“Hear us, Great Old one- Old one hear us.”
With a horrid screech, he howled the ancient tongue, driving the fools insane and silencing their endless, insipid mantra.
It was true that his memory began far before the stars sparkled in the heavens, but he would also be there eons from now, to witness those same lights extinguished into infinite darkness.
How dare these humans, these meandering insects, call him…
…call him “Old One” on, of all days, his birthday.
Why, he hadn’t even reached middle age.