Pity demon
A disgusting, maniacal laughter erupted from his mouth as the demon's hands gently caressed the surface of the object in front of him - it was an egg, towering as tall as Azaroth himself. A dragon's egg.
"At last... I will bring the dragon race back with my own hands and become their ruler. Then, neither my mother nor Mirethasil will be able to compare to me!"
Long, uneven cracks spread across the surface of the egg, from which occasional golden light emanated, accompanied by a pressure that felt like a strong grip around your throat, leaving only a single breath in your lungs.
"Gha-a..." Azaroth croaked painfully, clutching his throat, but his facial expression remained unchanged: it still expressed ecstasy and great joy, malice and mockery. With a loud, almost deafening cry, Azaroth shouted, "I will be the great ruler! I am the one worthy of Satan's legacy! And no one else is better suited for this role than me, the heir of ancient demons!"