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John Constantine: *whimpers*
The Batfam: Uh, should we… do something about this??
Constantine: *casts a spell. Ineffectively. Whimpers again.*
Damian: Tt. I have already contacted Alfred to prepare an enclosure.
Constantine, literally throwing the book at Little Baby Man, nothing sticking: *visible crisis* This isn’t a great sign.
The Batfam, watching this foot long creature cause mass property damage, cultists screaming and bleeding: Can we do something else?
Constantine: Alright I’m out. Call me if you make it mad and I might be able to divert it from destroying the universe. Might.
The Batfam: *panic and concern*
A group of cultists have procured all that is neccessary to bring forth their lord, the real lord, the Undying Ruler of All Things Dead, King of The Infinite Realms, so he shall bring forth a new future of fear and destruction. They will have a world anew, remade in their deity's image.
"Rise!" screams their illustrious leader. "Rise, oh Great One!"
The summoning circle glows an unearthly green, to the point it becomes blinding. Black smoke rises behind the light, then a figure starts to be seen through the fog. He has arrived.
The smoke clears, and the Cult of Pariah the Dark get a full view of the being they have summoned.
They see a... small... worm creature...?
Oh those poor, poor fools. They know not of the dangers they have unleashed. They stand, unwittingly staring at the harbringer of their demise, for they have not summoned Pariah Dark, oh no, no, no, no, no, no. That entity, despite his destructive nature, can be reasoned with. The being they summoned cannot.
The Little Baby Man stares back, a smirk from ear to ear and eyes wide. He lounges at them.
They never stood a chance.
It's amazing how much of a buff the got to match there grosser look
Cultists in Darkest Dungeon: “ Great, another group of THESE idiots.”
Cultists in Darkest Dungeon II: “ OH SHIT”