In the beginning, before mortals and the madness that sprang from their dreams, desolate in the depthless eternity of oceans vast and viridian, there lay the bulk of a god yet unformed. Around Its dark mass churned currents teeming with antediluvian precursors to life, which were caught by Its pebbly beginnings of a body, as moss on the moisture of
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I like the little poem section at the end.
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to Devour is Divine.
This seems just about the bargain demanded by the ancient, dark things of many horror stories. But those beings cleverly withold the last part, so even their faithful minions have no idea that dark gods are not gods one should ever wish to serve.
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