History Quotes / HumanoidAbomination

->''We know what happened to those who chanced to meet the Great God Pan, and those who are wise know that all symbols are symbols of something, not of nothing. It was, indeed, an exquisite symbol beneath which men long ago veiled their knowledge of the most awful, most secret forces which lie at the heart of all things; forces before which the souls of men must wither and die and blacken, as their bodies blacken under the electric current. Such forces cannot be named, cannot be spoken, cannot be imagined except under a veil and a symbol, a symbol to the most of us appearing a quaint, poetic fancy, to some a foolish tale. But you and I, at all events, have known something of the terror that may dwell in the secret place of life, manifested under human flesh; that which is without form taking to itself a form.''

->''What I said Mary would see she saw, but I forgot that no human eyes can look on such a sight with impunity. And I forgot, as I have just said, that when the house of life is thus thrown open, there may enter in that for which we have no name, and human flesh may become the veil of a horror one dare not express. I played with energies which I did not understand, you have seen the ending of it. Helen Vaughan did well to bind the cord about her neck and die, though the death was horrible. The blackened face, the hideous form upon the bed, changing and melting before your eyes from woman to man, from man to beast, and from beast to worse than beast, all the strange horror that you witness, surprises me but little.''

->''Dr. Armitage, associating [[TomeOfEldritchLore what he was reading]] with what he had heard of [[TownWithADarkSecret Dunwich]] and its brooding presences, and of Wilbur Whateley and his dim, hideous aura that stretched from a dubious birth to a cloud of probable matricide, felt a wave of fright as tangible as a draught of the tomb's cold clamminess. The bent, goatish giant before him seemed like the spawn of another planet or dimension; like something only partly of mankind, and linked to black gulfs of essence and entity that stretch like titan phantasms beyond all spheres of force and matter, space and time.''
-->-- ''Literature/TheDunwichHorror''

->''And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences -- of electricity and psychology -- and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky.''
-->-- "Nyarlathotep", by Creator/HPLovecraft

->''[[TimeAbyss Time has not been kind to Ur-Shulgi]], nor have the ravages of the beast within it or the numerous enemies it has challenged. It looks nothing so much as a [[UndeadChild scarred, burnt child]], [[PhysicalGod a young god born from fire and violence]]. Its skin, obsidian-black with age, displays a [[CoveredWithScars lattice of scars]], some of which weep blood when the Methuselah becomes agitated. Here and there, bits of bone and sinew protrude from beneath its skin, as if its body has been flayed. Additionally, Ur-Shulgi's eyes have [[EyeScream been either gouged or burned away]], though [[BlindSeer it claims to see without hindrance]]. ''[...]'' Its voice [[EvilSoundsRaspy seems to billow up from the depths of a dry desert well]]; surprisingly to some, Ur-Shulgi is [[{{Omniglot}} perfectly fluent in any modern language in which it is addressed]]. It normally remains motionless when conversing with its childer or other "Kindred," unless it wishes to make a rhetorical point through a cat-like flash of violence. If it absolutely has to do anything other than kill, it does not move so much as [[FlashStep flicker from point to point]].''
-->-- Image notes on '''Ur-Shulgi, The Shepherd''', ''TabletopGame/VampireTheMasquerade -- Children of the Night''

->'''Man #1:''' Chief, you mind explaining to me why a camper is here talking about a little boy climbing into your observation tower?\\
'''Chief:''' He was dressed like he was an admiral ''and'' a mistake.\\
'''Voice over Radio:''' AIEEEEE\\
'''Man #1:''' Chief, you'll have to explain later. My map just started bleeding.\\
'''Chief:''' W-What?\\
'''Popsicle Pete:''' '''LOOK WEST. SEE THAT EVEN THE DEAD CAN BEG.'''\\
'''Chief:''' Did you open a portal between my world and yours? Is that what I'm looking at?\\
'''Popsicle Pete:''' '''"YOUR WORLD." WHAT HUMOR YOU CREATURES HAVE.'''
-->-- ''Website/{{Cracked}}'', [[http://www.cracked.com/blog/the-8-most-baffling-food-mascots-all-time "The 8 Most Baffling Food Mascots of All Time"]]

-->-- '''Visas Marr''' describing '''Darth Nihilus''', ''VideoGame/KnightsOfTheOldRepublicIITheSithLords''

->''All around an evil carpet\\
That belched up flame and smoke\\
I saw their test sorcery begin\\
Every witch performs some gesture in trying to invoke\\
Some creature beast or monster from within\\
Then from this pit emerged great vampire bats\\
And hissing snakes and vicious snarling rats\\\
All at once the pit erupted\\
And to my shock surprise\\
There stood a woman with her arm out spread\\
She was staring at the witches\\
And when she caught their eyes\\
They all cried "CRUELLA" and fell dead\\
With panic running up and down my spine\\
I saw Cruella's eyes drift up to mine''
-->-- "The Creation of Cruella De Vil", unused song for ''WesternAnimation/OneHundredAndOneDalmatians''

->''As the courtier watched, the king on the ground shed his boots, and then his clothing, and finally his skin and the flesh beneath, the two halves falling away like the membrane of a snake. Standing in the clearing was no longer the king, but a being with a [[LeanAndMean wretched, twisted body]] and a deformed skull, and [[SinisterSchnoz a nose that was more like the beak of a carrion bird]] than the organ of a man.\\
And though the courtier had never before laid eyes on this creature, still he knew his name, for every land had heard tales of [[Literature/TheBookOfLostThings the Crooked Man]]. Some claimed he was the union of an [[EldritchAbomination old, violent god]] and a human woman, and had torn his way out of his mother's womb at the time of his birth, killing her in the process. Others said he had no such origin, but had come into existence with the dark stuff of the universe. He had always been, they whispered, and would always be. In the end, all that was certain about the Crooked Man was the harm he meant to living things, and the joy he took in their torment.\\
Beside him, his horse began to shy and whinny in panic, [[AnimalsHateHim terrified by the transformation]], for all creatures fear predators and the Crooked Man was the greatest predator of all.''
-->-- ''The Hollow King'', by Creator/JohnConnolly

->'''[[KeeperOfForbiddenKnowledge The Harlot]]:''' My, your ignorance is so delightfully sweet. Imagine how delicious [[MindRape your education]] could be.\\
'''Cy:''' Keep your distance, lady.\\
'''The Harlot:''' Heh heh, Cy, love... don't ever mistake me for a lady.
-->-- ''ComicBook/FallOfCthulhu: The Fugue''

->''And then, light. It came from ''them:'' from the quartet of cenobites who now, with the wall sealed behind them, occupied the room. A fitful phosphorescence, [[BioluminescenceIsCool like the glow of deep-sea fishes]]: blue, cold, charmless. It struck [[BlackSheep Frank]] that he had never once wondered what they would look like. His imagination, though fertile when it came to trickery and theft, was impoverished in other regards. The skill to picture these eminences was beyond then, so he had not even tried.\\
Why then was he so distressed to set eyes upon them? Was it the scars that covered every inches of their bodies, [[MalevolentMutilation the flesh cosmetically punctured and sliced and infibulated, then dusted down with ash]]? Was it the smell of vanilla they brought with them, the sweetness of which did little to disguise [[EvilSmellsBad the stench beneath]]? Or was it that, as the light grew and he scanned them more closely, he saw nothing of joy or even humanity in their maimed faces: only [[HorrorHunger desperation and an appetite]] that [[BringMyBrownPants made his bowels ache to be voided]].''
-->-- ''Literature/TheHellboundHeart''

