The high priest of the old ones watched as his city bubbled around him, ancient, forgotten, lost. Nothing was left of his age, or would ever be left, the eldritch beings that once filled the evervast cosmos were fading away, lost to the aetherial forces that drove them into being created. Azathoth was gone, the remaining few of the beings that made up the once great Pantheon were fading or forever to remain like he was. Nyarlathotep was nothing more than a writhing mass of flesh and decay in his prison in the outer realms of R'ukith, Shub-Niggurath was chained to the Depths of the Pit of that Chaotic pit known as Tartarus, forever spewing out monsters that would be reborn from the Primordal's body.
Faded or not, he at least wasn't going to let the pantheon pass away. No, he found that the humans had been receptive to the birthing or half deities before, he wasn't a fool like his former brethren to see it coming. It was inevitable that things like this would happen, time would come and sink its ever ticking claws into everything it could find, the foolish concept thought it could win when time meant nothing to him. He had taken time to plan this little excursion out, millions of years to plan for it exactly but now, it was time to begin. His cultists were sifted for the best of them, the females tested and instructed. Only one stood out amongst them, he found her irresistible to view.
She not only could view his form, but she wasn't able to be driven insane from it, in fact, she was quite the opposite. She was more attracted to him than a real human, something about how 'humans don't have all the fun parts that you Old Ones do.' He didn't know how long he bred with her, but she was with child, his own flesh and blood within a human. The power was growing inside her womb, a power that hadn't been felt since the time his pantheon had ruled, but now it was the start of a new age. The age of Darkening Insanity would start with his own son, The Son of Cthulhu. The human female then was put in the America's to raise the child, he couldn't be there or the other pantheons would notice his presence.
Such things could not be allowed to interfere with his plan of regrowing the pantheon that the being known as Chaot'icalothan or Chaos, the Primordial of the Nothingness, started. Chaos was his many times great aunt, Sister of the formerly sleeping and now faded Azathoth, but also worshipped in lesser circles as the "Mother of the darkness, the Chaotic breeder and the Lusteful Void Goddess". She would happily help in this plan to return the pantheon to its greater days, but with newer deities to fill in the voids that the rest of the imbredded family couldn't handle. Another cultist would make sure that Sally, for that was her name, was protected from all harm.
He's unyielding gaze focused the star's, the lights that would form into the right alignment and bring him out of his self created prison. The time would come, yes, but he wouldn't allow that filthy mongrel to ruin his design of greatness. His tentacles writhed as he turned his head towards the shore that marked the human city known as New York City, finding the one that he had bred for this purpose. He smiled before closing his eyes, he would have to focus on making sure his child would grow into his successor properly unless those other pantheons found him first.
Sally Jackson smiled to herself as she relaxed on the reclining armchair, her hand brushing over her slowly growing belly. She smirked at the thought of actually carrying the son of her God, it was quite the experience but something she would willingly do again. Cthulhu had made her his; his consort, his concubine, his lover, now the mother of his demi-deity. She cooed as she felt her child's tendrils rub up against her belly, the oddity of it making her flush in excitement before she calmed herself. One mustn't be too excited when caring for the new generation of the Elder Deity she worshipped, she had a very important job ahead of her.
She stood, her outfit consisting only of a knee lengthening nightgown that was open to show off her body, before she walked to the kitchen to get some food. She could feel the powerful gaze of her God on her as she sent a mental caressing touch out to him, letting him enter her mind, soul and body to feel their child. He accepted the invitation, his powers flowing over her and making her feel aroused, even orgasmic at the presence that filled her. Her belly squirmed, making Sally put a hand to it as she hummed a gentle tune, calming the tentacles baby growing inside her body. The presence left her, her God had more pressing matters to attend too after all.
Sally made herself some soup, gently rubbing her belly as she stirred the liquid in the pot. She knew just how powerful this child could be, she had seen it in visions from when she was a little girl. Now, it was coming true, her life was going to change for the better. At least until her son would begin to start his own devious cults and create his own path in the emptiness of space. Maybe he would do the same as his father, breed her with his young, or even turn her into a deity that could do just that. That thought was very heated, making her body shiver before she turned off the stove. She could wait for a very long time for when things could be done, even if it meant some things would have to be forgotten.
Chaot'icalothan gazed upon her many times great nephews' plans on that planet that she had given birth to. The deity had been much of a disappointment, her siblings were much the same, the only redeeming attribute was the fact that Gaia had given birth to so many other deities that it made her weaker qualities pale in comparison. That was the only good thing to come from this, of course, Gaia was also the planet her nephew had once ruled until the younger Old Ones decided to enforce the rules upon him. Pity it didn't work out for them, in the end, only Cthulhu lived on as well as a few other beings. Manifesting herself into the body of a voluptuous female, Chaos studied the woman that would birth her nephew's child.
The Fates wanted her to sire that Sea God's spawn, but her body wouldn't allow such defiling due to being inducted at such a young age. Pity she wasn't in her cultist group, Sally would have been a great asset. Chaos crossed a leg over the other, one arm snaking under her impressive bust as she put a hand to her cheek. Contemplating, thinking of what she could do to help in the process of this revival, not much she was doing anyway. She smirked as she waved her hand, several female bodies forming out the void, taking shape like that of her Nephew. Just without the wings of course, she pushed life into them and placed them around Sally's house, a guardian and playtoy, a gift. Besides, she always wanted her nephew to give her proper grandchildren that weren't like his previous ones.