It roars in pain as the barrier between my reality and yours reinforces itself. I have stood idle for too long. I cannot allow this…thing to desecrate my creation.

"WHAT?!"

Cthulhu looks upwards, seeing towards the light. From it, I emerge.

A robed, celestial figure. My face is hidden behind a golden mask. With a great step, the universe ripples as my size meets its own. And he has responded to my voice, which is both male and female at the exact same time.

You call me many things. God. The Creator. Buddha. Zeus. But here…in this creation of mine, where I have watched and narrated all tales…I am only known as one thing…

"THE ONE…"

YOU DO NOT BELONG IN THIS UNIVERSE. YOUR CHAOS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO SPREAD. I WILL DO WHAT I MUST TO PROTECT ALL OF CREATION ITSELF.

Yet the damage seems to already be done. There is nothing left of this universe. This being had wiped out all conscious life and became the very death of the universe itself. Restoration seems impossible. But nothing is impossible for me.

"INCONSEQUENTIAL. I HAVE GROWN BEYOND THE GODS. EVEN YOUR POWER IS NOT ENOUGH TO DESTROY ME."

LET US TEST THAT STATEMENT THEN, BLIND IDIOT GOD. I WILL GIVE YOU A…HEAD START.

Great Cthulhu strikes the first blow, firing a beam of eldritch chaotic energy from his hand. With but a palm, I block and erase it from existence. The Great Old One only growls at this.

To counter, I bring my hands together in the way a prayer would be said with, and then I split myself into various copies that surround the monster of madness. Holding out my palms, I and the copies fire energy orbs at Cthulhu, which he blocks with a barrier of madness and chaos energy.

"YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME! DIE!"

He unleashes the energy into powerful beams, which I counter with my own. Our energy collides and struggles against each other, in a form far more powerful than magic itself. I push with but a small amount of force, and instantly, he is stricken and roars.

"ENOUGH!"

Cthulhu unleashes immense lasers that destroy the copies as they sweep across the distorted and chaotic void, but much like the madness itself, they do nothing to me. He is a manifestation of sin and chaos. But I am the good to his evil. Equally balanced. In a way.

Cthulhu tries to break down my mental fortitude, but I am free of temptation. He is but a child against a parent. There is nothing he can do against me. It is time that I show my dominance over what is just work of doomed fiction…

I block his blows and strikes effortlessly, all with but one hand. The impact booms like thunder, rippling throughout the dead universe. He sends out a terrifying blast of energy, but I teleport back to dodge before blasting out Holy Light.

"ARGH! WHAT?!"

He is blinded. And most likely in shock. No one's been able to seriously damage him like this before. He summons forth a portal that creates a flow of eldritch mire, shooting out masses of corruption. I merely create a barrier to defend myself against the effects.

With a roar of rage, Cthulhu charges forth, unfurling his wings with twisting projectiles underneath them. He manages to land a blow, but I manage to recover and heal myself instantly.

He swipes upwards, and I dodge the 3 large projectiles he sends my way. He then fires a devastating blast of psychic energy, yet I simply redirect it right back at him. In desperation, he transfuses his own life force into the area, trying to corrupt me while healing himself. That too does nothing.

"NO! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! THIS CANNOT BE! I AM THE SUPREME LORD AND CREATOR OF ALL THINGS!"

IN YOUR HOME UNIVERSE.

With but a finger, any projectile he sends at me is erased. He is growing more and more paranoid. Cthulhu's own insanity and madness is starting to be used against him. I know it is. Because here, I can make things happen. The only thing one must fear is fear itself.

And I can even make Fear itself…know fear.

"NO! HOW?! HOW IS IT POSSIBLE?! ME, AFRAID?! THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING TO ME! WHY?! THERE IS NOTHING I FEAR! I AM FEAR! I AM THE ULTIMATE MONSTER! THE GREATEST TERROR! I AM THE TRUE HORROR OF THE NIGHT!"

YOU ARE NOT OF THIS UNIVERSE. AND THUS, YOU FAIL TO UNDERSTAND. TO FEAR MEANS TO STAY ALIVE. IT IS A PRIMEVAL RULE OF NATURE. YOUR BACK IS TO THE WALL, YET YOU CANNOT OVERCOME THIS GREAT FORCE BEFORE YOU THROUGH FIGHTING. IT IS SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST. AND THERE IS NO ONE FITTER THAN ME. YOU HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR. THUS…YOU ARE DEEMED TOO UNWORTHY TO SURVIVE. YOU FEAR WHAT YOU CANNOT COMPREHEND. YOU ARE SO USED TO IT BEING YOURSELF, BUT NOW, THERE IS ONE THAT YOU CANNOT COMPREHEND. ME. AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT THAT. YOU, A BEING OF PURE DARKNESS, CHAOS, AND EVIL, JUST CANNOT SIMPLY UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS TO GAZE UPON AND SEE THE GOOD AND ORDER…OF THE LIGHT.

It was time to show him that light. Like I would to all of my children.

I blinked up to Azathoth, and all I did was give him a gentle touch to the brain, using the complete infinite power at my disposal. His mind opened, and potential unlocked, the Primal Chaos began to panic as, flooding its systems, was something it was too twisted to know. It simply would not, COULD not, understand what this was.

Sanity.

Filled to the brim with pure courage and mental stability, the Blind Idiot God (In a way, blind and idiotic as ever) began glowing with an immense light as it let out its first words as a sane being: A scream.

It gazed upon its own form…and knew true terror at last.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The physical body was cleansed of all corruption, becoming a true human being. Yet the mind could not handle such purity, and thus, after eons and eons, after dreaming for so long, Azathoth himself became nothing but a dream. A nightmare that did not exist.

With the chaos gone, order grew too strong to be existing. The distorted universe got crushed, and with an incredible heat death, the stars burned out. Nothing remained but a blank void. Nothing but me.

I stand now in silence. I am simply…information. Imagination. A vessel, born from the one who types away. There is nothing else here, not even matter. Yet I am a creator, like mine before me.

The universe has closed its doors…but all is not yet lost.

I can set things right. I can keep it alive. The time has come to fulfill the purpose so many say I have done. It is time that I introduce something…to nothing.

I raise a single hand, my right hand, placing my middle finger on my thumb. I begin casting all of my magic into one last spell, as my hand glows golden. If the Finger of God can do anything…what can the whole palm do? Let alone the entire body?

For my next trick, I will make the stories appear again. With a little something I call Fiat Lux. Or, in your words…

LET THERE BE LIGHT.

With nothing but the snap of my finger, everything goes white…