My first prompt I responded to! What progress.
[WP] The Elder Gods have awoken from their slumber, but instead of causing havoc and destroying the world, they become more focused on winning bingo, talking about the good old days, and complaining about all those young kids on their phones.
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It had taken generations to come to this point. All the regents set, the sigil laid out meticulously throughout the layout of multiple cities. In unison branches of the organization were performing the exact same chant, choreographed to the absolute second, all in unison to the one that performed before to two Sovereigns of the cult.
Their ancestors had tasted the madness of their gods in their dreams and, in a fevered fit unknown to any at that time, had spread images of their cosmic masters throughout cave systems. Drawn in the blood and filth produced from the violent slaughtering of their nearest ally. Painting made with gentle detail, images that would inspire the many that would come after to lead to the two who stood atop the mountain, staring up to the center of the milky way with their arms outstretched.
They, like those before them who looked to those who came before that through the ever so gently hidden collection of art and writing. From the beginnings of horror to the inspiration for all weird fiction to come. Gently and slowly weaving through humanity without them ever realizing it. Inspiring and culling as needed without its original task masters needing to life a single finger to keep the momentum.
Entire cultures had been swallowed up in their festering, maddening need to understand all their ancestors left behind. Continually adding upon the failures and successes until they all came to this moment. even gaining regents like the word had never seen through the failed attempts to summon their lords before, only to be given sad imitations and wishes that at its times were seen as the true gods themselves. Ignorance and closed minds had nearly kept this moment from happening for possibly another millennia, but as the light deep within the depth of the universe began to glow, as the entire spiraling disc itself began to gently swivel its way much like an eye finding its point of focus, they knew they were close.
Their fingers were scraping against the knocker to their many god's door.
As the omnipotent light glaring from the center of what had been assumed to be our home galaxy centered its focus on every confused and concern soul on the tiny little Earth, the artificial light from every city extinguished, casting the entire half of the Earth facing towards the center of our galaxy into darkness. As if urged by an unseen command, the moon slid its way into the light of the sun. An eclipse that defied all knowledge of the lunar phase forced itself upon the world at this moment.
Any whose skies had a direct view of the galaxy were forced to see it. Shining brighter than the sun they had been accustomed to. Even the massive behemoths that made the sun look like a pixel couldn't light the sky the way the Milky Way now did.
The weight of this presence warped the light itself, or perhaps the magnetic field had been merely to allow such an event to happen, as every sky across the world no matter the location saw this eye before them. The masses purposefully kept from the knowledge the cult had been gifted from the birth of inventive thought were forced to understand and accept in the same fleeting moment.
The eye leveled itself, it searched the darkened planet, igniting the skies with enough splendor to magnify and mystify, yet was gentle enough not to harm the eye. Precise enough to only damage the mind. The weak-willed and battered-broken crumbled into the madness they had done their best to wall themselves into, yet they couldn't even tear their eyes from the skies to riot nor cry. Even as they crumbled, their heads would rather snap its own neck than allow its focus be taken from the god they now were forced to give every moment of focus.
Those who truly held the strength to resist the madness, as well those who had long since used it as both a shield and sword against all that caused it, were still powerless to do anymore than stare up to the heavens and hope that whatever this pupil and iris belonged to was benevolent.
The world shook as a voice creaked through every mind. One that forced feeling of familiarity into their souls. Feelings they could not tell from their own memories, feelings of childhood and paternal love. Of paternal rage. All the disappointment, love, hate, fear, and horror a parent could ever feel for or force upon a child shoved upon every festering, throbbing mind that had the dishonor of witnessing this event. Forced to hear as a sea of voices bickered their way into their understanding.
Starting with a cacophony of cognitive overload that counted as a yawn. A series of noises that forced the worst of any headache ever experienced to tear through their mind with every fluctuation and flutter. The pain began to less as, like a radio tuning in from static, a voice every soul could understand regardless of language, lexicon, or intelligence.
Words their body seemed to accept and understand with the same certainty it took in air. These words were as much facts and notions of the universe as the atoms and quarks.
"...ck is calling this number?! WHO even gave you this number?! Do you know what time it is? What we have planned tomorrow?!"
A voice that somehow they were aware was not as close as the voice they knew and accepted wholeheartedly as being owned by the sky spanning galaxy eye that took in every one of them at what. It was not looking at them, but they could sense the disappointment in every one of them as if they were all these beings grandchildren. Something seemingly far greater.
"Tell them about that catty cheater Nyar fixing bingo!"
The other voice snapped back, only to suddenly speak in a more delighted tone. Every soul on the planet suddenly felt mildly happy. Like their racist, bigoted grandparents had finally accepted your multiracial activist partner of the same gender.
"Oh they don't care about that nonsense Az. This isn't th-Wait.. Wait turn your damn music down.. I don't care if it 'calms you' TURN IT DOWN SO THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE UNIVERSE CAN THINK FOR FIVE YOU-BE-DAMNED ASTRAL CYCLES! I think.. Hold on. They are so far away, where are they... Ah."
To every baited soul's confusion, it looked like something moved over the eye. to their absolute unified delighted horror, the galaxy came into focus. The swirling nebulous colors that they knew and accepted as stars and systems now looked more like the ever-churning colors and pits of a massive nebulous eye. "IT IS!"
"Who?"
"EARTH!"
"Beth? Well tell them to call back at a reasonable hour!"
"NO! The humans!"
"NO!... WHY HAVEN'T THEY CALLED?!"
"I don't... Just..Wait calm down and just eat those things coming out of you. You know that relaxes you. Turn the music up a little, it doesn't have to be that quiet...EARTH! Do you even KNOW how long it has been since we last made contact?! Do you know how worried sick we have been?! Not even a message, a proper sacrifice. Have to listen to this one-eyed lunatic about ALL the human souls THEY apparently have and what do we get?! A message? A CALL!?"
The true horror of the situation hit the Earth, as one by one a billion souls screamed out as they were treated to a guilt-ridden light they could not hope to flee from. Introduced into the maddening revelation of a new, concerned dark age. That just wants you to call a bit more. Even a letter or something, they simply what to know what you are up to.