Mythos

As I pen down my account of how their civilisation ended, I question my own sanity. These things were never meant to be known by man. And yet, I somehow feel that we should know that which had created us, even though we were just a failed experiment to them....


The two beings were part of the Council. They stood atop a great icy plateau, overlooking the entire region. They did not speak in any language known to man. However, for the reader's sake, it shall be translated.
"We have to go some other place. This planet is cooling down, too much."
"Indeed. We will have to bring this up in the Council."

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"You propose we bring what we can down to the bottom of the ocean?"
"It will not harm us as you well know. Our People can survive much."
A third spoke up, "You would have us forsake our entire civilisation?"
"Merely to protect our race. It would not be much of a trouble. The shoggoths are adept at such menial tasks as it were."
The second waved its five sets of tentacles in agitation, "I for one, do not trust the shoggoths! We may have agreed to let them do all the menial tasks but -"
"You have nought to worry about. They aren't sentient, we control them by hypnotic suggestion as you know."
"At any rate," the first interjected, "We are digressing. We should now vote, do we move undersea?"
The vote was 15 - 8, in favour of.

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Years passed, the above world was warm once more. But the Elder Things had lost all interest in the surface, and was content to lead a life of indulgence. But many things can happen in a few millenia.

"I think, therefore I am" is a powerful statement, first coined by men. But little did they know, it could apply to other things. Such as the shoggoths.

The Council convened once more.
"We must crush the shoggoths, they have grown sentient and rebel against their rightful masters!"
"We all agree on this point but we need them. We have grown incredibly dependent on them for labour. I wish we could stop this dependency, but we know no other way."
"It is agreed then. That which created the shoggoths shall be their downfall."

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They managed to crush the rebellion, but the cost was heavy. It was not just heavy, it was too heavy. The shoggoths were mostly eliminated but the remaining few fled away into the deeps where they now procreate their own kind. Without any form of help for labour, the society of the Elder Things slowly crumbled. It was not just the shoggoths, but also the Yithians, the star-spawn of dreaded, sleeping Cthulhu and the Mi-go who had contributed to their end. The shoggoths are still down there, in a city they have made, a dreadful and horrible parody of their former master's own city.

The fact that they are still down there and surviving sends shivers down my spine but it would be even worse if they ever found the flourishing surface of man of any interest. They are not the worse of these horrors that dwell on our planet. The Great Slumbering Cthulhu is another example of such terrors of the deep.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" is what they chant, the alien syllables mashing together to form blasphemous meanings. The spawn of Cthulhu survives on the land while the shoggoths have taken the charge of the sea from the Elder Things.

May these monsters of primal power never, ever come to the knowledge of the common man, lest our culture be driven mad by such utterings.

-A Page From The Diary Of Abdul Alhazred