Cor-de-lia... I like the sound of that.

Show me how to program her, Sevarius. I want her at my side as soon as possible.

Naming is a human custom, I only named the first set of clones to mock the insipid stupidity of the names Goliath's clan chose for themselves.

I've had a change of heart. I wish to keep her around, to educate her properly.

*Demona walks passed him and heads into the building, nearly bolting for Sevarius's lab*

Did you destroy her?!

She will never join me. Perhaps when the humans behead Goliath.... no, not even then.

*Snarls and somewhere in her growl the word "Maza" can be made out*

I have no daughter.

*Demona growls, Angela looks back for a moment and walks away. Demona snarls and soars away*

No.

Why can't you see the foolishness of your cause? Has it done Goliath any good?

You need me too, Angela. And how could I fulfill your own needs locked in the Labyrinth?

I need you on my side, Angela.

Nothing matters to me more than you.

To talk, Angela.

I could not let the way things ended last night be allowed to... fester.

I have all the warriors I need, I do not need one in the distorted image of my daughter.

*Storms out*

I want it burned by the time I return!

*Demona heads up to the roof of the Nightstone building, looks north-west towards the Eyrie and takes off*

If I wanted Angela cloned, I would have released a robotic mosquito years ago, human. I do not want it programmed... I want it burned!

*Demona enters and stops midstep*

By the dragon!!!

*Before her, in a growth tube floating nude wearing only an oxygen mask is a clone of Angela, but with coloring resembling Thailog's*

You dare to defile my daughter with an abomination such as this?!

*She nods*

See to it.

Now, show me what else Thailog ordered you to work on.

He was a fool to protect himself with only twelve of each. I shall not make that same mistake.

As I'm sure I will enjoy seeing the results.

*She heads back into the elevator and returns to her office.*

I did.

Come with me.

*She leads him into an elevator and they descend to a subterranean level, the doors open revealing an immense laboratory and samples of advanced New Olympian technology*

This laboratory is yours, and I can assure you that your compensation will be generous.