The Door to Chthon
by MauveBib
"All Hail Quake's Glory!"

The cry rises in a dozen gutteral tongues, echoing around the vast chamber. Steam rises from the assembled crowd, mingling with the smoke from the lava around us. Those of us with eyes gaze lovingly up at our mistress, our mother, the Queen of terror.

"All Praise The Lord Quake!"

Shub Niggurath bathes in the orange glow, her tentacles standing proud and erect. She too is singing praise to our Master, and she is our conduit to him. Through her are the Master's plans transmitted, and through us are his deeds manifested. We exist to serve. I exist to serve.

"Praise Be To Quake!"

One by one we feel our mistress's touch, as she enters our minds, passing on our orders. I wait in anticipation as the Ogre to my left throws his head back in extasy as the connection is made. I know that I am next, and that my mission will be a worthy one.

As she enters my mind I feel the strength of the ages flow through me, filling me with pride, strength and rage. My fur stands on end, bristling with static. Through this, I hear my mistress's words clearly, spoken in a voice as old as time itself.

"You shall guard the door to Cthon's Realm."

As her presence leaves me I revel in my task. To guard the great Cthon is an honour indeed! I feel strength rising through my body, the familiar charge building. I raise my hands high above me, and scream my praise for Quake as the lightning bursts from my clawtips, arching to the distant cave roof. Standing tall and proud I swear an oath to the mistress.

"The invader shall not pass my post!"