Nasaya

"The core of Primordial Chaos gave birth to the Orderly Triad Gods."

"In the beginning, our powers were all the same. But because our preferences differed, we chose different domains."

"Yog-Sothoth is a famously lazy bastard." Nyarlathotep began judging her companion, her tone dripping with malicious mockery. Yet it sounded less like dislike than the intimacy between friends. "So he could not be bothered to make a choice and retained the most primitive power."

"Blindly observing the past, blindly weaving the future, blindly laying down endless cycles and countless truths. Omniscient and all-seeing, yet too lazy to deal with any of it." Nyarlathotep curled her lip. "Honestly, I think he has surpassed the boss when it comes to laziness. The last time I visited him, he was still the same. From the moment he was born until now, he has stayed at the place where all things become one, too lazy even to turn over."

"And he is generous and mild-tempered too—probably because he is too lazy to get angry. He has never been stingy about sharing the truths he possesses with anyone who can find him and establish communication with him. But he is so lazy that he does not compile teaching materials or compress the files. He just stuffs the raw documents straight into people's brains. The results are easy enough to imagine."

Evenson, Klayya, and the Ancient One exchanged looks, caught somewhere between laughter and tears. They all knew that no one who directly communicated with the vortex of the source had ever come to a good end. Many had even speculated that Yog-Sothoth was temperamental, ruthlessly striking down thieves who dared peer into the truths he possessed.

But who would have thought it all came down to one word: laziness? He could not even be bothered