Cold noises kept echoing through the castle, whispering secret spells as they danced around their horrific ruler.
Each one hymned a different spell as they worshipped their lord with each word they uttered, gifting their entire being repeatedly to their dark lord as they only found delight in his eternal love.
Each word that worshipped the Chaos-God fuelled him with energy, letting his smile grow wider and wider as the immense power he held slowly started to distort reality around them and complete the last part of his ritual.
But once completed, the Sultan slowly lost his balance as his soul was slowly ripped apart by the massive power that now invaded his weakened body. But before he could even show a sign of weakness two hands embraced him from behind as they kept chanting the secret spells of her underlings, making the Sultan sigh in relief as he looked up to their owner, “In these last days you truly grown to a beautiful Saint of chaos, former Oracle of Elaira.”
But upon hearing these words, the former oracle turned her face away as she still felt too disgusting to be flattered with such words, only to feel a warm hand embracing her in tears tainted cheek, “Your beautiful eyes which have been tainted with the truth of the world are truly a perfect match for this seducing and perfectly gifted body of yours. There is not a single being out there which could match your beauty~”
Hearing such words again made the Saintess blush in embarrassment as she slowly returned her face to her master, “My lord, please don’t flatter me so much... Compared to your beauty mine is not even worth mentioning. I beg you please don’t--”
Before the Saintess could end her sentence, her voice suddenly vanished as her lord slowly turned around, catching her gaze with his as he slowly drew her face closer to his, touching her lips almost with his as he spoke up.
“I’m not lying my precious Saint~ It’s the first time I found such a beautiful soul and body paired together. And now where you have received the blessings of chaos you truly ascended to a different realm of beauty.”, The Sultan said before he started walking around her, enjoying the beauty of his Saintess as he continued.
“Snow-white hair that could even freeze hell itself... Red eyes that shine like a dying sun ready to explode... Pale skin as smooth as silk... And a body able to even seduces a Supreme God... You’re very existence is sheer blasphemy against the deities you once worshipped, and the very reason I can’t lay my eyes of you~ Without a doubt... You alone are the most beautiful creation this world has ever created~”
Once he finished the Saintess dared to speak up, shaking wildly as her creator’s hands kept caressing each part he mentioned earlier, slowly tearing her last bit of will-power apart as her body begged for more, “My... Lord... Please... I can’t... If you say... such things to me... While doing... This... Then I can’t keep... myself together... I beg you... Please... Have some mercy with me!”
Seeing her desperate try to hold herself together paired with her beautiful voice begging him to have mercy was a feast for the Chaos God. War and murder, Pleasure and Excess, Decay and Despair, Change and knowledge, as well as Corruption and Destruction, all were one in Chaos and so all one in him.
They all were a significant part of his personality which the Walking Chaos not once tried to hide. No. It was the other way around. Azathoth was showing off those parts of him and enjoyed each second, making even the ones who hate him the most envious of his infinite freedom.
But even Azathoth who is known as the freest being there is has duties, he and only he can do, starting with the one he has prepared right before him, “Enough playing. It’s time to birth new Chaos.”
Following after his statement a snap echoed through the room, summoning countless souls all pressed together, illuminating the room with glowing white light, “That should be enough, I hope.”, saying that the Sultan looked down at the circle before him, noticing that his sight suddenly went blurry, making him realize that the massive loss of energy he suffered already started to push him to his upmost limits.
“My head feels heavy... But... No time for excuses...”, Following his own will, the Sultan raised both his arms, activating his skill as he was ready to create life once again.
The Saintess watched in awe as she was ready to witness the birth of new creatures akin to the one, she has already met before. But the Supreme ruler had other intentions.
This time the Sultan wanted to go beyond, this time he wanted to create something no one before him did and ever will. He wanted to create beings worthy to be called his perfect creation, beings able to unleash true chaos and alter the balance of this world forever, beings fitting to be the next in command after him and only surpassed by him.
But he knew he had to sacrifice more than just a couple souls to create such beings. He had to sacrifice parts of his own to create such monsters. Only that would perfect them in the way he imagined them.
However, the Sultan already made his decision, and what followed was a sight his servants would never forget.
Azathoth started to absorb and gather all souls he summoned inside him, making the entire Void shake in response as he separated half of his soul in exactly four pieces. These pieces each instinctively absorbed the souls within the deity one after another and slowly started to collapse and reconstruct themselves within the deity’s core until they finally stabilized.
Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.
Once stabilized, the four new souls left their creator’s body and started to manifest themselves within reality, embodying each one aspect of Chaos that their creator gifted them.
But unable to control their own energy created by their very birth it spread and conquered the room in an instant, deforming the very reality within it in all kinds of ways, leaving all witnesses speechless despite one. And that one was no other than the Sultan himself, who smiled bright as he alone knew what was about to come.
And as he predicted came to pass. The four souls formed and forced their manifestation into Existence, destroying the first layer of reality as they did so, shooting them and their creator to the outer plane of the Void.
Finding himself surrounded by nothing but familiar empty darkness the Sultan smiled as he looked at the four new beings he created. Each fiber and each part of their existence was the same as their creator’s, making them closer to him than any other being could ever dream to be. And yet the deity was looking troubled as he looked at their very soul, seeing the names engraved within them, revealing their identity to him like an open book, answering another question he forgotten about.
