This Evil God Got Heatstroke

This eldritch god is suffering from heatstroke...

This eldritch god got hurt in a fight with another eldritch god. It's beyond saving...

This eldritch god costs thirty cents a day to feed. I can't afford to keep it...

This eldritch god's mate went off to lay eggs. It hasn't eaten in three days. It must be depressed...

Steamed...

Braised...

Oil-braised...

Red-cheeked...

As he thought it over, the young man let out a sorrowful, unhinged laugh.