*I must have screwed up and phrased it incredibly poorly. That was not my intention- The Slink does not follow Cato*
*Ack, sorry - I thought he did. I was wrong.*
Carrion narrows his eyes "then do you want to help us find him?"
'As long as I'm not bound to you something, then yeah. I know more about him than Leo does, that's for sure'
Carrion nods and tilts his head "don't worry, I don't want anything from other than this."
'Ok, good. The thing is, if Cato is around, he won't look like Leo's description. His previous host would have died, and he'd have gotten a new form. Could be anyone'
"Wonderful. Do you know what it could look like? If there is a specific gender, sex, race, etc?"
'He's usually a guy, there's only ever been a few Caties over the years. He could go for anyone- if he's feeling ambitious, he'll try to find a do-gooder and break them. Other times, he'll find someone insecure and bitter, and go from there. They have to be malleable, though, and usually slightly disturbed anyway. The only way to pass his tests and become the next one is by being the guy who's the most desperate and ruthless'
*I must have screwed up and phrased it incredibly poorly. That was not my intention- The Slink does not follow Cato*
*Ack, sorry - I thought he did. I was wrong.*
Carrion narrows his eyes "then do you want to help us find him?"
'As long as I'm not bound to you something, then yeah. I know more about him than Leo does, that's for sure'
Carrion nods and tilts his head "don't worry, I don't want anything from other than this."
'Ok, good. The thing is, if Cato is around, he won't look like Leo's description. His previous host would have died, and he'd have gotten a new form. Could be anyone'
"Wonderful. Do you know what it could look like? If there is a specific gender, sex, race, etc?"
'He's usually a guy, there's only ever been a few Caties over the years. He could go for anyone- if he's feeling ambitious, he'll try to find a do-gooder and break them. Other times, he'll find someone insecure and bitter, and go from there. They have to be malleable, though, and usually slightly disturbed anyway. The only way to pass his tests and become the next one is by being the guy who's the most desperate and ruthless'
"Interesting. Does he have a smell?"
'To mortals, no. Probably smells great, the guy is a hygiene freak. Goes back to when he chased me through a sewer and got mocked after by the townsfolk for being covered in [GP]. But to Nightmares and psychics, he smells of blood'
*I must have screwed up and phrased it incredibly poorly. That was not my intention- The Slink does not follow Cato*
*Ack, sorry - I thought he did. I was wrong.*
Carrion narrows his eyes "then do you want to help us find him?"
'As long as I'm not bound to you something, then yeah. I know more about him than Leo does, that's for sure'
Carrion nods and tilts his head "don't worry, I don't want anything from other than this."
'Ok, good. The thing is, if Cato is around, he won't look like Leo's description. His previous host would have died, and he'd have gotten a new form. Could be anyone'
"Wonderful. Do you know what it could look like? If there is a specific gender, sex, race, etc?"
'He's usually a guy, there's only ever been a few Caties over the years. He could go for anyone- if he's feeling ambitious, he'll try to find a do-gooder and break them. Other times, he'll find someone insecure and bitter, and go from there. They have to be malleable, though, and usually slightly disturbed anyway. The only way to pass his tests and become the next one is by being the guy who's the most desperate and ruthless'
"Interesting. Does he have a smell?"
'To mortals, no. Probably smells great, the guy is a hygiene freak. Goes back to when he chased me through a sewer and got mocked after by the townsfolk for being covered in [GP]. But to Nightmares and psychics, he smells of blood'
*I must have screwed up and phrased it incredibly poorly. That was not my intention- The Slink does not follow Cato*
*Ack, sorry - I thought he did. I was wrong.*
Carrion narrows his eyes "then do you want to help us find him?"
'As long as I'm not bound to you something, then yeah. I know more about him than Leo does, that's for sure'
Carrion nods and tilts his head "don't worry, I don't want anything from other than this."
'Ok, good. The thing is, if Cato is around, he won't look like Leo's description. His previous host would have died, and he'd have gotten a new form. Could be anyone'
"Wonderful. Do you know what it could look like? If there is a specific gender, sex, race, etc?"
'He's usually a guy, there's only ever been a few Caties over the years. He could go for anyone- if he's feeling ambitious, he'll try to find a do-gooder and break them. Other times, he'll find someone insecure and bitter, and go from there. They have to be malleable, though, and usually slightly disturbed anyway. The only way to pass his tests and become the next one is by being the guy who's the most desperate and ruthless'
"Interesting. Does he have a smell?"
'To mortals, no. Probably smells great, the guy is a hygiene freak. Goes back to when he chased me through a sewer and got mocked after by the townsfolk for being covered in [GP]. But to Nightmares and psychics, he smells of blood'
Carrion's eyes narrowed "The Mayor.."
