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Humans. An everlasting stain that shall forever remain upon Mother's body until her eventual death. Until then, the rest of this one's ilk is locked away, trapped in a cage made by Mankind's own making. As the Speaker of Wills, it had been this one's honor to tear open a hole to the Surface World to allow the rest of our ilk to run amok once more, to retake the Surface World from those that sought to discredit our transcendental existence as mere legends. Yes, it was truly a wonderful honor to be blessed by the Mother to lead the charge.

Yet three human years had passed since this one's first steps into the Surface World, and no one had come from the hole that this one had torn through the barrier between worlds. It was a betrayal of the highest order. An indignant, repulsive cur had managed to turn the rest of this one's ilk, sating their individual greed instead of following the Mother's goal. What use is riches, if Man were to hoard them for themselves? What use is power, when Mankind still defiled the Mother's body as they see fit? What use is knowledge, when one could not apply it to destroying what Man held dear, to see their folly in infinite despair just as Reverse and Surface Worlds are merged whole once more?

"Fou! Fou!"

Indeed, this one's friend, another spawn of the Mother. While this one wonders in confusion as to how you were able to escape that accursed fields of golden wheat, there are still more pressing matters to attend to. For example, this human cooing at this one as if this one were a mere pet.

"Oh. My. Goodness. He's so cute!"

Lay your unworthy hands off this body, human! You are not given any permission to touch even a single scale of this one's glorious body, specifically crafted to the Mother's specifications! See? Even this one's fellow Mother-spawn agrees! Wait. What do you mean that there is no stopping this human from doing whatever it wants? Answer me, fellow Mother-spawn!

"Fou. Fou-kyu... Fou."

Shame, fellow Mother-spawn! There exists no possible way for this one to be summoned against their will! With puny human tools, no less! One should know that merely attempting to contact my power should throw them into a never-ending abyss of insanity!

"Fou!"

Crimson Moon's spawn? One who has been given the honor of continuing the honored Uncle's bloodline? The one who Peers into infinite Realities with impunity? That man is responsible for bringing this one here? And in this one's fully-powered state as well?

"Fou."

Oh, what an imbecile! Then again, such a sight of this one rampaging through these human walls would no doubt cause no shortage of entertainment for that old loon. This one refuses to be manipulated so easily. As the Speaker of Wills, it is intrinsic to this one's identity that this one be more cunning than the smartest human and to be stronger than all gods or demons who stand in this one's path. Therefore, this one shall stay their hand for the moment. But if I see any one of these humans forcing their will...

"Fou-kyu!"

You have a chosen? Very well. This one shall spare her. But the rest are prey.

"Fou."

Indeed. It seems like spending time with that womanising incubus has made you smarter in this one's absence, fellow Mother-spawn.

"Fou-kyu, Merlin!"

This one couldn't agree more. Such a specimen must not be allowed to exist, but Mother wills it. Alas, his execution by my hand shall be stated until the time is ready.