Nyarlathotep, so the deity worshipped by the Cult of Starry Wisdom is Nyarlathotep. Of course, some of you may also know this vile demon as the Haunter of the Dark, made famous by occult historian H.P. Lovecraft in his classic tale. I know, I know, Lovecraft was a genius fiction writer. Yes, you could say that, but he was also a dedicated researcher of Sumerian lore, and much of his Cthulhu mythos has proven true. Incredible, I know, but absolutely true.
Father, I have to ask, if you knew about this powerful entity, why did you bring this upon mother? Why did you forsake her sanity? Oh well, I guess I will never know the answer to that one. All I do know is that this creature is what drove mother to her grave. According to all three journals, this entity can’t survive in the light, with even the smallest hint of light driving it back into the depths. This had to be the reason mother carried her flashlight and slept during the day. I know it sounds crazy, but it has to be true. At least, I hope that’s not the reason. No, it can’t be. Really, there is no way my mother was trying to protect me from some smart-ass otherworldly being who can’t take the slightest bit of light.
Maybe I am the one going insane. These journals must be works of fiction. Yes, that’s where mom got her money, she was an author, and this is part of an unfinished masterpiece. Has to be, I mean, how could it possibly have all knowledge, and if it did you think it would be able to figure out a way to survive in light. Plus, having all the knowledge in the universe would mean it knows the answer to the oldest question in the universe, the question that must never be answered, the question hidden in plain sight, Doctor Who?
Why am I even humoring this, there is no way something like this could exist? Could it? I am so confused right now and these journals are making me crazy. I swear, there is some type of shadow stalking me, and I can’t sleep. All I want to do is read, and find out more. Plus, that stone, why do I keep seeing that damn stone. I swear to you, if I start hearing voices, I am done. Outta here in a flash… Goodnight!
Uncle, what did you do? Did you accidently summon Nyarlathotep, the faithful servant of Azathoth, who rose to power during the reign of the evil pharaoh Nephren-Ka? In my research into this mysterious stone, that is the only thing that would make sense when comparing the information to your somewhat incoherent ramblings in your journals. Yes, you had to have awakened the Crawling Chaos, but how?
According to the Daemonum Codex Illustrationis, The Great Old Ones brought forth the Shining Trapezohedron from the darkness of Yuggoth, where to summon the Dark God from the depths of the talisman in the hour of their great need. Did you stumble upon the Daemonum Codex Illustrationis, the stone? Was that what was in the steeple in the church? Did that cause the vile stench to overtake your reality?
From my research, that is the only thing that would make sense to me. Yet, I know, it can’t be real. No scientist has even answered my call for help. I mean, where is Yuggoth? Who is Nyarlathotep? Why is it so hard to find any information on these subjects? It is like talking about Nibiru, and the Sumerian texts that clearly point to the existence of another planetary system within our solar system.
Of course, there was that strangely cloaked figure down the street that was clearly interested in the subject when we struck up a conversation at the coffee shop. Sure, he was babbling something about the Nephilim at first, but as soon as I mentioned the Trapezohedron, he shut up. He seemed fascinated by the story, especially when I explained my relationship to you. It almost seemed as if he knew you, or at least, had heard of you. He said he was from some Brotherhood of Wisdom. Have you heard of them?
What is this Shining Trapezohedron? From what I have found, it is a crystal tool used by ancient civilizations to open the Gates of Hell, is that what you did? Did you set forth the ancient’s wrath upon the Earth? Honestly, that is the only thing that could explain the strange occurrences that are plaguing society today. What did you do, uncle, and how can I fix it? Where can I find this relic, this stone? If it has such power, it must be destroyed, it already cost our family enough. I must find it and destroy it! I must free society from the wrath that you brought forth.
