"F' AH'MGEHYE NILGH'RI!"
The fist pounded hard on the armrest of the throne of frozen agony, the sound echoing like thunder, booming out like the drums that once silenced him.
It growled in insane rage. As of now, his heralds had all fallen and failed. Imhotep. Ephraim Darkwell. Karloff Mennis. Vlad Tepes The Third. And now…even Slappy.
Of course, his arrogance would be his undoing. The puppet had it coming. Much like the Vampire King that came before him, he had the pride to DARE and defy the Primal Chaos…and paid the price. Still…once again, it had been robbed of a chance to conquer and corrupt that dimension.
It gripped the staff tightly. The rage was so great that It was beyond words. Even those beyond mortal comprehension. Still…that mere being…whose life was like a grain of sand in an infinite desert compared to its own…
The being actually managed to HURT It. Using the power of the very stones It had created.
How…infuriating.
It let out a sigh of disappointment. A setback. But Fier knew…that it would be the last.
"FINE. I'LL DO IT MYSELF."
And with a great motion, he rose up from his throne. Slamming his staff onto the invisible ground, sending cosmic ripples through the chaotic and destroyed universe, he summoned forth grotesque and horrible things that answered his bidding.
The Crawling Chaos. The Lurker At The Threshold. Burrowers Beneath. Father Dagon, Mother Hydra, and their Deep Ones. The Elder Things. The Fungi from Yuggoth. The King In Yellow. The Black Goat of a Thousand Young. The Secret Daughter. The Mighty Mother. The Coiled One. The Dunwich Horror. And many more whose names were dreaded to be said.
"FIND R'LYEH. AWAKEN CTHULHU…"
The dark and terrible obeyed their dark and terrible master, roaring and screaming as they scrambled like mad through portals they forced open.
Fier only laughed. The time had finally come.
The whole of all creation…would be reduced to nothing but chaos…
TO BE CONCLUDED IN GOOSEBUMPS: THE DARKEST DREAM
