"My name is Hastastan. I am part of the World's Primordial Water, born with authority over a portion of starlight."
"Publicly, my strength is at the late stage of a Middle Great Old One, and on the surface, I am considered exceptional within a small circle."
"But while no one knew before, everyone powerful enough must know by now that my true strength is at the peak of a Middle Great Old One, and that I am also a Beyond One on Kregya's level."
"A few hours ago, I experienced social death. As the leader of the deep-sea starry sky with dreams of becoming a writer, I composed a massive collection of poems."
"Unfortunately, no matter how powerful mortals were, or how devout my believers were, their heads would explode whenever I recited my poetry to them."
"Even the high-ranking servitor race under my command, the Byakhee, would howl upon hearing my poems and turn into wild horses."
"So I always kept this hobby hidden."
"Until a few hours ago, when I got drunk for the first time in my life and went on my first drunken rampage. I infected the entire gathering of Great Old Ones with my poetry."
"It was the first time in all these years that I had seen these Lower Great Old Ones unite against a common enemy. Unfortunately, that enemy was me."
"To escape that legendary scene of social death, I revealed some of my true strength and beat the hell out of Aphoom-Zhah. Then, to establish my prestige once more, I invited the Mysterious Lord to duel."
"But that approach only treated the symptoms, not the root cause. I kept contemplating killing every Lower Great Old One present, until the Black Pharaoh appeared!"
"I saw the light!"
The above was the inner response