©2019-2021 Michael Raven
“I wakened him from his slumber to bring forth a more teleiotic, a more verdant world, to ameliorate this flawed, fetid cesspit of humankind — to free the Earth and all her children from the shackles of humanity!”
He raged from the mound of wood built around his emaciated body, dressed in little more than rags and ribbons of cloth, exposed flesh crossed with angry red marks sketched on his skin by the rocks thrown by both guttersnipes and more than a few people normally thought to be above such things.
“You may eradicate me from the plane, but I walk with the master!” he shouted, voice ragged from doing this all night. “Yea, I walk with the master and he will repay me by snatching me from this realm and placing me in another as a reward for my actions! You cannot kill me, for the master watches over me and protects me! Y’AI’NG’NGAH YOG-SOTHOTH H’EE-L’GEB F’AI THRODOG UAAAH!”
The torchbearer, at the signal of the mayor, started the slow processional to the man tied to the stake, flames licking the air in anticipation of the feast it was about to consume.
I was apparently a busy guy during this period of 2019, trying to get folks to read my writing on FB and getting mostly crickets. There’s probably a lesson to be learned, but I’m too stupid to pick up on it, so you get to re-read a lightly edited version of the story two years later, to the day. File under: Cthulhu Mythos.