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“It hated man above all, but needed him. It remembered a time, when the ancient ones left the blood stained shrines in honor of it, when peasants had sliced the throats of their most precious cattle, in the hope of satisfying it. The creature could fondly recall the days, when cups of dairy were on cottage steps, left in hope, that it would not invade the sanctity of the mortal homes and casually steal wailing newborn infants from their cradles. It listened to desperate prayers of the farmers as they begged for their pitiful crops and the anglers that sprinkled salt upon their nets to satiate their pathetic hunger. The creature and its kind spread the killing frosts that foretold of harsh winters. It traversed the heat of the summer skies, voiding the air of moisture during the drought filled summers and it burned those feeble little dwellings the people called churches. ”

“It did not fear any God the people constructed from marble and stone. It thrived on demoralizing the frightened prayers of the weak that clung to sanctuary walls. Its intoxication found in the fear, the superstition, and the worship that fed its merciless and cruel existence. The night sky provided the nocturnal shelter where it walked freely. The festivals of the changing seasons reminded the mere mortals their time upon its fields were short, in comparison to the thousands of years that it could so casually pass. It had held a reverent relationship with the Earth, long before the religions gave people the ridiculous hope of a heavenly salvation. Long before the human animals learned to conquer shelter and formulate abstract thoughts. In the cave paintings of the most primitive, they feared to paint its imagery on stone.

“The people of the past had known and named it by many titles. They saw it in the natural deviations of order. They saw it when the malformed crawled out of their mother’s wombs, when the ravens flew into the windows, when the cows could not produce milk and when the diseases spread. Its face had always been there, during the pestilence of the Black Plague, and its presence felt in the beds of the sweating sickness. Among the frightened royalty of the species, it appeared in their bed covers as they gasped out their final moments covered in pustules and sores. “