R’lyeh was the land of the sea.
The entire city gave a sense of the unclean, evoking a strong sense of iniquity and disgust, but at the same time it was impossible to deny its grandeur, its majesty, and its high artistic achievements.
Indeed, this was not just a mere city. It was massive in size, with three levels of structures rising up from its foundation, and there was a clear division of labor among its inhabitants. It could be called a kingdom unto itself.
At the topmost level of the city, a palace stood at the highest point, visible from everywhere. It rose up from the center of the city like the moon surrounded by the stars, an undeniable symbol of its status.
The palace was built from countless blocks of dark green stone, and mysterious brilliant gold paint outlined the grooves carved into its walls. At night or in times of battle, these magic patterns would burst into light and shine brightly.
The master of R’lyeh was the only person allowed to set foot in the highest level of the palace. Even the god Dagon wasn’t permitted entry.
The palace was dozens of meters high, and the inner dome was inlaid with an intricate pattern of brilliant green gems. In the darkness of the palace’s upper reaches, they emitted a ghostly glow.
The huge Roman columns that supported the hall were carved with exquisite reliefs. Ordinary people couldn’t look at them casually or they would suffer intense mental damage. Only investigators who’d studied Cthulhu mythology and the occult might be able to grasp something of their meaning, a record of the glorious achievements of R’lyeh’s unnamable king.
Beneath the dome of the palace, the entire hall was filled with the deep and bottomless sea. The water was transparent and green, and filled the concave surface of the hall.
Indeed, aside from the central passage, every other place within the palace was filled with sea water, and its depths weren’t visible at a glance, but it produced a strange, incomparable fragrance, as if something inexpressible had been mixed into the air. It was cold and aromatic, noble and rich, and utterly fascinated the mind.
At the far end of the central passage, two thrones carved of emerald jade and white bone rested on a stone plinth. Traces of water were visible on the cold white jade steps.
On one of the thrones sat a man with dark wheat skin. His brow was cold and majestic. His head rested on his hand and his eyes were closed as if in meditation.
At that moment, the sound of splashing water suddenly rang out.
Ripples appeared on the surface of the pool in the main hall, rings expanding like a flower pattern until they reached the furthest edges of the water, followed by a ring of waves.
Immediately after, a pale hand emerged from beneath the surface of the water. The fingertips were soaking wet.
A mass of dark green hair floated up. It created a bizarre image, as if thousands of strands of algae were dancing wildly.
Then the cold sea water was swept away, and a young man emerged from the water. His dark golden eyes were long and narrow, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with a strange, demonic green color, giving rise to a bewitching sense of beauty.
A rain of water droplets fell from his long hair, rolled down the center of his forehead to the bridge of his nose, then to the line of his lower jaw, hanging like crystalline beads on his sharp chin, then falling to his shoulders.
The young evil god casually crooked a finger, and the water obediently gathered itself and lifted him into the air.
His body was entirely unclothed, exposing a wide expanse of pale skin like a vampire from Nordic legend.
It wasn’t until he was completely out of the water that it became clear his dark green hair fell all the way to his ankles.
He stepped down from the pillar of water and planted his bare feet on the cold jade steps. His long hair dragged behind him on the ground, and a puddle of water formed on the smooth jade floor as droplets fell from his skin.
His hair was thick and dense. Long heavy locks fell in front of him, obscuring the sight of the young man’s beautiful body.
But after walking up the steps, Zong Yan wasn’t in a hurry to go further. Instead he looked down and watched with great interest as his long hair left a trail of water on the floor.
“Stop playing with it,” the evil god sitting on the throne said in a low voice.
Startled, Zong Yan raised his head in time to see the man on the throne looking over.
“Lord Brother!” He gave a cheerful cry. With a sweet smile on his face he rushed over.
When the Lord of R’lyeh saw his own half-self running towards him, he couldn’t help but soften a little inside. The dark golden eyes that were normally filled with tyranny were carefully restrained and lost their fierceness.
