[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

87: R'lyeh 11

Hastur and Cthulhu fought on a frequent basis, but among evil gods, fighting was also a way of expressing intimacy in a relationship. Therefore, these two rarely used their true bodies in such collisions. Neither wanted to disgust themselves.

But given the intensity of the current conflict, there wasn't the slightest possibility of that kind of entanglement. Cthulhu tore space apart and used a large part of his strength to pour half of the ocean into the dimension controlled by Hastur.

He could set everything else aside, but this... he couldn't bear it.

He'd worked so hard for so many years, pouring his strength into his half-self to warm it and breathe life into it, and after all those years, his second self finally woke up. And what happened then? He took a trip to his home planet, and when he came back he found his nemesis had come over to dig under his wall. It was beyond endurance!

This wasn't just about his face as an evil god. It was about the ownership of his second self.

After a moment, space shattered with a bang. The two evil gods reappeared above the planet.

They'd both revealed their original bodies, like two formidable mountains poised in the sky. The surface of the ocean was painted with uncanny shadows.

The bodies of the evil gods weren't made of pure matter or pure energy. They could switch between different forms and even different dimensions, passing through the gap between reality and consciousness at will. Their bodies were closer to a gelatinous substance, soft and malleable, but inside was an unbelievable profusion of evil power. Every evil god was an "anomaly", a being that shouldn't exist.

Just how huge was the true body of an evil god? A single tentacle stretched for kilometers, not to mention the enormous head. If someone looked up and saw this, they would only fall to their knees and cry out that the end of days had come.

As the saying goes, when gods fight, little goblins suffer.

As Cthulhu and Hastur battled in the sky, the fight between R'lyeh and Carcosa on the sea and in the air accelerated into white-hot intensity.

The Deep Ones threw their harpoons and pierced the Byakhee in mid-air. The Lloigor turned into their pure energy forms and tried to avoid attracting attention, but moments later were forced into physical form by Dagon's poisonous fog. Shoggoth tentacles danced wildly on the surface of the ocean. At any given moment, large sections of flesh would be torn apart by the sharp claws of the Byakhee and thrown into the sea. The writhing tentacles pinwheeled as they fell, then disappeared into the whirlpools that dotted the water.

The battle was now in full swing. After the two evil gods began to fight, they reversed the weather, and air currents in the upper-level of the atmosphere began to rotate. Cthulhu's usual attack methods used water, while Hastur was an expert at manipulating wind. In a short time several massive water tornadoes appeared on the ocean, and the rain came pouring down.

"Defend the city!"

Dagon, who was fighting Ithaqua, raised the point of his staff at the risk of losing his arm. He activated the remaining protective runes to re-establish R'lyeh's protection.

The battle between the gods accelerated so quickly that the surviving soldiers on each side had no choice but to retreat. They returned to their own camps and stood ready.

If Cthulhu and Hastur really wanted to fight, they wouldn't spare a thought for the life and death of their tiny ant clansmen. In previous bouts they'd destroyed entire cities and rebuilt them.

The sky and the earth began to dim and darken.

The sunlight that fell on the blue planet was eclipsed by an even larger and more terrifying existence. A tangled mass of shadows occupied the entire sky above the Pacific Ocean, stretching from one end of the horizon to the other.