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Baphomet stood at the dark corner of the chamber, staring fixedly into the wall, watching the bacterial and microscopic civilization swarming all over the part of the wall he had chosen for them to thrive on. He contemplated unleashing this infestation upon the human world. Maybe then Choska would finally pay attention to him.

He then clasped his hands together and suppressed an innate shudder, wiping the microorganisms from existence with the mere abandonment of this thought. No, he had to control himself. Still, he couldn't accept that Choska was gone, even after he had ensured the humans hadn't wiped or touched any aspect of Choska's fragmented being.

Those creatures were utter pests!