บท 166: The Weaver's Baby Boy!

The Weaver's son.

Though Caligula's various cryptic statements already hinted at this reveal, the declaration still took the crowd off-guard. The Weaver had a son? Here in the Spiritual World?

Why? What was the point? Just to fuck with us?

"Hohoho, kidding, just kidding…" Caligula chortled while trading blows with the Archfiend. But now, no one believed him. "Strange, when I called myself a god, you were skeptical. But now I say that I am the Weaver's son, and you buy it outright.

I could be lying, you know? I don't lie…but I could be…you don't know…and I love that part the most. Torturing the mortal mind is such a…rewarding and underrated pass time.

All immortals should try," Caligula's tone softened as he rambled, the Winds of Destiny wrapping up the Goetic Archfiend in Denial—that same divine power that Nabu had relied on early.