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“Thats right my little friend feast on this blood and become stronger...” whispered the old man behind hands clenched in prayer to the burgeoning dark God. He wanted to make them all pay for what they had done. So long ago, that great wrong so clearly forgotten in his clouded mind hidden behind a veil of hate and suffering. “All” had become, like so many other things, a nebulous term describing who was to suffer and pay. Unable to remember who, what, where, why, things suddenly became very clear to him. “They'll all pay....”
And still Cthulhu slowly forced its way into our world. Like a parasite slowly shoving and chewing its way to the heart of some healthy creature that, unbeknownst to it, would soon begin suffer from decay and rot. Rapidly Cthulhu would rise to preeminence in the world. He would call the sunken city of R'lyeh up from it's watery depths and open wide it's doors. From within horrors beyond all imagination would spill forth, marching out of the ocean, these titans of terror would make landfall dwarfing even the mountains. The steps they would take on those horrible appendages would be the epicenters of fear causing the ground to shake, making brave men and woman alike fall to their knees in fright as they gazed upon their new masters through hands welded over their eyes.
They will teach us things, these Old Ones. As Old Castro explained to his once young apprentice so long ago “At the proper time, the secret priests would take great Cthulhu from His tomb to revive His subjects and resume His rule of earth.... Then mankind would have become as the Great Old Ones; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and reveling in joy. Then the liberated Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves, and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom.”
Slowly the evil appendage began to cease its aimless questing for more prey. “The God still hungers....” the old man thought to himself as he threw on an overcoat and headed for the local playground. For a second he almost felt something akin to guilt or shame for his vile actions, but only something akin to those emotions because really feeling them might have stopped him long ago. This was all whisked aside as the whispers in his mind began again. “Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, Cthulhu fhtagn, Cthulhu fhtagn, Cthulhu fhtagn....” And as the Old Man hid in the bushes near the happily playing children, he thought “Yes Chulhu waits, but soon the wait shall be over....” as he crept closer to the back an unsuspecting child who had strayed away from the others.
“Soon the wait will be over....”
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