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Content warning for profanity and snarkiness in case anyone is on a low saltiness diet.
This is Cthulhu Mythos/Lovecraft Mythos fiction. So, if that sort of thing really is not your bag, Baby, don't read it.
On with the show!
From the long shadow of a dimension outside Euclidian space,
a group of human spirits watched as a white-haired sorceress with skin the
color of lightly tanned leather railed at the spectre of an imposing-looking
man with silver hair, a slate-colored complexion, and impressive pointed ears.
A dark-haired, angular man with Middle Eastern features sat on a throne,
watching the proceedings in amusement.
“Idiot!” the sorceress snapped. “You destroyed your entire
solar system with your clumsiness! You are the most incompetent excuse for a ruler
that I have ever had the displeasure of dealing with. You are no monarch, Qweh.
You are a goon combined with a jester posing as a king. Curse the day that your
equally inept father succeeded in summoning my father and me. Damn this curse
afflicting my weary soul!”
“I did not realize that you bore the burden of a curse,
Madam Yadira,” the stately drow king interjected solicitously. “Perhaps I can
assist you in breaking your curse to atone for my folly. Can you tell me the
nature of said curse?”
“Moron! You could not assist me in sewing a serviceable quilt!
The curse I speak of is in my very blood. I am a witch, but no ordinary witch. My
mother is the lost Queen Nathicana, the benevolent sorceress who once presided
o’er all of space and time. My father is that peerless commander of the cosmos seated
upon yon throne—the mighty Nyarlathotep Himself, who, in His mercy, has spared
you from my wrath. For my own part, I would have incinerated you to a single
ash and ground the remains to dust beneath my boot. It is my immovable opinion
that you are vermin and will only spread the plague of your ineptitude to any
world you blight with your odious presence.”
Nyarlathotep held a jar containing sparkles of multicolored
light. Although the lights were visually appealing, they exuded unsettling,
malevolent energy. In the long shadow between dimensions, the spirit of a handsome,
flamboyant bald black man grimaced and turned away, rubbing his temples.
“Henry, you all right, Mate?” a small Caucasian man with
elfin features and shoulder-length hair the color of black coffee inquired.
“Bish, don’t worry about me,” Henry replied, his accent
identifying him as being from the New Orleans area. “I just been sensin’ the
motivations of that weird-ass, wrong-ass, wicked-ass Lite Brite for a few too
many minutes. Those little fucks think they bad, but they just plain ugly to
the core. I’ve known e coli that were more pleasant than that collection of
“Yah, they is a real can of worms,” said a tall, pale
Scandinavian spectre with straight flaxen hair flowing to his mid-back. “They
has no organization for their motivation, and they is stupid as mud. In the life
where we knowed them, I thought them such colossal idiots that I wondered if
one day they would forget to breathe. Their only desire is to lick Qweh’s arsehole,
from which they think the sun and moon shines.”
“Right you are, Ketil, and Qweh ain’t the brilliant visionary
they believe he is,” the small man agreed. “They think he’s a genius, but he’s
just a big wanker. Bloody king of the wankers he is.”
“He’s a royal jerkoff,” Henry smirked.
“Yah, but you know who else is a jerkoff?” Ketil speculated.
“Fucking Nyarlathotep and Yadira. They could stick Qweh into that jar with his
fellow jerkoffs and let them make a daisy chain and jerk each other off for
eternity and not make a bother for innocent souls again. But they shall release
the entire fuckery, partly because of some bullshit about the cosmic order, but
mostly because they are cunts.”
“We can discuss their cuntiness later,” Henry suggested,
putting a hand on each of his companions’ shoulders. “For now, Babies, let’s hush
and listen. We need to know what Yadira wants with Gerry, and we don’t want
them to hear us.”
“How could they hear us, Henry?” Gerry inquired. “We’re between
the bleedin’ dimensions. Anyway, Qweh has his head so far up his arse that when
he farts, he thinks he’s hearing a brisk gust of wind blowing through the trees.”
“Boyfriend, I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say
something so dense,” Henry sighed. “I couldn’t give a rare rat’s ass about Qweh.
He isn’t paying attention to anything but the fact that Yadira Root, the witch
who makes time her bitch and commands the cosmic forces like a five-star
general is chewing his ass up one side and down the other, while her father, the
big bad trickster god from beyond the stars, is holding Qweh’s moldy crew of
sycophants hostage in a jar. I do not want Nyarlathotep or Yadira to become
aware of our presence!”
“Yah, let us learn what we has comed here to learn,” Ketil
“You weren’t supposed to kill the thief,” Yadira railed at
Qweh. “You were supposed to allow him to hone his skills under your sister’s
tutelage. He possessed the dormant ability to form pathways in shadow and to
mold shadow into living creation. I needed him alive!”
“A triad of pardons, Madam Yadira, but if you had but let me
know that the thief must be spared…” Qweh started.
“I didn’t let you know because you would have telegraphed the
fact that Serab was being groomed for a special purpose,” Yadira explained. “Once
your sister realized the magnitude of his mission, she would have channeled her
magic into awakening his dormant abilities and asked him to use his powers to
spirit them away to who knows where.”
“Begging your pardon, Madam Yadira, but she did spirit him
“Yes, she spirited him away in spirit after you murdered
him, you dunce! Father, release this bungler’s useless companions and let them
be on their way. At least we know that Qweh will lead us to Serab whenever and
wherever he may reappear.”
“The actions of raving megalomaniacs are indeed predictable,”
Nyarlathotep is the creation of H.P. Lovecraft, initially
appearing in his 1920 story of the same name.
Nathicana is a character appearing in H.P. Lovecraft’s 1927
poem of the same name.
