The battle of power....or at least squabble of fathers (Kait)

Chloe had resisted the spell, but her resolve was in flux.

If what this 'Cylthic' said was true, she would be in a very dangerous position if she kept this charade going for too long. Speaking to this Unnameable One could prove lethal to her if it discerned her true loyalties. And if it had enough power to enact its will on the world.

It was more likely, she thought, that she wasn't in any serious danger. She had weathered this kid's mental attacks, and he couldn't even tell. For all she knew, this kid was trying to start a cult for a being that didn't even exist. Not that she would be afraid if the thing really existed. She had never heard of anything like this creature, so it couldn't be that big a deal. Her father was probably bigger and scarier. To him, human cults were blase; he had outgrown them. There was little they could give him that he didn't already have.

Maybe she could take this opportunity to put this kid in his place.

"What..." she paused, side-tracked by her own scheming. "...duties, are required of me as your High Priestess, my lord?"

Chloe stepped around the corner and saw the darkness.

She was afraid, yes. But she did not bow down to it, the way her 'superior' did. She stood, proud. "Hello, Unnameable One. Do you have a name I can address you by?"

She sounded too cheerful. Almost perky.

The entity entirely lacked a sense of humor. The dripping irony of her last question went either ignored or unnoticed.

"That is a very personal question, Mr. Unnameable. But if you must know..." She cleared her throat, "My father is from a realm both before the beginning and after the end. He is a being of unimaginable power, and he fuels his kingdom with human souls. Within his own realm, he is God. Within this one, he is a god. He has a claim on my eternal soul, and mere death pales in comparison to what he can do to me if I betray him. Which brings me to my next point."

She nodded to the boy. "Cylthic." Nodded to the darkness. "Discount Cthulhu. We will tolerate your operations if you don't meddle in ours. We may even be able to work together. But you are neither the biggest nor the scariest thing on this island."

Chloe laughed at the darkness.

"I know who and what I'm threatening. I just don't give a fuck!" She threw her hands up in the air and laughed more. "This entire world could fall to darkness and destruction, you could wipe off all life on this planet, and it would only qualify as a minor inconvenience to our operation."

She calmed down and sighed. Though it would be a minor inconvenience to her father's will, it would be emotionally devastating to her. She was doing a good job of acting like she didn't care, in any case.

"I said that we could work with you. Just because I'm not going to bow to your will like a slave doesn't mean I can't be useful to you. No need to lash out like a petulant child," Chloe snapped at the timeless eldritch abomination.

Most of humanity would die if his plans came to fruition. That was probably a deal-breaker for her and her father. It was simple math - more humans overall meant more desperate humans who could fall into his arms.

Still, she pressed on.

"My father and I have a lot of worldly resources. Obvious stuff like money and property, and the subtle stuff, like influence and connections. We could leverage what we have to give Cylthic anything from a secret place for his cute little cult meetings to fresh bodies for his cute little brainwashing trick. We would be willing to do this for you because we would be getting a return on our investment. Your plans sound like they might have the side effect of helping us with ours."

And if they didn't, there was always that old saying: keep your friends close and your enemies closer. It was could be a worthy investment for her father either way.