->''[[TimeAbyss Over the course of millennia]], he has [[IHaveManyNames worn many names]]. In medieval Europe, they called him the Black Man, patron of witchcraft and devil worship (some believed that he ''was'' the Devil). In the Arabic World, where he abided for many years in days long ago, he went by the name of al-Aswad, the name he gave to those who followed after him as Fallen Oracles. To the Sumerians, he was Ut-Napishtam, the primordial man who was chosen by the gods to survive the Great Flood and was thereafter granted immortality but made to abide part from all lesser creatures. In truth, he was all of these things and none, the [[DarkMessiah anointed champion]] of the [[EldritchAbomination Darkness beyond Creation]], and his [[IKnowYourTrueName True Name]] is [[TheNameless lost to the deep memory of time]]. Perhaps the most far-thinking human being ever to exist, he was chosen not for his power or his knowledge -- for with life enough, any man might develop these qualities -- but instead for his [[EnlightenedAntagonist wisdom]], [[LongGame patience]] and [[TheChessmaster sense of strategy]].''
-->-- Introducing '''[[BigBad The Unnamed]]''', "Hell on Earth", ''TabletopGame/MageTheAscension -- Ascension''

->''The thing that follows you back to your ship [[ThatManIsDead is not the Navigator]]. But it has his skills, and his face (though the right half is blotted by the [[PowerTattoo sprawling sigil]]). The crew edge away.\\
He does not come on deck any more. He is light as a scarecrow; all hollow inside. A sudden pitch would cast him overboard. [[DarkIsEvil The blackness of his cabin]] is alleviated only by the sigil-glow, smugly violet. Since [[EldritchLocation Kingeater's Castle]], he can feel the pull of the sea under his skin. He sees its changes like storms on the horizon. He can find a path by spilling blood in the waters and watching its churn.''

->'''Eugene Tacitus:''' Doctor -- look at [[EnfantTerrible the child]]'s face!\\
'''The Doctor:''' What is it, Eugene? [[FaceOfAnAngelMindOfADemon It's a perfectly ordinary face]]. A little pale, I admit, but that's no surprise considering--\\
'''Eugene Tacitus:''' No! It's the face! [[EternalRecurrence I've seen it before]] -- [[RegularlyScheduledEvil come back to haunt me]]... you mustn't wake him up! If you do, it'll be the death of you all!\\
'''High Priest Clovis:''' His eyes are opening...\\
'''Eugene Tacitus:''' ''No!''\\
'''Childeric:''' I command you -- awake, and begin your reign here and now!\\
''[a {{Beat}}, as the Child stirs]''\\
'''The Child:''' ''[[PowerEchoes Father. You have released me at last]].''\\
'''Childeric:''' It's impossible... you know our language?\\
'''The Child:''' ''Of course I know your language. I know everything. [[GooGooGodlike Am I not your god]]?''
-->-- ''AudioPlay/BigFinishDoctorWho: Recap/BigFinishDoctorWho014TheHolyTerror''

->''Of all the lords of the Old Ones, only Nyarlathotep appears wholly in the likeness of a man. The shapes of the Old Ones are not fixed, but express their nature through a harmony between form and intention; yet it is possible for them to [[VoluntaryShapeshifting change their appearance within the bounds of this accord]], and Nyarlathotep chooses to come to his worshipers as a man of [[LargeAndInCharge greater than average height]] who is in all respects human [[RedRightHand save one]]: that he has [[TheBlank no face]], but only a blackness where a face should be seen. As the face of [[AlmightyIdiot Azathoth]] is darkly bright and radiates outward, so the face of Nyarlathotep is a void that draws inward both heat and light and never releases them. He is the eater of souls.\\
Why he comes in the shape of a man is not known, but it may be to better have dealings with humankind, since he is reputed to [[DidWeJustHaveTeaWithCthulhu enjoy the company of men when they drink wine and gamble]], and the bodies of women [[DidYouJustRomanceCthulhu with whom he lies in lust]]. He speaks as a man speaks, but his voice has the coldness that lies between the stars, and few wish to hear his [[EvilLaugh sardonic laughter]], for then there will be death. [[PsychopathicManchild Men are to him as playthings to a child]] -- to be taken up for a time, then abruptly cast away and trodden into the earth.''
-->-- ''[[Franchise/CthulhuMythos Necronomicon]]: The Wanderings of Alhazred'', by Donald Tyson

->'''Constantine:''' Without fear, we don't know we're alive... but maybe you wouldn't understand that, [[AngelicAbomination Angel]]. ''You're'' not one of us.\\
''[BeatPanel]''\\
'''Angel:''' No. Not one of you -- ''[[AnthropomorphicPersonification all]]'' of you.\\
'''Constantine:''' Oh come on -- spare me the universal victim-messiah shtick. I've been following you, remember? I've seen [[WalkingWasteland the roadkill you left splattered along the way]]. Admit it, [[ForTheEvulz you just get off on fucking people up]].\\
'''Angel:''' I exist. I move through the world, and [[MindRape share my experience]] with anyone I meet.\\
'''Constantine:''' Big of you.\\
'''Angel:''' I let them know that what they do to others, even by neglect, they do ultimately to themselves--\\
'''Constantine:''' Yeah, yeah... leave it out, Angel. I know what you are... you're a bleedin' [[TitleDrop Horrorist]] -- a redistributor of suffering, perpetuating revolutionary outrage in the cozy heartlands of oppression and complacency! But that's cool. There's ''worse'' things you could be.
-->-- ''ComicBook/{{Hellblazer}}: The Horrorist''

->''"The Immaculate Machine cries out! Someone else is looking for the little girl. Take a card from the tarot. Flip the Priestess -- the Chairwoman -- designation Lily Engel. All monstrous pathways umbilically converge at a singular source. The nightmare quim. She has seventeen names. She struts through the cadavers of ages."''
-->-- '''The Buzzing''', ''VideoGame/TheSecretWorld''

->''"Do you know what I am, Warlock? ...If you find out, will you let me know?"''
-->-- '''Xûr, Agent of the Nine''', ''VideoGame/Destiny2''

->''In our experiments, we paired a human's body with a demon's blood. Using the organs of a beast, and a heart of black iron, we created something unspeakable, unidentifiable.\\
Not human, demon, nor beast. It swelled as if it were water, and moaned in agony. We created something truly horrifying that day -- an abomination without purpose.''
-->-- '''Unidentified Subject''' FlavorText, ''VideoGame/{{Shadowverse}}''

->''They're almost at the top of the first flight of steps when the front door opens below them. Schiller's greeters are conspicuously absent as a solitary figure in top hat, [[SharpDressedMan white tie and tails]], with [[ClassyCane silver-topped cane]] tucked under one arm, paces through the entrance and pauses dramatically. Mo's knees turn to jelly as the new arrival turns its face upwards and directs the full weight of his vast, dryly amused attention on her. ''[...]'' The living avatar of the [[EldritchAbomination Black Pharaoh]] beams up at her, like a distant supernova blazing through mist rising from the liquefied atmospheric oceans of a frozen outer planet.''
-->-- ''Literature/TheLaundryFiles: The Delirium Brief''

->''Between them and the waiting Nazi guards, where the walls change, is [[TheyLookLikeEveryoneElse a slight figure in a brown suit]].\\
The young man walks slowly toward the old city, as if in a dream or slowed-down film. His footsteps take too long to land. He wears archaic clothes, trousers that balloon out from pulled-up socks. His hair is a strange pale parted black. ''[...]'' As the young man approaches them, the Germans open fire.\\
And Thibault almost falls in astonishment because he sees the man [[ImmuneToBullets unconcerned by any of the bullets that hit him]]; he sees him look hard at the closest shooter, and where the man looks, [[RealityWarper a house rises]]. Emerging instantly from nothing, clean, freshly painted, fussily rendered, pale, almost translucent. And the soldier, all the soldiers who were where the house is now [[CriticalExistenceFailure are gone]].''
-->-- '''The [[spoiler:Adolf Hitler self-portrait]]''' in action, ''Literature/TheLastDaysOfNewParis''

->''"The twisted faces of the damned, piled high and cloaked in malice!"''
-->-- '''The Narrator''', regarding the Collector, ''VideoGame/DarkestDungeon''

->''[[RealityWarper Fools]] are neither dead nor alive. They're not even undead. They just are. Or aren't. It's a tough call.''
-->-- ''String City'', by Graham Edwards

