"Do not trust the Ancient Gods, nor anyone else. All those who are not of our kin that you come across are nothing but despicable thieves, all are worms. Do not harbor any pity for them, drive them out decisively, leaving no room for mercy!"
"Uh..." Jiang Lu glanced at Lucifer beside him and, hesitating slightly, covered the latter's ears: "His words are a bit hurtful; don't listen."
"Put your hand down!"
Nyarlathotep shouted, "It's precisely because I see you've gotten close to him that I'm reminding you. I want you to make your stance clear; do not associate with these thieves!"
"I... don't understand," Jiang Lu said, somewhat confused.
Nyarlathotep seemed to be in an oddly strange state; he himself was that rat in the shadows, always up to no good. So why do his words sound as though he's the victim?