The father of the Great Old Ones
This story has been told many times before, and it is as old as horror itself.
There was once a woman, and she was the first woman.
This woman had a box.
And inside this box; was the TRUE TERROR OF CREATION! and hope.
One day.
This woman heard whispers, but these whispers were not of the gods that had made her, they were the whispers of much older gods, outer gods.
" Mgahnnn r'luhah'f'nah "
The voices kept on echoing in the poor woman's head, over and over, again and again…
The woman was slowly drowning in the abyssal void.
" Mgahnnn r'luhah'f'nah "
After many days, where the woman was beyond the walls of sleep, and the few times she was able to enter the dreamlands.
The woman saw strange-things and places, she even saw cats from Saturn living on the dark-side of the moon.
Enough was enough.
On top of the mountain of madness, where there was cool air.
The woman reached for her box, and opened the box.
Out from the box came a mysterious color, unlike any seen on earth.
A shadow now came over the woman as a beam of the abyss shot up into the heavens, into the cold and dark outer space.
The woman then heard a whisper in the darkness;
" Y' ah na'ah'ehye, l' tharanak lloigshogg ng lloigshogg… "
the woman quickly closed her box.
But in doing so, hope, Ormuzd was trapped, unable to stop his brother;
L'ianaTaS-A'nOtos-N'amir'Ha.
The year is now 630 CE, and we are still in Iran.
10 years have gone by and Job has grown up to become a living beauty, which is not that surprising considering who both his parents are.
Khosrow the second has had his hands full, but not because of wars or politics, but because of the many marriage proposals.
And not just for Job, but also for Molossus, Pielus and Pergamus, who have all become equally handsome.
But strange things have occurred in Iran as well.
Many people have gone mad.
Claiming to hear something that no one else can hear.
Seeing something that no one else can see.
And making obscure and vile sacrifices to old gods?
Sadly.
These episodes have resulted in the death of many.
Not just by the sword of the warriors, but also by the people commiting suicide.
The thing that keeps the soldiers awake at night, is when they kill the mad civilians, and with their dying breath, they always manage to utter;
" They are here…. he is here… The gnaiih… "
So, as you guys can read, ain't nobody got time for marriage business, especially Job, who has tried his damndest to figure out who this father is.
But this father has had enough.
The father has sent his favorite son.
The outer god that makes Satan look like a fucking pussy
" To Nyarlathotep, Mighty Messenger, must all things be told. And he shall put on the semblance of man, the waxen mask and the robes that hide, and come down from the world of Seven Suns to mock. "
Job is walking towards the Throne of Solomon in Iran.
As he was walking.
He noticed strange lights and colors unlike- well you get the idea.
It was night, and the weather was oddly fair.
" The calm before the storm… " said Job with a nervous smile.
Job had now arrived at the waters at the throne.
Job was looking at his own reflection.
He looked intently, for he felt like something was off.
The more he looked, the more focused he became.
Job then noticed the difference.
His reflection was smiling, he was not.
Job now looked on as the waters turned from blue to a ugly green.
Job steeled his nerves for what was about to happen, but it seems that steel was not enough.
For what Job saw, coming out of a portal, was something that made even the moon hide behind a cloud.
Job could feel his eyes burning from gazing at the strange, yet enchanting thing.
Job then heard a whisper;
" Nyarlathotep, the outer god "
The strange thing was, that Job could hear that the whisper did not come from Nyarlathotep. So where did it come from.
Job had no time to think, as he felt all the blood in his face retreat.
Nyarlathotep now spoke with the sound of the crawling chaos.
I would try and describe the outer god, but I feel like that Samuel Loveman did a better job;
" Don't fail to see Nyarlathotep if he comes to Providence. He is horrible—horrible beyond anything you can imagine!—but wonderful. He haunts one for hours afterwards. I am still shuddering at what he showed. "
Job fell to his knees.
It was like he was looking into a black hole, a hole which was sucking away all his virtues.
Baalshamin and Hecashkigal were both ready for a grand and epic battle, but that was when everyone noticed someone else exit the portal.
" Nyarlathotep! What have I told you, don't be so overdramatic!! " said Abaddon, the archangel of the abyss.
To the Nephilim's- and the two god's surprise- Nyarlathotep looked like he was now shy and embarrassed.
" What is happening… " said Job, not believing his own eyes.
Abaddon now grabbed Nyarlathotep's hand.
" Come on, let us go home, to the others- Abaddon now noticed Job- Oh! Hey Job! I hope everything is well " said the archangel with a smile.
Job just waved his hand, while having a confused smile.
Abaddon and Nyarlathotep went back to the abyss, and Job, well, he went home, more confused, but also relieved.
" My son...he is my son... " said the father, full of envy.
" The White People "
Khosrow was at his library.
The Shah was looking for a specific and ancient book.
" The Necronomicon… the Codex Gigas… Ah! Found it " said the Shah as he took out a Green Book.
Khosrow sat down and now started to read;
" We both wondered whether these contradictions that one can't avoid if one begins to think of time and space may not really be proofs that the whole of life is a dream, and the moon and stars bits of nightmare. " - Arthur Machen.
Job was sitting within a nameless city.
" Are you ready? " asked Hecashkigal.
" As ready as I can ever be… " said Job.
" He is here, " said Hadad.
Job now stood up, as he looked up at the doom that had come to him, the father.
Job could hear the father was humming music by Erich Zann.
With the curse of Yig, the father spoke, with the call of Cthulhu;
" Look upon me, little Nephilim, look upon my works and despair! "
Job, was for the first time, calm.
Job took out something from under his shirt, which made the father ask;
" What do you have there? "
" I found the box, " said Job with a grin.
For the first time, after a long time, the father felt a chilling-fear.
" How?.... "
" The Atlantean gave it to me "
" Damn the thrice-great! " roared the father.
" So, here is the deal, you leave, to whatever pit you were made from, and never come back, or else " said Job with his hand on top of the box.
Without any words, the father left, and Job could now let out a sigh of relief.
As the father was returning to the void, he suddenly heard a voice;
" Hello, brother "
The father of the great old(and outer) ones was never heard from again.