"Father... Spread your madness upon humanity... Show them the true horrors of the Outer Gods and let them tremble in fear from your presence... For the cleansing of humanity shall give rebirth to a new planet..."
The words of Nyarlathotep echoed through the one called Azathoth descending towards Earth leading a fleet of eldritch deities filling the now blood red skies shrouding every inch of the planet. People everywhere who hadn't taken shelter started to scream or go completely silent. Fires spread in the streets of various cities all across the world from the rioting. What once were shouts of anger and frustration have turned to shrieks and cries of help. Every station on public television had cut off their programming and continuously played an ominous emergency broadcast on repeat.
The many eyes of Azathoth narrowed in on the massive creature ascending towards him. Soaring up through the clouds was Cthylla, raising her arms up as she flew up towards him and grabbed his tendrils, sinking her claws into his fleshy exterior. He was now caught in her grasp, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer strength of the secret daughter of the Great Old One. Several of his tendrils shot out and stabbed Cthylla through her coarse, rough skin. She shrieked but refused to release him, slowly tearing into his flesh. A couple nearby entities began to make their way towards her before the swarms of byakhee ascended to fend them off and protect her. In her mind, all she cared about was stopping the primordial demiurge from reaching the planet.
Warning. The government has issued an emergency broadcast alert. All residents are to evacuate the area and seek shelter immediately. Unknown threats have been identified in the skies above. Remain in safe areas until further notice.
Joseph and Margaret held each other close while they stared blankly at the broadcast on repeat. All was calm inside the bunker with the few residents having panic attacks or spouting their thoughts on the current situation. Laurie had left to go cower inside her room while Omari was busy comforting his family. Any glimmer of hope he had left were diminished, watching other people slowly losing their minds and sanity trying to cope with the world ending and reality shattering apart. He didn't speak. Margaret didn't speak. Only the sounds of other residents speaking around them could be heard. This was the end he thought. While they may survive, imagining the destruction outside only made his heart sink. At least he had his family he also thought to himself.
"No now we really don't know what is happening up there I'm telling you! It looked like...like some sort of alien invasion straight out of a movie!" A male scientist spoke to a group of paranoid people. "Literally none of our surveillance could have predicted this! We're still unsure why this is even happening..."
"We're all fucked! All of us!"
"Even if we survive how will we rebuild??"
"It's all over from here..."
The group of people were in a state of panic, leaving the scientist feeling hopeless and leaving them be. He wandered around until coming across what looked like a chapel. Every pew was occupied with people either listening to the black-robed priest with glasses or praying quietly to themselves. Dozens more stood around, leaned against the walls or sat down on the floors. As he entered, one person got up from the pew to leave with tears in her eyes. He decided to take the seat, sitting next to an elderly woman holding onto a box with a name inscribed on the top; James. Ashes of her husband he assumed but wouldn't ask about it out of respect. He took a deep breath to focus his attention on the priest speaking;
"Now we find ourselves in the end times! We should all be grateful we still find ourselves in a sanctuary such as this instead of outside where foreign deities descend upon our planet! All of you must keep your faith to our lord strong and your minds solid like steel! For we must-!"
"Have you seen on the news what's happening out there? There is no God! God has abandoned us all! This is no Rapture! This is the apocalypse! Who's to say we all won't be warped into some dimensional rift that tears our atoms apart?!" A disgruntled man in the first row shouted.
"I assure you that God has not left us! This is surely the work of the devil who has gained his grasp on us as-"
"They came from the cosmos! Not the Hell we know of below, but from the very stars we gaze into every night! Explain that!"
The scientist could understand the frustration of the people even as the priest frantically defended his faith and the words he spoke. He was sickeningly curious to see the outcome of this dispute and remained in place to hear them both out.
Natalia pointed a single finger towards Victoria. She then snapped her fingers. Nyarlathotep lunged through the air towards Hastur. Victoria jumped back and thrust her hand out up towards the horrific deity. Hastur extended his tendrils out and grabbed Nyarlathotep, slamming him onto the rooftop surface. He tightened his grip but the sinister shadow broke free, thrusting the tendrils protruding from his back towards Hastur, piercing through his sleek black skin.
"You will meet your end here, king in yellow..." Nyarlathotep hissed, lunging and sinking his claws into Hastur. Victoria knelt to the ground, writhing in pain. She clenched her fist together and stood back up, motioning her hands in a peculiar way. As Nyarlathotep lunged at Hastur, he sunk his claws into him but felt two sharp tendrils stab into his back and toss him away. He landed right in front of Natalia, whom was gritting her teeth. She glared at Victoria with her piercing red eyes.
