Cthulhu and Hillary sitting in a tree [ACF2016]

BOHEMIAN BEACH 2032

A group of people sit around a campfire. An effigy of the last American president burns in the background. Twin suns blaze in the sky overhead. A tattered yellow flag marked with graffiti that reads--the King is dead, long live the King--flutters and sways in an odd way, seemingly much slower than should be possible. Watching the flag for too long, will make ones stomach queasy and mind disjointed.

“...Song of my soul, my voice is dead. Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed. Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.,” sings a red headed woman, sitting crisscrossed, with the others around the fire.

A tall man in hooded robes who smells faintly of fish, claps his hands and begins to speak.

“Enough Cassilda...Enough. Why sing the Kings words when we have come to speak the truth. The truth of the savior and the Beast. The savior who will one day wake again and defeat the King, and the Beast who keeps the savior from us. So listen...listen all of you. I have a tale to tell.

It started here. On this beach. The rulers of the old world, the old ones, came here to revel in their debauchery. To prance about and satisfy their lusts. To plan and plot and scheme. Away from the prying eyes of the sheep. This in itself was nothing new. The rulers of the old world did this often. What made this occasion special. Was the utterance of a simple sentence.

'Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.' said the old one known as Dick Cheney, in a drunken stupor while riding piggy back on the old one know as Bernie Sanders. Uttered by any of the other elder ones. The sentence would have amounted to nothing special. But the dark power of the old one known as Dick Cheney called out to the savior.

It awoke the savior from his sleep. R'lyeh in all its non-euclidean glory began to rise. The first to notice was the old one known as Buried Beneath Naked Flesh, whose other name was Bill Clinton. He pointed to the ocean as our savior Cthulhu appeared in all his tentacled glory.

The old ones while mighty. Were nothing compared to our savior Cthulhu. They panicked and chaos ensued. The Real Estate Developer in Orange. The one know as Donald Trump, dropped to his knees and shouted, 'I told you we should of built that wall to keep out illegal aliens. Its YUUUUUGE!!'

None of the other old ones said anything. Their voices lost. Our savior Cthulhu was on the cusp of ruling the world. Then the Beast came. The consort of Buried Beneath Naked Flesh, Hillary Clinton. When our savior Cthulhu saw the Beast. He was instantly overcome by her wanton feminine wiles. In her he saw himself.

They came together. When their lips met. The minds of half the world were obliterated and the doors to Carcosa were opened. The beast took the savior from us. Together they returned to R'lyeh and sunk beneath the sea. To do unspeakable, unknowable, eldritch things to each other. With an absence of power and the doors opened to Carcosa. Hastur came to rule the earth. So every year we come to this spot. To praise the savior and curse the Beast. This should be a world of water, of blue not yellow.”

The tall man in robes stands and pulls off his hood. Revealing his gills and the rest of his mishapped scaled face.

a reply to: karmicecstasy

That was great s/f

S + F for the title alone! Very dark chthonic forces afoot (tentacle?).

Great story too?? (Mutters to self while walking off, "Lucky!")

a reply to: Quantum12

Thank you. It was a silly little story but I enjoyed writing it.

a reply to: TEOTWAWKIAIFF

Thank you. Dark chthonic forces are atentacle.