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This piece was created from the August WEP prompt Long
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meeting of a secret society.”
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That was fun! Not a lot of redeeming qualities amongst the group but they make for a great story! :)ReplyDelete
I think one could count the number of nice things that could be said about Qweh on no hands. Nyarlathotep and Yadira both have their moments of kindness--when it serves their agenda! The trio hiding in the shadow are good guys with foul mouths.Delete
Nasty and intriguing.ReplyDelete
I suspect I am going to have to read and reread several times to get fully across the myriad of stories/perspectives you have packed into this piece.
That's the trouble with having a brain that works the way the Tenth Doctor described time. My stories are a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey...stuff.Delete
It is enjoyable but somehow not as glittery as its previous episode. That one shook me at every sentence. This one had less powerful spell on me. Yet, looking forward to the upcoming episode.ReplyDelete
This bit has more of grunge than glitter to it. I think I would be inclined to agree that the last one was more viscerally powerful. This one is a bit puckish. Thanks for stopping by!Delete
It seems that no matter when or where human-types come into contact there's conflict and lots of nasty business. You've nailed that human quality here.ReplyDelete
Thank you. The trio of fellows hiding in the shadow don't necessarily go looking for trouble, but it always finds them!Delete
'Content warning for profanity and snarkiness in case anyone is on a low saltiness diet.' Even the warning was hilarious! I felt mostly I was a fly on the wall in Trump's White House. Maybe I took it the wrong way, but I saw plenty of allegories. Fun! Trouble always finds them for sure!ReplyDelete
It wasn't intentional as the Orange Buttplug wasn't in office at the time when I first created this story, but I've certainly seem more and more of him in Qweh since 2016. I certainly hope he ends up getting a good dressing down.Delete
Humans...I tell you! The dialogue has come up really well. Not much light there but fun!ReplyDelete
Thank you. It's definitely a dark place within a dark place!Delete
I find this story humorous. In fact I was cracking up as she was chewing out the dunce. And the conversation going on from the ones were observing flowed nicely and the funniness revealed through the eyes of what they saw.
Great job. I enjoyed your submission.
Thank you, Pat. I tried to leave a comment on your piece (three times) but they either got eaten or are in your spam folder.Delete
Why this felt like a commentary on this world's current affairs I don't know, but it did. And that Qweh reminded me of a particular living character too. :)ReplyDelete
Oh, it does to me too. I didn't notice until after I'd written it! I created these characters back in 2014, so at that point, Qweh wasn't anything but a villain in my Universe. He's taken on a lot more of Cheeto Twitler's attributes since 2016.Delete
A grim but, amusing tale with several perspectives telling it. Well done.ReplyDelete
Thank you. :-DDelete
Villains make fascinating characters sometimes. And what a bunch of villains we see here.ReplyDelete
Two of them who have the power to command the forces of time and space, and one inept bumbler who destroyed his own solar system. Politics as usual!Delete
This is a fun piece! This is a group of nasty characters I would never want to interact with myself, but they make for an entertaining read. And your content warning itself was entertaining!ReplyDelete
I wouldn't want to interact with them either, but they are fun to write about. Thanks for visiting!Delete
I like this Lovecraft-Netherworld mashup, very clever. This is funny on many levels. I like the content warning for just in case. Fun entry. Thanks for making me laugh. Hope to see more of it.ReplyDelete
Thank you. I'm always delighted when someone enjoys my weird sense of humor. It doesn't happen that way often!Delete
Well, this was fun! These characters aren't nice but they are interesting... and salty! As a Brit, I like the inclusion of wanker as a favourite epithet!ReplyDelete
The three ghosts are nice enough, they're just foul-mouthed. The other three, however, are best avoided. Thanks for reading!Delete
Very entertaining, Cara, Ornery Owl. Got a bit lost in the characters, though the dialogues were funny and incisive. Moron Henry = trump ? No offense to any Republicans out there ....ReplyDelete
Happy WEP week.
Henry is coming to haunt you for taking his good name in vain! He's the ghost of a blues musician who committed suicide following several tragedies.Delete
Qweh is an equivalent of tRump, although that wasn't the way he was created. I started writing this series back in 2014. Qweh was always a cruel, inept megalomaniac and the tRump equivalency has started to bleed in more and more. I don't mind. He's a character I love to hate, unlike Agent Orange, whom I straight-up hate.
I don't mind insulting Republicans, unless they start to see that electing dictators is doing no-one any favors. I don't like living in a banana republic.
Now that was an enjoyable read. The insults being bandied around warmed my heart and gave me a huge burst of energy. Great piece. I went back and re-read your last WEP offering and was delighted a-fresh.ReplyDelete
Thank you so much! I think you just made my day. :-)Delete
Fun ! I could hear her yelling at him. D. JarchowReplyDelete
Thank you! :-DDelete
Thank you for the warning, being a bit of prude I was aware when I was reading it and 'skipped' those words I don't particularly like. I think this is a story/theme that you can continue to expand on with all the themes coming up.ReplyDelete
You must have skipped half the story. ;-)Delete
I've been working on this particular series since 2014, but it's only this year that I've started letting it out of its cage.
You've let something good out of its cage! I'm not into Cthulhu, mainly because I can't type it, but this was good writing. Have fun with the rest of your world!ReplyDelete
Yes - I too am glad I know something of what to expect ... but bullies are too much ... but you have a fun way of exploring their rather unpleasant long shadows - I hope they get their cumuppance. Take care - HilaryReplyDelete
I hate it when mommy and daddy fight... Just kidding!ReplyDelete
This was some good times reading these characters arguing with each other. Some real hijinks there.