He opened his arms and embraced the young man who came running, then naturally sat down on the throne, allowing the young evil god to lean on him in the most comfortable position.
“Why aren’t you wearing clothes?” As Cthulhu spoke, he felt the slippery touch of the young man’s bare arms and wrinkled his forehead.
“It was an accident. When I changed back to my original body, I didn’t control it very well, and the clothes were shredded.”
Zong Yan didn’t realize anything was wrong. He blinked innocently, bent his legs, and sat on his elder brother’s lap.
The water droplets in his hair hadn’t completely dried. Now they fell on the Lord of R’lyeh’s robe, leaving a dark, damp patch.
From a distance, it looked like a pair of inseparable twins were embracing each other on the throne.
“Is something bothering you, gege?”
Cthulhu saw the young man’s long eyelashes shadowing a pair of dark golden eyes exactly like his own. At the moment, those eyes were filled with the Lord of R’lyeh’s reflection, and when the Lord of R’lyeh saw this, his heart surged with contentment.
But it was strange to feel such closeness and pleasure. Normally, no matter how many galaxies he successfully destroyed, the Lord of R’lyeh would never experience such emotion—
It felt like something that was missing had returned to him.
And, indeed, this young man was the half-self of the great Cthulhu.
To be more precise, he was the half-self of both Cthulhu, the Lord of R’lyeh, and Hastur, the Lord of Carcosa.
Long ago, this treasure had accidentally fallen into Cthulhu’s hands. Normally, according to the usual thought patterns of evil gods, he would have regarded it as no more than a kind of tonic. Moreover, it was likely that he was the source of the small gap in power between Cthulhu and Hastur.
And huge, slime-laden tentacles with mucus patted down the frail body of the young man, wrapping around him, drilling into the young evil god, obeying the call of their master.
But no matter what Cthulhu did, his supposed half-self didn’t respond. His sea of consciousness was empty, and he was unable to return to his original form.
If I devour him, my power will grow even stronger.
The eyes of the Lord of R’lyeh were dark and obscure and inhumanly cold.
But the feeling of closeness was unique, so unique that it actually made an evil god feel the emotion of “hesitation”.
Forget it, I’m not in need of such power anyway, the Lord of R’lyeh thought carelessly.
He then spent millions of years trying to warm this lifeless body, waiting and waiting. Finally, just a short while ago, the young evil god finally awakened.
Maybe it was fledgling syndrome, or maybe that unusual feeling was two-way. Faced with the first person he’d seen after waking up, the young man was filled with a strong sense of closeness and familiarity.
Cthulhu pulled out a shirt. His face revealed neither happiness nor anger, but he carefully dressed the young man and fastened the buttons.
The hands of his current body were large, with rough calluses. When passing over the teenager’s delicate skin, they occasionally scratched him, leaving shocking red marks.
“The human body is just too fragile.” The Lord of R’lyeh frowned, but his hands became more gentle. “Lift your feet.”
The young man could only hook his hands around his brother’s neck, resting his head on the evil god’s chest, almost kneeling on his body while Cthulhu’s arms circled him and draped him in the robes.
His docile appearance instantly eased the Lord of R’lyeh’s irritation. When he finished dressing his half-self, he reached out again and rubbed the shaggy head.
“Elder brother?” Zong Yan looked up in confusion and met his brother’s golden eyes.
To look directly into the eyes of an evil god is to glimpse the underlying truth of their existence. They saw the exact same things in each other’s eyes.
—They were inseparable halves of the same body, the closest beings in the universe to each other, and this was an unalterable fact.
Nothing could separate them, even that vile, nasty villain who liked to dress up in yellow.
“No harm done.”
The Lord of R’lyeh moved his hands away as if nothing had happened.
—
But as it turned out, after various things that transpired later, the Lord of the Interstellar Spaces eventually discovered the existence of the half-self that was so closely protected by Cthulhu.
“Who are you?”
