(Eldritch horror-god reader idea.)
(Not proofread.)
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You were one born from a human sacrifice. Your parent, if you could call them that, wanted someone to share their knowledge with, and who else than a being made of their own twisted body?
With two human sacrifices, the bones from dead animals, the blood of a bird and the essence of the unknown, the god made you. Your body always shifted and contorted under the cloak you were gifted, tendrils curled close to the body as you stalked the cultists that helped your parent give you life.
This life eventually bored you. You, with your unlimited knowledge, knew that there was more in the outside world: cities, jobs, dubious foods filled with chemicals, cheesy love novels… it made you want to explore it all.
Your curiosity for humanity made you migrate to the closest city in order to understand everyday human stuff (walking, talking, making connections, eating, etc.), and fit in without being found out.
You thought you were doing fine, until your next door neighbors, an attractive middle aged couple, took notice of your strange behavior. It was mostly the smell of rot emitting from your apartment. You needed human sacrifices once in a while to survive, and you tend to forget to clean up for yourself. Taking note of your mistake, you get rid of the mess and hope that the couple next door don’t go in with a complain.
They didn’t, thankfully. But instead of shrugging their shoulders and going about their business, they get even more curious. Both were very observant, it annoyed you at first, but after a while you got used to their suspicious glances (you once thought of using them as sacrifices, but decided against it as punishment for your own recklessness). It didn’t scare you, you could take over the city willy-nilly or eat them, but then it wouldn’t suit the ‘morality’ most decent humans had.
You just to lay low, and clean after yourself. Piece of cake, methinks.
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(I had an itch.)