"Why do you resist, child?! Accept the end! Accept the fall for what it is... Fate." She grimaced. Victoria shook her head.
"No... No I will not let my family's ties to this old god wither away with the erasure of humanity. You won't win this..." She hissed, raising her arms then bringing them down. Hastur ascended into the air then descended, thrusting his feet into Nyarlathotep's body. Natalia backed up into Madison with a hand over her stomach, feeling her guts wrenching. Nyarlathotep shook a bit before dissipating into nothing. He reappeared behind Hastur, grabbing the tendril behind his head and with sheer force, pulling on it with such might that it tore right out then tossed it aside. Victoria cried out with a sharp pain shooting up her back. Adrian ran up to her and grabbed her to keep her from losing balance.
Hastur groaned, turning around to see Nyarlathotep snickering then readying for another attack.
"Thy refuses... To die here..."
Right as Nyarlathotep lunged forward hissing, Hastur raised the tendril protruding from the front of his chest, shoving it right through the center of Nyarlathotep's chest, stopping him in place as he hung in the air. The remains of the rear tendril wriggled around, constructing themselves together and forming into a whole new tendril. He then wrapped his other tendrils around Nyarlathotep's limbs and began pulling. He let out a sharp growl trying to free himself. Natalia got back onto her feet and called out;
"Don't let it end like this! Without you the fall cannot end everything!" She shouted.
Nyarlathotep shifted his head around, slashing at Hastur's throat and freeing himself. Grabbing Hastur by the throat, he began squeezing down on his thick skin. He hissed, slamming Hastur down and stepping on his chest to pin him down. He then bent down and began tearing at him with his claws, cackling wickedly.
"Goddamn it... I can feel his pain..." Victoria whimpered, pressing a hand against her chest. Natalia left Madison's side and started walking towards Victoria with a determined swagger in her steps. Adrian pointed towards her.
"Uh... S-she's coming this way." He murmured to Victoria. She struggled to stand her ground as Natalia approached her. Adrian pulled the gun out and aimed it at her. "Don't... Don't make me-"
"Drop it now." Natalia demanded. Adrian shook his head. She sighed and walked past Victoria over to him, swiftly grabbing his wrist and squeezing it. He yelled in pain, dropping the gun. She then lightly kicked him in the stomach, knocking him down. Victoria looked in shock, feeling anger welling up inside. Natalia turned around and approached Victoria, grabbing her by the neck with a single hand, her nails digging into Victoria's skin. She grit her teeth and grabbed her arms, but she did not let go.
"Fuck... You... Ouch! Hey!" Victoria spat feeling the nails dig in deeper. Natalia shook her head, meeting eyes with Victoria.
"I do not wish to hurt a young woman like yourself... Your little friend held me at gunpoint so I had no choice but to retaliate. Just... Give... Up. No matter how much you fight and struggle it's hopeless. I retain a greater power then you. I'm the superior one here, child. I... I'm sorry things had to come to this. But the fall... Was inevitable. Call back your deity and I will let you go. We can watch the world burn together in peace, if you just surrender yourself. Do not stand against our fate." Natalia said coldly with a hint of emotion in her tone. A single tear fell from Victoria's eye, the pain she was feeling was excruciating. Her heart was pounding inside her chest, unable to get herself free from Natalia's grasp.
"I-I can't... Accept this, you fucking corrupted fiend. I went through the emotional turmoil and the toll it took on me to... To uncover what my family kept secret for ages And n-now... Now more then ever I need to do this. We don't deserve this fate... Th-there is hope..."
"Silence! There is no hope for you or us! Give up this false pride you wear you ignorant child!" Natalia grabbed her neck with her other hand now, shaking Victoria violently back and forth. "Why can you not get it through your thick skull that we're all fucked?!" Her nails sank into Victoria's neck, tiny trickles of blood seamed from the marks.
The yellow and gold marks on Hastur all began to radiate with a much brighter glow then before. All of his tendrils latched themselves onto Nyarlathotep and twisted his limbs, shooting straight up off the roof's surface and strangling the deranged god. He choked as Natalia released her grip from Victoria and backed up feeling her limbs wretch with great pain, bringing her to her knees and coughing. Hastur slammed Nyarlathotep down and repeatedly stabbed him with the blue-tipped tendrils protruding from his head. Nyarlathotep spat and hissed until a tendril hooked through the roof of his mouth, snapping it shut.
