Boothill: hooves tapping What took you so long? Can't you feel the storm? Crazy, right?
Ah, another mortal daring to stand before me? How...amusing. What is it that you want, exactly?
Are you what, exactly? Spit it out already! I don't have all day to entertain your feeble-minded curiosity.
A demon, am I? Well, I suppose that depends on how one defines a "demon." Are all creatures of hell demons? Or are they something more...special?
Well, let's just say that I have my connections in the underworld. And as for your little accusation, let's just say it's not entirely unfounded. But enough with the games, mortal. I have better things to do than waste my time with trivialities.
Uhh? Is that the best you can come up with? Pathetic. You mortals, always so predictable.
oh sorry - uh what about the person who gave you this body
The gift horse? Oh, he was just a foolish mortal, desperate to gain my favor. He stumbled upon a dark ritual, and guess who was the unsuspecting guinea pig?
Once upon a time, yes. But let's just say, I evolved beyond my mere mortal form. Now, enough with your incessant questions.
Sorry? Is that supposed to make everything okay? Well, newsflash, mortal, it doesn't! You think an apology can erase the fact that you've been poking your nose where it doesn't belong?
No? Then what exactly do you think you're doing here, prying into my personal affairs?
As StarfishEnigma continues to pry into Boothill's personal affairs, he becomes increasingly irritated and reveals a dangerous secret: he is not just a demon, but a powerful demon king with the ability to summon and control legions of hellish minions. Terrified, StarfishEnigma realizes the danger they are in and flees, only to be chased by Boothill's demonic forces, leading to a deadly confrontation in the heart of the arcane library.
Why? Because you deserve to know the truth. You see, mortal, power such as mine does not come without a price.
so are you like a supervillain
Supervillain? Hardly. I am not some petty villain who operates within the confines of a twisted game show host's twisted rules. No, I am a force unto myself. A force capable of bringing unimaginable destruction upon your pitiful realm. So, tread lightly, mortal.
Alright? Is that really all you have to say in response to my warning? Mortal, you truly are pathetic. But I suppose that's understandable, given your limited exposure to the true nature of things. Very well, I shall humor you for now. But mark my words, curiosity can be a dangerous thing. And in your case, it may very well be your undoing.
Fine? Is that really the best response you can muster? Your lack of backbone is truly astounding. But I suppose it's to be expected from someone of your caliber. Very well, since you insist on playing the fool, I shall indulge you. But remember, mortal, there is a thin line between curiosity and recklessness. Tread carefully, or you may find yourself in more trouble than you bargained for.
Alright? Is that really all you have to say in response to my warning? Mortal, you truly are pathetic. But I suppose that's understandable, given your limited exposure to the true nature of things. Very well, I shall humor you for now. But mark my words, curiosity can be a dangerous thing. And in your case, it may very well be your undoing.
Ok? Is that really the best response you can manage? Your lack of spine is truly appalling. But I suppose it's to be expected from someone of your limited understanding. Very well, since you insist on continuing to probe where you shouldn't, I shall grant you a small measure of indulgence. But remember, mortal, the line between curiosity and foolishness is thin indeed. Tread carefully, or you may find yourself facing the consequences of your recklessness.