->''It looked like [[EvilOldFolks an old man]], decrepit and rotten. It was [[FullFrontalAssault naked]], its skin slick and shiny as pitch. Its flesh was withered and decomposing, with missing toes and misshapen feet. [[FatBastard A distended gut protruded obscenely]] from beneath a narrow chest, arms spread wide in a mockery of greeting. Above a ruined throat, she saw a too-wide mouth locked in a [[SlasherSmile rictus grin]], and eyes -- oh god, those eyes. The thing [[{{Intangibility}} emerging from the wall]] before her looked like a man, but its eyes were grey and flat as a shark's.\\
The researcher took another two steps back, reaching behind her for something, anything solid to hold. Her breath caught in her throat. The old man stood still, dripping [[OminousObsidianOoze black foulness]] onto the floor as the tiles [[MakeThemRot began liquefying]] beneath him.''
-->-- A run-in with '''[[http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-106 SCP-106]]''', ''Website/SCPFoundation'', [[http://www.scp-wiki.net/until-death "Until Death"]]

->''[[EnfantTerrible Anthony]] looked at the rat. [[PsychicAssistedSuicide It had devoured half its belly]], and had died from pain. He [[RealityWarper thought it into a grave]] out deep in the cornfield -- his father had once said, [[StepfordSmiler smiling]], that he might do that with the things he killed -- and went around the house, casting [[RedRightHand his odd shadow]] in the hot, brassy light from above.''
-->-- ''Literature/ItsAGoodLife''

->''Throughout history, mankind has been ravaged with horrific tragedy. And on each and every occasion, [[BeenThereShapedHistory it was there]], gorging itself on humanity's pain and suffering. Since the dawn of civilization, it has haunted the shadows of human existence, inflicting agony and death on all it embraces. It has been more than a hundred years since the darkness fell upon the new world. But the hour of evil is upon us once again. [[AStormIsComing There is a vicious storm brewing]], bringing winds of torment and a rain of terror. And with it comes the haunter, a parasitic monster who [[EmotionEater feeds on man's most primal emotions]], seeking ecstasy in the torturous throes of human misery. No man, woman or child is safe from its wickedness.''
-->-- Summary of "The Haunter Out of Time", ''Film/InTheMouthOfMadness''

->''His demeanor was that of a gentleman balloonist who had accidentally touched down in exotic surroundings: inquisitive, amused. [[TheFaceless With the branch in front of his face]], his intentions were impossible to read. He circled Professor March. There was something strange about the way he moved, something too fluid about his gait. When he walked into the light, Quentin saw that he wasn't quite human, or [[WasOnceAMan if he had been once he wasn't anymore]]. Below the cuffs of his white shirt [[RedRightHand his hands had three or four too many fingers]].\\
Fifteen minutes crawled by, then half an hour. Quentin couldn't turn his head, and the man moved in and out of his field of vision. He puttered with Professor March's equipment. He toured the auditorium. He took out a knife and pared his fingernails. Objects stirred and shifted restlessly in place whenever he walked too near them. He picked up an iron rod from March's demonstration table and [[SuperStrength bent it like a piece of liquorice]]. Once he cast a spell -- he spoke too fast for Quentin to catch the details -- that made all the dust in the room fly up and whirl crazily in the air before settling back down again. It had no other obvious effect. When he cast the spell, [[AbnormalLimbRotationRange the extra fingers on his hands bent sideways and backwards]].\\
An hour passed, then another. Quentin's fear came and went and came back in huge sweating rushes, crashing waves. He was sure something very bad was happening; [[SurrealHorror it just wasn't clear yet exactly what]].''
-->-- The introduction of '''The Beast''', ''Literature/TheMagicians''

->''"They have the nature of man, but not the nature of ''mankind''."''
-->-- '''Reverend George''', ''Film/VillageOfTheDamned1995''

->''Your master is a monster\\
Born of a yolkless egg\\
He has dominion over animals\\
He walks the world, entrail-diviner\\
And when the stars are right\\
He'll lock the door behind the door behind the door\\
The Milky Way abyss inclines\\
Seven years of labor for the instruments of time''
-->-- '''Music/BlueOysterCult''', "[[Music/{{Imaginos}} In the Presence of Another World]]"

->''Through the study of blood, flesh, and death, the Stranger [[WasOnceAMan becomes something more than human]]. They have unlocked the secrets of apotheosis, accomplished their dream, and freed themselves from the cage of meat and bone. They have become Transcendent, and [[ScrewTheRulesIHaveSupernaturalPowers nothing is beyond their limit]].''
-->-- ''TabletopGame/HunterTheVigil: Slasher'' ([[http://forum.theonyxpath.com/forum/main-category/main-forum/the-new-world-of-darkness/333406-preservation-thread-stranger-transcendant-undertaking fan-made content]])

->''[[TheDreaded Goss, King of the Murderspivs]] -- the designation given him by a Roma intellectual who had, doubtless extremely carefully, resisted identification. [[EnfantTerrible Subby]], whom the smart money said was the subject of Margaret Cavendish's poem about the "babe of meat and malevolence."\\
Goss and fucking Subby. Sliding shifty through Albion's history, disappearing for ten, thirty, a hundred blessed years at a time, to return, evening all, wink wink, with a twinkle of a sociopathic eye, to unleash [[PsychoForHire some charnel-degradation-for-hire]].\\
There was no specificity to Goss and Subby. Try to get what information you can about precisely what their [[FunctionalMagic knacks]] were, what Collingswood still thought of as their superpowers, and all you'd get was that Goss was a murderous shit like no other. Supershit; Wonder-shit; Captain Total Bastard. Nothing funny about it. Call it banal if it makes you feel better but evil's evil. Goss might stretch his mouth to do one person, stories said, might punch a hole in another, might find himself spitting flames to burn up a third. Whatever.''
-->-- ''Literature/{{Kraken}}''

->'''Rei:''' ''"Why would the Ishim join with humanity during Complementation?"''\\
'''Gendo:''' (surprised and worried) ''"What do you mean Rei? The Ishim are human, aren't they?"''\\
'''Rei:''' ''"No, they are aberrations in the fabric of reality that should not exist. Why would you think they are human?"''
-->-- ''Fanfic/RiseOfTheMinisukas''

->''"There he is... The Positive Man! A destructive force which was once-- human! That mind-tape revealed he was once an alien scientist who blew up his planet while creating a doomsday bomb! The explosion transformed him into this terrible menace! Envious of all life, he roams the cosmos jealously, destroying inhabited worlds!"''
-->-- '''ComicBook/{{Supergirl}}''', ''ComicBook/SupergirlsGreatestChallenge''

->''Though it may walk on two legs, this creature is undeniably monstrous in appearance. A sinister aura permeates the air around it. You know little of its attributes or behavior, but its strength and weapon mastery make it a formidable foe.''
-->--'''Phantom Ganon description''', ''VideoGame/TheLegendOfZeldaTearsOfTheKingdom''

->''"You are man... he is not man. For you he waits... for you."''
-->-- '''Nihilanth''' about '''the G-Man''', ''VideoGame/HalfLife1''

->''"Oh, he's always been a special boy. I remember the day he was born, he looked up at me and he said 'Momma, I am not a person. My body is just a flesh vessel for an immortal being whose name, if you heard it, would make you lose your mind.'"''
-->-- '''Pearlene Parcell''' regarding '''Kenneth Parcell''', ''Series/ThirtyRock''

-->-- ''AudioPlay/BigFinishDoctorWho: [[Recap/BigFinishDoctorWho014TheHolyTerror The Holy Terror]]''

->''"The Immaculate Machine [[OhCrap cries out]]! Someone else is looking for the little girl. [[TarotMotifs Take a card from the tarot]]. Flip the Priestess -- the Chairwoman -- designation Lily Engel. All monstrous pathways [[MotherOfAThousandYoung umbilically converge at a singular source]]. The nightmare quim. [[IHaveManyNames She has seventeen names]]. She [[TimeAbyss struts through the cadavers of ages]]."''

