The First Call

Since i heard the voice, since i heard the first call, i haven't been able to think of anything else. Since that night that the lightning struck and filled everything with light, along with my eyes. But it was no normal lightning. It was... Something more. It didn't last that consecrated fraction of a second. It blined me, even if i never looked at it with my own eyes. It deafened me, even if no sound was heard by it.
And then I heard the first voice, the first calling. A sound, a word, a dissorientation, a song of terror, a mixture of notes and twisted melodies from an orchestra of screams. It lasted a second or a century. I haven't been able to understand, nor will i ever be. Time had no essence, no importance.
From the screaming, from the otherworldly sounds and not from somewhere in space, for there was no space as well that moment, that millenium, one more speech tangled in the sound, an abyssal voice, so eldritch, so ancient, so booming and horrible, that it made the whole dissonance that spawned it sensible, it made it melodic in a strange way.
And from the voice came the first Elder. The first giant, the first form, the first indescribable interlacement of limbs, feet, gils, tentacles, wings, limbs phenomenicaly made of flesh and ooze, and no characteristic that the human mind could recognise in its entirety. In size, that ancient creature that was there since the begining of everything, before the stars ever saw their first dawn, the horizon could not hold it and it never would. Every scar, every scab, every crater and crack on it could be seen with every daunting detail. Its eyes were the sun and the moon and all the stars, glowing with a light that exceeded fantasy, red as the first drop of blood that ever fell.
The truth is that it did not need a voice. Its presence was enough to drive you mad or enlighten you, showing you the deepest, darkest places of the human mind, where fear is born and hope dies.
I felt it pointing at me, recognising my being, making sure that my small mind could bear him, even in that demeaning and small version of his eternal presence of his in the universe.
It was looking at me. From the start, it was looking at me, all of me. And along with me, everything. It's point of focus was the existance of everything itself. Its eyes were drawing near, and if one thought of his size and the space it consumed, one couldn't help but remain speechless from terror and excitement from its speed, even though in front of such a sight, you couldn't do elsly from the very begining.
I was staring as well, unable to do anything else. I noticed that the sounds and the screaming were gone. Its voice, its breath or its thought have taken the place of the cosmic silence, in the same way that horns and car engines become part of the background, back in normal life.
All I could do was watch. And after some breaths or some lifetimes, what i was seeing was the outter space. Stars, rocks, no point of reference whatsoever. No familiar planet or even a sign of one. And suddenly everything obtained movement, everything consecrated their orbits and and tracks, those which they woould hold for years thousands of thousands, millions of millions. From where my vision couldn't reach, the creature appeared, smaller by far, moving towards somewhere in front of me. Observing it for a while, i realised it wasn't the same with the one that appeared before me at first. The one i saw then was younger, closer to its first eras. The fact that later there appeared more of those terrifying creatyres, each one uniquely more horrible than the other one, helped me assure of my suspicions. Creatures ancient, older than darkness, and every one of them moving towards the same spot.
Without moving in this endless abundance of space, i followed them. I was an observer by that time. Of what though, i did not know yet. And since i had gone so far, as much as i wished i knew nothing, as much as i wished nothing happened, that it was all a dream, i knew it was all true. So much so, that they surpassed the truth itself.
From this limitless black i followed them, passing by some deserted and unknown planets over time, bathing in the light of a squadron of suns from other galaxies, far away. That journey must have lasted long, even for those Ancients, yet none would say a word., or at least i didn't have what it took to hear them or behold their words, heavy as newborn galaxies.
Until the One, he who had summoned me, let out a gutual and bile voice, and everyone stopped. Me as well.
I looked around me, and a horrid feeling of recognition took hold of me. I saw the Moon. Our Moon. It took some time for me to realise because it didn't have one crater on it, but what i was looking at was definitely the moon. That meant that... I looked elsewhere. Jupiter, small. Saturn, without its planet rings. Mars, with some blue specks on it. I didn't want to see where they were heading. Because i knew. Yes, inside my i knew it well, that which seemed impossible for me. And I looked.
And i saw Earth.
And the creatures cut something from one another, making disgusting sounds of ripping flesh and and membrane. These pieces they threw at the Earth, an Earth with more land than water. And in my thoughts i suddenly knew the pieces were seeds. They wanted to plant their kind in Earth. To grow, to flourish, to control, to enslave and in the end devour.
Witnessing all this, terror was eating me away on the inside like a bore-worm. The top of all this horror was when He, the First One turned to look at me. And he showed me, not by some move but with just a thought, to observe closer and see the creation and at the same time the malediction of a world. And then..
Eearth. Plants, trees. No sound and no sound of one nowhere. Comets were falling from the sky. One of them fell in front of me, throwing fire, spew and tissue everywhere, but i was left untouched in that macabre vision of the past. The seasons changed in a breath, leaving the seed to grow, untill it hatched, and from inside it came one of them, lurking with its rotten limbs, followed by other, smaller spawns. But that fact had no importance then, nor did it carry a feeling of comfort or hope. On the contrary, it ominously foretold the dark fate of this world.
Time passed and Their species flourished. Slowly, man appeared, unsure and small in his first steps on Earth, which was to become a huge chessboard of the Ancients, with humans, their slaves as pawns.
Oh, with what guile, with what zelousy and tyrrany they reigned, they, the Elder ones, older than the darkness itself, with what presicion they weaved their cosmic plans and plots without a sign of mercy, goodness or weakness..
Suddenly, something changed. Like a tiny cog in a hyper-galactic machine that stopped working as it should, as it was written, because it obtained consciousness. Knowledge. Anger.
Freedom.
And I was in space again, gazing at that fouled planet. Earth was changing. The ground at first, and then the oceans. The planet was being painted red, the oceans were becoming giant lakes of blood of both human and Elder. And as that red sea drowned the land, I realized why at first i thought that the Earth had less water than it should have, and why as i observed the planet was becoming identical to what it is today.. My god, we're swimming in the blood of our ancestors and theirs as well...
War. The first one, the biggest of them all, the most macabre, the one that brought drastic changes. And from what i could grasp, it must have lasted for whole generations. The most terrifyinf thing was that humanity was losing.
Until they decided that they didn't want to wipe us out, not for any other reason, not of mercy, but because we were convenient to them as slaves, as food. As toys. The Ancients were leaving. They decided to let us multiply,. like the animals we were. They left behind someone to watch us, while he slumbered deep, in the bottom of the darkest ocean, in the ruins of their drowned city.
Their city had a name that could not be pronounced by a mouth other than theirs, bun on its first stone They wrote its name in a language and writing that was the escape of mankind from its beastly cries and growls. And the city's name was decyphered many aeons later, as much as it was possible. Its name was R'Lye. The Sunken City.
And the one They left there, the one that slumbers deep and dreams, mankind also learned his name, along with the fear of pronouncing it, lest he heart the call from the darkest depths of the sea and awaken, bringing with him madness, horror and anihilation. His name would forever remain in the unconscious of the mind: Cthulhu.
Still lost in that revelation, i was again in front of the Ancient that summoned me. In front of this entanglement of dead but moving tentacles where other animals had their mouths. Faced with these eyes that saw everything. That still heard the echoes of the first dead stars. And then I heard his voice in a language i could comprehend, for the first time.
I AM AWAKE.
MY ARRIVAL IS NIGH.
I had never imagined that two sentences could ever invoke so much fear, so much awe and horror.
Cthulhu had awoken. And i had heard his voice, the first call. I saw the world being made, and now i had to watch its doom.
Suddenly, i felt that light of the vision blurring. The eternal lightning that led me to all of this was fading. I was afraid to go back. I was afraid to do anything in a world that is already dead and doesn't even know it.
And then, i submerged in deep sleep.

