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I'm Doctor Lacrimosa Malak, which roughly translates to weeping angel. Yeah, my mother was like that. Saw me crying right out of her womb and already bringing up the first thing on her mind. And not one second later that was to become my name. Of course, she had to die one year later because of a brain tumor.

In that case, my father would take over. But, there was only one problem. My mother was a virgin. She never had sexual intercourse. Parthenogenesis they called it. Mary herself would have been proud, not that I believed she existed. But in spite of that, I do believe in the supernatural. Minus the 'super' part of course. It isn't supernal anymore when it actually occurs in reality. Then its simply 'natural'. Even if theoretical models can't explain it, conceptual physics still does. That is my specialty. A sort of physics that reaches beyond the boundaries of the box that we live in called the universe.

I currently reside in the Miskatonic university researching various things without much of a purpose beyond gaining knowledge. I had a girlfriend a few months back but she left because I was more interest in tomes and grimoires than her. Of course, I didn't really care that she left. She was pretty much right that I loved my library more than I loved her.

Well, maybe I loved my pet more than my books. But its a close call. My pet isn't a dog or a cat or anything as simple as that. My pet and friend is a Shoggoth. A servitor race created by the Old Ones. I found her/him? In an underground lake under a mountain at Yellowstone. The rest of the university wanted to dissect him but I put a stop to that with my boom stick. An advanced rifle that I found alongside Dunsany the Shoggoth. That underground lake was a cache of some sorts of the technology of the old ones, which I promptly raided.

Besides the weapons, I picked up they also had a genetic sequencer from what I gathered. It is some kind of radiation gun that can change the genetic structure of any organism. Its programming is pretty alien so I haven't done much with it beyond creating weird plants that defied logic as the rest of the humans know it. Okay, also maybe a bit of self-experimentation. Nothing beyond strengthening my own features instead of adding features. Such as carbon rich bones that were as strong as steel and still flexible as normal bone. Also a greatly enhanced metabolism and a genetic structure that is practicably immune to mutation and can replicate itself endlessly based on Dunsany's biological data.

I must admit, maybe making myself immortal was a bit aberrant. But I read too much literature of people who got bored of being immortal that I need to debunk that horse manure. I know too much about brain chemistry to fall for something like that. Its just something people concocted to assuage their fear of death so I didn't think about it too much.

Anyways. Now I'm just sitting in my office, researching the intranet of the Arkham archaeological department on my laptop. Not that I'm getting much out of it. Other than the chair bought from S-Mart being rather uncomfortable when you sit on it too long.

On what I'm searching? Well, I had a friend in rural Tennessee called Chris Roberts who really was obsessed over a legendary Grimoire he found a clue on a few months back. He was close but he needed my credentials to go through all the legal shenanigans in Massachusetts.

Hearing a ping from my laptop I open up the message from Chris, mentioning a ship called The Vigilant that transported a weird book from the middle east. Searching through the archaeological records I found only one mention of the ship. And its a diary from Captain Ashton Stones of The Emma.

Apparently The Vigilant sank in a heavy storm that appeared from out of nowhere but not before The Emma rescued one survivor who clung on a book with religious fervor. The captain also mentioned that the person recited a weird set of words until he died one week later. He didn't know what to do with the book so he gave it as a gift to Professor Nya Daigun fifteen years ago. A female eastern professor that came here a long time ago and now hang around the university seemingly without a clear purpose. Not like that was strange as most people here didn't do much here either. They can call it studying as much as they want but knowledge needs to be used. Not just accumulated. That's why I always go on expeditions using clues referenced in many fictional books and diaries. And it never failed me to find something esoteric.

"Tekeli-li!" A voice cried out before a slimy transparent yellow jello covered my head.

I didn't panic as this was a usual behavior of Dunsany. Lifting him up from my head I put him in my lap. His mono eye looking up at me in adoration.

