Dust tilts its head, to face Oblivion. It's blank as ever, nothing new about its grin. Although Oblivion might be able to spot something reflecting a bit of sunlight, but that's probably just its blood. "Killed a few mortals for a quick snack. Not much else, besides putting the puppet king's crown somewhere he can't reach. It's kinda funny to watch him struggle for something just too high for him to grab. You?" It seems to also be kinda bored, but that's hard to tell with the rather monotonous hate in its voice, which isn't even its own voice.

"Stone's warm, and there's usually nobody here that can exploit the day against me. And I assume you only came here to pester me?" Dust moves its head back down into its arms, concealing its face again; as it figures Oblivion doesn't have anything weird to show it. Also makes its head look like it's just the hair, which could be compared to a strange river in appearance.

(yeah sure)

"And how many questions is that one gonna turn into?"

Dust sighs, despite probably not actually being physically able to. because it doesn't breathe. "Ask away, I s'ppose."

"Mostly cause it's a good way to get snacks. 'Sides, not like there's much else I could do. No point trying to join the pantheon's side, they're not big fans of the deicide idea." Dust mumbles something, but Oblivion only catches that it probably pertains to worship.

"No." Seems Oblivion won't get what he wants that easily, although Dust's staunch refusal might lead him to pry further.

"You would be surprised." Dust shifts, although it does not move, to face upward. Dunno why its gotta use its shapeshifting to do that, but hey maybe it's just faster.

"Well, haven't you noticed something odd? Even you have a few worshippers. Haven't you wondered where the people worshipping me are? I'd say that my longer time on this world compared to most of you Corrupted would've garnered me quite a number. But if you look around, there isn't a single one. Only charred halls and bloodied robes." Its tail stretches out, before returning to gently swaying over the edge. Sorta resembles the swinging of a sickle.

"Cute that you think they had chance to flee." Well, that's probably somewhat disconcerting to hear. Regardless, Dust continues within mere moments to simulate breath, "Those that merely observe are fine, but few. It is not often one would watch a beast tear up their town and solely feel awe."

"So you wish to rule naught but fools?" There's a hint of disgust in Dust's voice. "A farmer does not worship the wolf that butchers his flock, why would a mortal praise the god that destroys their work?"

"You forget yourself, you have something quite easy to steal away. Who's to say that their tools will not become the weapons that destroy it?"

Dust's tail arches itself off the ledge and strikes Oblivion down, forcing him to fall. Its tip breaks within itself and sharpens out like a needle, pressed coldly against the skin over where humans have hearts. "Control." As suddenly as the assault itself, Dust's serpentine lower disappears and reappears back as it was; swinging gently against the warm stone.

"No singular mortal should be able to knock you down, yes. However, numbers are quite the empowering thing. And it does not always need to be so literal an example, there's a plentiful number of ways that mortals could undercut your control over the bumbling buffoons that you desire to follow you."

"I understood exactly what you are looking for already. You will find only fools and cowards fill that role, so long as you do not deserve it."