The young evil god tilted his head, and the dark green of his eyes pierced the sight of the King in Yellow, dazzling him.
“Don’t you sense it? A feeling of closeness you’ve never felt before?”
Hastur hooked the corners of his mouth, and his long, slender fingers gently cupped the face of the young evil god, allowing the latter to look directly at the unnamable god in the deep, ragged hood.
Zong Yan felt a mysterious, metaphysical divine consciousness wrapping around him. Thousands of stars flickered brightly at his feet, as if he were stepping into the vast universe.
“Go to sleep.”
In the end, this newborn evil god couldn’t control his power as well as an older evil god. In Hastur’s eyes, Zong Yan’s strength was full of flaws.
The older god stretched out his hands to enfold the young man more steadily in his arms. Beneath his hood, his hidden face revealed a well-pleased smile, and he returned with his burden to the royal palace of Carcosa.
All the dependent clans of the Lord of Interstellar Spaces watched, unable to imagine how the usually superior, cold, and unfeeling evil god could ever reveal such tenderness to another being.
“My second self…”
The Lord of Interstellar Spaces placed the young evil god in the air. Unspeakable tentacles slid out from beneath the yellow robe and stroked Zong Yan’s face.
This green color was really too much of an eyesore.
I will not allow my own half-self to bear any traces of defilement by that filthy, disgusting Cthulhu.
Starlight gathered over the young man and slowly merged into his body.
His limbs began to twitch, and large drops of sweat seeped from his skin and evaporated in the air.
Because of his lack of power and long period of dormancy, Zong Yan had never been able to transform into his evil god body. He could only exist in the shape of a human being.
The Lord of Interstellar Spaces gazed at the young man’s trembling body and suddenly leaned down. The unspeakable, savage tentacles wiped away the tears from the corners of the young man’s eyes with a tenderness that was completely inconsistent with his usual attitude.
“Go to sleep.”
Hastur whispered and revealed a slight smile.
—
The author has something to say:
Well, after seeing everyone in the comment section frantically begging for a HE extra for Mr. C and Hastur, I decided to write this for the last extra. I’m a sweet Crow, after all!
This book contains all the delusions and brainstorming of YaYa’s chuuni period. For example, discovering you have superpowers and joining a mysterious organization. I see everyone’s feedback in the comment area. Hahaha, sure enough, everyone’s chuuni period is the same! Happiness!
At this point, this novel is completely finished. Thank you all for your company along the way. I’m really happy to write about this subject, and I also thank you for your support and encouragement. If not for you lovely people, I wouldn’t have the motivation to write. Love you all, muah!
—
Finally, babies, if you enjoyed this story, you can return to the main page of this story and give YaYa five-star praise in the rating section. Thank you!
It’s the end of a journey, and I thank you for your company. If we’re destined, we’ll meet again on the next leg of the journey~
I will always love writing novels! I will always love every character I write about! I love them all!
Of course, I also love you in front of the screen!! Muah!!!
TL Notes:
All done! ﾟ･✿ヾ╲(｡◕‿◕｡)╱✿･ﾟ
As the author said, it’s the end of a journey. This is by far the longest novel I’ve ever worked on. Thank you for accompanying me along the way! ٩(◕‿◕)۶
Thank you to the lovely readers who made Ko-Fi donations! You funded my addiction to caffeine and food and kept me typing!
Thank you to the loyal commenters who kept me motivated! Feedback is like oxygen. Without you it would have taken much longer to finish this tl! Stars, discord cookies, and emoji reacts included ♥
Thank you to the kind evangelists who took the time to rate and review this tl and recommended it to others! You’re what enables other readers to find this novel
Thank you to the admins and fellow tls at Foxaholic. You guys kept me going when I was drowning in double-length chapters!
And of course: Thank you to the author for writing such an amazing story! My view of the Lovecraft mythos has changed forever. In my heart, Yog-Sothoth will always be a cold, arrogant, unsurpassed ML
R’lyeh was the land of the sea.
