The Book of Genesis, in its account of Shem, Ham and Japheth, sons of Noah, teaches the supremacy of the white race.
Ham saw the nakedness of his father, but made no effort to cover him, and a curse was pronounced upon him and his posterity.
Noah awoke from his wine and said, "Cursed be Caanan [Ham]; a servant of servants shall he be among his brethren." "Blessed be the Lord God of Shem; and Caanan shall be his servant." "God shall enlarge Japheth [the white race], and he shall dwell in the tents of Shem; and Caanan shall be his servant" (Gen 9:25-27).
This edict was imposed by a wise and just God, and should not work a hardship on the black race. It cannot be otherwise that it should be for their good.
Until the curse is lifted from the human race, the very best position that the sons of Ham could be placed in is that of servants, thus establishing white supremacy as foretold more than four thousand years ago.
Bishop Alma Bridwell White, Heroes of the Fiery Cross, 1928
Swamp and lagoon country south of New Orleans, Louisiana, August 1, 1925
Two carriages and an automobile had set out from the NOPD headquarters in the late afternoon, headed south towards the bayou...
The twenty policemen were led by Inspector John Raymond Legrasse. By all accounts, Legrasse was a common-place looking middle-aged man. As they reached the end of the passable road, they found the reinforcements waiting for them: several dozen armed Klansmen.
...
New Orleans was the greatest city in the Neo-Confederacy, with a large population of negroes and mongrels to be taken care of with lynchings and murders. With the Union blockade now in full effect, the last thing the Rebels needed was a repeat of the Louisiana slave revolt of 1811.
Hence the preoccupation of the Grand Scorpion of the local Klan, a young Great War veteran by the name Cameron, with keeping white law and white order in the Crescent City. Several Klansmen had moved into New Orleans from other Rebel states just to police the area...
...some were veterans of the Tulsa Massacre back in 1921, eager to cleanse another neighborhood of its filth...
The city was ripe with rumours of black rebels in the countryside, and some whispered of vodou cults hiding in the bayou, of the muffled beat of distant drums in the dead of night...
...It was said that a Catholic priest had been found brutally murdered in one of the most ancient churches of New Orleans- though the police denied any such incident. If the story was to be believed, the murderers had stolen from a secret crypt, where something had been hidden two centuries prior by the French founders of the city...
...the dying priest had scribled on the stone altar with his blood a single word:
DOOM
And then Klansmen started vanishing into the night, as if they had been taken by the primordial bayou itself...
...
...The region now entered by the police was one of traditionally evil repute, substantially unknown and untraversed by white men...
...for miles [they] splashed on in silence through the terrible cypress woods where day never came. Ugly roots and malignant hanging nooses of Spanish moss beset them, and now and then a pile of dank stones or fragment of a rotting wall intensified by its hint of morbid habitation a depression which every malformed tree and every fungous islet combined to create...
...The muffled beat of tom-toms was now faintly audible far, far ahead; and a curdling shriek came at infrequent intervals when the wind shifted. A reddish glare, too, seemed to filter through the pale undergrowth beyond endless avenues of forest night...
...
Far within the black haunted woods, the centuries had not really passed; for the same terror must have beset the men of D'Iberville, and those of La Salle when they first ventured into this cursed land...
Suddenly a white mass emerged from the swamp. For but a moment, it looked like a swirl of twisting tentacles and six massive bulging eyes- but no, it was just a white alligator, shining like the full moon...
...
Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises heard by Legrasse's men as they ploughed on through the black morass toward the red glare and the muffled tom-tom. There are vocal qualities peculiar to men, and vocal qualities peculiar to beasts; and it is terrible to hear the one when the source should yield the other. Animal fury and orgiastic license were wipped themselves to daemoniac heights by howls and squawking ecstacies that tore and reverberated through those nighted woods like pestilential tempests from the gulfs of hell. Now and then the less organized ululation would cease, and from what seemed a well-drilled chorus of hoarse voices would rise in sing-song chant that hideous phrase or ritual:
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn"
Then the men, having reached a spot where the trees where thinner, came suddenly in sight of the spectacle itself...
...In the natural glade of the swamp stood a grassy island of perhaps an acre's extent, clear of trees and tolerably dry. On this now leaped and twisted a more indescribable horde of human abnormality that any but a Sime or an Angarola could paint. Void of clothing, this hybrid spawn were braying, bellowing and writhing about a monstrous ring-shaped bonfire; in the centre of which, revealed by occasional rifts in the curtain of flame, stood a great granite monolith... on top of which... rested the noxious carven statuette...
