"Good afternoon," the betentacled demon said, tipping his hat with a few of the facial tentacles without missing a beat. His voice had a vague slur to it, punctuated occasionally by the smacking of tentacles together for emphasis as he talked. "I'm here to answer questions you might have so that Clem can afford the kittens he owes me... so let's have some."
"Well, from a quality standpoint, Siamese," Mr. Tentacles explained. "The fur is much finer, and the animal in general is more valuable. Tabbies are simply a basic rate of currency... sort of how you would compare a one-dollar-bill to a twenty."
Gil raised his hand. "Aleph, sir? Are there others like you? What do, the, uh, all of you want? If you did get the world back, what then? Would humanity be enslaved as a sort of payback?"
Gil was, frankly, fascinated. "The Santa hat is a nice touch and very festive. Is this an effort to make yourself a little more ..presentable?"
Aleph shrugged. "Of course there's others like me. After all, my species might be that old, but I'm certainly not. At any rate, what we want is, simply put, as variable as what many other demonic species want. Some of my kind would think the enslavement of humanity a fitting retribution, while others want the outright destruction of humanity, and not a few just want to torment and molest humanity at their leisure and aren't particularly interested in the grand scheme of things as long as it doesn't inconvenience them too significantly. And then there's a few who think the world would be so much more convenient if their great-ancestors were around to make everything so much clearer and to eat anything that disagrees
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Now that she'd explained that she wasn't making fun of how the demon looked, Cassie hoped that her questions would be... treated fairly. Because truthfully, the girl was brimming with questions.
"Oooh! Is Cthulu real? I mean, I know 'The Call of Cthulu' is a fictional tale written by HP Lovecraft, but is the actual creature of legend real or fictional? And if he is or was real, are races like yourself in any way decendants of his?"
Cassie blushed, hoping she wasn't being offensive again.
"Honestly, that's a rather sore subject," Aleph said, snapping his tentacles. "I don't think there's really an Elder God named Cthulhu, if only because nobody would take an elder god seriously who ended up in mass market publication... though I suppose if there was one, there would be no better way to creep into society than to make his name so ubiquitous that nobody who worships him is taken as a threat. I wouldn't be terribly surprised if Lovecraft's ... stories weren't based upon relatives of mine, and the dark beings they serve, but the names are likely different."
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Gil was, frankly, fascinated. "The Santa hat is a nice touch and very festive. Is this an effort to make yourself a little more ..presentable?"
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"Oooh! Is Cthulu real? I mean, I know 'The Call of Cthulu' is a fictional tale written by HP Lovecraft, but is the actual creature of legend real or fictional? And if he is or was real, are races like yourself in any way decendants of his?"
Cassie blushed, hoping she wasn't being offensive again.
"And this time I swear I'm only being curious."
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