#ah’legethoth

[eren-the-eldritch]

okay so since everyone (me) has been asking (no one asked) to see my eldritch god horror creation thing (i am making this up no one asked for this) i guess i can share a little(lot) bit

Ah'legethoth

In the case where man grows detached from the reality whither man is born; when one’s connection to the waking world turns into something purely physical as they resign from their pursuit of dreams and withdraw from held, if any at all, relations; when an individual only continues existence out of the necessity of living after being brought into being, it is then that their weakened mind becomes susceptible to his pull.

Exiled to ink black infinity, lone without a single nebula or kaleidoscopic galaxy to gaze upon, trapped long enough for many distant suns to fulminate, for many stars to have the time to realign themselves in a variety of patterns so much as to have patterns repeated, and for humanity to start anew many times over, there exists an incomprehensible primordial evil, peering into our plane of existence for vague reasons that can only be theorized. Whatever the goal, if any, of this malicious thing is, the success of it is bound to bring ruin to many.

He is said to invade the minds of once ambitious now apathetic drifters and hear the unfulfilled dreams of those who cannot bring themselves to sleep. Then, it is through noiseless whispers that he makes false promises of fulfillment and respite to those who cannot hope to gain it through their own insignificant efforts. In optical hallucinations and surreal visions, he comes as everything the human mind could ever develop desire for in another and provides every fathomable materialistic want to be dreamt of. His avatars and speech are crafted with perfect precision to deceive and manipulate. It is when you fall for his false promises of satiation; when the naivety of the delinquent subconscious mind makes the woeful decision to believe his deceit and mistake it for authenticity; when you favor his mendacious identity as opposed to living truth and your being relinquishes its hold on the last tearing, incorporeal cord anchoring you to this plane of reality and instead latches onto the thread that he extends, you are no longer your own. It is said that only then does he become visible to the unfortunate individual alone in his truest shape; an obscure mass built up by innumerable tendrils of the deepest black with an untold multitude of red threads that wrap around his form, each whipping through the air like a scorpion's tail before piercing it's victim and siphoning out a brighter red, but that red is not blood. No mortal is given the time to realize they were misled by this abomination.

Torn from their individual prisons of nothing, Ah'legethoth welcomes them into his own.

Epithet

Ah'legethoth

Legethoth

Lord of H’Soth

Lonely God

Separator of Souls

Promisor of Satiation

Lying God

Invader of Minds

Holder of Strings

Devourer of Dreams

Thing of Invisible Darkness

Him Who Promises Respite

Prince of Nothing

H’Soth

It is the deepest, shallowest plane of existence with an overwhelming brightness that blinds and dull darkness that disorientates. It is incomprehensibly vast, claustrophobically small, and full of the opposite of everything in all worlds that are to be and have been. It is full of emptiness, so empty that the space itself is only prevented from collapse due to the lack of substance present to fall. It is the realm of which the human mind will never possibly be capable of fathoming nor daydreaming of. The utter absence of presence that has never not been present.

This domain is the exact embodiment of nothingness that would vaporize the human psyche if bared witness to, leaving even more nothingness in its place, and it is said that it is the sole prisoner confined to this nothingness for unknowable millennia that rules over it as its Lord.

At some point, at this malignant entity’s will, this space slowly filled with distorted mockeries of earthen structures. Crumbling cliffs with debris levitating in orbit, samples of drastically different cities madly sewn together without any architectural sense, hard rain that never stops descending, looping forests with trees that bend without breaking in the false wind of the storms of his creation; all of it is his doing alone, changing indefinitely in response to his whims. It is he, Lord of H’Soth, who has full jurisdiction over whom is allowed entry and exit, though those who enter are never kept sane long enough to use the faculty of recollection and realize they are not meant for this place.

Simultaneously nothing and everything is H’Soth.

The Aimless

Of the recorded encounters with this beast, very few manage to capture a clear image of what this horror actually is. The inconsistencies and ambiguity of the being may be a direct consequence of its withdrawn nature that confines it to the night and all other places where light is obscure or away. It has been described as both thick and thin formless black smoke and shadow that slithers and squirms inchmeal flat against the ground like spilled liquid. When any place is completely submerged in darkness, they are unable to be discerned from the earthen shadows and darkness we are familiar with. It is a thing seemingly drawn to life yet does not appear to hold ill intent nor any intent at all. Though it can wrap around more tangible entities, the same is not true reversed; any earthen structure animate or inanimate is incapable of grasping this being. Little is known of them, their origins, nor why nor how they roam the mortal plane, but it is known that they must hold some connection to him.

They can be faintly seen billowing out from beneath his grotesque mien and tend to follow close behind where he appears, not as though they are restricted to his side nor as if they have any want to be there, but as if they have no other place to be. A few bolder ones will wrap around one of his million tendrils and camouflage their darkness against his. If they are not in view when he appears, they are sure to remain close, for it is his noiseless orders that give them purpose. It is only if it is his desire that they become hostile.

Spotting one of these beings is an almost sure sign that some manifestation of Ah'legethoth is near.

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ok that’s all thankies sm for looking :3 <3

[eren-the-eldritch]

Ah’legethoth, showing some random mf who only wants cheese in a world that refuses to give them cheese a hallucination of a cheese room: All of this is waiting for you and can be yours if you are willing.

Them, completely tricked: Fuck yea-

Ah’legethoth: Lmao, psyche*drags them into literal nothingness*