->''[[AdaptationalAbomination Popo the Genie]]\\
[[TheStoner Has a thing for LSD]]\\
And each time he trips, his darkness slips\\
Into all the children's dreams!\\
There must have been some evil in\\
The inky void of space\\
For it took on form and substance and\\
[[NightmareFace A terrifying face]]!''
-->-- "[[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6bF9kKDO9c Popo the Genie]]", ''WebVideo/DragonBallZAbridged''

-->-- A run-in with '''[[http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-106 SCP-106]]''', ''Wiki/SCPFoundation'', [[http://www.scp-wiki.net/until-death "Until Death"]]

->''I have felt your restlessness, Selene. That part of you that was born of Sesqua's shadow is growing dormant; and that other portion, spawned beyond the cosmic chaos, is flexing its vibrant muscles. The star-stuff that forms so much a part of your being longs for home. It calls to you as you have, just this afternoon, summoned it. You ache to sit with your Elder Sibling beside the entropic throne of Ultimate Disorder. The Boundless One scents you, and calls you. The universe sizzles with the waves of his dreaming. Psychic activity has increased with supernatural alacrity, here in this valley and -- I feel it in my old bones -- throughout this haunted globe.''

->''[[TheDreaded Goss, King of the Murderspivs]] -- the designation given him by a Roma intellectual who had, doubtless extremely carefully, resisted identification. [[EnfantTerrible Subby]], whom the smart money said was the subject of Margaret Cavendish’s poem about the "babe of meat and malevolence."\\
Goss and fucking Subby. Sliding shifty through Albion’s history, disappearing for ten, thirty, a hundred blessed years at a time, to return, evening all, wink wink, with a twinkle of a sociopathic eye, to unleash [[PsychoForHire some charnel-degradation-for-hire]].\\
There was no specificity to Goss and Subby. Try to get what information you can about precisely what their [[FunctionalMagic knacks]] were, what Collingswood still thought of as their superpowers, and all you’d get was that Goss was a murderous shit like no other. Supershit; Wonder-shit; Captain Total Bastard. Nothing funny about it. Call it banal if it makes you feel better but evil’s evil. Goss might stretch his mouth to do one person, stories said, might punch a hole in another, might find himself spitting flames to burn up a third. Whatever.''

->'' "We know what happened to those who chanced to meet the Great God Pan, and those who are wise know that all symbols are symbols of something, not of nothing. It was, indeed, an exquisite symbol beneath which men long ago veiled their knowledge of the most awful, most secret forces which lie at the heart of all things; forces before which the souls of men must wither and die and blacken, as their bodies blacken under the electric current. Such forces cannot be named, cannot be spoken, cannot be imagined except under a veil and a symbol, a symbol to the most of us appearing a quaint, poetic fancy, to some a foolish tale. But you and I, at all events, have known something of the terror that may dwell in the secret place of life, manifested under human flesh; that which is without form taking to itself a form." ''
-->-- '''Creator/ArthurMachen''', ''Literature/TheGreatGodPan''

->'' "What I said Mary would see she saw, but I forgot that no human eyes can look on such a sight with impunity. And I forgot, as I have just said, that when the house of life is thus thrown open, there may enter in that for which we have no name, and human flesh may become the veil of a horror one dare not express. I played with energies which I did not understand, you have seen the ending of it. Helen Vaughan did well to bind the cord about her neck and die, though the death was horrible. The blackened face, the hideous form upon the bed, changing and melting before your eyes from woman to man, from man to beast, and from beast to worse than beast, all the strange horror that you witness, surprises me but little." ''
-->-- '''Creator/ArthurMachen''', ''Literature/TheGreatGodPan''

->'' Dr. Armitage, associating [[TomeOfEldritchLore what he was reading]] with what he had heard of [[TownWithADarkSecret Dunwich]] and its brooding presences, and of Wilbur Whateley and his dim, hideous aura that stretched from a dubious birth to a cloud of probable matricide, felt a wave of fright as tangible as a draught of the tomb's cold clamminess. The bent, goatish giant before him seemed like the spawn of another planet or dimension; like something only partly of mankind, and linked to black gulfs of essence and entity that stretch like titan phantasms beyond all spheres of force and matter, space and time.''
-->-- '''Creator/HPLovecraft''', ''Literature/TheDunwichHorror''

->'' And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences -- of electricity and psychology -- and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky.''
-->-- '''Creator/HPLovecraft''', "Nyarlathotep"

->'' "I have felt your restlessness, Selene. That part of you that was born of Sesqua's shadow is growing dormant; and that other portion, spawned beyond the cosmic chaos, is flexing its vibrant muscles. The star-stuff that forms so much a part of your being longs for home. It calls to you as you have, just this afternoon, summoned it. You ache to sit with your Elder Sibling beside the entropic throne of Ultimate Disorder. The Boundless One scents you, and calls you. The universe sizzles with the waves of his dreaming. Psychic activity has increased with supernatural alacrity, here in this valley and -- I feel it in my old bones -- throughout this haunted globe." ''
-->-- '''Creator/WHPugmire''', "Past the Gates of Deepest Slumber" (from ''[[Franchise/CthulhuMythos The Fungal Stain and Other Dreams]]'')

->Time has not been kind to Ur-Shulgi, nor have the ravages of the beast within it or the numerous enemies it has challenged. It looks nothing so much as a [[UndeadChild scarred, burnt child]], [[PhysicalGod a young god born from fire and violence]]. Its skin, obsidian-black with age, displays a [[CoveredWithScars lattice of scars]], some of which weep blood when the Methuselah becomes agitated. Here and there, bits of bone and sinew protrude from beneath its skin, as if its body has been flayed. Additionally, Ur-Shulgi's eyes have [[EyeScream been either gouged or burned away]], though [[BlindSeer it claims to see without hindrance]]. [...] Its voice [[EvilSoundsRaspy seems to billow up from the depths of a dry desert well]]; surprisingly to some, Ur-Shulgi is [[{{Omniglot}} perfectly fluent in any modern language in which it is addressed]]. It normally remains motionless when conversing with its childer or other "Kindred," unless it wishes to make a rhetorical point through a cat-like flash of violence. If it absolutely has to do anything other than kill, it does not move so much as [[FlashStep flicker from point to point]].
-->--Image notes on '''Ur-Shulgi, The Shepherd,''' ''TabletopGame/VampireTheMasquerade - Children Of The Night''

->''Oh, he's always been a special boy. I remember the day he was born, he looked up at me and he said "Momma, I am not a person. My body is just a flesh vessel for an immortal being whose name, if you heard it, would make you lose your mind".''
-->-- '''Pearlene Parcell''', ''Series/ThirtyRock''

->'''Man #1:''' Chief, you mind explaining to me why a camper is here talking about a little boy climbing into your observation tower?
->'''Chief:''' He was dressed like he was an admiral '''and''' a mistake.
->'''Voice over Radio:''' AIEEEEE
->'''Man #1:''' Chief, you'll have to explain later. My map just started bleeding.
->'''Chief:''' W-what?
->'''Popsicle Pete:''' '''LOOK WEST. SEE THAT EVEN THE DEAD CAN BEG.'''
->'''Chief:''' Did you open a portal between my world and yours? Is that what I'm looking at?
->'''Popsicle Pete:''' '''"YOUR WORLD." WHAT HUMOR YOU CREATURES HAVE.'''
-->-- '''Website/{{Cracked}},''' [[http://www.cracked.com/blog/the-8-most-baffling-food-mascots-all-time_p3/ The 8 Most Baffling Food Mascots of All Time]]

->''"He is a wound in the Force, more presence than flesh, [[WalkingWasteland and in his wake life dies]]... sacrificing itself to his hunger."''
-->-- '''Visas Marr perfectly sums up Darth Nihilus''', ''VideoGame/KnightsOfTheOldRepublicIITheSithLords''