'The Mayor. That's... bad. Not entirely out of character, Cato always wants to get into positions of power. We need to be on our guard for his next moves'
The Slink seems to be going shopping. He's near the checkouts, with a basket of very random items
A strange dungeon has been sighted underneath the town. Spotted by a group of urban explorers, it contains an array of strange artefacts arranged into what appears to be something between a ritual and a Rube Goldberg machine. Amongst the mechanical mess is a mirror, an Othello set, a bunch of Bibles with wires sticking out of them, salt trails, mirrors, and at the heart, a chair with some kind of dish plugged into it
The Slink seems to be going shopping. He's near the checkouts, with a basket of very random items
A strange dungeon has been sighted underneath the town. Spotted by a group of urban explorers, it contains an array of strange artefacts arranged into what appears to be something between a ritual and a Rube Goldberg machine. Amongst the mechanical mess is a mirror, an Othello set, a bunch of Bibles with wires sticking out of them, salt trails, mirrors, and at the heart, a chair with some kind of dish plugged into it
Atticus wanders over. "Hey, Slink! Haven't seen you out and about in a while."
A shadow passes over the walls, the shadow of a tall man in a costume. The wires spark violently. "He took the apple sweet, but he's never called the sinner... The blame lies all in Eve, and by birth you've always been her... He preys on your suffering, and you pray he'll be delivered... He took the apple sweet, and he's left me cold and bitter..."
The Slink seems to be going shopping. He's near the checkouts, with a basket of very random items
A strange dungeon has been sighted underneath the town. Spotted by a group of urban explorers, it contains an array of strange artefacts arranged into what appears to be something between a ritual and a Rube Goldberg machine. Amongst the mechanical mess is a mirror, an Othello set, a bunch of Bibles with wires sticking out of them, salt trails, mirrors, and at the heart, a chair with some kind of dish plugged into it
Atticus wanders over. "Hey, Slink! Haven't seen you out and about in a while."
A shadow passes over the walls, the shadow of a tall man in a costume. The wires spark violently. "He took the apple sweet, but he's never called the sinner... The blame lies all in Eve, and by birth you've always been her... He preys on your suffering, and you pray he'll be delivered... He took the apple sweet, and he's left me cold and bitter..."
'I have to gather supplies. Supplies I can't just find lying about. It's time to build the Redemption Engine'
'Who's there?' The Slink brandishes his crucifix. 'Get away from me, demon!'
Atticus wanders over. "Hey, Slink! Haven't seen you out and about in a while."
A shadow passes over the walls, the shadow of a tall man in a costume. The wires spark violently. "He took the apple sweet, but he's never called the sinner... The blame lies all in Eve, and by birth you've always been her... He preys on your suffering, and you pray he'll be delivered... He took the apple sweet, and he's left me cold and bitter..."
'I have to gather supplies. Supplies I can't just find lying about. It's time to build the Redemption Engine'
'Who's there?' The Slink brandishes his crucifix. 'Get away from me, demon!'
"Redemption Engine, eh? Don't think you've told me about that. Tell you what..." He places down a hundred-dollar bill. "Penny for your thoughts."
The crucifix begins to heat up. "Little angel... you are hardly in a position to be saying prayers... I've welcomed you so far, but you will not deny me presence in my own home."
Atticus wanders over. "Hey, Slink! Haven't seen you out and about in a while."
A shadow passes over the walls, the shadow of a tall man in a costume. The wires spark violently. "He took the apple sweet, but he's never called the sinner... The blame lies all in Eve, and by birth you've always been her... He preys on your suffering, and you pray he'll be delivered... He took the apple sweet, and he's left me cold and bitter..."
'I have to gather supplies. Supplies I can't just find lying about. It's time to build the Redemption Engine'
'Who's there?' The Slink brandishes his crucifix. 'Get away from me, demon!'
"Redemption Engine, eh? Don't think you've told me about that. Tell you what..." He places down a hundred-dollar bill. "Penny for your thoughts."
The crucifix begins to heat up. "Little angel... you are hardly in a position to be saying prayers... I've welcomed you so far, but you will not deny me presence in my own home."
'Imagine if you could make dark energy into light energy? It could be powerful'
"Redemption Engine, eh? Don't think you've told me about that. Tell you what..." He places down a hundred-dollar bill. "Penny for your thoughts."
The crucifix begins to heat up. "Little angel... you are hardly in a position to be saying prayers... I've welcomed you so far, but you will not deny me presence in my own home."
'Imagine if you could make dark energy into light energy? It could be powerful'
'Who are you?'
His eye widens. "Oh, my. Yes, it would be. The conversion rate would probably be terrible, but that could change the world."
"Excellent question. I'm something with interests that align with yours."The already dim lights flicker. "My family owns this Hellmouth, or more accurately, what it leads to. The quality of souls has been... inadequate for our needs. Beings of my status have no reason to bother with corrupting the innocent, or even taking lesser heathens. I want something truly awful, or nothing at all. I can't stand hearing these... petty sinners whine."
