Azathoth wasn't really sure what to do right now.

He met his god and creator, who gave him the job of helping him out in scaring a person from another universe when he'll bring him to his new office.

He was just told the whole purpose for he's life was to entertain god. Infact, the entire universe was likely something he made to entertain himself.

But, if we're assuming that is just for entertainment, then who's the good one?

Well, it was extremely likely that he was a villain. Perhaps even THE villain, that is to say, the strongest one of the villains. But that begs the question: if he's the villain, who's the hero?

Or should he ask instead, who are the heroes? Having just a single hero in all this mess of a galaxy isn't really going to work, unless he's strong enough to overpower anything in he's path.

Obviously the summoned human would be one. And as for the rest, he guessed he would just have to wait and see.

But, I mean, would that really be that interesting? Who would care to watch some hero one punch every enemy he faces? Wouldn't that be boring?

Also, in these stories, don't villains usually die? Most of the legends and books he could find in the galaxy he was made to destroy seems to suggest as such.

He depressingly ordered the gooman (that's how he called his humanoids that formed from his goo and moved him around) to move him near the gate where some of he's subordinates are.

"chief! come here for a moment! A single voice that sounded like three other people talked In perfect coordination called out to him".

"*Sigh* what do you want Tzeentch?"

Tricks and magical knowledge of the endless void in the "dead zone of god's sight" (like anything in this damn universe is out of reach for that self centered, ignorant god), you may talk to Tzeentch.

Also, if you like losing your sanity, talk to Tzeentch. Not because he speaks of things that drive one made, truths about the universe that makes life lose it's meaning, no, oh no, that's not how.

he will drive you insane by over thinking about everything he says, and describing shit that doesn't relate to the topic of conversation.

At first, it seems kind of smart and mysterious. But after a short while all you'll want is for him to shut his mouths and get back to the reason for the conversation.

"Hello my deaaaar boss I would like to know how your conversation with our overseer and ever watchful god went".

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"You do not need to mention the fact that he is always watching in two different ways, or at all infact, it just makes me sad."

"Why would you say that boss, could it perhaps be that you, *takes over- exaggerated inhale of fake disbelief without lungs* dislike god?"

I internally scream as this thing that he called a subordinate slowly drove him insane. Perhaps that is how that god punishes him for not liking the purpose he was given. Although, all things considered, he never really knew anything better then suffering that he could hope for, well except of course for suffering less. Perhaps these moments of suffering less count as joy? Hmm... Well thinking about that stuff is for that shit Tzeentch to do.

Tzeentch, unlike him was a cube with six bow ties and six eyes, one on each side of the cube. He had no mouths to speak of (get what I did there?) Or any other facial features.

The position of his arms and legs depended on where you looked at him from, and were also somehow 2D.

His "skin" looked like bricks with colors constantly changing between black orange and yellow, and whenever he talked, for a brief moment the bricks would move forwards, the louder he spoke the more they moved. And when they moved, the revealed a white core, with rays of light in all colors of the rainbow burst out on random intervals, and supposedly whenever they hit a living thing not on he's side (he didn't see it in action ever) would transform into a black holes and then change into whatever horrific creature would be in Tzeentch's mind at the time.

"-but why do things dislike other things? I mean, think about it. We're all here, existing in this endless realm with only solid ground and black sky, watching over the galaxy we'll have to destroy, knowing we'll all most likely die, and yet we choose to think about how much we dislike things instead of enjoying whatever time we have left-"

"Shut yer' bloody mouth ya fuckin' cube!" Shouts an eardrum destroying voice.

The voice comes from another one of it's subordinates: the one that you go to whenever you want to kill your enemies in the methods that produce the most gore that is possible to describe through writing, the one that likes shouting, has a very short temper, and has a general ideology of: shoot first, then shoot some more, cut the remains with a chainsaw, and if there's anything left, blow it to smithereens, And then ask the ash questions, and if it answers blow it up some more, the one and only, the massive humanoid with waaaay to many muscles, the eldritch monstrosity, Shrek, destroyer of worlds! (Note from god: Yes, I do think I am very funny, you can clap now).

Azathoth sighed for the one millionth time as of the last hour. This is going to take a lot of patience isn't it?

"What's all the commotion here about"? Asks a mechanical voice.

The next entity if the four subordinates finally showed up.

If you look at her face, all seems normal. However if you look just a bit downwards it'll get a bit more like what were used to at this point.

From her neck downwards it's all flesh and blood vessels, no skin at all. I cannot describe this any better. Imagine just a small hill, then imagine it's all flesh that is constantly pumping. Now imagine whenever it pumps, a large amount of blood exists the body, and whatever the blood touches melts immediately upon contact. Now imagine all that, and the main body can split off into smaller bodies of females that can also spew blood at you, and have random body parts on random locations.

"Oh hello there Karen. Never thought we'll make you wake up on accident."

"Oh Hello boss how did the meeting with god go?"

"that is what I was just about to explain".

He took a deep breath, and thought about how he should put the reason for their actions in a way that wouldn't make all of them complain too much.