SON OF SLAUGHTER

" Do you think talking to me like that while being so small is a good idea?"

'And what does he look like?'

This time was... different. Frankly, given these limiting cuffs could still be utilized, she didn't find herself to be much of the butt of a joke. How much lower could she truly get, really? Humiliation wasn't something that could get her down at this point. But he had a point. Kill two birds with one stone, and be done with having her fate run by someone else. And if it were possible, truly possible... What if she could subsume The Rabbit? Absorb her and do away with the nekomata who seemed intent on keeping her chained down? Wouldn't THAT be a feat?

"I dunno. Somethin' somethin' their type lives among humans t' fuck around wit' 'em anyway. Par fo' th' course, I guess." Yokai were strange, and she was past trying to understand them at this point anyway.

There is one thing that bothers her, though.

"... Why do ya 'deign' to gimmie all this info anyway?" Margaret squinted. "Are ya jus' lookin' for a show? Or is there a catch?"

" Yes, I desire to be entertained. Perhaps the daemons who have tampered with your fate will learn of me. Perhaps they will take exception at my involvement, should you choose to buck them as tormentors. Perhaps, even, they will make the foolish mistake of deciding I am an enemy of theirs."

Because at the end of the day, Khazaan was a daemon of battle. A Chaos Daemon of blood. Foes was no bane to him, only a gift. Only a boon.