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Venezia couldn't help but chuckle in light of the situation. "I'm afraid there is no flesh~" He responded calmly and tilted his head. "Hehe... I know why we fear your kind but... Tell me... why do you hate us?"

Carefully the God placed the food down by the cage, close enough that Terror could reach out with a tentacle and grab it once Venezia was at a safe enough distance. He wasn't scared of the Cursed but honestly did not need to risk becoming Cursed himself more than he already has.

Venezia nodded his head as he listened. Fascinating. So it was something pre-determined even prior to birth? The thought paled in the God's mind, it was beyond his understanding really.

He waved a sleeved hand. "Oh, no no no~ Not to train tricks nor show off. I have this crazy idea... We are not that different, you and I. The only reason you're in that cage is to protect my carnies."

Perhaps fighting the Cursed was not a good way to get on its good side but what else was he supposed to do? Invite the Cursed over for a cup of beer and some cotton candy? No, that wouldn't have went well at all.

"What if we look past Cursed or not... and look towards repelling common enemies or making a future were there is no such thing... and there is no need to change who we are but accept who we are."

"Hehehe... I doubt it." Venezia placed a sleeve hand to his lips in thought. Was he confident on that or was he trying to convince himself? He had always been mad - touched in the head - and that was not something imagined by the populace. But could a God really become Cursed...?

The Cursed Gods supposedly once were free of the Curse that binded them...

Then that means it could be reversed, right?

"Your Old Ones would not even let me approach their lands without trying to kill me. That is why I sought you out." Really any Cursed could have done but it just so happened Terror was the first poor soul Venezia ventured across.

Venezia shrugged his shoulders, hands held out to his sides. "Who knew that there was such a thing as a Cursed God... I tried to fight along side your kind before... Yet we were fighting a losing war. At least one I do not believe my carnies believed in..."

He looked down and for a second one could swear the ever-smiling Carnival God was wearing a frown. "...I don't want this fighting anymore. Carnivals although a bit dark and brooding were never meant to be a place of total... slaughter. If I place my trust in you..." Venezia looked up and the smile was back. "Will you ask one of your Gods for their side of the story?"

Okay, so the Cursed Gods were apparently a bit more stricter than their Non-Cursed counterparts. That earned a bit of a chuckle from the God but then Morgana's name was spoken. "Why yes... that is who I allied with." He tilted his head curiously. "Do you know her?" Venezia was completely unaware of Terror's relation to his former ally.

"So that's why I have not seen her since..." The God pondered out loud... And now here was one of Morgana's grandchildren. Life was very strange indeed with how it worked.

"Do you see your grandmother? Perhaps she would be willing to do an old friend a favor.." He approached the cage, growing a little too comfortable in the Cursed's presence and sat down. "I really do not see myself as an enemy to you or your kind..."

Venezia sighed a bit. There goes that plan. "And I am guessing if I saw your grandmother it would provoke war." He mused. Oh, how we would go and speak with her but... he did not need to drag his carnies further into this than he already has.

Placing his hands behind him, he leaned back and stares up at the tent's ceiling. "Any action I take to go talk to this Martyr threatens the carnival..." He closed his eyes and fell deep within thought.