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What an absurdly cute world, this one was. So bright and full of lush greens, deep blues and other vibrantly colored things. The little ones that scurry about it, peaceful and oblivious to us. It makes me wonder why my brother Nyarlathotep, the faceless messenger of our Father, the literal embodiment of Chaos and Despair chose it as our meeting grounds, let alone our home. Regardless, I swam through the space that existed between the plains of reality, and as I floated down through the stars I compacted my form into something suitable, something that your mind would understand. I would describe what I truly looked like to you, but I fear lesser beings have neither the words nor the strength of mind to even grasp a fraction of my appearance.
I land softly, my two legs feet having black heels upon them, similarly dark skirt, button shirt and suit jacket along with my white haired bob cut blowing in the soft breeze. My green eyes survey the area, taking in the dainty white balls that were clouds, hanging with a blue sky that hovered over the distant New York. Right now I was alone, the only sound being the wind.
The insects and other animals had fallen silent, they knew to be quiet when something dangerous was close. I stood, I waited and soon the sky above me darkened, clouds turning grey and gathering together as thunder boomed and cracked. I look up to see a bolt of lightning flare bright, arching straight towards me. It strikes the ground, releasing a shockwave of energy that causes the trees to bend away from the force. I turn my head so that the dirt flung from the blast does not get into my eye, and when I look back I see that there is now a small crater in the ground, the grass around it on fire.
Standing in the middle of said crater was a tall, slim built handsome man. His shoulder length hair was the color of silver, slicked back over his head. His eyes, which for one brief moment where a vibrant orange turn to the same blue as the sky. He locks onto me and lets out a booming laugh as he walks forward, his arms, which were clad in a black suit jacket spread wide. “Nephthys, my sister!” Nyarlathotep cries as he embraces me, a maniacal grin stretching his avatars lips. “Hello brother, how are you?” I ask as I return his hug. He backs away and surveys me as he responds, “Wonderful, simply wonderful! I feel even better now that you are here, for it is ever such an honor to be in the presence of Nephthys, the Pale Faced Beast, the Ceaseless Nightmare, the Black Eyed Vampire!” He laughs again as he lists three of the thousands of titles that I have, even though my few thousand are nothing compared to his many millions. “I would say the same about you, Nyarlathotep. The Crawling Chaos, The Floating Horror, The Messenger of Azathoth, True Lord of the Outer gods.” I reply. My brother smiles, pale jasper in place of light blue. “Out of all of our siblings, I find you to be the only one I trust.” He claps his hands together as he continues, “Now that pleasantries are out of the way, then let us be off.”
I turn and there stands not but ten steps away a trio of humans, their pink skin hiding a banquet of oh so delectable red blood. I step forward, fingers extending into jet black claws. A hand falls on my shoulder, its purple blue skin rippling as something even more horrific yearns to come out. “No need for that, dear sister.” Nyarlathotep says, pushing past me and towards the group, his flesh changing and shifting. Soon the pale haired man in front of me becomes a pharaoh of ancient Egypt, black and gold mask as terrifying as the yellow robes he now wears. The three stare at him for one moment, two, three, and then fall to their knees, heads bowed in awe. “You are him, our master stands before us!” One of them cries, her entire body trembling, eyes refusing to leave their spot on the ground. The Pharaoh shifts and soon the white haired man returns, grinning like always.
“Rise, my loyal pets, and greet my sister.” He tells them and they at once face me. The closest one reaches for the ring upon her finger, an impressive ideal cut diamond wedding band. She holds it up to me, hands shaking with fear as her timid voice speaks. “For you, Lady Nephthys, for you alone are worthy of such a thing.” I hold it, admiring the gleam the rock gives off from the sunlight. “This is quite the ring, thank you for this.” I tell her, fitting the band on my finger. “No, thank you, Master of Shadows, for even being in the presence of ones so unworthy as us” Nyar laugh heartily, and gestures for us to follow.