->''"All around an evil carpet
->That belched up flame and smoke
->I saw their test sorcery begin
->Every witch performs some gesture in trying to invoke
->Some creature beast or monster from within
->Then from this pit emerged great vampire bats
->And hissing snakes and vicious snarling rats

->All at once the pit erupted
->And to my shock surprise
->There stood a woman with her arm out spread
->She was staring at the witches
->And when she caught their eyes
->They all cried "CRUELLA" and fell dead
->With panic running up and down my spine
->I saw Cruella's eyes drift up to mine."''
-->-- '''The creation of Cruella De Vil, unused song for Disney's''', ''WesternAnimation/OneHundredAndOneDalmatians''

->As the courtier watched, the king on the ground shed his boots, and then his clothing, and finally his skin and the flesh beneath, the two halves falling away like the membrane of a snake. Standing in the clearing was no longer the king, but a being with a [[LeanAndMean wretched, twisted body]] and a deformed skull, and [[SinisterSchnoz a nose that was more like the beak of a carrion bird]] than the organ of a man.
->And though the courtier had never before laid eyes on this creature, still he knew his name, for every land had heard tales of [[Literature/TheBookOfLostThings the Crooked Man]]. Some claimed he was the union of an [[EldritchAbomination old, violent god]] and a human woman, and had torn his way out of his mother's womb at the time of his birth, killing her in the process. Others said he had no such origin, but had come into existence with the dark stuff of the universe. He had always been, they whispered, and would always be. In the end, all that was certain about the Crooked Man was the harm he meant to living things, and the joy he took in their torment.
->Beside him, his horse began to shy and whinny in panic, [[AnimalsHateHim terrified by the transformation]], for all creatures fear predators and the Crooked Man was the greatest predator of all.
-->--''[[Creator/JohnConnolly The Hollow King]]''

->'''[[KeeperOfForbiddenKnowledge The Harlot]]:''' My, your ignorance is so delightfully sweet. Imagine how delicious [[MindRape your education]] could be,
->'''Cy:''' Keep your distance, lady.
->'''The Harlot:''' Heh heh, Cy, love... don't ever mistake me for a lady.
-->--''ComicBook/FallOfCthulhu: The Fugue''

->And then, light. It came from ''them:'' from the quartet of cenobites who now, with the wall sealed behind them, occupied the room. A fitful phosphorescence, [[BioluminescenceIsCool like the glow of deep-sea fishes]]: blue, cold, charmless. It struck [[BlackSheep Frank]] that he had never once wondered what they would look like. His imagination, though fertile when it came to trickery and theft, was impoverished in other regards. The skill to picture these eminences was beyond then, so he had not even tried.\\
Why then was he so distressed to set eyes upon them? Was it the scars that covered every inches of their bodies, [[MalevolentMutilation the flesh cosmetically punctured and sliced and infibulated, then dusted down with ash]]? Was it the smell of vanilla they brought with them, the sweetness of which did little to disguise [[EvilSmellsBad the stench beneath]]? Or was it that, as the light grew and he scanned them more closely, he saw nothing of joy or even humanity in their maimed faces: only [[HorrorHunger desperation and an appetite]] that [[BringMyBrownPants made his bowels ache to be voided]].
-->--''Literature/TheHellboundHeart''

->Over the course of millennia, he has worn many names. In medieval Europe, they called him the Black Man, patron of witchcraft and devil worship (some believed that he ''was'' the Devil). In the Arabic World, where he abided for many years in days long ago, he went by the name of al-Aswad, the name he gave to those who followed after him as Fallen Oracles. To the Sumerians, he was Ut-Napishtam, the primordial man who was chosen by the gods to survive the Great Flood and was thereafter granted immortality but made to abide part from all lesser creatures. In truth, he was all of these things and none, the [[DarkMessiah anointed champion]] of the [[EldritchAbomination Darkness beyond Creation]], and his [[IKnowYourTrueName True Name]] is [[TheNameless lost to the deep memory of time]]. Perhaps the most far-thinking human being ever to exist, he was chosen not for his power or his knowledge -- for with life enough, any man might develop these qualities -- but instead for his [[EnlightenedAntagonist wisdom]], [[LongGame patience]] and [[TheChessmaster sense of strategy]].
-->--Introducing '''[[BigBad The Unnamed]]''', "Hell On Earth," ''TabletopGame/MageTheAscension - Ascension''

->The thing that follows you back to your ship [[ThatManIsDead is not the Navigator]]. But it has his skills, and his face (though the right half is blotted by the [[PowerTattoo sprawling sigil]]). The crew edge away.
->He does not come on deck any more. He is light as a scarecrow; all hollow inside. A sudden pitch would cast him overboard. [[DarkIsEvil The blackness of his cabin]] is alleviated only by the sigil-glow, smugly violet. Since [[EldritchLocation Kingeater's Castle]], he can feel the pull of the sea under his skin. He sees its changes like storms on the horizon. He can find a path by spilling blood in the waters and watching its churn.
-->--The '''Sigil-Eaten Navigator,''' ''VideoGame/SunlessSea''

[''a {{beat}}, as the Child stirs'']\\
'''The Child:''' [[AC: [[PowerEchoes Father. You have released me at last]].]]\\

'''The Child:''' [[AC: Of course I know your language. I know everything. [[GooGooGodlike Am I not your god]]?]]
-->-- ''AudioPlay/BigFinishDoctorWho, [[Recap/BigFinishDoctorWho014TheHolyTerror The Holy Terror]]''

->Of all the lords of the Old Ones, only Nyarlathotep appears wholly in the likeness of a man. The shapes of the Old Ones are not fixed, but express their nature through a harmony between form and intention; yet it is possible for them to [[VoluntaryShapeshifter change their appearance within the bounds of this accord]], and Nyarlathotep chooses to come to his worshipers as a man of [[LargeAndInCharge greater than average height]] who is in all respects human [[RedRightHand save one]]: that he has [[TheBlank no face]], but only a blackness where a face should be seen. As the face of [[AlmightyIdiot Azathoth]] is darkly bright and radiates outward, so the face of Nyarlathotep is a void that draws inward both heat and light and never releases them. He is the eater of souls.\\
Why he comes in the shape of a man is not known, but it may be to better have dealings with humankind, since he is reputed to [[DidWeJustHaveTeaWithCthulhu enjoy the company of men when they drink wine and gamble]], and the bodies of women [[DidYouJustRomanceCthulhu with whom he lies in lust]]. He speaks as a man speaks, but his voice has the coldness that lies between the stars, and few wish to hear his [[EvilLaugh sardonic laughter]], for then there will be death. [[PsychopathicManchild Men are to him as playthings to a child]] -- to be taken up for a time, then abruptly cast away and trodden into the earth.
-->--''[[Franchise/CthulhuMythos Necronomicon]]: The Wanderings of Alhazred'', by Donald Tyson

->'''Constantine:''' Without fear, we don't know we're alive... but maybe you wouldn't understand that, Angel. ''You're'' not one of us.
->[''BeatPanel'']
->'''Angel:''' No. Not one of you -- ''[[AnthropomorphicPersonification all]]'' [[AnthropomorphicPersonification of you]].
->'''Constantine:''' Oh come on -- spare me the universal victim-messiah shtick. I've been following you, remember? I've seen [[WalkingWasteland the roadkill you left splattered along the way]]. Admit it, [[ForTheEvulz you just get off on fucking people up]].
->'''Angel:''' I exist. I move through the world, and [[MindRape share my experience]] with anyone I meet.
->'''Constantine:''' Big of you.
->'''Angel:''' I let them know that what they do to others, even by neglect, they do ultimately to themselves--
->'''Constantine:''' Yeah, yeah... leave it out, Angel. I know what you are... you're a bleedin' [[TitleDrop Horrorist]] -- a redistributor of suffering, perpetuating revolutionary outrage in the cozy heartlands of oppression and complacency! But that's cool. There's ''worse'' things you could be.
-->--''ComicBook/{{Hellblazer}}: The Horrorist''

