<Okay, so...lying to our lord's mother is now firmly out the window and buried in a ditch about six feet deep...>
=And buried in concrete, yes.=
<But we still got to come up with something in order to pull the wool over the eyes of our lord's cousins...>
=Who we can't get input from because his soul and formula are trying to reorganize a sentient embodiment of sin into something...new.=
<Meaning we have to come up with something to convince these youngsters into thinking that we're something else other than an archive of forbidden, powerful knowledge. Luckily we have a collective five millenia worth of experience.>
=Correction, we have experience in either killing intruders or driving them into the brink of madness. This entirely new territory for us as a whole.=
<Not exactly...and I have a plan anyways.>
=Oh?=