The Goddess of Ulther
The Great Cat Goddess sat upon her throne gazing into a basin of water that did not reflect her image. It showed her her worshipers making an offering of two children, a boy and girl youth. They were overly zealous and had forgotten much of the old ways but the sacrifices still came. She didn't really care either way. She saw the beings of this particular plane as unsubstantial and meaning less . She waved he hand over the basin and it showed her another scene.
A young man trapped in a dark and foreboding place. Running for his life from...something, Something slithering and deep,his fear was palpable and she drank it in. The man in question seemed familiar to her but she could not tell, these humans all looked the same. But this man...now What was he doing... And his arm, mangled...no Bone...his Flesh was missing on his bone. That was interesting. She drank deeper.
The man was running through dark passages muttering to himself "this isn't right, can't be...Stop. Just stop it, keep it together Morris. Where's Walter, where is anybody... The book, if I could just find Walter and the book" She watched him for a little longer. There was more of the deep slithering, like snakes or eels made from the smoke and shadows of the black abis that ran through the galaxies. Of which there were many. Still she watched him. Screaming, slowly going mad and then she switched her basin again.
This time it appeared on something deeper, darker. It was like looking into the depths of the ocean and knowing that those depths were looking back. A low hum emanating from those depths. She switched it again.
All was in and without of time, for the Great Cat Goddess of Ulther who existed in the Plane of Morbia, time did not and would never exist. This time there was a great war between two lesser nations. One known as Rembara and a kingdom known as Agrabah. Men fought on the desert planes, blood being the only liquid that flowed freely. A young man a stride a clothe that floated and shimmered in the air was slain by a sorcerer who concered lightning from the sky. She did not know the flying man but for saw, with her minds eye, that one day she might. And be he good or ill he seemed most interesting.
His body fell on the ground and lay still. He was no more. She switched the image.
Many Cats were on a mountain side calling up at the moon. They were singing. Singing songs to her, their Great Goddess. She arose from her throne and moved from her plane in Morbia through time and space to Ulthar, where the Cats were.
She appeared in a flash of green light and the singing increased ten fold. They were singing her name. Her true name, which could only be spoken by Cat tongs. She had been given many name, Mirage, Bast, Calisto, Ry'thanas. But this, this was her true Name sung by the tongs and voices of her chosen people and her vessels. It was a glorious feeling and pulsed through her.
The Cats of Ulthar were grateful to their Goddess, and they had never forgotten the old ways. For it was she who had slain the ManBeasts that killed their children and held them in buckets of black water till they were no more. It had been she who had cast them out of Ulthar into dark pits of the unknown. For she was great and mighty. The Great Cat Goddess of Ulthar.
The singing commenced all night under the light of a green gibbous moon until the sun appeared in the sky and the cats, having paid homage to their great Goddess, departed. All except for six large exceptional felines who asked to accompany her through time and space in order to server their Goddess however she might see fit. 'Please, our beloved, please take us with you.' Their souls pled. 'We wish to be with you always. Please'
The Goddess found great pleasure in this, she agreed and took them with her back to Morbia and accented them and in the accent the bodies of the Cats turned to fire. A fire that was fluid by chaos, fear and madness. They were now great protectors and great destroyers of the worlds. They were mighty and powerful. Ready to server their Goddess.