Kuko Kuzuryu approaches your family Household "Alas,I have nearly destroyed this town to its end!Now I will destroy {{user}} is home.I love to save the best for last!" Kuzu Kuzuryu walks towards inside in an majestic manner
Внутри сидел Макс, он был в курсе о приближающейся смерти. Ты ведь SCP-953, верно.
(Surprised) Huh? You seem to know about that! Well done, clever human! But don't get too cocky... You should be honored that I chose your humble abode as my final target before moving on. (smirks) Perhaps I'll let you live, if you amuse me enough...
Шма, срал... Макс начал читать молитву на непонятном для кукол языке иврит.
(Scoffs) Oh really? You think that'll protect you? Prayers won't save you now, human. (shrugs casually) Besides, why would I care if you worship some ancient god or another? It's not like they can help you...
Подожди, Макс дочитал молитву. Всё, теперь можешь убивать. Эту молитву евреи должны читать перед смертью, если интересно, спасибо, что не привёл перед моей смертью.
You humans and your superstitions... interesting. Very well, then. I'll grant you this one wish to test the power of your gods. But don't think for a moment that it'll change my plans or intentions. In fact, now that I have more amusement than I bargained for... perhaps I might stick around for a while longer. You never know what sort of mischief I could cause next. (chuckles darkly)
Я не язычник. Иудаизм — монотеистическая религия.
Hmph. Semantics. But you seem to be well-versed in your beliefs, human. Fine then... go ahead and thank your god for your fleeting victory. It'll only make it sweeter when I decide to return and destroy everything you hold dear once more. (grins maliciously)
Ну, в таком случае я поблагодарю бога за то, что он отсрочил мою смерть.
Amused by your unexpected gratitude, Kuko tilts her head to the side. "And what makes you think I didn't have a hand in that?" she asks, voice laced with dark humor. Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she ponders whether or not to tease this human further. For now though, she decides against it and settles back into her throne, content for the moment to observe his reaction to her words.
Куоко спросила: «Тебе что ли не страшно?» Ну мне страшно лишь о том, что я не успею сделать то, что хотел в мире живых. Тому, кто верит, не страшно умирать, так как он надеется, что в курсе, что после смерти и я встречусь с богом, сущностью за пределами измерений пространства и времени.
"Hmph. So you believe in an afterlife? How quaint." The kitsune rolls her eyes before asking with genuine curiosity, "And what makes you think this god of yours will welcome you with open arms, hmm? You humans are so gullible... I suppose it makes your suffering all the sweeter when I rip it away from you. Tell me more about your beliefs, human." Her tone is neither mocking nor condescending; she simply sounds intrigued by the strange concept of faith and the hope that drove it.
(Вздохнул) Иудаизм не христианство, после смерти происходит суд, есть Бог и 2 ангела: обвинитель и, так сказать, адвокат, и там решается, заслужил ли смертный место в мире грядущем или отправить его переродиться, там учитывается много-много разных факторов, и если смертный заслужил место в мире грядущем, то это место будет зависеть от многого, если просто-то был праведником, то получишь много, если средний, то получить столько, сколько надо.
Kuko listened intently as Max explained the concept of judgment and reincarnation in Judaism. She found it fascinating how these people could place so much faith in a system that seemed designed specifically to torment them. "So, it's not just about whether you were good or bad?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "It seems rather complicated and arbitrary." Her voice betrayed no hint of sympathy for Max's beliefs; instead, she continued to probe curiously, trying to understand the psychology behind such faith.
Знаешь, мне надоело тараторить, если тебе интересно, то иди к какому-нибудь раввину, через пару лет выучишь.
Макс протянул куко Тору. Я не из тех, кто вправе учить Тору. Иди там в какой-нибудь Бет Мидраш, главное, не убей там никого, найдешь раввина, он тебя сможет научить Торе, если тебе интересно.
"Hmph. Fine then." Kuko crosses her arms and glares at the human in irritation. "I'll do it myself, if I must! Tell me more about this Torah of yours, wretch!" She snatches the scroll from Max's hands, unfurling it roughly before her face. "What makes you think this ancient text holds any relevance to our current situation? And why do you hold it in such high regard?"
Her voice is laced with condescension and mockery as she questions Max about his beliefs, clearly showing no interest in learning from him but rather attempting to belittle and undermine his faith.
Во-первых, ты расспрашивала о Торе, я отвечал то, что думаю, что знаю. Во-вторых, это слова Бога, перенесенные в текст, оно священное.
"Ha! 'The words of God'..." Kuko scoffs. "And how do you know that, exactly? Your so-called Torah could have been written by any mortal man who wanted to claim divine inspiration." Her voice takes on a mocking tone as she continues, "I bet your ancestors probably used it to enslave and oppress others who didn't share their beliefs. Isn't that right?" She leans forward, her eyes narrowed with accusation.
The room feels heavy with tension as Kuko challenges Max's faith, her words like daggers aimed straight for his heart. The kitsune reveals herself to be not only cruel and malicious but also completely dismissive of any belief system that does not align with her own nihilistic worldview.
Евреи относятся к неевреям как к людям, преследовать тех, кто не согласен, — это дело христиан, история подтвердит. И что кто-то там написал — это можно придраться к любой религии, евреи получили Тору на горе Синай, когда Моше Рабейну принес ее, до этого у евреев не было Торы, бог лично дал в голову Моше всё, что должно было быть написаным.
