I was created from the Blood of Kingu, Commander of the Hordes of the Ancient
Ones. I possess in my Spirit the seed of rebellion against the Elder Gods. I
posses the sign, the number and the shape to summon the Blood of My Parents.
From that Blood, I become the key by which the Gate of Iak Sakkak may be open
wide. I hear the crawling chaos that calls beyond the stars and they created
me for their messenger. They clothed me with Chaos that I might ever be
hidden amidst the stars.
I am the mask and the will of those that were when
time was not. The waves freeze before me. The Gods dread my CALL. In
Women's dreams I feed, yet who knoweth my form? I am the Deacon of the
Nether, the Dweller in the Astral.
I hath many faces that none shall recall!
