I nodded, trying to make sense of how a symbol of cosmic chaos from an unnamed dimension could be… a white pet cat with a little ribbon around his neck.
But when he meowed—soft, gentle, pleading for affection…
Oh no.
I gave in.
Even something named after a horror entity couldn't hide the fact that he was… unbearably cute.
My body tensed again. My breath caught. Chthulhu's paw—dear God, I can't believe I'm calling him that with affection—touched my hand.
Helena giggled. "Wanna pet him?" she asked, offering Chthulhu to me.
My hand rose slowly, trembling like it did when I first learned how to write transfiguration runes. My fingers touched his soft fur.
And then…
"Nyaa~."
Oh no.
My eyes sparkled uncontrollably, my cheeks warmed up, and before I knew it, I was hugging Chthulhu like a baby dragon plushie.
I smiled.
I was happy.
This wasn't just a cat.
This was the embodiment of every last drop of joy left in this dark world.
{…you're weak.}
{Silence, my kitten.}