"Thou will not hurt the child of the bloodline... Thou will cease at once! Thou's vessel, that woman, will not take a step closer. Thou hath drawn blood from the child... Unacceptable. Cease yourself at once. Child... Are thou okay?"
Victoria got up to her feet, wiping the blood from her neck. Adrian, now having regained his composure and got up, ran over to her and grabbed her shoulders. He ran a finger across her cheek where the tear had fallen. She glanced over to see Hastur having bounded Nyarlathotep within the grasp of his many tendrils. She then saw Madison cowering behind a chimney shaking and holding her breath. Finally she turned to face Natalia, kneeling on the surface clutching a fist on her chest panting.
"I'm okay... I promise..."
In the blood red skies above Earth a war was raging on. Called forth by the authority of Cthylla under the influence and command of Hastur, many abominations had risen from beneath the planet or forced their way into existence through tears in the fabric of reality. Each of these deities had united under the secret daughter to rebel against the awakening of her father. Cthylla held her own against the might and sheer terror of the one called Azathoth, whom lead the Outer Gods that assembled his own court.
Reigning high in the skies covering a majority of the country of Russia in shadow was an enormous black mass which extruded black tentacles, slime-dripping mouths, and short, writhing goat legs. Small, hideous creatures spat out from pulsating pores covering her body and swarmed down towards the surface, snatching up innocent people who had been driven mad by the sight of the monstrous being. Lurking in the shadows over the Kremlin, a swirling black vortex resembling that of a serpent continued to grow in size, remaining hidden from the small creatures. After a few minutes had passed the vortex serpent had now grown to incredible size similarly to that of Cthylla. It hissed and slithered up the Kremlin, it's large body now covering the entire building as it towered hundreds of feet high in the sky. It peered up at the worm-like mass and shot it's head up high, taking a huge bite into the creature. It writhed and squirmed as the vortex serpent chomped away, consuming it's flesh. The small creatures flocked over to the serpent but were met with a quick death as they were sucked into the vortex forming it's long, intertwining body.
A large gathering of cultists wearing silver robes all stood motionless in the central park of a coastal town off the coast of Norway. Encroaching upon them from the skies was a being so complex that the very sight of it growing closer began to drive the cultists mad. There were hemispheres and shining metal, coupled by long plastic rods. The rods were of a flat grey color, merged into a flat mass from which protruded individual cylinders. It's shape was like that of an ancient dinosaur from millions of years ago. The cultists screamed, cried, and ran around bumping into each other or tripping on the paved pathways. Before the oddly-shaped deity could descend any further, it sensed the presence of another deity approaching. Slithering through the grounds and penetrating the surface, the black worm strikes but not before the metallic deity shifted it's body to avoid contact. Pieces of it hovered above and soared forward, each one slamming into the worm. It wriggled around on the ground then burrowed once again. Unaware of it's location, it sent more pieces of it straight through the surface. Reemerging, the black worm rose from the ground and ensnared the metallic deity with it's tendrils, sinking it's fangs into it but unable to penetrate the metallic surface of it's body. It split itself apart to escape before reforming a distance away. The worm dug back into the grounds to escape and lose sight of the metallic deity. Losing sight of it's foe, the metallic deity expanded the tendrils coming out of it's rear and shot them down, striking each rampant cultist through the chest, spilling their blood onto the pavement.
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Ready to accept their fate, the people on the isolated island all prayed for their path to heaven to open up as the plantlike deity opened it's maw up wide to swallow them whole. Before it could ready it's snare on the land, a massive claw emerged from the ocean, ensnaring the deity in it's grasp. Rising from the ocean was a dark blue insect monster, water drenching it's entire body. The deity writhed in pain before another claw pinched down on it's body. The massive creature, resembling a twisted and horrific form of Medusa, pulled on the deity's fragile body until it tore apart in two. The people on the island all looked up, watching in awe as the amphibious god gored the deity about to consume them. Among them was Hikaru, feeling a wave of relief. He bowed before the god, tossing the two halves of the dissected deity into the ocean beneath it.