"Redemption Engine, eh? Don't think you've told me about that. Tell you what..." He places down a hundred-dollar bill. "Penny for your thoughts."
The crucifix begins to heat up. "Little angel... you are hardly in a position to be saying prayers... I've welcomed you so far, but you will not deny me presence in my own home."
'Imagine if you could make dark energy into light energy? It could be powerful'
'Who are you?'
His eye widens. "Oh, my. Yes, it would be. The conversion rate would probably be terrible, but that could change the world."
"Excellent question. I'm something with interests that align with yours."The already dim lights flicker. "My family owns this Hellmouth, or more accurately, what it leads to. The quality of souls has been... inadequate for our needs. Beings of my status have no reason to bother with corrupting the innocent, or even taking lesser heathens. I want something truly awful, or nothing at all. I can't stand hearing these... petty sinners whine."
'And there is such a good supply. Always dripping downwards'
His eye widens. "Oh, my. Yes, it would be. The conversion rate would probably be terrible, but that could change the world."
"Excellent question. I'm something with interests that align with yours."The already dim lights flicker. "My family owns this Hellmouth, or more accurately, what it leads to. The quality of souls has been... inadequate for our needs. Beings of my status have no reason to bother with corrupting the innocent, or even taking lesser heathens. I want something truly awful, or nothing at all. I can't stand hearing these... petty sinners whine."
'And there is such a good supply. Always dripping downwards'
'You want a monster?'
"You might even attract the interests of Hell. Though it remains to be seen whether it will be positive or negative attention..." He strokes his goatee. "A lot of them would happily accept transformation, but some of them, particularly the older ones, would probably take offense to reducing the amount of power they get."
Dark Energy begins to drip from the ceiling. "Yes. And that disgusting little man has been snatching them up. Usually, humans act as a natural filter that sends monsters my way, but Cato... He's been protecting them. Symbiotic with serial killers, terrorists, and worse. I assure you, we are not talking about good people in bad circumstances. At first, we were delighted to see so much Dark Energy waiting to be collected... then it never came." A pair of red eyes open on the shadow, embers scorching the ground. "So I want to use your machine to spite him. Or, even better, fix him. He can get through to his parade of freaks. The only thing worse than starvation is someone else stealing my food."
His eye widens. "Oh, my. Yes, it would be. The conversion rate would probably be terrible, but that could change the world."
"Excellent question. I'm something with interests that align with yours."The already dim lights flicker. "My family owns this Hellmouth, or more accurately, what it leads to. The quality of souls has been... inadequate for our needs. Beings of my status have no reason to bother with corrupting the innocent, or even taking lesser heathens. I want something truly awful, or nothing at all. I can't stand hearing these... petty sinners whine."
'And there is such a good supply. Always dripping downwards'
'You want a monster?'
"You might even attract the interests of Hell. Though it remains to be seen whether it will be positive or negative attention..." He strokes his goatee. "A lot of them would happily accept transformation, but some of them, particularly the older ones, would probably take offense to reducing the amount of power they get."
Dark Energy begins to drip from the ceiling. "Yes. And that disgusting little man has been snatching them up. Usually, humans act as a natural filter that sends monsters my way, but Cato... He's been protecting them. Symbiotic with serial killers, terrorists, and worse. I assure you, we are not talking about good people in bad circumstances. At first, we were delighted to see so much Dark Energy waiting to be collected... then it never came." A pair of red eyes open on the shadow, embers scorching the ground. "So I want to use your machine to spite him. Or, even better, fix him. He can get through to his parade of freaks. The only thing worse than starvation is someone else stealing my food."
'I'm no friend of the powers of Hell. If they don't like me, that's a sign I'm doing a good job'
"You might even attract the interests of Hell. Though it remains to be seen whether it will be positive or negative attention..." He strokes his goatee. "A lot of them would happily accept transformation, but some of them, particularly the older ones, would probably take offense to reducing the amount of power they get."
Dark Energy begins to drip from the ceiling. "Yes. And that disgusting little man has been snatching them up. Usually, humans act as a natural filter that sends monsters my way, but Cato... He's been protecting them. Symbiotic with serial killers, terrorists, and worse. I assure you, we are not talking about good people in bad circumstances. At first, we were delighted to see so much Dark Energy waiting to be collected... then it never came." A pair of red eyes open on the shadow, embers scorching the ground. "So I want to use your machine to spite him. Or, even better, fix him. He can get through to his parade of freaks. The only thing worse than starvation is someone else stealing my food."
'I'm no friend of the powers of Hell. If they don't like me, that's a sign I'm doing a good job'
'So, what do you want me to do? Kill him?'
"That's a fair stance, honestly. Well, if you need anything, I'll be around." He puts down another hundred and walks off.