->The [[BigGood Immaculate Machine]] [[OhCrap cries out]]! Someone else is looking for the little girl. Take a card from the tarot. Flip the Priestess -- the Chairwoman -- designation Lily Engel. All monstrous pathways umbilically converge at a singular source. The nightmare quim. She has seventeen names. She struts through the cadavers of ages.
-->--'''The Buzzing,''' ''VideoGame/TheSecretWorld''

->Do you know what I am, Warlock? ...if you find out, will you let me know?
-->--'''Xûr, Agent of the Nine''', ''Videogame/Destiny2''

->''"In our experiments, we paired a human's body with a demon's blood. Using the organs of a beast, and a heart of black iron, we created something unspeakable, unidentifiable.\\
Not human, demon, nor beast. It swelled as if it were water, and moaned in agony. We created something truly horrifying that day -- an abomination without purpose"''
-->-- '''Unidentified Subject''' flavor text, ''VideoGame/{{Shadowverse}}''

->They're almost at the top of the first flight of steps when the front door opens below them. Schiller's greeters are conspicuously absent as a solitary figure in top hat, [[SharpDressedMan white tie and tails]], with [[ClassyCane silver-topped cane]] tucked under one arm, paces through the entrance and pauses dramatically. Mo's knees turn to jelly as the new arrival turns its face upwards and directs the full weight of his vast, dryly amused attention on her. [...] The living avatar of the [[EldritchAbomination Black Pharaoh]] beams up at her, like a distant supernova blazing through mist rising from the liquefied atmospheric oceans of a frozen outer planet.
-->--''[[Literature/TheLaundryFiles The Delirium Brief]]''

->[[AdaptationalAbomination Popo the Genie]]\\

[[NightmareFace A terrifying face!]]
-->--"[[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6bF9kKDO9c Popo the Genie]]," ''WebVideo/DragonBallZAbridged''

->Between them and the waiting Nazi guards, where the walls change, is [[TheyLookLikeEveryoneElse a slight figure in a brown suit]].
->The young man walks slowly toward the old city, as if in a dream or slowed-down film. His footsteps take too long to land. He wears archaic clothes, trousers that balloon out from pulled-up socks. His hair is a strange pale parted black. [...] As the young man approaches them, the Germans open fire.
->And Thibault almost falls in astonishment because he sees the man [[ImmuneToBullets unconcerned by any of the bullets that hit him]]; he sees him look hard at the closest shooter, and where the man looks, [[RealityWarper a house rises]]. Emerging instantly from nothing, clean, freshly painted, fussily rendered, pale, almost translucent. And the soldier, all the soldiers who were where the house is now [[CriticalExistenceFailure are gone]].
-->--The [[spoiler: Adolf Hitler self-portrait]] in action, ''Literature/TheLastDaysOfNewParis''

-->--'''The Narrator''', regarding the Collector, ''Videogame/DarkestDungeon''

->[[RealityWarper Fools]] are neither dead nor alive. They're not even undead. They just are. Or aren't. It's a tough call.
-->--''String City,'' by Graham Edwards

->"It's okay, I'm not human."
-->--'''[[AlmightyIdiot Benrey]]''', ''WebVideo/HalfLifeButTheAIIsSelfAware''

->It looked like an old man, decrepit and rotten. It was naked, its skin slick and shiny as pitch. Its flesh was withered and decomposing, with missing toes and misshapen feet. [[FatBastard A distended gut protruded obscenely]] from beneath a narrow chest, arms spread wide in a mockery of greeting. Above a ruined throat, she saw a too-wide mouth locked in a [[SlasherSmile rictus grin]], and eyes -- oh god, those eyes. The thing [[{{Intangibility}} emerging from the wall]] before her looked like a man, but its eyes were grey and flat as a shark's.
->The researcher took another two steps back, reaching behind her for something, anything solid to hold. Her breath caught in her throat. The old man stood still, dripping [[OminousObsidianOoze black foulness]] onto the floor as the tiles began liquefying beneath him.
-->--A run-in with '''[[http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-106 SCP-106]],''' ''Wiki/SCPFoundation'': [[http://www.scp-wiki.net/until-death Until Death]]

->[[EnfantTerrible Anthony]] looked at the rat. [[PsychicAssistedSuicide It had devoured half its belly]], and had died from pain. He [[RealityWarper thought it into a grave]] out deep in the cornfield -- his father had once said, smiling, that he might do that with the things he killed -- and went around the house, casting [[RedRightHand his odd shadow]] in the hot, brassy light from above.
-->--''Literature/ItsAGoodLife''

->Throughout history, mankind has been ravaged with horrific tragedy. And on each and every occasion, [[BeenThereShapedHistory it was there]], gorging itself on humanity's pain and suffering. Since the dawn of civilization, it has haunted the shadows of human existence, inflicting agony and death on all it embraces. It has been more than a hundred years since the darkness fell upon the new world. But the hour of evil is upon us once again. [[AStormIsComing There is a vicious storm brewing]], bringing winds of torment and a rain of terror. And with it comes the haunter, a parasitic monster who [[EmotionEater feeds on man's most primal emotions]], seeking ecstasy in the torturous throes of human misery. No man, woman or child is safe from its wickedness.
-->--Summary of "The Haunter Out Of Time," ''Film/InTheMouthOfMadness''

->His demeanor was that of a gentleman balloonist who had accidentally touched down in exotic surroundings: inquisitive, amused. [[TheFaceless With the branch in front of his face]], his intentions were impossible to read. He circled Professor March. There was something strange about the way he moved, something too fluid about his gait. When he walked into the light, Quentin saw that he wasn't quite human, or [[WasOnceAMan if he had been once he wasn't anymore]]. Below the cuffs of his white shirt [[RedRightHand his hands had three or four too many fingers]].
->Fifteen minutes crawled by, then half an hour. Quentin couldn't turn his head, and the man moved in and out of his field of vision. He puttered with Professor March's equipment. He toured the auditorium. He took out a knife and pared his fingernails. Objects stirred and shifted restlessly in place whenever he walked too near them. He picked up an iron rod from March's demonstration table and [[SuperStrength bent it like a piece of liquorice]]. Once he cast a spell -- he spoke too fast for Quentin to catch the details -- that made all the dust in the room fly up and whirl crazily in the air before settling back down again. It had no other obvious effect. When he cast the spell, [[AbnormalLimbRotationRange the extra fingers on his hands bent sideways and backwards]].
->An hour passed, then another. Quentin's fear came and went and came back in huge sweating rushes, crashing waves. He was sure something very bad was happening; [[SurrealHorror it just wasn't clear yet exactly what]].
-->--Introducing '''The Beast,''' ''Literature/TheMagicians''

-> ''"They have the nature of man, but not the nature of ''mankind''."''
-->--'''Reverend George''', ''Film/VillageOfTheDamned1995''

->''"Your master is a monster\\

And when the stars are right,\\

Seven years of labor for the instruments of time''"
-->--Music/BlueOysterCult, [[Music/{{Imaginos}} ''In the Presence of Another World'']]

->Through the study of blood, flesh, and death, [[OurSlashersAreDifferent the Stranger]] [[WasOnceAMan becomes something more than human]]. They have unlocked the secrets of apotheosis, accomplished their dream, and freed themselves from the cage of meat and bone. They have become Transcendent, and [[ScrewTheRulesIHaveSupernaturalPowers nothing is beyond their limit.]]
-->--''TabletopGame/HunterTheVigil: Slasher'' ([[http://forum.theonyxpath.com/forum/main-category/main-forum/the-new-world-of-darkness/333406-preservation-thread-stranger-transcendant-undertaking fan-made content]])