The entire city gave a sense of the unclean, evoking a strong sense of iniquity and disgust, but at the same time it was impossible to deny its grandeur, its majesty, and its high artistic achievements.
Indeed, this was not just a mere city. It was massive in size, with three levels of structures rising up from its foundation, and there was a clear division of labor among its inhabitants. It could be called a kingdom unto itself.
At the topmost level of the city, a palace stood at the highest point, visible from everywhere. It rose up from the center of the city like the moon surrounded by the stars, an undeniable symbol of its status.
The palace was built from countless blocks of dark green stone, and mysterious brilliant gold paint outlined the grooves carved into its walls. At night or in times of battle, these magic patterns would burst into light and shine brightly.
The master of R’lyeh was the only person allowed to set foot in the highest level of the palace. Even the god Dagon wasn’t permitted entry.
The palace was dozens of meters high, and the inner dome was inlaid with an intricate pattern of brilliant green gems. In the darkness of the palace’s upper reaches, they emitted a ghostly glow.
The huge Roman columns that supported the hall were carved with exquisite reliefs. Ordinary people couldn’t look at them casually or they would suffer intense mental damage. Only investigators who’d studied Cthulhu mythology and the occult might be able to grasp something of their meaning, a record of the glorious achievements of R’lyeh’s unnamable king.
Beneath the dome of the palace, the entire hall was filled with the deep and bottomless sea. The water was transparent and green, and filled the concave surface of the hall.
Indeed, aside from the central passage, every other place within the palace was filled with sea water, and its depths weren’t visible at a glance, but it produced a strange, incomparable fragrance, as if something inexpressible had been mixed into the air. It was cold and aromatic, noble and rich, and utterly fascinated the mind.
At the far end of the central passage, two thrones carved of emerald jade and white bone rested on a stone plinth. Traces of water were visible on the cold white jade steps.
On one of the thrones sat a man with dark wheat skin. His brow was cold and majestic. His head rested on his hand and his eyes were closed as if in meditation.
At that moment, the sound of splashing water suddenly rang out.
Ripples appeared on the surface of the pool in the main hall, rings expanding like a flower pattern until they reached the furthest edges of the water, followed by a ring of waves.
Immediately after, a pale hand emerged from beneath the surface of the water. The fingertips were soaking wet.
A mass of dark green hair floated up. It created a bizarre image, as if thousands of strands of algae were dancing wildly.
Then the cold sea water was swept away, and a young man emerged from the water. His dark golden eyes were long and narrow, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with a strange, demonic green color, giving rise to a bewitching sense of beauty.
A rain of water droplets fell from his long hair, rolled down the center of his forehead to the bridge of his nose, then to the line of his lower jaw, hanging like crystalline beads on his sharp chin, then falling to his shoulders.
The young evil god casually crooked a finger, and the water obediently gathered itself and lifted him into the air.
His body was entirely unclothed, exposing a wide expanse of pale skin like a vampire from Nordic legend.
It wasn’t until he was completely out of the water that it became clear his dark green hair fell all the way to his ankles.
He stepped down from the pillar of water and planted his bare feet on the cold jade steps. His long hair dragged behind him on the ground, and a puddle of water formed on the smooth jade floor as droplets fell from his skin.
His hair was thick and dense. Long heavy locks fell in front of him, obscuring the sight of the young man’s beautiful body.
But after walking up the steps, Zong Yan wasn’t in a hurry to go further. Instead he looked down and watched with great interest as his long hair left a trail of water on the floor.
“Stop playing with it,” the evil god sitting on the throne said in a low voice.
Startled, Zong Yan raised his head in time to see the man on the throne looking over.
“Lord Brother!” He gave a cheerful cry. With a sweet smile on his face he rushed over.
When the Lord of R’lyeh saw his own half-self running towards him, he couldn’t help but soften a little inside. The dark golden eyes that were normally filled with tyranny were carefully restrained and lost their fierceness.
