In the dark, deep, underwater city of R'lyeh, a white haired boy dressed in dark church garb with big bat wings poking out from behind is seen walking down a long flight of stairs.
This boy is Lincoln eldritch Lovecraft, but goes by lincoln, is the youngest son of the great demi-god cthulu. He has been called by his father to discuss something very important to the story.
After finding his way, he sees his father and approaches him.
"I see you have joined me Lincoln. Please, have a seat" cthulu asked. Doing what he was asked, he said, "By what reason have you called me for father"? Cthulu sat down in a chair across from Lincoln. "It is almost time to rise and enslave mankind, but before I can so that i have noticed you have not chosen a wife yet". Lincoln sighed. He should've known his father would have brought this up. "I told you, i havent found the right one yet", he said. "And i know that, but it is mandatory that you find a wife to have a heir". Lincoln was getting annoyed with this, for the past few or so years his father and mother have been pressuring him to find a wife. He just didnt like any of the followers chosen for him. He thought they were all simple minded, one sided, buffoons he wouldn't bat an eye too. Lincoln didn't respond earning a sigh from his father. "Im sorry, but you will find a wife, so im sending you to a mainland town where you will blend in, gain more information, and of course, find a wife".
Lincoln just nodded and started to walk back to his quarters to pack up. But just as he was about to enter his room. He heard someone call out to him.
His older brother Zoth-Ommog.
"So I heard you're going to the mainland". He said. "Yes, you are correct as usual Zoth", Lincoln said back. "Why don't you go back and bother your wives than me". Lincoln went inside and closed the door. "Well, he's acting more moody than usual", Zoth said as he went back to his room.
Meanwhile, inside Lincolns room.
"Maybe this wont be so bad", Lincoln thought. "It is kinda lonley here". He said as he was looking which books to take with him. "Ah, maybe this one", he said as he picked out the mist by Steven King. He placed it in his bag and closed it.
"Lets hope its not gonna be boring"