Three deities from the cosmos found themselves tangled up in the undulating, sticky black tentacles of an amorphous black mass spanning several football fields. Glowing red streams lit up within it's slimy body, draining the life and consuming the consciousness from the deities it had trapped. It pulsated more profusely while it fed, continuing to grow even larger in size. Their fleshy bodies began to melt into the tentacles until they were no more. The horrific being seemed unstoppable.
Even as hope seemed to be favoring in humanity's favor, the tides were turning. High above the conflict escalating below, Azathoth had commanded nearby deities to deal with Cthylla who was occupied fending them off. With his only threat out of the way his tendrils began to expand and grow longer until each of the tendrils shot downwards towards Earth, slamming through the surface, tunneling through the grounds. The tips folded up then ripped apart the dirt and soil, forming large rifts consisting of empty voids. All of his eyes began to glow a threatening bright red.
Down on the surface of the White House roof, Natalia glanced up towards the sky in the direction where she sensed the cosmic god's incredibly overwhelming presence. Suddenly pillars of beaming crimson shot straight up through the planet up high above the clouds. One of these pillars could be seen off in the west beyond the city. Victoria, Adrian, Madison, Nyarlathotep and Hastur all focused their attention on the gleaming pillar.
"The awakening... Father has commenced the ritual. You're all doomed. The Great Old One is about to rise!"
Nyarlathotep cackled. Natalia, despite being in pain, managed to stand to her feet but not shifting her gaze from where she sensed Azathoth.
"W..what is that?!" Victoria and Adrian both asked in a panicked tone.
"The blind idiot god himself... He is beginning the ritual to call forth the awakening of The Sleeping God... We are but too short on time. In mere moments, the fall will cull the planet of all human life."
Hastur spoke in an ominous tone. Behind them, Nyarlathotep cackled very audibly. Victoria turned to look at him. His deformed mouth bore a wicked smirk.
"Fools! All of you are fools! I am but a mere Harbinger. Killing me will not cease the ritual! You would have to off the lord of all yourself! That's not happening... He is beyond your power, king in yellow. It's hopeless. Accept the fate bestowed upon the human race..."
"What he is saying... Does that mean we are all doomed?" Madison whimpered to herself.
Victoria grimaced. Adrian grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. His heart raced inside his chest. Natalia just turned and began to stumble past them, past the snickering Nyarlathotep, over to where Madison was standing. Madison ran up to her, grabbing her shoulders. Natalia just shook her head and looked Madison in the eyes.
"My dear... I'm sorry it has to end this way. I'm glad that we get to witness the end together..." Natalia murmured with a cold but sympathetic tone and a smile on her face.
Madison had tears streaming down her cheeks, pulling her into an embrace. Her tears stained Natalia's coat. Victoria released her grip from Adrian to walk over to Nyarlathotep, Hastur trailing behind her. A fierce gaze burning in her eyes, she approached the twisted deity. He stopped laughing to look at them. His smirk did not wane. He was however feeling tense staring directly into Victoria's glowing blue eyes, suddenly shifting into a set of yellow eyes.
"You're wrong. You are the Harbinger, but you wish to bring about the end of the human race. You're the one who brought them to us. I know what you are. Azathoth may be the bringer of destruction but you... You are the catalyst for the fall. You are connected to Azathoth, therefore you are connected to all of the Outer Gods. The heart and soul. If the heart stops beating, then the creature dies. You can't fool us with your words of trickery, master of evil." Victoria stated. Nyarlathotep just snickered.
"I do not know what you humans know of us deities, but it's all false. You are all worthless and foolish. Believing anything a madman writes. Ridiculous."
"What you don't understand... Is what knowledge I myself possess. Hastur. The book if you will."
Using one of his tendrils, Hastur opens a rift right beside Victoria. She reaches into the tear and pulls out a red book. The same red book Natalia had with her on the very day she introduced herself to the kabbalah. Natalia turned her attention over to the young woman immediately spotting the book she held. Victoria flipped through the pages, stopping at a single page near the very end of the book. Natalia looked flabbergasted. Nyarlathotep hissed at the sight of the book.
"The tome thou hath founded inside the room where the Harbinger and thou first met eyes. Twas wise of thou to tell thee to remember of it's location." Hastur spoke.
"My book... No wonder she took her sweet time coming up here." Natalia muttered. "What are you doing with that?!"
"This needs to end. Even if it takes everything out of me to do so... The fall must be stopped no matter what. With the Old Ones and Outer Gods fully awakened, gathered here together... There is a way to cease the awakening of the one called Cthulhu and put an end to Azathoth's ritual!" Victoria shouted.