He opened his arms and embraced the young man who came running, then naturally sat down on the throne, allowing the young evil god to lean on him in the most comfortable position.
“Why aren’t you wearing clothes?” As Cthulhu spoke, he felt the slippery touch of the young man’s bare arms and wrinkled his forehead.
“It was an accident. When I changed back to my original body, I didn’t control it very well, and the clothes were shredded.”
Zong Yan didn’t realize anything was wrong. He blinked innocently, bent his legs, and sat on his elder brother’s lap.
The water droplets in his hair hadn’t completely dried. Now they fell on the Lord of R’lyeh’s robe, leaving a dark, damp patch.
From a distance, it looked like a pair of inseparable twins were embracing each other on the throne.
“Is something bothering you, gege?”
Cthulhu saw the young man’s long eyelashes shadowing a pair of dark golden eyes exactly like his own. At the moment, those eyes were filled with the Lord of R’lyeh’s reflection, and when the Lord of R’lyeh saw this, his heart surged with contentment.
But it was strange to feel such closeness and pleasure. Normally, no matter how many galaxies he successfully destroyed, the Lord of R’lyeh would never experience such emotion—
It felt like something that was missing had returned to him.
And, indeed, this young man was the half-self of the great Cthulhu.
To be more precise, he was the half-self of both Cthulhu, the Lord of R’lyeh, and Hastur, the Lord of Carcosa.
Long ago, this treasure had accidentally fallen into Cthulhu’s hands. Normally, according to the usual thought patterns of evil gods, he would have regarded it as no more than a kind of tonic. Moreover, it was likely that he was the source of the small gap in power between Cthulhu and Hastur.
And huge, slime-laden tentacles with mucus patted down the frail body of the young man, wrapping around him, drilling into the young evil god, obeying the call of their master.
But no matter what Cthulhu did, his supposed half-self didn’t respond. His sea of consciousness was empty, and he was unable to return to his original form.
If I devour him, my power will grow even stronger.
The eyes of the Lord of R’lyeh were dark and obscure and inhumanly cold.
But the feeling of closeness was unique, so unique that it actually made an evil god feel the emotion of “hesitation”.
Forget it, I’m not in need of such power anyway, the Lord of R’lyeh thought carelessly.
He then spent millions of years trying to warm this lifeless body, waiting and waiting. Finally, just a short while ago, the young evil god finally awakened.
Maybe it was fledgling syndrome, or maybe that unusual feeling was two-way. Faced with the first person he’d seen after waking up, the young man was filled with a strong sense of closeness and familiarity.
Cthulhu pulled out a shirt. His face revealed neither happiness nor anger, but he carefully dressed the young man and fastened the buttons.
The hands of his current body were large, with rough calluses. When passing over the teenager’s delicate skin, they occasionally scratched him, leaving shocking red marks.
“The human body is just too fragile.” The Lord of R’lyeh frowned, but his hands became more gentle. “Lift your feet.”
The young man could only hook his hands around his brother’s neck, resting his head on the evil god’s chest, almost kneeling on his body while Cthulhu’s arms circled him and draped him in the robes.
His docile appearance instantly eased the Lord of R’lyeh’s irritation. When he finished dressing his half-self, he reached out again and rubbed the shaggy head.
“Elder brother?” Zong Yan looked up in confusion and met his brother’s golden eyes.
To look directly into the eyes of an evil god is to glimpse the underlying truth of their existence. They saw the exact same things in each other’s eyes.
—They were inseparable halves of the same body, the closest beings in the universe to each other, and this was an unalterable fact.
Nothing could separate them, even that vile, nasty villain who liked to dress up in yellow.
“No harm done.”
The Lord of R’lyeh moved his hands away as if nothing had happened.
—
But as it turned out, after various things that transpired later, the Lord of the Interstellar Spaces eventually discovered the existence of the half-self that was so closely protected by Cthulhu.
“Who are you?”