“So, you are the four Outer Gods I created.”
“Yes, your majesty!”, All four responded in absolute synchronization as they kneeled before their creator.
“I see.”, In that moment Azathoth’s eyes jumped from side to side as he analyzed the four gods before him.
The first Outer-God that caught his eye was a woman clad in a beautiful maid uniform.
She was a Red-haired beauty who surpassed the term beauty with each part of her with madness filled body, blessed with beautiful ash-white skin followed by a pair of eyes identical to her creator’s, which loved to look at the perfect being that created them. Her body suited her master's taste and lacked in no area, gifted with a voluptuous bust multiple times bigger than the average size and a well-built body able to perform any wish her master could ever direct at her.
The next God to catch his attention was a solid humanoid black mist able to change between its misty form and its solid form.
This being too was blessed with the same eyes as its creator yet possessed two white pupils instead of two red ones. Yet Its body always changed its form, enjoying the ability to be whatever it desires to be by constantly creating new maddening bodies for itself, each worse as the one before as it tried to meet its creator's expectations.
Following after the mist was a being made of pure sounds that tried to form a somewhat humanoid form.
This deity seemed intelligent at the very least and slightly moved to its almost silent madding symphony yet remained a mystery to even its own creator, fascinating the same creator with each second he looked at it while enjoyed its horrific sounds as he kept humming the mysterious sounds he heard.
But then to end his already too long adventure the Sultan laid his gaze upon the last Outer-God. A being which like the maid before took a human-like form yet remained different as goat-like features kept blessing her body.
The thing the Sultan instantly notice about her was her black beastly legs which started with multiple sharp fangs that carved themselves in the lower part of her waist and ended in two golden hooves that crushed the ground beneath her with absolute force. Following afterwards were her beastly arms which were covered in the same black fur as her legs and her goat-like curved horns that sprouted out of her silk-like black hair. Her face was beautiful fitting a goddess as herself and was perfectly paired with her excessive voluptuous body that surpassed all other beings of the same gender, confirmed by her extremely revealing clothes that allowed one to do so.
Finally stopping after his eyes finished their sightseeing tour, the Sultan sighed in relaxation as he teleported them all back to his castle, sick of the familiar darkness that tortured his sanity a long time ago.
The four deities were only able to witness the strange rush-noise before realizing they were brought back to the place; they would soon call home.
“His majesties power sure is frightening...”, the Maid stated as she admired her master, showing of her maddening beauty which alone surpassed even that of her sister as she was “The One Who Defies”.
But as the other three joined their sister, praising their lord’s power, The Sultan remained silent as he saw four familiar screens appearing before the four deities, only visible to him.
The first screen was the status screen of his maid.
[Status]
[Name: Nyarlathotep
Race: Outer-God
Titles: The Crawling Chaos, God of a Thousand Forms, Stalker among the Stars, The godly Maid. The One Who Defies.
Class: Evil-Deity.
Skills:
The Crawling Chaos, Nyarlathotep.
The Faceless with a Thousand Forms.
Void-Eyes of Destruction
The One Who Defies
The Cheater of Reality
The Queen of Lies
The Eldritch One]
Fascinated by Nyarlathotep’s status the Sultan looked at the next screen next to Her's.
[Status]
[Name: Nameless
Race: Outer-God
Titles: The Nameless mist that reigns over the shadows, Milk of the Void, The God with Countless Faces, The One Darker than Black, The Phantom King, The Queen of Shadows
Class: Evil-Deity.
Skills:
The One with No Face
The offspring of the Void
The Phantom King
The Non-existent
The Silent Shadow
The Eldritch One]
Finishing this status, the Sultan immediately jumped to the next, already smiling as he was waiting for this moment.
[Status]
[Name: Tru'nembra
Race: Outer-God
Titles: The Angel of Music, The Flautist of Chaos, The Choir of Destruction, The Blood God, The Prince of War.
Class: Evil-Deity.
Skills:
The Mad Flautist
The Living Instrument
The Singing Destroyer
The Prince of War
The Blood Tyrant
The Eldritch One]
“Interesting...”, The Sultan said as he couldn’t hide his smile, amazed by no other than himself for creating such absolute beings, unable to stop himself from looking at the last screen.
[Status]
[Name: Shub-Niggurath
Race: Outer-God
Titles: The Black Goat Destined to have a Thousand Young, The Goddess of the Woods, The All-Mother, The Goddess of Fertility. The Queen of Secrets
Class: Evil-Deity.
Skills:
The All-Mother
The Eternal One
The Fertility-Goddess, Shub-Niggurath
The Goddess of the Woods
The Queen of Gluttony
The One Loved by All
The Eldritch One]
But as the Sultan watched the last screen, the goddess behind it started to tremble as she noticed her creator staring at her. A couple seconds later the fertility goddess was sweating as she started to breath heavily followed by a bright smile that formed on her blushing red face as she covered her lower private part in a calming motion.
Her mind already started to fall apart as it begged the Sultan to violate her body for the rest of eternity, only able to stay intact through her sheer will and respect towards her creator.
But that changed the moment she heard his next words, destroying her mind entirely.
“Shub, I want you to come with me, the rest is dismissed for today.”