Demon deacon/dialogue

Dialogues

 * Conversation 1
 * Lesser demon deacon: Why do we stop, tiny human? It is detracting from my flesh-rending activities.
 * Player: Why is it always flesh rending with you? Is there really nothing else you do?
 * Lesser demon deacon: I once dreamed of a more glamorous life.
 * Player: Oh... Really?
 * Lesser demon deacon: Yes. That of an equine dentist.
 * Player: ...
 * Lesser demon deacon: Father disapproved, of course. I come from a long line of flesh renders, and he insisted I took up the family trade.
 * Lesser demon deacon: I defied my father and ran. But then I came here - to this cruel, corporeal realm, whose noble equine inhabitants are no more.
 * Lesser demon deacon: With nary a root canal to perforate, all that remained...was to rend. *sigh*
 * Player: I had to ask, didn't I?


 * Conversation 2
 * Lesser demon deacon: Come, tiny human. Let us bathe this miserable land in the blood of our enemies!
 * Lesser demon deacon: Rivers shall run red! The trees shall drink of it and grow red themselves! Then they shall all get swept away by the red rivers which shall burst their banks!
 * Player: I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that?
 * Lesser demon deacon: Worry not, tiny human. You shall grow accustomed to the red trees eventually.
 * Player: I was less concerned by the shaky botanical digression and more by the blood bath.
 * Lesser demon deacon: If my vision of the future does trouble you so, tiny human, you need not be around to bear witness.