"I humbly request on behalf of Kane, our Enlightened Messiah and Great Prophet, an alliance between you and the Brotherhood of Nod."
Florence tilted her head at the diplomat of 'Nod'. What a strange name for a cult! Is it comprised entirely of yes-men?
On any normal day, she would've hooked up with any cultists, if only to slaughter some heroes. Now, she's having too much fun by herself to care about any sort of alliance with a bunch of numbskulls. On the other hand, she could use some more spare parts for her frankenanimals.
With a horizontal slice of her bonesaw, Florence separated the poor chap's head from his shoulders. Stitching his hands to his head, she reanimated both parts and ordered the shambling corpse to send this message back to his master:
"I don't bloody know who or what this Kane is. No doubt that he's a foul, atrociously ugly fanny-faced, drooling, snot-headed, hairy tongued, warty cunt who thinks he's Jesus-come-again. If you want to worship a true goddess, a more useful person, come to me, all of you, and swear fealty to me. Don't try anything, for I am the Supremely Capable, Really Intelligent boffiN, and I will brook no attacks against my person. Now make haste and grovel at your queen's luscious feet!"
Continue fighting. If the Brotherhood of Nod and the Farmers Defense Initiative comes knocking, well... make like an alien invasion and exterminate them all! No extraterrestrial crystals required! MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Also, punish Erik by removing his head from his thick neck and adding his corpse to the towering monstrosity under her command. Punish Harold by ordering the monstrosity to devour him. Lastly, scream in rage at the audacity of that Grail upon realizing that he stole the milk and that she cannot get it back, before enhancing herself with dark energies and taking her frustration out on everyone nearby!.
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