Chthulu screamed as the chains tightened about him, his godlike powers as nothing more than a child’s tantrum before its parents.  The Elder gods, whose progeny had spread horror across the stars, their names known throughout time and space, had returned to their rightful place within existence.

And none could stand before them – not even Dread Cthulhu.

The floating sphere of Earth hung in its orbit, the Human infestation upon its surface continued in its ignorance of the awful and awesome return of the Elder Gods.  Those who knew, or thought they knew, of the Old Ones and all their power, could not even begin to comprehend the absolute irrelevance of their own puny existence to the returning rulers of the universe. And how much more powerful are even the Old Ones compared to Mankind.

And Cthulu screamed in impotent rage.

The Elder Gods, who had cared little enough for the early times and had left to journey along the unknowable paths of impossible dimensions, now beheld the decayed and withered reality to which they returned with cold eyes – the Old Ones had failed them, had allowed the many threads of reality to become frayed in their absence and the Elder Gods resented those who had allowed what once was great to lessen.

And Cthulu was their leader.

Upon the Earth and within the fabric of reality which the Earth inhabited the Old Ones had woken from slumber and, sensing the absence of the Elder Gods, began to stir.  Powerful names reverberated through the cosmos and Mankind, unaware, shuddered in the darkness.

It had been posted in the ethereal stars of V’zge-Tohm, and so all the pathways of the messengers had lead to this Earth – and so they had come, in all their manifest states, some as coloured vapours, some as monstrous ethereal giants, some as beings too hideous and strange to define.  To Earth they had come, a small planet orbiting a lesser star within a distant part of the galaxy.

And Cthulu had called them.

The Elder Gods knew that the time had come to return when the distant nebulae at the edge of time had erupted in un-natural fires and they could feel the chill crawl of doubt through their minds.

Cthulu had betrayed them.

Cthulhu and all his hideous brethren and their minions had turned loose the forces of Mayhem and Havoc upon the planes of reality and watched as the slow moving arrows of time and entropy pierced and tore the fabric of Nature and they listened to Her anguish with neither remorse nor guilt.  But the Elder Gods had heard for Nature was also of their creation.

And Cthulhu was responsible for Her torments.

Chained between stars and flayed by the galactic arms of a million scorching suns, Cthulhu and the Old Ones were punished for their corruption, their minions and lesser spawn destroyed or banished into black holes of utter nothingness.  This was the rage of the Elder Gods, this was their punishment upon the Old Ones.

This and the promise that the Old Ones would never be allowed to stay home alone again…