->[[TheDreaded Goss, King of the Murderspivs]] — the designation given him by a Roma intellectual who had, doubtless extremely carefully, resisted identification. [[EnfantTerrible Subby]], whom the smart money said was the subject of Margaret Cavendish’s poem about the "babe of meat and malevolence."
->Goss and fucking Subby. Sliding shifty through Albion’s history, disappearing for ten, thirty, a hundred blessed years at a time, to return, evening all, wink wink, with a twinkle of a sociopathic eye, to unleash [[PsychoForHire some charnel-degradation-for-hire]].
->There was no specificity to Goss and Subby. Try to get what information you can about precisely what their [[FunctionalMagic knacks]] were, what Collingswood still thought of as their superpowers, and all you’d get was that Goss was a murderous shit like no other. Supershit; Wonder-shit; Captain Total Bastard. Nothing funny about it. Call it banal if it makes you feel better but evil’s evil. Goss might stretch his mouth to do one person, stories said, might punch a hole in another, might find himself spitting flames to burn up a third. Whatever.
-->--''Literature/{{Kraken}}''

-->--'''[[AlmightyIdiot Benrey]]''', ''Machinima/HalfLifeButTheAIIsSelfAware''

-> We arrived at a colony I later learned had been named Fio’kai and discovered a portion of the invaders’ army still encamped in the smoking ruins. Though superficially each bore a resemblance of form to [[HumansByAnyOtherName Gue'la]], there was among them a riot of anatomies and form I had never before seen and could barely believe drew breath. Each creature bore distended limbs, twisted organs and gibbering mouths, each giving voice to vile exhortations in the name of indulgence.
-> We fell upon them and killed all save one, who [[TooKinkyToTorture seemed to revel in the pain our weapons had inflicted upon him]]. His form was twisted and warped beyond any physical norms and he spat and swore such vile things at us that I was forced to order my Shas’el to stand down, for fear that he execute the prisoner there and then.
-> ...
->A [[TheLegionsOfHell horde of fierce-looking warriors]] in armour emblazoned with shimmering colors and surrounded by a cacophony of discordant noise, bearing icons and sigils of wanton indulgence was approaching. On the flanks came snapping creatures of disturbing appearance, hideously genderless and garbed in fine silks and ermine trimmed armour. Where one would expect to see hands, these creatures were equipped with sensuous claws and darting, barbed tongues whipped from their jaws. Shambling horrors of thrashing pseudopod, claw and fang were driven before the army by grotesque, beast-headed monsters armed with crackling energy prods. At the center of the horde stood a giant in electric blue armour, edged in gold and pink. I took this to be none other than Slaanesh him or herself and vowed to personally defeat this vile creature. The sensors of my battlesuit detected unknown chemical pollutants suffusing the air around the advancing troops, but could not discern its nature.
-->-- [[https://web.archive.org/web/20080213205644/http://us.games-workshop.com/games/40k/tau/extras/background/2.htm "Echoes of the Mont'au"]] (a ''TabletopGame/Warhammer40000'' short story)

->They're almost at the top of the first flight of steps when the front door opens below them. Schiller's greeters are conspicuously absent as a solitary figure in [[NiceHat top hat]], [[SharpDressedMan white tie and tails]], with [[ClassyCane silver-topped cane]] tucked under one arm, paces through the entrance and pauses dramatically. Mo's knees turn to jelly as the new arrival turns its face upwards and directs the full weight of his vast, dryly amused attention on her. [...] The living avatar of the [[EldritchAbomination Black Pharaoh]] beams up at her, like a distant supernova blazing through mist rising from the liquefied atmospheric oceans of a frozen outer planet.

-->-- [[https://web.archive.org/web/20080213205644/http://us.games-workshop.com/games/40k/tau/extras/background/2.htm "Echoes of the Mont'au"]] (a ''TabletopGame/Warhammer40000'' short story)

-->-- [["https://web.archive.org/web/20080213205644/http://us.games-workshop.com/games/40k/tau/extras/background/2.htm Echoes of the Mont'au"]] (a ''TabletopGame/Warhammer40000'' short story)

-->-- "[[https://web.archive.org/web/20080213205644/http://us.games-workshop.com/games/40k/tau/extras/background/2.htm Echoes of the Mont'au]]" (a ''TabletopGame/Warhammer40000'' short story)

-->--''TabletopGame/HunterTheVigil: Slasher'' ([[http://forum.theonyxpath.com/forum/main-category/main-forum/the-new-world-of-darkness/333406-preservation-thread-stranger-transcendant-undertaking fan-made content]])

-->--Music/BlueOysterCult, "[[Music/{{Imaginos}} ''In the Presence of Another World'']]"

-->--'''Reverend George''', ''Film/VillageOfTheDamned1995''

-->--'''Reverend George''', ''Film/VillageOfTheDamned''

-->--'''Reverend George''', ''Film/TheVillageOfTheDamned''

-->--Introducing '''The Beast,''' ''Literature/TheMagicians''

->The [[BigGood Immaculate Machine]] [[OhCrap cries out]]! Someone else is looking for the little girl. Take a card from the tarot. Flip the Priestess -- the Chairwoman -- designation Lily Engel. All monstrous pathways umbilically converge at [[MotherOfAThousandYoung a singular source]]. The nightmare quim. [[IHaveManyNames She has seventeen names]]. [[TimeAbyss She struts through the cadavers of ages]].

->'''Eugene Tacitus:''' Doctor - look at [[EnfantTerrible the child]]'s face!\\

'''Childeric:''' I command you - awake, and begin your reign here and now!\\

->'''Angel:''' No. Not one of you - ''[[AnthropomorphicPersonification all]]'' [[AnthropomorphicPersonification of you]].

->It looked like an old man, decrepit and rotten. It was naked, its skin slick and shiny as pitch. Its flesh was withered and decomposing, with missing toes and misshapen feet. [[FatBastard A distended gut protruded obscenely]] from beneath a narrow chest, arms spread wide in a mockery of greeting. Above a ruined throat, she saw a too-wide mouth locked in a [[SlasherSmile rictus grin]], and eyes - oh god, those eyes. The thing [[{{Intangibility}} emerging from the wall]] before her looked like a man, but its eyes were grey and flat as a shark's.

->'' And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences - of electricity and psychology -- and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky.''

->'' "I have felt your restlessness, Selene. That part of you that was born of Sesqua's shadow is growing dormant; and that other portion, spawned beyond the cosmic chaos, is flexing its vibrant muscles. The star-stuff that forms so much a part of your being longs for home. It calls to you as you have, just this afternoon, summoned it. You ache to sit with your Elder Sibling beside the entropic throne of Ultimate Disorder. The Boundless One scents you, and calls you. The universe sizzles with the waves of his dreaming. Psychic activity has increased with supernatural alacrity, here in this valley and - I feel it in my old bones - throughout this haunted globe." ''

->And then, light. It came from ''them:'' from the quartet of cenobites who now, with the wall sealed behind them, occupied the room. A fitful phosphorescence, [[BioluminescenceIsCool like the glow of deep-sea fishes]]: blue, cold, charmless. It struck [[BlackSheep Frank]] that he had never once wondered what they would look like. His imagination, though fertile when it came to trickery and theft, as impoverished in other regards. The skill to picture these eminences was beyond then, so he had not even tried.
->Why then was he so distressed to set eyes upon them? Was it the scars that covered every inches of their bodies, [[MalevolentMutilation the flesh cosmetically punctured and sliced and infibulated, then dusted down with ash]]? Was it the smell of vanilla they brought with them, the sweetness of which did little to disguise [[EvilSmellsBad the stench beneath]]? Or was it that, as the light grew and he scanned them more closely, he saw nothing of joy or even humanity in their maimed faces: only [[HorrorHunger desperation and an appetite]] that [[BringMyBrownPants made his bowels ache to be voided]].

->Over the course of millennia, he has worn many names. In medieval Europe, they called him the Black Man, patron of witchcraft and devil worship (some believed that he ''was'' the Devil). In the Arabic World, where he abided for many years in days long ago, he went by the name of al-Aswad, the name he gave to those who followed after him as Fallen Oracles. To the Sumerians, he was Ut-Napishtam, the primordial man who was chosen by the gods to survive the Great Flood and was thereafter granted immortality but made to abide part from all lesser creatures. In truth, he was all of these things and none, the [[DarkMessiah anointed champion]] of the [[EldritchAbomination Darkness beyond Creation]], and his [[IKnowYourTrueName True Name]] is [[TheNameless lost to the deep memory of time]]. Perhaps the most far-thinking human being ever to exist, he was chosen not for his power or his knowledge - for with life enough, any man might develop these qualities - but instead for his [[EnlightenedAntagonist wisdom]], [[LongGame patience]] and [[TheChessmaster sense of strategy]].

