasty yet loving grin spread across his face as his eyes softly lit up with pure happiness.
Asmodious stood from his throne, his full stature reaching an intimidating seven feet in front of Tazmirel's five. A tattered lavender cape hung loosely from his shoulders as a rusted crown of silver thorns sat commandingly on his pale head. Asmodious took it upon himself to garb himself with such clothing to pay respect to those that died toiling under his command to construct his castle. As he aged, the nicer he became and the more he looked back on his actions with disgust.
"I don't have much time left... you know this, thank you for showing yourself this time... Do you know how our kids are doing?" his eyes softened as he spoke to Tazmirel, who had taken it upon herself to lean against the side of his throne.
"Hehe~ I knew you'd ask about that if I showed myself... Well, our youngest is actually..."