The demon chuckles. "No, of course not. That will come in time. I'd hate to sully your hands. Just make the machine work, and use it to... redeem Cato. Yes, that's the term. I can't help you much, unfortunately. All your Bibles and crosses would burst into flames if I walked through. The one you wielded against me was protected by your faith, but a symbol with no one to believe in it is nothing but a target. Hmmm... Cato's a bit of a symbol himself..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"Interesting. Does he have a smell?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He closes the Bible. "I guess it's been going around since the dawn of time, huh?" He sits on the edge of a pipe. "I like your suit."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Many thanks, it is me." He pulls at the flesh suit and grins.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'To mortals, no. Probably smells great, the guy is a hygiene freak. Goes back to when he chased me through a sewer and got mocked after by the townsfolk for being covered in [GP]. But to Nightmares and psychics, he smells of blood'
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"You seem really cool. Why would you come here of all places?" He checks his fingernails to make sure they're clean.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Carrion's eyes narrowed "The Mayor.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"My beloved, Atticus, is being hunted by the God of Light. The [GP] has decided to go after the only thing I love the most in this world."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'The Mayor. That's... bad. Not entirely out of character, Cato always wants to get into positions of power. We need to be on our guard for his next moves'
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"Sounds pretty stupid for someone carrying the big G title. There are at least two gods in town, after all, and neither has a reason to hold back."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Slink is lurking in a drain near the cat cafe
The Mayor is in the library, watching a paranormalist meeting
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The Slink seems to be going shopping. He's near the checkouts, with a basket of very random items
A strange dungeon has been sighted underneath the town. Spotted by a group of urban explorers, it contains an array of strange artefacts arranged into what appears to be something between a ritual and a Rube Goldberg machine. Amongst the mechanical mess is a mirror, an Othello set, a bunch of Bibles with wires sticking out of them, salt trails, mirrors, and at the heart, a chair with some kind of dish plugged into it
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Atticus wanders over. "Hey, Slink! Haven't seen you out and about in a while."
A shadow passes over the walls, the shadow of a tall man in a costume. The wires spark violently. "He took the apple sweet, but he's never called the sinner... The blame lies all in Eve, and by birth you've always been her... He preys on your suffering, and you pray he'll be delivered... He took the apple sweet, and he's left me cold and bitter..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'I have to gather supplies. Supplies I can't just find lying about. It's time to build the Redemption Engine'
'Who's there?' The Slink brandishes his crucifix. 'Get away from me, demon!'
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"Redemption Engine, eh? Don't think you've told me about that. Tell you what..." He places down a hundred-dollar bill. "Penny for your thoughts."
The crucifix begins to heat up. "Little angel... you are hardly in a position to be saying prayers... I've welcomed you so far, but you will not deny me presence in my own home."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Imagine if you could make dark energy into light energy? It could be powerful'
'Who are you?'
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His eye widens. "Oh, my. Yes, it would be. The conversion rate would probably be terrible, but that could change the world."
"Excellent question. I'm something with interests that align with yours." The already dim lights flicker. "My family owns this Hellmouth, or more accurately, what it leads to. The quality of souls has been... inadequate for our needs. Beings of my status have no reason to bother with corrupting the innocent, or even taking lesser heathens. I want something truly awful, or nothing at all. I can't stand hearing these... petty sinners whine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'And there is such a good supply. Always dripping downwards'
'You want a monster?'
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"You might even attract the interests of Hell. Though it remains to be seen whether it will be positive or negative attention..." He strokes his goatee. "A lot of them would happily accept transformation, but some of them, particularly the older ones, would probably take offense to reducing the amount of power they get."
Dark Energy begins to drip from the ceiling. "Yes. And that disgusting little man has been snatching them up. Usually, humans act as a natural filter that sends monsters my way, but Cato... He's been protecting them. Symbiotic with serial killers, terrorists, and worse. I assure you, we are not talking about good people in bad circumstances. At first, we were delighted to see so much Dark Energy waiting to be collected... then it never came." A pair of red eyes open on the shadow, embers scorching the ground. "So I want to use your machine to spite him. Or, even better, fix him. He can get through to his parade of freaks. The only thing worse than starvation is someone else stealing my food."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'I'm no friend of the powers of Hell. If they don't like me, that's a sign I'm doing a good job'
'So, what do you want me to do? Kill him?'
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"That's a fair stance, honestly. Well, if you need anything, I'll be around." He puts down another hundred and walks off.
The demon chuckles. "No, of course not. That will come in time. I'd hate to sully your hands. Just make the machine work, and use it to... redeem Cato. Yes, that's the term. I can't help you much, unfortunately. All your Bibles and crosses would burst into flames if I walked through. The one you wielded against me was protected by your faith, but a symbol with no one to believe in it is nothing but a target. Hmmm... Cato's a bit of a symbol himself..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels