mother of gods

After tens of thousands of years of silence, Azathoth no longer suppressed his vast and boundless aura of darkness, as if he was acting unscrupulously, arrogantly declaring to the ancient gods in the distance——

He is the universe itself.

Nyarlathotep murmured, "Wow, it looks like Dad is going to get serious this time."

I only heard a sharp roar of Night Dire suddenly came from a distant galaxy, and then, an ancient and majestic force rushed towards my face.

"A-Sa-Tuo-Si-!"

The roar of the old man, although old, is still magnificent.

☆、Chap.69

Shabu took a closer look, and saw a gray-haired old man standing in a chariot made of shells. Beside him was a naughty night-gaunt like a monkey pulling the chariot, with a rope tied to his body, jumping up and down non-stop. .

If you ignore the heavy atmosphere in front of you, this is actually a very funny scene.

An old man who was the same size as an ordinary human was not far away, leaning on a cane and leading a few monkeys by his side. Under the shadow of the vast and magnificent gods like stars, he almost turned into a small white dot, as if it would shatter when twisted.

However, Atrak Nakya's breathing became heavy.

Even Shabu became nervous.

Azathoth turned around, and the huge wings cast a shadow, enveloping the old man like a cage.

He said lazily, "Why are you shouting so loudly? I'm not old yet."

Nodens smiled kindly: "It's a pity that I'm old, so I screamed a little louder subconsciously." He stood in front of the evil god, small and weak, like a grain of sand in the universe, and he asked, "Shabu , do you really have to make up your mind?"

Shabu paused as he tried to push himself out.

Atlach twisted his head nervously to look at him.

Before Shabu had time to organize his words, Nyarlathotep answered him in a carefree voice: "Old man, are you so weak that you are going to use mediation to separate people? It's a pity that this time my mother is very firm and will never do it again." I was seduced despicably by you."

Nodens nodded: "I see."

After finishing speaking, he raised his old hand on crutches, and under the watchful eyes of Ivan Tixin, he slightly lowered it——

In an instant, the huge light blue energy spread to the surroundings, and there was a buzzing sound, and the night-gaunts pulling the chariot began to swell and increase in number one by one. The light black fur is as hard as steel needles, and the blood red eyeballs are so swollen that they almost burst.

"Go! My family!" The old man roared.

The first night-gaunt jumped up and jumped in front of Atrak, the spider dodged aside, its slender limbs pierced through the ghostly night-gaunt, and shouted: "Shabu, work hard, I can't control you anymore!" !"

In an instant, night-gaunts rushed forward and rushed towards them one after another, one of them even slipped in through the crack of the egg shell, and was smashed into a night-gaunt dry by Shabu's palm.

"I'll go, how many night-gaunts does this old man Nodens have raised?!"

Nyarlathotep flew forward, and the Nightmare crawled along his body onto his shoulders, opened his stinking bloody mouth, and bit his sharp teeth downwards fiercely.The terrifying giant waved his hand, brought Chaos and Nebula, and slammed it down fiercely. Dire screamed violently, and green blood splashed out.

At this moment, Nodens yelled and swung the reins, and the illusory night horse raised its front hooves, neighed, and rushed straight towards Azathoth.

Azathoth's huge tentacles pierced down, intersecting the nebula, the old man pierced through the clouds like an indestructible arrowhead, stomped his crutches, and shouted: "Evil God! You will die here today!"

The dark and tumbling chaos smashed straight down from the sky, and countless crushed night-gaunts screamed in agony.The figure of Azathoth stands behind the chaos like a doomsday demon: "It's not your turn to decide!"

Seeing that the tentacles were about to penetrate Nodens's chariot and smash him to pieces, he heard the neighing of wild horses, and the roar of thousands of galloping horses pierced through the clouds.

Shabu subconsciously twitched his brows, raised his eyelids when he heard the sound, and saw a huge phantom behind Nodens.

With fluttering white hair and a benevolent gray beard, the sacred, solemn and inviolable phantom is like a giant door that towers above the sky, coldly straddling Azathoth.

Nodens, Emperor of the Abyss.

That is the gate of the abyss.

The nebula rolled, and countless snow-white electric flowers intertwined in it. Azathoth was surrounded by dazzling lightning, roaring and piercing straight forward with his tentacles all over his body. Nodens and his phantom of the same height waved the gnarled tree root system The crutches that were formed, summoned a boundless ocean of thunder, and thousands of thunder roared down, slashing towards the mad god with a zigzagging shape like a poisonous snake.

Electricity flashed across Azathoth's chaotic body, he waved his tentacles angrily, and still rushed towards the phantom like a predator.The phantom opened its mouth, and the dense blades slammed into Azathoth head-on like rain, blood splashed out, and the vigorous power spread to the surroundings. Atrak, who was affected by the impact, screamed in pain, with tens of thousands of tongues The eyeballs are all opened!

Thousands of night-gaunts jumped on her body, and soon the gray-white ocean covered her figure.

Shabu was anxious in his heart, but the outer shell remained motionless.

With great difficulty, he broke free from a crack, and the next second, hot tongues of flame rushed in from the crack, causing him to subconsciously lose his strength and fall back.

The battle situation outside has reached the most critical time.

The two most powerful forces in the universe razed the entire giant centaur system to the ground.

Surrounded by floating planetary fragments and a boundless nebula ocean, countless ferocious night-gaunts broke through the surface of the ocean and mercilessly bit everything they saw.

Azathoth was dripping with blood, and phantoms and night-gaunts surrounded him in the heart of thunder and lightning.

Hearing, roaring, lightning and thunder, and the sound of flesh being torn apart, Shabu couldn't see his condition, and was anxious in his heart. Regardless of the scorching temperature of the inner shell, his whole body suddenly expanded outward——

Only two clicks were heard, and another thick crack spread across the hard eggshell.

At this time, Nyarlathotep was still thinking about calling and shouting: "Mom! Hurry up! Dad, he looks like he is about to be drowned by a monkey!"

Atrak's muffled voice came from the sea of ​​night dire: "I'm about to be drowned by monkeys now! Vicious little dwarf! Since you have the time to shout, why can't you come here to help??!"

Nyarlathotep said without sincerity: "Sorry sorry."

"Sorry you big-headed ghost!" Atrak was mad.

In the next second, a loud explosion shattered the sky. The sound made the clouds tremble twice. In the next second, the huge figure broke through the lightning, and the huge tentacles pierced the sky, swinging in a terrifying posture in the void.

Chaos was rising, black clouds rolled, and there seemed to be a rain of countless bones and corpses inside, carrying the resentment and dark emotions of the whole universe, spreading around Azathoth as the center.Huge and ferocious night-gaunts howled in pain when they encountered Chaos, their corroded fur melted into a puff of smoke, and more night-gaunts didn't even have time to roar, and turned into a pool of bright green rotten water, melting in the among the nebulae.

Nodens was startled, and the phantom flickered.In the next second, he drove to Azathoth without hesitation, and a raging light blue flame burst into the sky in response——

Azathoth's chaotic one eye snapped open.

Not far away, Shabu's heart skipped a beat, and cold thoughts rushed into his mind from the blood vessels, making him shiver all over.He didn't think about it, and he struggled outward with all his strength, Atlak turned his head, and saw a huge fiery red sun bursting from the center!

So Azathoth's eyes went dark.

Then Shabu stood in front of him, facing the majestic and majestic sacred flame, with tentacles like a huge umbrella stand covering his body in a protective posture.

"You're finally out," Azathoth smiled with satisfaction, God knows how Shabu knew he was laughing from the chaos, "I'm going to finish this old man and then wake you up."

Shabu said sarcastically: "Forget it, I think I can come directly to help you collect the corpse if I wait a little later."

Nyarlathotep said sarcastic words on the side: "Yes, Dad, show your strength. Don't be too shameful."

Azathoth sneered, and the chaos surrounding him grew bigger and bigger.The radius of chaos shrouded Shabu, and he felt a chill all over his body at first, as if a basin of cold water was pouring straight from his head, but the next second, he felt a familiar, happy, and joyful feeling enveloping him. .

Not far away, Nodens' face was pale, but the old man still drove forward, and the huge phantom behind him also made a vigilant posture.

At this moment, Azathoth retracted his tentacles, and the black cloud chaos of tumbling lightning and thunder completely enveloped it. The place where the chaos passed was empty, and he rushed towards the phantom in a terrifying posture as if the doomsday was coming.

Nyarlathotep's face changed: "Dad is going to use that!"

The black cloud representing the darkest plane rolls and devours everything that passes by.

Nodens yelled, "You'll never pass through here!"

Azathoth's majestic voice resounded through the sky: "I am the lord of all things! Get aside for me!"

Shabu opened the way in front of him, and they were getting closer and closer to Nodens' real body as if they were killing a bloody road.The rain of swords, lightning, thunder, and countless huge energy waves spread out, cutting countless corrosive wounds on Shabu's body. Shabu's tentacles all over the sky are like a steamroller that crushes all blood and flesh. out a wide avenue.

Nodens subconsciously took precautions, but it was already too late.

It disappeared in place at a speed that the naked eye could not catch, and then Chaos rushed in front of Nodens in an instant.The holy phantom tried to stop him, but chaos pierced straight through the phantom's heart, and the second before the latter was annihilated into ashes, the standing arrow that compressed, compressed, and compressed until it turned into pure energy pierced Nodens chest.

There was a puffing sound of flesh being torn apart.

Everyone's movements stopped.

Shabu opened his eyes in pain, and after adapting to the light, the first thing that broke into his field of vision was a drop of blood.Red, holy, seems to condense all the righteous and righteous feelings in the world.

Then the old man in a gray linen robe knelt down on his knees.

Nodens heard many voices in the darkness, sighs from the depths of the universe, dire roars from night-gaunts, roars of thunder and lightning, and bluffs from Nyarlathotep... .

"Mom, Dad, these monkeys are so annoying—I'm going to mom, why did you faint!!"

Followed by Azathoth's impatient breath: "The ability to wake up just now is not stable. Stop screaming, you are making my ears hurt."

Nodens sighed before falling into even deeper darkness.

Forget it, he has tried his best.

Sure enough, fate cannot be stopped.

……

a few days later.

"I am so sad for you, Mrs. Sergeyevich," cried the woman in a long black dress in the sunlight, wiping the corners of her eyes with a white towel, "how amazingly talented and handsome your sons are!" I still remember a few years ago, when Sean was just promoted to captain, your banquet was held from here to the gate of the castle, and I still remember the grand and vigorous scene..."

The red-haired woman said lightly: "Thank you for your kindness."

There are thousands of plants and flowers on the lawn facing the creek, and the sunlight passes through the towering castle, bringing humid air.Red and white roses are blooming next to each other, the breeze blows, and the petals all over the sky are like gorgeous butterflies, crossing the blue sky and dancing with the floating white clouds.The dense cypress trees cast a heart-warming shadow, covering the serious priest and two white coffins decorated with flowers beside him.

"Captain Sean Sergeyevich was a man of great integrity and light. He performed his duty with honor, saving many lives in peril..." He held up his hand, proceeding A short prayer, "...from now on, he will live in our hearts in another way, and we will never forget his love for—"

The carved iron gate of the yard was kicked open with a bang.

The guests turned their heads in a hurry.I saw a man retracting his feet slowly, and said lazily: "Oh, this is a novelty. I never thought that I would be able to watch my funeral with my own eyes in this life."

Behind him, the panting black-haired young man put his luggage on the ground: "Sean! You are so shameless! Just got out of the car and slipped away so fast, don't you care about your luggage?!"

"Hold on, there are still valuables inside," Azathoth said dissatisfied, "I'll buy you whatever you want to eat along the way, why are you still trembling with a kidney deficiency on your face. "

Shabu gave him a hard look. There was Nodens's head in the box.God knows where the man got this strange habit, and only God knows how nervous he was when he passed the customs not long ago, fearing that he would be regarded as a criminal.

At this time, the crowd who finally reacted gave out enthusiastic cheers.

"Wow!!"

"They're back!"

"Look at lovely Ivan, he's still a head shorter than his brother!"

Shabu rolled his eyes.

Damn, everyone can't live with his height, right?

They also don't think about who they are still alive because of.

——If he hadn’t pulled Azathoth and threatened that if he dared to touch the earth, he would dare to run away from home for another 500 years, and now this group of people would probably be ashes.

He looked up at the sky, where the sun was shining brightly without clouds.

At this moment, Azathoth held his finger behind his back, it was icy cold, as if he had been familiar with it for thousands of years.

Immediately afterwards, the man's hoarse voice appeared next to his ears: "You should still remember that there is a secret passage between the two of us, right?"

Shabu sneered twice: "I haven't even thought about what you lied to me back then."

"Be more atmospheric."

"I do not."

"Boy, how much I have suffered for you. A little gratitude."

"Oh, thank you so much."

At this moment, the garden gate was violently kicked open again.

Immediately afterwards, Atrak, who was holding up his skirt and smiling, rushed over, followed by Nyarlathotep, whose face was full of reluctance, and then he snorted.

"Why don't you elope with me, Mom. I've been waiting for you there for a long time."

Azathoth crossed his arms and commented: "Looking at you group of brats, I can't control the power again. It's about to move."

"Hold on."

"It's too mean. Did my tolerance for you these days make you wantonly forget your last name?"

"You are so annoying." Shabu said helplessly.

He twisted his neck like a thief and looked at Mrs. Sergeyevich who was weeping with joy and sitting by the river, then pressed the back of Azathoth's head, and kissed him lightly on his lips.

Azathoth's lips curled up, and he deepened the kiss mercilessly, even though Nyarlathotep rolled his eyes coldly on the other side.

The author has something to say: Finally, the first article that has neither deleted the outline nor is unfinished is over.Thanks to those who are still following the article after such a long time, I love you so much.And tomorrow will start an extra episode, it is estimated that it will not be too long, just some daily sand sculptures.

Next articlePlease love everyone: "This is how I am in Secondary School"

The young Earl of Anjou, Connard Branson, was invincible and invincible in love, so he was given the nickname: King of the Sea of ​​England.

Even if he was kicked out of England and rushed to Aquitaine in embarrassment, he firmly believed that he could conquer everything, including the rumored Grand Duke Vitellozzo who looked like an angel and had a bad personality like a devil.

Until that day, he knocked on the gate of the castle.The man stood before him with folded arms and said to him:

"roll."

Conrad tried to struggle: "But your mother agrees that I live here..."

The man said lightly: "Before I didn't agree, it was all bullshit."

Oh well.

Conrad looked at the handsome man in front of him ferociously.

Just wait, man, someday I'm gonna make you kneel before me and sing conquest.

Willful and domineering vampire * the little prince in the late stage of the second disease

☆, No Responsibility Extra Story (1)

The life of the gods has always been very boring.

But one day, Azathoth dragged Shabu up from the bed with great interest.

"Wake up boy, don't sleep like a dead pig in my bed."

Shabu groaned, and raised his arms to cover the direct sunlight that hit his eyes: "Speaking of conscience, which one of us sleeps longer? And what's the matter with your expression full of bad water? I always have a very bad feeling."

Azathoth dragged one of the chairs over, sat back on it, and raised the corners of his lips: "Shabu, don't you think the current life is too boring?"

Shabu groaned sleepily on the bed a few times, and turned over with the quilt in his hands: "No matter what you want to say, there is no way."

"Cthulhu told me something he accidentally discovered a few days ago."

Shabu covered his head with the quilt: "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it."

Azathoth narrowed his eyes dangerously, and called out in a drawn-out tone, "Boy."

"What are you doing?" Shabu reluctantly sat up obediently.

"He told me." Azathoth's red eyes flashed a playful light, "There is a spell that can combine the power of two gods to breed offspring."

Shabu stared at him for ten seconds.

At No. 11 seconds, the black-haired, blue-eyed boy yelled, and crawled back on the bed a few steps, only to be held on the spot by the man's ankles with ease.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?" Shabu blushed, "It's so early in the morning, please don't play hooligans."

The man smiled narrowly: "I haven't said anything yet, where are you thinking?"

Shabu pulled the quilt between the two, and said sincerely, "Dear Your Excellency, the way you smile now is like a weasel with malicious intentions."

Azathoth pulled the quilt out of his hand and threw it on the ground: "Be pure in thinking, I am very serious."

"I'm also rejecting your request very seriously." Shabu blinked.

"But I'm too busy."

"Go to sleep if you are too free." Shabu straightened up slowly, trying to free his bare ankle from the man's palm.

With a sneer, Azathoth let go of his hand, and before Shabu had time to hide, he felt the soft corner of the bed sink down a little, and the shadow and the familiar fragrance of cologne enveloped him in it.The man pressed one leg on the edge of the bed, pinched his chin with his free hand, lowered his head, and the two leaned as close as possible, nose to nose, eyes to eyes, Shabu could even feel the warm breath spraying on his skin superior.

The bridge of the nose is high, the thin lips are tightly pressed, the red hair hangs down naturally, and the green eyes are unblinking.

In the face of beauty, Shabu had to admit sadly that even though he had seen this face for tens of thousands of years, once he got close to it, the beauty crit could still make his mind go blank, his blood flow backwards, and his whole body jump around.His chaotic mind was thinking wildly, didn't there be a word, what was it called?

Ah, yes.The old tree is full of spring.

"Hey, idiot."

"What the hell?" He turned his head away muttering, but was picked back by the man again.

"Let's make babies."

Shabu asked nervously, "What do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

Looking at that face, Shabu couldn't say "no".He groaned hard and tried to push the man off his body with his forehead.

"Good job, let me go."

Azathoth raised the corners of his lips, and the smile in his eyes deserved a beating no matter what he looked at: "Agreed?"

Shabu said angrily, "Yes."

"Do you really agree?"

"Yes, Azathoth, please get up, I can hardly breathe under you." Shabu rolled his eyes.

During his waking hours, Azathoth had countless novel thoughts every day.Creating an offspring is also one of those countless ideas that gives Shabu a real headache.

As time passed, he quickly put the matter behind him.Recently, the man is either obsessed with studying the interbreedability of Mi-G and the macrophage worm, or he is domineeringly holding Shabu and sleeping in the gorgeous and dark room of the Addis Palace.

So Shabu just forgot about it.

Until that day, there was a knock on the door that reminded me of death.Shabu shrank from the man's arms around his waist, jumped off the bed, walked through the long hallway, and opened the door.

Atrak Nakya held up his skirt and kept knocking on the door.

"Silly girl, what are you doing?" Shabu asked tolerantly.

Atrak said gossipingly: "There are rumors that you and that adult's child will be born soon. Is it true? I can't believe it at all!"

Shabu was stunned for a few seconds, and then remembered that hundreds of years ago, they had indeed given a certain part of their bodies to Cthulhu.

Not knowing how many turns to turn in my mind, Shabu asked, "Where is that child?"

"The Gate of Chaos, Cthulhu put the spell and the summoning array there before, and then I didn't see him." Atrak said leaning against the door.

However, before she finished speaking, she rushed out of the door like Shabu.

Atlach yelled, "Where are you going?!"

Shabu stopped where he was, turned his head: "The Gate of Chaos. Otherwise, where else can we go?"

"Where's that lord?" Atrak raised his jaw and gestured towards the towering and majestic castle.

Shabu raised the corners of his lips: "He's sleeping."

Atrak shrugged understandingly.

And so, when Azathoth woke up, he found that there was no one around him.Because he had just woken up, the man's green pupils were still hazy. He yawned and straightened up. The white sheet slid from his collarbone to his waist, revealing his lean muscles.Then, he unconsciously looked to the left, focusing on the head of the bed, and a chubby one-eyed baby appeared in his field of vision.

The baby grinned.

Azathoth kicked him down subconsciously: "What the hell."

In the next second, the baby made a loud noise.After hearing the sound, Shabu rushed to open the door, and saw his son crying on the gorgeous woolen floor, and the culprit himself was lazily leaning on the head of the bed, and said to him with a smile on his face: "Good morning."

Shabu felt tired: "Where is the morning? Isn't the time of the whole Addis Palace set by your whim?"

The man asked, "Who is he?" He raised his jaw and motioned to the baby who was trying to crawl to Shabu's side.

"Your son," Shabu said sarcastically, "don't you remember? If you don't remember, can I help you recall how you used your sex and seduction shamelessly one morning? I agreed to make it with you descendants?"

Azathoth lazily said "Oh".

Shabu, who was looking forward to more, silently accused him with blue eyes.

"I almost forgot," the man stood up lightly, and the bed sheet slid down to the floor along his coveted mermaid line, "help me get the pajamas here."

Shabu rolled his eyes vigorously, but his slightly flushed cheeks still revealed some of his emotions.He threw the clothes on Azathoth's head, and the man gave him a warning look, beckoning him not to make a fuss, and then slowly put on his nightgown... still revealing a large bronze chest.

"Excuse me, Azathoth, take away the hormones you have nowhere to put. Your son is still watching here."

Azathoth casually sat on the edge of the bed, and put on his riding boots.Hearing this, he raised his eyelids: "Oh, then he has to learn to adapt."

Shabu smirked.