...It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind...
...
The cacophony of the celebration suddenly winded down and stopped, interrupted by a static, crackling sound...
Three figures emerged from the darkness behind the great monolith and its iridescent black stone idol. It was only then that Legrasse noticed just how thick the shadows were beyond the curtain of flame- which should have cast light everywhere around it...
Two of the figures were naked like the rest of the cultists; a sturdly-built man and a shorter, stunning woman. They must have been siblings, having identical dark skin, black hair and piercing eyes. She only wore a necklace of thin, sharp bones around her beautiful neck. They spoke what someone might describe as a sort of cajun-creole patois rife with francophone interjections and enough inter-dental fricative stops to stagger a New Yorker.
The third one was a tall, strangely thin man with the brown hair, light brown eyes and dark skin of a mixed-race creole. He stood out spectacularly, wearing a blood-red suit, long black dress pants and black gloves. As if to complete his dapper attire, he held a thin black cane in his hand, with a small red and black microphone attached to it...
...a handsomely stilish unholy cross between a radio host and a black sorcerer...
...and Cameron recognized him.
"N-no! it can't be- It's been seven years!"
"You know that monster?" Legrasse asked the Grand Scorpion.
"It was in France, during the war..." he started, his eyes fixed on the red-clad figure- like he had seen a ghost, "...he and his negro fellas were about to sell us to the Krauts- but we stopped them! I left him for dead in no man's land..."
"Seven years ago?" Another Klansman asked, "Where's he been?"
"Who gives a shit!?"
"It matters not." Inspector Legrasse stated coldly, matter-of-factly, "We are gonna make him wish the he'd stayed gone."
...
The cult leader at last spoke with a clear though distorted, static voice...
...as if he had given his voice to the shadows themselves- and they were speaking...
"The four thousand years of our subjugation are coming to an end. Our plight has been ordained in the days of Noah by the god of this Aeon; but while the living Authority- a mere usurper- has placed his exalted throne above the stars of Heaven, in his house at R'lyeh the dead Lord of the Earth waits dreaming...
What has risen will fall, and what has sunk will rise...
When the stars are right!"
"IA! IA! CTHULHU FHTAGN!"
"Surely l'Autoritè and Lucifèr are at war," the cajun woman, Serafine Savoy, inquired, "but how will de world know dat its anciènne Maitre is returnin'?"
"That's going to be easy, my strangely feline-looking friend! For tomorrow the world will marvel at the sight of our broken chains..."
The sorcerer slowly removed his left glove and clenched his fist, dark droplets of blood falling from it...
He suddenly turned to the shadows behind him-
"BEHOLD! THE PRICE OF OUR DELIVERANCE!"
Three vast pillars of fire erupted in a massive explosion, revealing something behind the great granite monolith...
...something that had just caught fire.
Three wooden crosses towered above the assembled cultist; and on the crosses were three nailed white men. Their chest and abdomen were horrendously mutilated- three vast letter K had been carved in their flesh...
And they were burning. Screaming.
...For five minutes the resultant din and chaos were beyond description...
A gunshot rang.
Legrasse appeared, his gun blazing...
"KILL THEM ALL!"
Some cultists fell immediately, shot dead. Others cast protective spells, dozens of bullets violently bouncing off magic glyphs in the air...
But it was too late.
By the time the Rebels started disappearing as they were dragged screaming into the swamp, they were already surrounded.
Throngs of primeval monsters rose from the misty, sickly green waters, holding spears and swords in their scaly, clawed hands...
Sea-green Lizard-men: children of Bokrug the Great Water Lizard!
The race that once avenged the grey stone city of Ib- when in but a single night tore down the towers and domes of doomed Sarnath!
And in the midst of a holocaust of ecstacy and slaughter, the blood-sorcerer smiled...
As he elegantly swung his cane in the air, he started to dance...
...and sing...
Hello, it's nice to meet you!
Can you tell me where I am?
I don't know how I got here
But I think I'm starting to understand
I don't belong among the Angels
And baby that's just fine with me- HA!
The things I did in France were high school
But now I'm going for my degree
HEY!
Sorry but you just got in my way
I promise honey I can feel your pain
Maybe I enjoy it just a little bit
DoESThatTmAkeMeINSANE?
