Centuries slipped by like a slow tide.
I had no need for sleep, no need for sustenance, no need for companions. Time, once a linear chain to me, now existed as a malleable tool. I used it to refine every facet of myself: mind, body, and power.
I hid within a private dimension of my own creation—a cathedral of impossible geometry, suspended between realities. A place mortals could never stumble upon, even if they dreamed too deeply. Here, I trained, experimented, and expanded.
I was careful. Not because I feared mortals—oh, they were insignificant—but because I was uncertain of the other Elder Gods. I could be the most powerful of them all, yet I knew nothing of their potential.
I mastered my powers:
Telepathy & Mind Control: I could touch every conscious mind on the planet, steering thoughts, spreading nightmares, planting seeds of dread.
Madness Induction: Mortals who glimpsed my original form—or felt my full influence—would descend into indescribable insanity. Regular humans might survive my projected image, but the real me? Even the bravest could not endure it.
Flight, Shapeshifting, Interdimensional Travel: I moved freely across realms, reshaping myself and reality at will.
Reality Warping & Environmental Manipulation: Oceans obeyed me, mountains trembled, storms bowed to my whim.
Darkforce Manipulation & Magic: I pioneered dark magic, bending the universe's latent energies before anyone else even knew to name them. Chthon studied alongside me, while Oshtur clung to "good" magic, quaint and limited.
Immortality & Regeneration: I could shatter my form into cosmic atoms and rebuild it whole, untouched by death or decay.
Divinity of Knowledge: My mind—already that of a god—expanded into superhuman genius. An IQ of 300 was an understatement. I calculated centuries of cause and effect in mere moments.
After mastering my powers, I created a physical body—an avatar. A projection more… comprehensible to mortals. My true form, tentacled and impossible, would drive them insane at a glance. But this human-like projection allowed me to interact subtly, observe quietly, and manipulate the world without immediate catastrophe.
I wrapped myself in a cloak that seemed to flow like living shadows, tentacles hidden beneath its folds. My hood concealed the depths of my eyes, though a faint gleam hinted at the otherworldly mind behind them. I was terrifying, yet deceptively contained—a promise of horrors mortals could not yet imagine.
I studied mortals, magic, and the nascent world I now claimed. I did not merely learn—I invented. Magic itself, still raw and unformed, was mine to define. I experimented with it, twisting it into forms mortals would later call forbidden.
And all the while, I knew: the universe was my canvas, but the other Elder Gods were variables I had yet to measure. When I finally emerged fully from my shadowed sanctuary, I would do so as a force beyond comparison.
I was Cthulhu. I was genius. I was horror and intelligence intertwined. I was a god in the shadows, and the world would one day wake to the reality I had prepared.