Sequoia Coast A land of barbarians

"D-demons?" repeated Cthulhu, with her eyes wide and fearful. Her mother had spoken of all manner of monsters, but demons had never come into the equation. Try as she might, Cthulhu couldn't separate fiends and mutants in her mind, and so the question of whether she was a monster remained an unanswered one. Demons must be some sort of subclass of monster... a godly one, if Caiaphas was to be believed.

"How does this one convince those ones that this one is a godly demon?" she innocently asked, none the wiser to Caiaphas' cruel joke. It seemed a daunting task, asking other wolves to bow down to her and regard her as some sort of deity. Surely for Caiaphas to say it must be true, but Cthulhu couldn't imagine others giving her anything but contemptuous sneers if she spoke of it. It seemed too good to be true.

But then, Dygra had always said there was something greater and more terrible than even the mightiest monster, and that Cthulhu would never want to meet such a thing. Maybe that thing was Caiaphas... and Cthulhu would never want to meet her because it would reveal her own true nature.