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Another wracking cold chuckle reverberated around the dark dismal forest, the trees swaying in the dank coldness that now snuck into the area, creeping and edging to further chill ones soul, "I would never assume to scare you, if I would, I would hardly assume this respectful form? You as well as I know Bigsby this is not my true form, this is merely a comforting lie to the folk who believe they can demand selfish wishes of me. Assuming that I am some sort of Genie who grants wishes without strings, without dangers, it is amusing if somewhat tedious." he merely paused politely to continue, "In the end Bigsby you may know a great deal about me, but you must surely know Erebuz though imprisoned is far bigger threat. Whereas I am comfortable merely acting as a magician to a crowd, he will unmake reality and he has many a time. I could do similar, but how could I perform to anyone if I ended all existence. Thus you have a choice Bigsby, ignore your hatred of me and address bigger threat or allow existence to end and yourself to die a death you could have prevented. My shenanigans are in essence preventing a far bigger issue. You can address my actions after. Although you can never destroy me, I can only have my body destroyed but Erebuz can be destroyed, well not destroyed but have his prison strengthened, the choice is yours old man."

Each time Hastur spoke it was a dark whisper of utter terror ringing through the mind it radiated malice and cruelty and his breath deadened any flora around while slaughtering fauna without concern. It was easy to tell the King in Yellow was smirking, one key thing Hastur had was an ego, one that verged on him believing himself royalty. Or at least a parody of it, which cared little for its citizens.