Haven't been the same since I expired
Doesn't mean that I plan to retire
And now I have the power to bathe all of you
IN ENTERTAINING FI-
He noticed Cameron in the crowd!
Wait a minute, do I know you?
Weren't you an old pal of mine?
Departed from us far too early
But now we're meeting a second time
We used to have such fun together
And maybe you have what I need
But first I have one tiny question
TelLMedOyouFUcKersBLEED?
HEY!
Sorry but you just got in my way
I promise honey I can feel your pain
Maybe I enjoy it just a little bit
DoESThatTmAkeMeINSANE?
Haven't been the same since I expired
Doesn't mean that I plan to retire
And now I have the power to bathe all of you
IN ENTERTAINING FIRE!
Instantly, random policemen were on fire- like living, writhing, screaming torches!
Some fell into the swamp and kept burning- and as the Lizard-men started dismemebering them they were still burning.
The crazed cultist took long wooden spikes and started impaling their burning, screaming enemies- and then raising their writhing bodies high in the air and dancing in circles around the granite monolith and bathing in their blood! And the bodies and severed burning limbs went up and down at the infernal rythm of demented jazz from Hell!
HEY!
SORRY BUT YOU JUST GOT IN MY WAY
I PROMISE HONEY I CAN FEEL YOU PAIN
MAYBE I ENJOY IT JUST A LITTLE BIT
DOES THAT MAKE ME INSANE?
HAVEN'T BEEN THE SAME SINCE I EXPIRED
DOESN'T MEAN THAT I PLAN TO RETIRE
AND NOW I HAVE THE POWER TO BATHE ALL OF YOU
IN ENTERTAINING FIRE!
Sorry but you just got in my way...
I promise honey I can fell your pain...
Maybe I enjoy it just a little bit...
Does that make me INSANE?
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...
The entire police force was massacred, and the surviving Klansmen were restrained. They had to be kept alive, so they could suffer a fate worse than death.
Cameron was tied and dragged by a Lizard-man before the granite monolith...
"Grand Scorpion!" the sorcerer mocked him, "You are the one that made this whole show possible, all those years ago, when we last met. Good job!"
He looked up in terror at the dark avenger he had thought dead for seven years...
"...Alastor..."
"I understand your confusion, my dear; the man you knew died in that crater where you left him seven years ago. He wasn't going to return to a normal life after the war anyway BUT something else came to me in no man's land...
...He was a messenger sent to me by Maitre Carrefour. I saw a spirit, my diable, in the shape of a blood-red stag, with antlers black as the night...
...He guided me back home, and to the depths of the bayou and then on a perilous journey to the East, where amid the pathless deserts of Arabia lies the center of the Cult of Cthulhu, in the City of Pillars. There I entered the graces of my Lord, the great Cthulhu..."
"Y-you... you are insane!"
"Of course I'm insane, what's your point!? Don't you know that all who rigthly understand the verses of the Necronomicon go insane? And I did much MORE than that..."
"You..." Cameron could feel his grasp on his sanity growing weaker, "You were a traitor- I did what I had to... to save me and my friends from the Germans-"
"THAT MAN WAS NEVER THE ENEMY! And even if he was, even if... I had betrayed my country, I came back from the war to find my home burned to the ground and my mother HANGED! WHAT HAS SHE DONE!?"
"...W-what?" He was taken aback by such an obvious question...
"...She was negro scum like you-"
Serafine kicked him in the face with the butt of a rifle.
"De show is over for you and your kind..." She said, "Cette nuit de bayou is ours. Tomorrow...
...ve take our city back!"
...
As his bloody face was lying on the ground, Cameron realized that he couldn't move. He couldn't move anything..."
Black tendrils were rising from the mossy ground reaching for his head...
He would have fought back, he would have screamed- but he was paralyzed, his terror muted and frozen in place by some spell...
He tried to look up, but only saw him...
And in his mind he was him growing into a titanic monstrosity... He saw his long fingers changed into blood-red claws, his neck growing like a sickening, mutated branch and his smile twisted into an array of yellow fangs dripping with torrents of blood... His hair were black and dark red, and colossal black antlers grew from his head like a web of shadows...
And his eyes...
...wide open, unmoving...
...and as the shadowy tendrils finally entered his mouth and his nose, searching for his brain...
...he started to sing...
Let's begin...
I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone
Tune on in...
When I'm done
Your status quo will know its race is run
Oh, this will be FUN