"Enough. I'm not interested in resorting to such deplorable means," Altair said, his voice hard as stone.
"But your Shadow Demons might be," Tasha countered, her voice dripping with a mix of disdain and curiosity. "Even if you altered their state of being, it doesn't change the fact they were once Infernal Creatures. Pretty or Ugly, a hole is a hole, isn't that right, my dear Black Knight?"
The words of Tasha ran true. Altair knew all too well. It was why he didn't particularly mind releasing a shadow demon, even if it did slightly weaken his forces. He valued shadows that were not driven by desires like lust. Even bounded by the hands of death, he struggled to reign in their natural desire, choosing to send a few shadow demons that craved violence to worlds he could not afford to outright pull his forces out from. At least there on the battlefield, he didn't have to defend tragedies his Shadow Demons would create.
