"Yes, it really was quite a spectacle."
The gates of the green City of R'lyeh were tightly shut. Atop its assorted artistic stone carvings stood one green-skinned frog after another, holding bone spears and bone forks.
Ahem.
They were Deep Ones, watching their surroundings warily.
But the pressure on them was simply too great.
The many ordinary Deep Ones who were not old enough did not even qualify to take up weapons. They all huddled in R'lyeh's nameless dark corners.
Those Deep Ones who could take up weapons were all elders!
And as Cthulhu's kin, although the Deep Ones were only a lesser servitor race...
They possessed a rather impressive racial talent!
Immortality!
They were unaffected by the normal passage of years. On the contrary, time only allowed their bodies to transform further.
They were like snakes freed from the limits of lifespan.
Thus, as the years accumulated, quite a few Deep One elders had reached the level of intermediate Old One servitor races.
Of course, there were also a few particularly ancient ones.
They could even rival some ordinary High-ranking Servitor Races.
More outrageous still...
Perhaps because Cthulhu was the protagonist of this world, Azathoth had once directed a portion of his attention toward them.
And so this race had given birth to two demigods!
Dagon, Father God of the Deep Ones! Hydra, Mother Goddess of the Deep Ones!
But now...
Dagon's enormous, bloated body, like a giant's waterlogged corpse, stood at a corner of the City of R'lyeh's walls, holding the Steel Fork and roaring at the sky!
Meanwhile, Hydra, who had fought an unknown demigod some days ago and been left with only eight heads, had abandoned her recuperation as well.
Breaths of different elements gathered in the mouths of her eight heads. Her scales bristled as