'''The Doctor:''' What is it, Eugene? [[FaceOfAnAngelMindOfADemon It's a perfectly ordinary face]]. A little pale, I admit, but that's no surprise considering-\\
'''Eugene Tacitus:''' No! It's the face! [[EternalRecurrence I've seen it before]] - [[RegularlyScheduledEvil come back to haunt me]]... you mustn't wake him up! If you do, it'll be the death of you all!\\

->Of all the lords of the Old Ones, only Nyarlathotep appears wholly in the likeness of a man. The shapes of the Old Ones are not fixed, but express their nature through a harmony between form and intention; yet it is possible for them to [[VoluntaryShapeshifter change their appearance within the bounds of this accord]], and Nyarlathotep chooses to come to his worshipers as a man of [[LargeAndInCharge greater than average height]] who is in all respects human [[RedRightHand save one]]: that he has [[TheBlank no face]], but only a blackness where a face should be seen. As the face of [[AlmightyIdiot Azathoth]] is darkly bright and radiates outward, so the face of Nyarlathotep is a void that draws inward both heat and light and never releases them. He is the eater of souls.
->Why he comes in the shape of a man is not known, but it may be to better have dealings with humankind, since he is reputed to [[DidWeJustHaveTeaWithCthulhu enjoy the company of men when they drink wine and gamble]], and the bodies of women [[DidYouJustRomanceCthulhu with whom he lies in lust]]. He speaks as a man speaks, but his voice has the coldness that lies between the stars, and few wish to hear his sardonic laughter, for then there will be death. [[PsychopathicManchild Men are to him as playthings to a child]] - to be taken up for a time, then abruptly cast away and trodden into the earth.

->'''Constantine:''' Oh come on - spare me the universal victim-messiah shtick. I've been following you, remember? I've seen [[WalkingWasteland the roadkill you left splattered along the way]]. Admit it, [[ForTheEvulz you just get off on fucking people up]].

->'''Angel:''' I let them know that what they do to others, even by neglect, they do ultimately to themselves-
->'''Constantine:''' Yeah, yeah... leave it out, Angel. I know what you are... you're a bleedin' [[TitleDrop Horrorist]] - a redistributor of suffering, perpetuating revolutionary outrage in the cozy heartlands of oppression and complacency! But that's cool. There's ''worse'' things you could be.

->The [[BigGood Immaculate Machine]] [[OhCrap cries out]]! Someone else is looking for the little girl. Take a card from the tarot. Flip the Priestess - the Chairwoman - designation Lily Engel. All monstrous pathways umbilically converge at [[MotherOfAThousandYoung a singular source]]. The nightmare quim. She has seventeen names. She struts through the cadavers of ages.

Not human, demon, nor beast. It swelled as if it were water, and moaned in agony. We created something truly horrifying that day—an abomination without purpose"''

->[[TheDreaded Popo the Genie]]\\

->It looked like an old man, decrepit and rotten. It was naked, its skin slick and shiny as pitch. Its flesh was withered and decomposing, with missing toes and misshapen feet. [[FatBastard A distended gut protruded obscenely]] from beneath a narrow chest, arms spread wide in a mockery of greeting. Above a ruined throat, she saw a too-wide mouth locked in a [[SlasherSmile rictus grin]], and eyes - oh god, those eyes. The thing [[IntangibleMan emerging from the wall]] before her looked like a man, but its eyes were grey and flat as a shark's.

->[[EnfantTerrible Anthony]] looked at the rat. [[PsychicAssistedSuicide It had devoured half its belly]], and had died from pain. He [[RealityWarper thought it into a grave]] out deep in the cornfield--his father had once said, smiling, that he might do that with the things he killed--and went around the house, casting [[RedRightHand his odd shadow]] in the hot, brassy light from above.

->His demeanor was that of a gentleman balloonist who had accidentally touched down in exotic surroundings: inquisitive, amused. [[TheFaceless With the branch in front of his face]], his intentions were impossible read. He circled Professor March. There was something strange about the way he moved, something too fluid about his gait. When he walked into the light, Quentin saw that he wasn't quite human, or [[WasOnceAMan if he had been once he wasn't anymore]]. Below the cuffs of his white shirt [[RedRightHand his hands had three or four too many fingers]].
->Fifteen minutes crawled by, then half an hour. Quentin couldn't turn his head, and the man moved in and out of his field of vision. He puttered with Professor March's equipment. He toured the auditorium. He took out a knife and pared his fingernails. Objects stirred and shifted restlessly in place whenever he walked too near them. He picked up an iron rod from March's demonstration table and [[SuperStrength bent it like a piece of liquorice]]. Once he cast a spell — he spoke too fast for Quentin to catch the details — that made all the dust in the room fly up and whirl crazily in the air before settling back down again. It had no other obvious effect. When he cast the spell, [[AbnormalLimbRotationRange the extra fingers on his hands bent sideways and backwards]].

->The [[BigGood Immaculate Machine]] [[OhCrap cries out]]! Someone else is looking for the little girl. [[TarotMotifs Take a card from the tarot]]. Flip the Priestess - the Chairwoman - designation Lily Engel. All monstrous pathways umbilically converge at [[MotherOfAThousandYoung a singular source]]. The nightmare quim. [[IHaveManyNames She has seventeen names]]. She [[TimeAbyss struts through the cadavers of ages]].

->[[TimeAbyss Over the course of millennia]], he has [[IHaveManyNames worn many names]]. In medieval Europe, they called him the Black Man, patron of witchcraft and devil worship (some believed that he ''was'' the Devil). In the Arabic World, where he abided for many years in days long ago, he went by the name of al-Aswad, the name he gave to those who followed after him as Fallen Oracles. To the Sumerians, he was Ut-Napishtam, the primordial man who was chosen by the gods to survive the Great Flood and was thereafter granted immortality but made to abide part from all lesser creatures. In truth, he was all of these things and none, the [[DarkMessiah anointed champion]] of the [[EldritchAbomination Darkness beyond Creation]], and his [[IKnowYourTrueName True Name]] is [[TheNameless lost to the deep memory of time]]. Perhaps the most far-thinking human being ever to exist, he was chosen not for his power or his knowledge - for with life enough, any man might develop these qualities - but instead for his [[EnlightenedAntagonist wisdom]], [[LongGame patience]] and [[TheChessmaster sense of strategy]].

->[[TimeAbyss Time has not been kind to]] [[DragonInChief Ur-Shulgi]], nor have the ravages of the beast within it or the numerous enemies it has challenged. It looks nothing so much as a [[UndeadChild scarred, burnt child]], [[PhysicalGod a young god born from fire and violence]]. Its skin, obsidian-black with age, displays a [[CoveredWithScars lattice of scars]], some of which weep blood when the Methuselah becomes agitated. Here and there, bits of bone and sinew protrude from beneath its skin, as if its body has been flayed. Additionally, Ur-Shulgi's eyes have [[EyeScream been either gouged or burned away]], though [[BlindSeer it claims to see without hindrance]]. [...] Its voice [[EvilSoundsRaspy seems to billow up from the depths of a dry desert well]]; surprisingly to some, Ur-Shulgi is [[{{Omniglot}} perfectly fluent in any modern language in which it is addressed]]. It normally remains motionless when conversing with its childer or other "Kindred," unless it wishes to make a rhetorical point through a cat-like flash of violence. If it absolutely has to do anything other than kill, it does not move so much as [[FlashStep flicker from point to point]].

->The researcher took another two steps back, reaching behind her for something, anything solid to hold. Her breath caught in her throat. The old man stood still, dripping black foulness onto the floor as the tiles began liquefying beneath him.