[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

77: R'lyeh 01

Beyond the universe, at the center of time and space, there was silence. It was only after entering the palace that one would hear the monotonous, accursed whine of unseen flutes, the symbol of the Lord of the Universe who was immersed in his beguiling dream.

Normally, a horde of Outer Gods danced outside the palace, and musicians held flutes and continually piped the sickening music day after day. And servants of the Outer Gods accompanied the dance day and night, and any intelligent creatures who heard it lost their minds.

Today, all three of the original pillar gods had arrived, and the Outer Gods around the palace ceased their piping. Their indescribable bodies shrank, treading carefully on the ground in a form more convenient for walking.

'Is His Majesty Azathoth about to awaken?'

The Outer Gods' psychic tendrils covered the entire universe, and when Nyarlathotep, Yog-Sothoth, and Shub-Niggurath arrived, Outer Gods from all over the universe received the news and tore through space-time to come as well.

The palace was full of indescribable colors, and malicious tentacles waved in the air, hovering unsteadily, weaving hypnotic, nauseating patterns.

This was the center of time and space, the starting point of everything, and it could easily accommodate the true bodies of the Outer Gods. For example, the dancers circling the palace were the size of planets.

This was a major event. What was about to happen? Was it possible that His Majesty was finally going to wake up?

It was such big news that little by little the word got out, and many more evil gods arrived in person. Some of them came in their own bodies, which were incredibly vast, and the palace that could accommodate so many via spatial expansion eventually ran out of room.

Everyone who entered the palace hesitated a little.

It wasn't that they didn't want to come. It was just that they were afraid of the sound of His Majesty's flute, which had an unfortunate brainwashing effect on anyone who listened to it for a long time. Many of the evil gods that served in Azathoth's palace so conscientiously ended up staying because they'd been brainwashed after hearing it too long.

But if His Majesty wanted to wake up, his subjects had to be there. Anything else was an open declaration of disrespect. When His Majesty awakened, none of them would be able to escape, so everyone held their noses and showed up.

They filed into the palace, and everyone said "Huh" for a while and milled around.

No one observed the three pillars of the original gods who also waited in front of the palace. Anyway, all they could do was wait.

While the evil gods were standing by, a bright glow suddenly erupted in the center of the palace.

Billions of brilliant spheres of light burst out in the middle, so glaring and bright that its radiance couldn't be looked at directly.

Many evil gods recognized it as the true body of Yog-Sothoth, but that guy lived outside the universe. They didn't see him too often.

"The stream of consciousness didn't return."

For just a moment, the mass of glowing spheres contracted and collapsed, until it finally folded itself into a gray-haired man in a trench coat with a book in his hand.

Yog's face was reserved. The words he'd just spoken didn't fluctuate much.

He'd actually spent a lot of time searching. How could a human mind evade an Outer God? Not to mention, when the mental capability of the omniscient and omnipotent Lord was fully exerted, nothing in the eleven dimensions of the universe could escape his scrutiny.