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NECRONOMICON
EDITED by ALLEN MACKEY
There was One Other. The Great One. Great Father and Great
Mother in One. Greater than Great Cthulhu, than Hastur his brother,
than Shub-Niggurath the Goat with a Thousand Young, than
Tsathoggua, than great Yog-Sothoth himself--for They are but One's
Spawn. One was once of the Great Old Ones, near the mightiest, for
One challenged the supremacy of Azathoth Himself, the blind idiot,
Lord of All. Nay, his children have told me--but this I may not
believe--that One (who is too great to be Named) was indeed Lord of
All! So great was One that They-Who-Are-Not-To-Be-Thought-Of,
fearing lest Evil become supreme, hurled him from his awful throne
and chained him with chains of flesh that he might not break to this,
the Planet of the Damned. As he fell he spawned Yog-Sothoth, who
only is less than Azathoth. So says great Cthulhu, first of the Great
Abominations which One formed from his own flesh to be his
servants and the masters of this planet.
Mighty was the Great One. Loathsome the body They had
bound him in--yet he gloried in its horror, and moulded it with his
own will into a Thing to describe which would strike death into the
craven soul of mortal men. The Faceless Nyarlathotep, messenger of
the Great Old Ones, could not endure the foulness that was One,
where he lay in a pool of his own slimy exhalations in the cavern in
the mountains, lay and ruled the world with the terror of himself and
the gods he had spawned. Had but I, Abdul Alhazred, been alive then
to worship him! Great his Children, diligently have I served them and
well have they paid me, with ecstacies the name of which would draw
shrieks of horror from those white-livered children-in-men's-shapes
who talk so loud of their puerile torturings with knives and fire and
water. But the Great One--to serve him would have been--would have
been....
At the head of the cleft was a cave. Caves are often inhabited by
animals. Animals can be eaten. Marcus Antonius led the way to the
mouth of the cave, but there all stopped. For from the cave came such
a stench as would putrefy a man's soul within his living body, and
more evil than that. None could advance further but Antonius, who
called them cowards and went on, went down into the dreadful gloom
of that cavern. Went alone....
It called for help, and twilight shrouded the sun, and the strong
shapes of the Wind Walkers, Ithaqua and Lloigor and Zhar and great
Hastur himself, came howling down. And Antonius saw and laughed
unafraid, and called upon Jupiter, whom the Greeks called Zeus, the
Lord of Heaven and master of storms, called asking for aid as from an
equal. And lo, on the Walkers and on Hastur, on Cthulhu hurtling
from the sea and on Yog-Sothoth gathering formlessly from
everywhere and nowhere, on all the hastening spawn of One, Jupiter
hurled his thunderbolts, and his laughter crashed and bellowed and
split the skies as he lashed back the children of One with the multi-
thronged lashes of the lightning.
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