-Epilogue-

I open my eyes and am forced to shit them again due to the sudden and strong change of light. When i open them once more, i observe my surroundings, losing any sense of direction or place.
I am inside a white room. There are no windows, only a door. The walls are covered in what appears to be white pillows. A plain and simple lamp hangs from the ceiling.
What the hell...
I try to move my hands, make sure i'm alright. But i cant. My hands are tied. With a mixture of surprise and agony i look at my chest, which is tied as well. A white shroud.
My god, i'm in a sanitarium.. And i have no idea as to how or when i got here..
I desperately fight to free myself from my bounds, but to no avail. When i give up, i hear a male voice from some nearby room. At first i cant make out what he's saying, until a woman starts to repeat the phrase he said. More and more voices join this chant, for that's what it comes to. And when it reaches its top, when everyone is chanting rhythmically at the top of their lungs, the phrase becomes understandable to me as well.
IA.
IA.
CTHULHU F'TAGHN.
Again and again. The summoning of Cthulhu. Which not only means that they know he's awake, but that these men are becoming heralds of his coming.
I get up and run to the door. I begin hitting it with my feet and head. I am taken over by a burning rage and i start shouting and spitting at those who so unjustly locked me in here.
Fools! Ignorant idiots! How can you not hear it? How can you be so blind?! The whole world will be lost because of your foolishness! Cthulhu has awaken and destruction follows him! Die! We're all gonna die! Hahahaha!
I laugh. I laugh and I cry at the same time. And all the time, I keep hearing this world's requiem.
IA.
IA.
CTHULHU F'TAGHN.

-The End-