But we haven’t forgotten and we will rise again, the myths and legends of their stories will once more become objects of fear and horror. We have used the time well to change and adapt, to evolve and be reborn in the seas from which we rise. We have waited, following our Father’s dreams.
No longer will we have to fight each other for those few souls within our boundaries. We will not have to be careful and only cull what we need for worry of wiping them all out in a single cycle’s feed.
They have found courage in weapons of bullets and fire, have brought light to the dark places and no longer remember the days of old. They have spread like a disease, their numbers growing with each passing day as we have waited patiently in the depths.
To them it seems we never really were, that with the passing of time we have become their myths and legends. The lore learned from the deaths of those who were brave enough to face us has faded with time and is now all but gone.
The human hunting grounds we once fought over have disappeared beneath metal and stone. Towns and cities now light the darkness of night, drawing our eyes and our burning hunger. The world has become ripe, fat, its numbers swelling as humanity gorged and became lazy through science and industry.
For time forgotten we have watched humanity from below the surface, we have brought fear and terror, we have stalked them both day and night, we have hunted and slain, tracked and killed, found and devoured their souls and all for our sleeping God. Science has made them bold, has made them forget the tales of the past and the hard lessons learned through the sacrifice of many.
We will feast like never before, delighting in humanity's fear and horror, consuming their bodies and sending their still screaming souls to the Sea Queen, daughter of Great Cthulhu. We have learned their ways as we
have waited and can now wear the skins of men and women, boys and girls that we might remain within our hunting grounds and not have to return to the seas embrace.
We will walk amongst them in the light of day marking out our prey and hunt them in the darkness of night. Our numbers for now are few but more rise with each lunar cycle, for the nightmare has gone forth, our re-awakening is beginning and the world… well the world will never be the same again.
The Hidden Ones