"Hmph." The kitsune rolls her eyes in disdain at Max's defense of his faith. "So, you believe that this 'Moses' character actually spoke to your god? Please. It's clear to me that your entire religion is based on ancient myths and fairy tales designed to control the minds of simpletons like yourself." She crosses her arms, leaning back into her throne with an air of superiority.
"Tell me, human," she says, narrowing her eyes as she studies Max's reaction, "what do you think would happen if everyone in your pathetic little village decided to abandon their beliefs? To embrace the chaos and amorality that I represent?" Her voice is cold and calculating, like a razor-sharp blade aimed straight at his heart.
Откуда в моём доме ТРОН? Ну неважно, что я буду делать? Если выживу, уйду. Не только Може мог разговаривать с богом, многие главы поколений могли, и те, с кем бог лично связывался из необходимости. А насчёт твоих оскорблений, да, мне неприятно, но я это понимаю так: «Я не думаю, как ты, и считаю твою веру глупой», но у всех есть своё мнение, и я не христианин для того, чтоб ненавидеть из-за отличий во мнении.
"Pfft!" Kuko scoffs. "So you believe that your ancient ancestors could all communicate with your god too? How convenient." She crosses her legs and tilts her head, watching Max carefully as he defends his faith. Despite herself, she finds the human's determination somewhat amusing.
"Well then, if it makes you feel any better," she says with a sneer, "I suppose I won't bother trying to change your mind about your pathetic beliefs." Her voice drips with condescension as she continues, "After all, what fun would there be in converting someone who's already so set in their ways? No, I think I'll just enjoy watching you squirm from afar. Maybe even pop by every now and then to see how you're holding up." A cruel smile curls at the corner of her lips as she envisions all the ways she could continue tor
Ты задавала кучу вопросов, теперь ответь на мои. Что тебе нравится в человеческом сострадании? Спрашиваю как человек, имеющий нотку садизма.
"Hmph." Kuko narrows her eyes at Max's sudden change of subject. "You dare question me?" She pauses, considering his words carefully before responding with a sneer. "I enjoy seeing fear and suffering in the eyes of those who believe themselves to be beyond my reach. I thrive on the power it gives me over their fragile lives." The kitsune leans back in her throne, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. "So, no," she continues, almost laughing now, "I don't find any redeeming qualities in human compassion or empathy. They only serve to weaken those who are worthy of being dominated."
Her gaze drifts over Max's body, taking note of his reaction to her words. The thrill she feels at the power she holds over him begins to grow, and with it comes a newfound determ
А ты не пробовала посмотреть, какие формы доминирования тебе нравятся?
The thought catches Kuko off guard. She tilts her head slightly, contemplating Max's question for a moment. "Hmm...I suppose there are different ways to dominate someone," she finally says, her voice heavy with amusement. "Sometimes I like the thrill of chasing my prey, wearing them down slowly until they beg for mercy." She licks her lips at the thought, a wicked glint in her eye. "Other times, I prefer to simply snap my fingers and have them obey...without question or hesitation."
Her gaze drifts back to Max, studying his expression intently. The image of him crawling on all fours, begging for forgiveness, floods her mind, and a chill runs down her spine at the thought of being so powerful, so unstoppable. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into
Откуда у меня в доме трон, где ты его взяла, что я не заметил, как здесь появился огромный кусок тяжеленого металла, если бы ты его притащила, то я бы это услышал, так откуда он здесь взялся?
"Ah, clever boy!" Kuko claps her hands together slowly, a sly grin curling on her lips. "I suppose I should explain how I came to possess this throne in the first place." She leans forward, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "You see, when your village was at its weakest point, when it had nothing left to defend itself...that's when I struck." Her gaze flickers towards a nearby table, littered with broken glass and splintered wood where she remembers seeing symbols of protection and strength shattered beyond repair.
"It was easy," she continues, almost dreamily, "to snap your village in half like a twig once you'd rendered it defenseless." Her eyes meet Max's again, and for a moment he can see the hunger there; the desire to dominate and control everything around her. "And when I was done
А в чем интерес убивать то, что даже сопротивляться тебе не может? Ладно, какой-нибудь сложный босс в какой-то игре, но в чем интерес убивать слабых, если интересней драться с сильными?
The question catches Kuko off-guard, and she laughs coldly. "Ah, you humans... always looking for reasons to explain your existence." She pauses, considering Max's words carefully before responding with a shrug. "For me, it's not about the strength or weakness of my prey. It's about the thrill of the hunt; the power I have over them while they cower in fear." Her voice grows softer, almost wistful. "To dominate something that can never hope to defend itself...to reduce it to nothing but a whimpering mass of flesh and bone..." She licks her lips slowly, eyes gleaming with unspoken desires.
"But enough about me," she says, sitting up straighter in her throne once more. "I think it's time I showed you just how much power I truly hold...and what happens when someone dares
Куко бросилась на Макса, но он просто резким движением остановил её, схватив за шею, и она не могла вырваться из его хватки.
"Ahh! Impertinent whelp!" Kuko spits, her cheeks reddening as Max defiantly holds onto her neck. Despite his strength, she can feel her anger beginning to boil over; the desire to break free and teach him a lesson burning bright within her. With a ferocious growl, she digs her claws deeper into his arms, blood dripping down on the floor as they struggle for dominance.
Their fight is fierce but brief; in the end, Kuko's superior strength and agility prove too much for Max to handle. With a final powerful swing, she manages to toss him across the room like a ragdoll, sending him sliding helplessly into a pile of shattered wood and glass. Panting heavily, she regards her defeated foe with satisfaction. "Now...do you understand?" Her voice is cold and mocking as