The Azanídeo's mind is a sewage of corruption and filth, but among countless depravities and diseased thougths, the goddess manages to find the facts she's looking for.
Unlike the scout captured earlier, this warlord doesn't seem to have been born in some dirty cave. No, his first memories are of the inside of a well-kept building. Of clear magedom design. Tsukiyo glimpses the royal mark now and then, strongly suggesting it was (or still is) a government location. First alone, no mother or siblings, kept behind bars by masked humanoids in white robes. Then more of its kind were added to the cage. They were tested. How hard they were to kill, how good they were at killing. Puzzles and traps where failure meant starving and success meant food. They all died. The better ones were brought back to life. The warlord died less times. Thrived. Asserted its dominance over the other azanídeos. Tried to escape many times, but the beings in the white cloacks always managed to catch them.
Then after many time, they were first drugged and then released along a cache of weapons, armor and other gear in the middle of a desert, near a cave opening. The warlord led the others into the underground, meeting goblins and orcs and kobolds, and used the gear and skills they had acquired to defeat them all, carving a tainted kingdom of their own. Some of its brethern became exalted, but still followed it, some tried to challenge it, they died in messy ways. Meanwhile the warlord would glimpse the white-clad humanoids. From corners in the caverns, in its dreams, watching from above, still observing its progress. Not always clad in white robes anymore, often disguised with robes as the local shamans. Taking some of the other azanídeo, both dead and alive, in particular the exalted ones. Sometimes thes one gone missing were returned. Alive even if they had been dead. The warlord didn't know why and didn't care as long as they didn't get directly on his way. Spreading the taint that made them stronger, corrupting the human village to ge more servants. Then when its army had become big enough, it would raise above ground once again and cover the earth until the warlord found them again, and personally devour them.
If those other strange humanoids with bizzarre powers hadn't appeared out of nowhere. They had killed or scattered its exalted. Without its leadership the remaining Azanídeos would crumble under the pressure of the other underground races in the area. Just some more moon cycles and the warlord's army would've reached critical mass to fully conquer this area... Unless the white-clad humanoids were still watching over him. Yes, that was it, they would bring him back to life again even if he was killed as they had done several times on the past. The warlord would have its revenge. Those stupid humanoids that had just defeated him would never see it coming!
Two uses spent, warlord still managed to make the first save.