The few remaining confronted the strange entity, its true motive, if any, still a mystery. All that was known is the sorrows brought by the alien god and its kin, the timeless strife incurred by the demanding whims of feuding deities.
The King in Yellow removes his mask, both literally and figuratively, beneath the mask of humanity lies another form of the creature. Polypous yellow flesh surrounds the denizens of Arkham, tentacles pave the walls of the city. A person cuts at the flesh of the being, the sinewy texture gives, only to spring back and regenerate. Mortal means do little to harm the creature.
But in the mass on thing stood out, a lone book, a book of worship to the malign deities written by Abdul Alhazred stolen from the body of the human killed by Hastur that last night. Ironically the rituals to appease these gods would be their undoing; countless symbols painstakingly written out to Cthulhu, Yog Sothoth; Great Old Ones, and Outer Gods. These symbols contained the powers of the conflicting deities, its cursed powers sensing and grabbing at their 'brother'.
A bright light covered Hastur, and he vanished without a trace.
"
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa."
thehippo8, Hastur, has been lynched
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