Fire In The Sky
Azathoth and Other Horrors
I saw then a blighted plain surrounded by a primeval wood, and within it stood a strange metallic cone, carv’d all over with symbols in a crawling and indecipherable language. And from an opening in the cone emerged a flight of the vilest insects, skulking silently into the night. My companion warned me away, saying that these were outcastes from an ancient and sinister star. Having destroyed long ago their original home by worship of the blasphemous Azathoth, they wandered the void between stars, coming at last to Earth. They found the creatures here much to their liking, as their minds were weak and malleable.
When a promising specimen is found, the creature would approach by night (for the light of the sun contains harmful rays which these creatures cannot abide) and paralyze its target with a potent bite, before entering its cranial cavity. During the daytime, the creature behaves more or less as normal, but by night the insect within becomes active, implanting dreams, emotions and memories, gradually twisting the mind of its subject until it is broken to the insectoid will. Often the hapless victim is unaware of the process, except to be aware of the great difficulty sleeping caused by the insect within. It is said that the wisest ancients knew of the existence of these creatures, and turned to the science of trepanation to drive them out.
But then the wind shifted my companion’s cowl and I saw beneath a glimpse of the face of a rotting goat, and gleaming red eyes. I stumbled back as the figure leered at me. “But all knowledge has a price,” said he, and then began a horrific shrieking, and I awoke in my bed, drenched in sweat and unsure how much that I had seen was illusion and how much reality.