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Calcus tells me you know." Max replied, Neil could see that there was a giant black and orange centipede in his hands.
"W-what do i know, Max?" Neil replied, in a curious but frightened voice.
"You know." Max turned to face Neil, his face being covered through hair previously. A black substance was flowing from his mouth, a substance the same color as his eyes. Looks like Sam was right, and it was so much more frightening to see in person.
"Um,, yes, i am aware.. but its nothing to worry about, its ok, i don't see you any differently." Neil tried to calm Maximillian down, keeping a hand on his shoulder.
"No, no, all you humans are the same." Max stands up, placing the centipede on the floor, and proceeding to grow taller than Neil. Neil lets go of his shoulder as Max contorts, abdomen growing, black arms shooting out from it. "No humans could ever accept us, we're just a disease, a disgrace to you. But no, we are so much more, we are the true gods. You humans are nothing but drain flies, just mild nuisances." He says, as Neil backs up more, unsure what he should be doing.

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