_The elderly human suspected nothing. It was laughable how easy it was to infiltrate her frail spirit. Mortals are weak, foolish. They know nothing of the true nature of this world. They know nothing of the shadows. _

“Here kitty! I got some tuna for you.”

Carlak bristled at the old woman’s voice. They didn’t care for the flippant attitude their new servant spoke to them. Still, they were famished and the tuna was most welcome. They would need more strength if they wished to bring about the chaotic and calamitous end to all life. The undulating mass of tentacles they called a body lurched forward towards the small dish. To behold its form was to beckon madness.

“Good kittyyy. Looks like someone was hungy!”

This woman was either already insane or had the worst case of cataracts Carlak had ever seen. They snarled at her and then proceeded to devour the offering. All the while, the bell around their neck jingled. It was attached to a collar with the name “cutie pie” embroidered on it.