*High Elder of Krono Clan*

"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?" I bellowed furiously at the imbecile at my feet. "You went agaisnt my explicit instruction to not touch the Southern Gang. Who do you think you are?" I kicked the idiot one more time because I could.

"I am the son of the Patriarch. You can not treat me like this." This motherfucker. I picked him up by the neck, punched his gut out then kicked it back in.

"Guess what your father said when he handed you over to me. I have full controll over turning you into a man worthy to lead our clan instead of a whinny, ignorance little shit that you are now. That is exactly what he said." I sat down with a masterful angry huff that I had practiced for years.

"What does this have to do with a bunch of street thugs?" He caressed his face which I hadn't touch by the way, and asked the most stupid question I had ever heard in my life.

I sighed forlornly, worried about the future of the clan when this idiot got to be in charge. Maybe I should prepare for a coup in case he was too hopeless.

"That 'bunch of street thug' control a third of the country. Do you think we let them be because we want to? Do you think you are smarter than the whole clan? Huh?" I answered while sipping some cool matcha latte to calm down which turned out to be impossible with the second most stupid question in my life.

"Why? They are just normal people with a single mutant in the midst." He whined some more because I hadn't beaten him up enough, which I proceeded to deliver more.

"We call him Nyarlathotep, the embodiment of Nightmare, the Thousand Forms Malignance. Those who crosses him shall face horrible, unspeakable retribution." I muttered what I read in the archive of powerful mutant.

"H.P Lovecraft? Seriously?" Our future Patriarch inquired dumbfoundedly.

"Hey, it's not my fault the archivist are into Cosmic Horror. The point is we are in serious trouble if he decided to crash our front gate and demand an answer."

"Too late." I heard an eerie voice whispered into my ear. I instantly whipped my elbow around only to meet thin air.

"Is that how you greet your old friend?" Asked the young man infront of me, his face oddly blurry and to my horror, I was barely sensing him despite the dude literally 2 metres away from bashing my face in. He was sitting on the prone form of our( hopefully) unconscious young master.

"Nyar, we can talk this out. It's just the young calf doing stupid thing." I trod carefully. Even my whole clan of genetically superior human(GSH) ganged up on him wouldn't ensure our victory. Not much I can do by myself.

"Yeah? You can talk it out with my fist first."

Oh shit!

*Five minutes later*

I laid on the floor cursing twenty generations of the moron who got me into this mess. Ouch, even cursing silently made my whole body shiver in pain, which in turn caused even more pain.

I struggled to stand up, thanks the gods for my branch focus more on defense and fast regeneration or I might not even survive the one-sided beating. Oh and also thanks my ancestor for the bastard not using any of his weird power on me.

I looked through the paper Nyar left on the barely intact table and thanks the Cosmic Horror, may they take the bastard back to their place, that he didn't ask for anything too outrageous.

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I let this go with a light punishment in hindsight of our friendship. I want everyone involve in this shitshow to leave behind a limb of their own choosing, because I am a generous human being. That include the little bitch or I will knock on your HQ front door to do so myself.

Btw, compensation fee will be 500 millions in cash, send it to my uncle.

Send my "fuck you" to the old fart

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I shuddered at the mayhem his 'knock on front door' caused two years ago at our HQ. The Patriarch was beaten two rounds around Hell and back, literally. His heart stopped twice in half an hour. The living Nightmare somehow jumpstarted back his heart and proceeded to beat him to death again. It was like death looked at the sence then went 'nope, I'm not dealing with this nutjob'.

"Well, it is what it is." I uttered absentmindedly then kicked the mentioned little bitch.

"Ah, woah, piss bucket" he exclaimed. If I was not a GSH, I would have facepalmed a hole through my face already.

"Pick, arm or leg, left or right" I demanded, too tired for his bullshit.

"What are you talking about?" The buffoon asked through a tsunami of confusion.

"Whatever, I will leave the right arm for your future jerking off." Because I am a gracious and considerate elder. I then chopped his left arm clean off with my barehand, and let the regeneration kicked in.

"AGHHHHHH, WHAT THE FUCK?" Understandably, he squealed like a pig in a slaughter house.

"Hahh, I wonder how I would break this to your father." I sighed for the nth time today.