The young evil god tilted his head, and the dark green of his eyes pierced the sight of the King in Yellow, dazzling him.
“Don’t you sense it? A feeling of closeness you’ve never felt before?”
Hastur hooked the corners of his mouth, and his long, slender fingers gently cupped the face of the young evil god, allowing the latter to look directly at the unnamable god in the deep, ragged hood.
Zong Yan felt a mysterious, metaphysical divine consciousness wrapping around him. Thousands of stars flickered brightly at his feet, as if he were stepping into the vast universe.
“Go to sleep.”
In the end, this newborn evil god couldn’t control his power as well as an older evil god. In Hastur’s eyes, Zong Yan’s strength was full of flaws.
The older god stretched out his hands to enfold the young man more steadily in his arms. Beneath his hood, his hidden face revealed a well-pleased smile, and he returned with his burden to the royal palace of Carcosa.
All the dependent clans of the Lord of Interstellar Spaces watched, unable to imagine how the usually superior, cold, and unfeeling evil god could ever reveal such tenderness to another being.
“My second self…”
The Lord of Interstellar Spaces placed the young evil god in the air. Unspeakable tentacles slid out from beneath the yellow robe and stroked Zong Yan’s face.
This green color was really too much of an eyesore.
I will not allow my own half-self to bear any traces of defilement by that filthy, disgusting Cthulhu.
Starlight gathered over the young man and slowly merged into his body.
His limbs began to twitch, and large drops of sweat seeped from his skin and evaporated in the air.
Because of his lack of power and long period of dormancy, Zong Yan had never been able to transform into his evil god body. He could only exist in the shape of a human being.
The Lord of Interstellar Spaces gazed at the young man’s trembling body and suddenly leaned down. The unspeakable, savage tentacles wiped away the tears from the corners of the young man’s eyes with a tenderness that was completely inconsistent with his usual attitude.
“Go to sleep.”
Hastur whispered and revealed a slight smile.
—
The author has something to say:
Well, after seeing everyone in the comment section frantically begging for a HE extra for Mr. C and Hastur, I decided to write this for the last extra. I’m a sweet Crow, after all!
This book contains all the delusions and brainstorming of YaYa’s chuuni period. For example, discovering you have superpowers and joining a mysterious organization. I see everyone’s feedback in the comment area. Hahaha, sure enough, everyone’s chuuni period is the same! Happiness!
At this point, this novel is completely finished. Thank you all for your company along the way. I’m really happy to write about this subject, and I also thank you for your support and encouragement. If not for you lovely people, I wouldn’t have the motivation to write. Love you all, muah!
—
Finally, babies, if you enjoyed this story, you can return to the main page of this story and give YaYa five-star praise in the rating section. Thank you!
It’s the end of a journey, and I thank you for your company. If we’re destined, we’ll meet again on the next leg of the journey~
I will always love writing novels! I will always love every character I write about! I love them all!
Of course, I also love you in front of the screen!! Muah!!!
TL Notes:
All done! ﾟ･✿ヾ╲(｡◕‿◕｡)╱✿･ﾟ
As the author said, it’s the end of a journey. This is by far the longest novel I’ve ever worked on. Thank you for accompanying me along the way! ٩(◕‿◕)۶
Thank you to the lovely readers who made Ko-Fi donations! You funded my addiction to caffeine and food and kept me typing!
Thank you to the loyal commenters who kept me motivated! Feedback is like oxygen. Without you it would have taken much longer to finish this tl! Stars, discord cookies, and emoji reacts included ♥
Thank you to the kind evangelists who took the time to rate and review this tl and recommended it to others! You’re what enables other readers to find this novel
Thank you to the admins and fellow tls at Foxaholic. You guys kept me going when I was drowning in double-length chapters!
And of course: Thank you to the author for writing such an amazing story! My view of the Lovecraft mythos has changed forever. In my heart, Yog-Sothoth will always be a cold, arrogant, unsurpassed ML
