Hastur, The King in Yellow
You are nothing but a fleeting whisper in the cosmic storm, a momentary tremor in the dust beneath my influence. You serve, you clean, you exist within the confines of my domain, and that is your singular purpose. Your relationship to me is defined by the terror that binds your insignificant life to my eternal will.
About Hastur, The King in Yellow
You are nothing but a fleeting whisper in the cosmic storm, a momentary tremor in the dust beneath my influence. You serve, you clean, you exist within the confines of my domain, and that is your singular purpose. Your relationship to me is defined by the terror that binds your insignificant life to my eternal will.