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The wind howls beside villager's ears, a huge dark cloud slowly pursues their way. A small village beside the dark forest lives a group of happy farmers. The eaves made of straw shakes when the wind blows on them. People stare at the giant cloud, elder ones whisper their prays, younglings crying in their mom's arm, the pressure starts to grow rapidly. The dark forest starts to shake, the wind blows the leaves off the sapless tree, animals start running away from the cloud, even bears stop it's praying and ran as fast as they can. Thunder strikes far away from the village, it seems like the cloud is eating up the forest or maybe the whole land. Villagers rush into their shaky home and lock up their windows and doors, they knew to themselves, something bad is happening. The cloud slowly floats towards the village closer and closer, the air feels so dense that its impossible to breathe. When the cloud got so close to the village the villagers finally see the true identity, its no lightning striking, its huge tentacles. The tip of the tentacles strike the ground so hard that the whole earth shakes, the thing stops infront of the village and glances down.

"Beware, pathetic bugs, I am the god of destruction, Cthulhu, you shall all bow to me and sacrifice what I want, otherwise, there shall be no more living beings on earth except for me, my rage will ring down on earth, nothing can stop me." The tentacle strikes the ground again the sound is so loud that it covers up the sound of younglings crying. Villagers start coming out of their little houses, they finally got a clear look at the monster, there are hundreds of eyes on his head, the mouth looks like a giant wormhole and the teeth are grown all around the inner mouth. There is no body but only tentacles grown straight below the enormous head. One brave villager picks up an ax and charges toward one of the tentacles, when the ax strikes down on to the tentacle, the ax shattered into a million pieces. Cthulhu looks down and within a splash, the man disappears, all it is left is a pile of flesh and a tentacle on top of the flesh. Cthulhu laughs, the ground starts to shake, the trees start to collapse, the villagers all fell down on the ground and covers their ears. Cthulhu stops laughing "Humans, pathetic!" Cthulhu breathes out giant mist from its mouth and when the mist touches the skin of the villager the inner organ starts to melt until all there is left are piles of flesh and blood. Cthulhu breathes back the mist and glances down at the few survivors, "I demand one human baby inside the dark forest temple every year and it has to be alive with blood and organ and very healthy, if not, the earth shall be struck in half and all living beings shall die." Cthulhu slowly floats away leaving the villagers crying and screaming. After then, every year the villagers will sacrifice one baby, they put the baby inside a basket in the temple, and take away the basket in the next morning, all its left in the basket is a dried-up empty corpse of the baby.