Why. Why?


    I am a priest, praying to my God.


    The Great God of Life, Ulhu’Cth.


    Then, why?


    My God appeared out of the sky, and began casting his divine magic on all of us.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    We thought it was a blessing.


    Our utopian civilisation is a sanctuary of vitality, formed thousands of years ago when the Great God himself granted knowledge to our ancestors.


    Then why is he taking it all away?


    We all thought His Tentacled Self’s second descent was to once more impart his sacredness, so the entire planet’s people gathered to welcome his arrival.


    No.


    It was death magic, reaping our souls.


    We are all doomed. People are crumpling around me.


    I feel strands of essence leaving my body, and sense my consciousness fading away.


    If it is one final thing I desire, it is an answer.


    Why?