He could already foresee what was going to happen next.

☆, No Responsibility Extra Story (2)

Years later, Nyarlathotep showed something unusual about him.

It was a sunny morning, and everything was as usual.The third window from the left in the bedroom is still open - because men always like to lean against that window and smoke - there are still messy toys on the soft floor, and the milk bottle that was kicked under the bed is still dripping Suspicious white liquid all over the place, the sun of the illusion still rises as usual.

Yawning, Shabu stomped out of the bedroom.He pushed open the door, saw Azathoth leaning against the wall, and said hello feebly: "Good morning."

"Good morning." Azathoth nodded his jaw and replied.

Shabu gave him a strange look.This is strange, since when had the man who wasn't mean and uncomfortable Ski greeted him in such a patient voice without any sarcasm?

Forget it, he shook his head and only woke up in the morning. It's normal to have auditory hallucinations in his ears.

Azathoth put his hands in the pockets of his black nightgown, stepped on slippers, and followed Shabu down the stairs.Halfway through, the latter suddenly turned around and asked him, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

The man touched his nose with an innocent face: "What's the matter?"

Shabu's face was blank for a moment: "I never imagined that one day, I could still see such an expression on your face."

"I can show you more if you want." Azathoth put a hand on his shoulder.

The corner of Shabu's mouth twitched: "...I think it's better to forget it."

Standing on the next step, he was a whole head shorter than the man.Azathoth bent down, and the faces of the two of them were very close. As soon as Shabu saw the darkness in his red pupils, he felt a warm body against his waist.

The man put his arms around his waist, and took advantage of his height to easily bury his chin in the boy's neck.It was warm there, and there was a familiar smell unique to Shabu. His nose moved, and he couldn't help rubbing his cheek against his skin. He just opened his mouth——

"Excuse me, tell me, what's the matter?"

A voice appeared at the end of the stairs.

Shabu raised his head in response. Azathoth was wearing a gray pajama robe, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a thick ancient book in the other.The sunlight shone through the milky white glass onto his face, which was as flawless as ever, tsk tsk.

After Shabu sighed, he remembered a particularly serious question: Since Azathoth is at the bottom of the stairs, who is this Azathoth in his arms?

The man in the black nightgown clicked softly beside him, raised his hand to scratch his hair, and took a few steps back.He said casually: "Dad, you are so annoying. Why can you show up at critical moments every time?"

The man with the same face at the end of the corridor sneered: "For spanking your ass."

As if Shabu wasn't shocked enough, he took a sip of his coffee and added calmly: "Now, Nyarlathotep, I'll count to three and change back for me. 3, 2..."

"1."

Shabu turned his head again, and there was only a little boy who had just reached his waist.The little boy with blond hair and blue eyes pinched the hem of his clothes like a little angel, then shook the fabric in his hand, and called out sweetly, "Mom."

"..." Shabu fluttered in the wind, and it took a long time to force out two words from his lips, "Trick...Trick the chicken."

"I just wanted to give you a surprise. I didn't expect Dad to jump out and ruin everything." The villain Nyarlathotep complained first.

Shab: "..."

Azathoth: "..."

He himself is already shameless enough, but he never expected that there would be someone more limitless than him.The man was a little surprised, but also a little proud to think that it really deserves to be his own genes.

But that being said, the son should still be beaten.As soon as Nyarlathotep saw his eyes, he knew what he was thinking, and immediately sprinted to hide behind Shabu, poking his head and saying, "Mom, help! Look, Dad, he wants to kill me!"

Shabu caught him from behind and gently stroked the golden hair on his head: "Don't worry, I will rescue you before he kills you."

Nyarlathotep didn't want to let go.

Azathoth strode up the stairs with long legs and slapped the book on Nyarlathotep's head, who reluctantly helped him with the book.So the man put one free hand around Shabu's waist, lazily dropped a dripping kiss on Shabu's cheek, and was pushed aside by the black-haired young man with disgust on his face.

Nyarlathotep stood under them with a cold face: "Mom, one day I will rescue you from this big devil."

Shabu knocked his head angrily: "Go to Atrak to steal comics again?"

"Leave him alone." Faced with Nyarlathotep's constant humming and humming that tried to make noise to increase his sense of presence, Azathoth regretted his decision to have a child on a whim.

The author has something to say: This is the end of the story for the time being.I'll add it later when I get inspired haha.