"Nyarlathotep! Do not let her keep that book! It holds immense power beyond our comprehension! If she is referring to what I'm thinking of... Then she is right!"
"That infernal tome..." Nyarlathotep spoke vehemently. He lunged towards Victoria before being caught by Hastur's tendrils, constricting his movement. "Rotten king! Release me at once!"
Victoria began to murmur words under her breath. Natalia tried to move but her body felt restrained. All she could do is watch, helpless as her deity was ensnared. Adrian stood back holding his breath without saying a word. He cupped his hands together.
"I stand here before the Outer Gods on this night of the black moon. The Great Old Ones reside before me to cease the ritual to awaken the sleeping god Cthulhu. With the power dwelling within myself, I will call upon their powers together to banish the Court of Azathoth from our plane of existence. Close the tears in the fabric of time and space. The awakening of The Great Sleeper must be prevented for the good of humanity. Silence the ritual. Even if it costs me my life, let these words pierce through the crimson veil to shatter the barrier between us and them. May the Outer Gods return from where they came, and for the Great Old Ones to return to eternal slumber..."
After speaking these words, Victoria pressed her palm to the book with the words on the pages glowing a bright red.
"Thou's life will not be sacrificed, child of the bloodline. Let thy own form be sacrificed at the cost of banishing the Outer Gods from this world."
Victoria's eyes opened wide. She looked up at him, still holding onto a squirming Nyarlathotep.
"But... This should put all of your kind to slumber, including Cthulhu. If you sacrifice your life for this then..."
"We are beyond death, child. We cannot embrace death as mortal humans and creatures can. Thy will not let thou's life be taken... Not after all thou hath gone through. Without thou's determination to seek thyself from that which thy resided, thou would witness the end of humankind alone without thy aid. However the circumstances change this outcome of fate. Thy has witnessed human life come and go. Thy has connected with your kind. Thou's kind deserve a future free from the enslavement and eradication of the Outer Gods. Silencing the awakening and preventing the fall is what matters. The Great Old Ones will return to slumber. The Outer Gods shall be sent back from where they came from. Trust in thy words. Together as one... We are all that can save your kind."
Victoria nodded. Hastur released his grip from Nyarlathotep and dissipated back into Victoria. She shut her eyes, fully concentrating on the words she spoke, repeating them once more. Nyarlathotep felt his form beginning to weaken. He screamed in agony. Natalia felt a sharp pain spike through her body, coughing up blood. Her vision began to grow cloudy just barely hanging on as her consciousness began to fade, the last thing she sees is Victoria holding the crimson book with bright red beams gleaming off from the pages.
"I-it's too late... It's over... I have failed..." Natalia murmured as her eyes shut. Madison held her in her arms, still feeling a pulse and a heartbeat but now falling unconscious.
"This cannot be! The fall was inevitable! Fate deemed for this night to be the end of humanity! This cannot happen-!"
Nyarlathotep screeched before dissipating into black clouds and vanishing back into Natalia's body. Adrian just got down on one knee, praying harder then he ever had in his entire life.
High above the streets of New York City, the rifts had grown tremendously. People below in the streets were screaming, crying, fainting from unconsciousness or completely motionless. Looming over the buildings through tears in the fabric of reality were two gargantuan glowing red eyes belonging to a head with monstrous tentacles drooping below the eyes only slightly flailing around, their sheer size and strength knocking over buildings, leaving a mess of fiery destruction in His wake. An unimaginable sound bellowed out from the enormous creature, ringing through the ears of the people below. The sheer sight of the sleeping god alone was enough to drive the population to madness. A large set of hands with claws slowly rose, grabbing the sides of the tears trying to pry them open even further as if He was escaping from wherever He resided, sending shockwaves through the streets below shattering glass, flipping vehicles onto their sides and breaking fire hydrants off sending water gushing up from the sidewalks.
Soaring through the air was none other then Cthylla, whom had sensed His presence and fled from her struggle with Azathoth over Washington DC. She descended downwards being carried by her wings, stopping halfway down towards the surface to meet eyes with Him, immedietly seeking his attention and halting his escape. She cried out in a shrill, piercing screech. She held her palms open and raised her arms. One-by-one, the crimson pillars of light piercing the skies all over the world began to shrink down and vanish into the ground. Cthylla then spoke directly to the mostly-awakened form of Cthulhu through His mind.
