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The devil grimaced at his colleague, whom he regretted recruiting all those eons ago. The abominable horror grinned, failing to conceal his gloating teeth at his "boss". "See, Goat Man? I've been very busy:" The worm beast snapped his fingers, conjuring the recently damned souls under his control. "These fodder barely scratch the surface of my recent haul! In fact, I think I've broken my record, *again*!" The creature chuckled wickedly, blissfully indifferent to the horrified screams of his prey.
*Showoff* The Enemy growled in his mind.

"Of course," the creature continued, "I will check in with Stickler and adhere to his expertise. Such a hard working servant!" He turned and snapped his unholy claws, the souls disappearing back into his dark body. The beast began to depart. The devil rolled his eyes. At last he could be left alone. Indeed, the devil disliked Stickler for his obnoxious bureaucracy, but he wasn't like this one... this demon had potential to be a threat. Inside the devil knew that his servant was flaunting his success, rubbing salt into the devil's wounded pride.

"Oh how rude of me!" the demon said suddenly. "I haven't asked how YOU'RE doing!" The devil scoffed. "Never been better. Now, if you don't mind, I have business-"
"Really? Well that's good. Because..." the fiend grinned. "I had been hearing... embarrassing rumors of you as of late. Like losing your carnival and game show. And, being outsmarted and humiliated by two- no, three children?"
The devil's eyes narrowed angrily. "Just go and deposit those souls; you smell like those filthy mortals!"
Despite the fallen angel's anger, the tall worm-like figure curtsied unfazed. "Right away, m'lord." With that, the horror slithered away towards hell's depths. "See you later, 'Mrs. Meow Meow'!"

That snapped the last inch of the devil's patience. Slamming his pitchfork, he disappeared in a tower of flames and reappeared in front of his worker, his weapon aimed threateningly towards the creature. "Watch your tongue, Nyarlathotep! You forget who you're dealing with!"
The Crawling Chaos scratched his secondary lip on his neck, gaping wide open to make room for his primary, worm-like head. "Is that so? Forgive me for being so blunt, but I think it is *you*, master, who has forgotten who he was." Nyarlathotep shrugged. "Such a shame. You were the greatest among us, once."
"Nothing has changed. You owe everything to me! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here!"
Nyarlathotep's demeanor changed. The emerald eyes that on his chest, fixated on the devil, narrowed in coldly. With a swift swipe of his elongated head, the Black Pharaoh's scythe struck the ground violently, missing the the devil by his right side. Satan didn't budge, even as Nyarlathotep creeped his face closer to him. His teeth barred in wrath, completely devoid of his previous teasing demeanor.
"No, I wouldn't." the worm hissed. "I'd still be in Paradise if it weren't for you."

"Duh, boss? I got you more donuts just like you wanted- doh!" Henchman wasn't expecting his master's greater servants to be here. "Oh, duh... g-good afternoon, Mr. Nyarlola-, Mr. Kniflar, M-Mr. Nylalalar-"
Nyarlathotep pulled his scythe from the floor, instantly 'forgetting' his beef with the devil. "Ah, good day to you, Henchman. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a to make a deposit." With that, the chaotic being departed, not before playfully ruffling the fur on Henchman's head as he walked out.
"Ugh, I hate that guy." the devil scoffed. "He thinks he's *sooo* great! 'Oh, look at me! I am a great big Cosmic Horror! I drive mortals insane by the very sight of me!' Huff! Showoff..."
Henchman shuffled nervously towards his master. "Duh, I get ya, boss. That guy gives me the creeps."

Last I checked, Nyarlathotep is public domain, so it should be ok. (^.^; ) I had almost given up on this one, but I finally got around to finishing it.

Description
The devil grimaced at his colleague, whom he regretted recruiting all those eons ago. The abominable horror grinned, failing to conceal his gloating teeth at his "boss". "See, Goat Man? I've been very busy:" The worm beast snapped his fingers, conjuring the recently damned souls under his control. "These fodder barely scratch the surface of my recent haul! In fact, I think I've broken my record, *again*!" The creature chuckled wickedly, blissfully indifferent to the horrified screams of his prey.
*Showoff* The Enemy growled in his mind.

"Of course," the creature continued, "I will check in with Stickler and adhere to his expertise. Such a hard working servant!" He turned and snapped his unholy claws, the souls disappearing back into his dark body. The beast began to depart. The devil rolled his eyes. At last he could be left alone. Indeed, the devil disliked Stickler for his obnoxious bureaucracy, but he wasn't like this one... this demon had potential to be a threat. Inside the devil knew that his servant was flaunting his success, rubbing salt into the devil's wounded pride.

"Oh how rude of me!" the demon said suddenly. "I haven't asked how YOU'RE doing!" The devil scoffed. "Never been better. Now, if you don't mind, I have business-"
"Really? Well that's good. Because..." the fiend grinned. "I had been hearing... embarrassing rumors of you as of late. Like losing your carnival and game show. And, being outsmarted and humiliated by two- no, three children?"
The devil's eyes narrowed angrily. "Just go and deposit those souls; you smell like those filthy mortals!"
Despite the fallen angel's anger, the tall worm-like figure curtsied unfazed. "Right away, m'lord." With that, the horror slithered away towards hell's depths. "See you later, 'Mrs. Meow Meow'!"

That snapped the last inch of the devil's patience. Slamming his pitchfork, he disappeared in a tower of flames and reappeared in front of his worker, his weapon aimed threateningly towards the creature. "Watch your tongue, Nyarlathotep! You forget who you're dealing with!"
The Crawling Chaos scratched his secondary lip on his neck, gaping wide open to make room for his primary, worm-like head. "Is that so? Forgive me for being so blunt, but I think it is *you*, master, who has forgotten who he was." Nyarlathotep shrugged. "Such a shame. You were the greatest among us, once."
"Nothing has changed. You owe everything to me! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here!"
Nyarlathotep's demeanor changed. The emerald eyes that on his chest, fixated on the devil, narrowed in coldly. With a swift swipe of his elongated head, the Black Pharaoh's scythe struck the ground violently, missing the the devil by his right side. Satan didn't budge, even as Nyarlathotep creeped his face closer to him. His teeth barred in wrath, completely devoid of his previous teasing demeanor.
"No, I wouldn't." the worm hissed. "I'd still be in Paradise if it weren't for you."

"Duh, boss? I got you more donuts just like you wanted- doh!" Henchman wasn't expecting his master's greater servants to be here. "Oh, duh... g-good afternoon, Mr. Nyarlola-, Mr. Kniflar, M-Mr. Nylalalar-"
Nyarlathotep pulled his scythe from the floor, instantly 'forgetting' his beef with the devil. "Ah, good day to you, Henchman. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a to make a deposit." With that, the chaotic being departed, not before playfully ruffling the fur on Henchman's head as he walked out.
"Ugh, I hate that guy." the devil scoffed. "He thinks he's *sooo* great! 'Oh, look at me! I am a great big Cosmic Horror! I drive mortals insane by the very sight of me!' Huff! Showoff..."
Henchman shuffled nervously towards his master. "Duh, I get ya, boss. That guy gives me the creeps."

Last I checked, Nyarlathotep is public domain, so it should be ok. (^.^; ) I had almost given up on this one, but I finally got around to finishing it.