HUBERT SPALA

[HUBERT SPALA]

Iod, the Shining Hunter

One can imagine the gods of the cosmos to be unconquerable. Vast entities of radiant power, their mesmerising flesh forms woven from the matter of the stars, their wills encompassing space and time with laughable ease, their contempt towards lessers forms of existence almost palpable in everyday dread of the feeble mortals. And yet, the old adage that there is always a bigger fish holds true even for such incomprehensible monsters - nature, even if we use the term very loosely when it comes to such beings, still follow its simple forms. Predators that hunt other predators exist after all, and Iod is one of them. An endless traveller across the vastness of the cosmos, he seek the glory of the challenging hunts, drawn towards luminous souls and potent energies, seeking out gods of the aeons to put them down with his spear wrought by the essence of the slayed divinities. There is no escape, for he can travel through time and planes of existence. He slip through Dreamlands into reality, he sniff the aether of the diagonal spaces, he knows where his chosen prey is, and prowl endlessly in pursue to finally catch up and fight a true struggle of cataclysmic proportions. Stars dwindle, systems shatter and the tormented space scream in the duels. Som far Iod emerged victorious on all his hunts - and we can only be grateful that we will never be his prey, as unworthy and minuscule as we are.

[HUBERT SPALA]

Experimenting with Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos. Second is more Black Pharaoh, shedding the skin of a mortal. It has a nice story to it, but it lacks in flesh horror spectacle. The first one… Yeah. Thisd one is speaking to me. It’s a gnarly boy. Skulls and flesh.

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Yog-Sothtoth, the Gate and the Key

There outside the feeble, flimsy bauble of reality stirs a power unlike any. One freed from the shackles of existence and yet very much a prisoner in a new, unfathomable way, for it the Universe is a snow globe – pristine and shiny bauble that can be shaken and watched, but hard to penetrate into without shattering it beyond repair. It is all-encompassing, omniscient, all-powerful in its own dimension, but harsh, unyielding realspace is both a corrosive wasteland and the most tempting of sensation. It craves. It needs. It doesn’t fold it’s great intelligence to anything we can even begin to consider. It encompasses all yet it can reach naught. It sees all, yet it cannot notice. It is everywhere and nowhere, the great secret from beyond, the influence over all other, figment of the truth, mirror to the tangible. All is one in Yog-Sothoth. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. To call upon its name is madness. To seek its blessing is oblivion. To be granted its aid is doom. Hear a single thought and your mind will shatter. Glimpse its radiance and wither. There is no other way. There is no other choice. There is only the cosmos - there is only Yog-Sothoth. And there is only surrender to its manifold will.

[HUBERT SPALA]

Daoloth, the Render of the Veil

Where Great Old Ones are alien to us in so many ways, with powers beyond our comprehension and existence to which any mortal is merely a gossamer thin strand in tangles of fate, then Outer Gods with their immesurable potency are so far removed from any possible frame of reference that even trying to describe it properly is a challenge. They deny and laugh at laws of physics. They can reach through endless cosmos with ease, to every mind, heart and soul. They are forever, imperishable, untouchable, of might that can dwindle the stars at their demand and make new ones without a thought. We exist because they allow it, and we will cease whenever they will demand it. Daoloth is one of them, the madness incarnate, the impossible that manifest. Mere glance at his unreal form will turn anyone into a gibbering lunatic. Each of his geometrical manifestation hides endless power of seemingly random properties. To touch any is to be teleported to a random spacetime, to be tranformed into a pure energy, to be undone, to be ascended… anything can happen. But rarely it is anything you want to endure.

[HUBERT SPALA]

Yog-Sothoth, The Gate and The Key.

Considered to be one of the mightiest of Outer Gods, impossible and incomprehensible, it resides outside of our own cosmos in formless form and endless singular dimension. It does not confines to universal laws, it makes them, brakes them and reshape them. It manifests under billions of forms and none at all. It is omnipotent and omniscient, yet it is not within thus reality. It possesses powers unimaginable - as they cannot be described. It is the gate. It is the key. It is chaos unbound and order supreme. Yog-Sothoth is all and it is none. Y’ai’ng’ngahyog-soyhothh’ee.

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