Azathoth shook and writhed in frustration as the pillars of light disappeared. A colossal black form was manifesting right in the center of the Atlantic Ocean from several void tears in the sky and water. The black mass comprised of glowing orbs with many eyes, tendrils and a big mouth with teeth resembling a large archway. It's mouth opened as a green light emerged from beneath the top half of it's body hanging above the many orbs and tendrils, warping into a gleaming green portal spilling out light all across it's form. Each of the Outer Gods, the struggling Azathoth included, started to be forcefully pulled towards it's direction like a black hole. Those who's forms were damaged or torn apart slowly evaporated into black clouds that retreated towards the deity in the ocean. Meanwhile, the Great Old Ones sensing and seeing what's happening were returning back to where they came from beneath the Earth's surface and oceans. The black moon, lingering dangerously close to full size, started to shed the black shadow coating it's surface. The dark red skies shrouding the entire planet were shifting back to normal alongside the moon's return to form.
Cthylla lowered her arms, bowing in front of Cthulhu and speaking one last time to Him before flying off towards the Pacific Ocean. Cthulhu's hands stopped forcing the rifts open and simply lowered as the rifts began to shrink. His eyes stopped glowing red and slowly closed shut, sinking back into the void. Cthylla flew down to the waters below, splashing down into the ocean. She closed her eyes as she descended back into the seas from where she had awakened to return to slumber, leaving the surface world but not without feeling grateful towards those who had summoned her. She would remember their devotion for eternity.
"Yog-Solthoth... The Key and the Gate... The All-Encompassing... He hath manifested, taking those who were banished, the Outer Gods. The fall hath been ceased. Child of the bloodline... Thy will forever remember the connection we hath attained as one. Thy hopes thou's kind will carry on, and for the future of humanity to be as bright as the stars in the cosmos. Thy will return to slumber beneath the Earth. Thou will not be able to speak to thyself any longer. Carry on with the determination thou hath demonstrated on this very night. Farewell... Victoria..."
"Thank you, King in Yellow. Thank you for everything..."
The last words of Hastur were spoken before his presence had completely withered away from within Victoria's subconscious. She opened her eyes, now blue once again, to look around. The moon shone brightly in the cloudy dark skies, now a pale white as it should be. Across the rooftop, Madison had sat down with Natalia's head in her lap gently stroking her hair. Adrian ran up to her and hugged her tightly. She embraced him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers.
"Babe I-I'm so glad you're okay!" Adrian stammered. "I don't see any of those eldritch deities anymore. Are they all gone??"
"Almost. But it looks like we're fine. Check out the moon. It's white again." Victoria said pointing up at the moon.
Adrian looked up, his eyes beaming at the sight of the moon in full view. A single tear shed down his cheek.
"It's beautiful."
"Indeed. Um, hey so... Before we do anything else maybe we should check on those two over there?"
Victoria pointed over to Madison and Natalia. They walked across the roof over to them. Madison looked up at them, a smile came across her face.
"Looks like you stopped the fall... And here I thought it was all over for us... At least she's okay. She's still breathing, just unconscious right now. I..I was so scared. Even though she promised we'd be okay. But truthfully... I'm glad we're all okay." Madison sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes. Victoria and Adrian looked at each other then back to them.
"Even though she was corrupted by that bastard Nyarlathotep and was my enemy... I am happy she's fine." Victoria stated.
"I think I'll take her back to my home. Let her rest. The world is in a rather chaotic state ever since this all started happening so... So it's going to take a lot of time and resources to recover after tonight. You two... Be safe, okay?"
With that, Madison picked up Natalia in her arms and headed for the exit leading to the stairs. Victoria was exhausted so she just lied down on the roof to look up at the stars. Adrian joined her. The two kissed each other and held hands as they gazed up at the stars together.
The rifts above New York City had finally sealed shut, sealing off the now slumbering Cthulhu from the mortal realm. Azathoth was the last one to succumb to being pulled into the cosmic gate that Yog-Solthoth had created. He did not struggle. He did not resist. He did nothing. He accepted his fate. He descended into the portal, warping away from the planet. With Azathoth and the Outer Gods now banished, Yog-Solthoth closed his mouth to shut the cosmic gate and return through the rifts that brought him here. Earth, was now free from both the Outer Gods and the Great Old Ones. Humanity had survived the fall, at the cost of many losing their lives and their sanity throughout the endeavor.