#lovecraftian horror
“… Time was not merciful to her whilst in that tube… Her horrendous power only grew. Her containment increased as her energy output skyrocketed - as did the damage it wrought upon herself. Those that she loved and would do anything to protect fear her now. No longer did they refer to her as a friend, but monster. She screamed in agony as they tried to weaken her by taking more energy. It didn’t change a thing… except incur her fury…”
“They subdued her. They broke her apart. Her wrath was endless, but in pieces they were manageable. Through horrific methods did they make her think of one thing…”
‘I love this world…’
“And she struggled no more…”
“But…”
“There’s a crack in her tube - a flaw in manufacturing, it seems. It will be replaced tomorrow with no difficulty. There’s only one thought in her mind after all.”
Part 1:
“She was a danger to all that is around her as much as she was to herself… she knew this… and so she made a grand machine and put herself in it. There, the machine took the excess energy that rotted and sustained her body and turned it to energy. Energy… for all. Though her freedom is limited, all she loves is safe. That is all she could ever ask for.”
Part 2:
“Knowledge they hoard
Knowledge they seek
Offer what’s unknown
Gain all that they’ve reaped”
“Spm ilwzma pqu.”
“Glowing lights drift across the depths like lost children, but their eyes see beyond the water’s abyssal tranquility.”
“From putrid sacs of poison they shall spawn the new generation.”
“An empty dimple in the Earth there was, but now… now it’s teeming with optimism…”
“May the old gods be birthed anew.”
“Unlike the other malignant, cruel mockeries of man and sea, this one possesses uncanny charm.”
“A shard of alien malignity!”
“Birthed from walls of flesh, its mind melded of insidious horrors and fragmented, displaced love.”
Inktober Day 30- “Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!” is the noise that is heard as little dog runs for her life through the twisted halls of the frozen city of the Elder Things; desperate to escape the slithering, writhing horror that is a hungry Shoggoth!
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