"I just got a new clue. You want to come with me, buddy?" I asked him.

He shuddered for a moment and morphed his body to go inside my jacket and wrap around my body. His eye stalk peeking out of my collar.

"I'll take that as yes, now just grabbing my field equipment. Can't leave it here outside of my sight. Can't count how many times people broke into my office to get my research and Elder technology" I told him.

Grabbing the Field Effect Rifle from my wall mount, I collapse it in a portable form and insert it in my inner jacket pocket. Alongside the genetic sequencer, I also grabbed the dimensional storage cube which I hid in most of the valuable stuff but can't be used right now because of my limited understanding of the tech.

Walking up to my door I looked back at my office slash home the past ten years and can't help but feel a bit of dread for no reason. Suppressing the feeling I closed and locked it up. Walking away to the west section of the uni five hundred meters from the central courtyard where Nya lives.

EXE

It's been four thousand years since I met Nya and married her a year later. Apparently, the book Chris was looking for actually belonged to Nya a thousand years back when Abdul Alhazred passed it on to her for unexplained reasons. Of course, such a book had a tendency to go missing once in a while but it always goes back to its master if no worthwhile practitioner is found.

But I really wanted the Grimoire. So her refusal to give it to me really didn't stop me from bribing her and threatening her up until I am begging on my knees. As that didn't really work I changed tactics and started to court her instead. A few weeks later and she was so amused that she actually accepted my lackluster proposal I've done as a final effort.

Before we went to marry she revealed her true identity. I think she wanted to scare me for her amusement but I wasn't that surprised. Not many people walking around living thousands of years and possessing artifacts so rare and powerful that people would kill their wife and kids for it.

Nyarlathotep is her name as figured. The will of the churning chaos. The voice of the Outer gods and all around a generally nice woman who derives amusement from watching us crawl and scurry like ants. You know, like most woman do.

My situation is equally as amusing to me too. Me, an above average mad magician marrying an entity so powerful she could undo my existence on a whim. But to be honest, I think I liked the danger and challenge. And the rewards for my commitment is just the cherry on top of the icing.

For one I have access to the original Kitab Al-Azif. The Necronomicon. From its pages, there is an ocean of lost knowledge. From the science of the Great Race of Yith to the most depraved summoning rituals to have ever existed.

I also travel around the universe at will as I wish. Such as going to a place called Abbith, an apparent Stellar Sphere sustaining a micro-universe inside where it housed her original body. It's size too great and powerful to occupy our own universe. It is also there it kept the Gate of Incomprehensible Dimensions held up with Yog-Sothoths power, where on the other side the Court of Azathot lies. The historical data referenced that he lies at the center at the universe but considering the universe has no origin center. Well, the center based on the speed of light and the eleven dimensions at least. I'm pretty sure if you placed a rope at the edge of the universe and traveled to the other side with the rope the center would be at the middle of the rope. Or this my limited Euclidean understanding at work?

Anyways, Nya did not care much for Azathoth or her original body. After all, what's the point of everything if everything is destroyed. That's why she rather sit quietly at the back of universe scheming and plotting things for fun until Azathoth awakens.

Or that was supposed to be her plan, I myself am immortal and planned to be that way… Forever. And for all of her intelligence and supposed eldritch thinking, she hasn't managed to do what I did. I unraveled the multiverse and opened up access to higher infinities. So far up and away that we exited the Dream and entered a universe, not in Azathoth's reach.

Now we are just void walkers. Traveling the multiversal clusters for interesting sights and events. Taking with us her original body along side the solar system sized Stellar Sphere that made up the micro-verse where she resides.

We are currently residing in a universe where Earth formed almost exactly like ours without the addition of magic and extraterrestrial presences. Up until an anomaly occurred where we detected a rift in dimensions opening up multiple cracks to other realities. In these crack, we found two in what might be considered outer gods if weren't for the fact that they still seemed to follow the possible applied science without breaking them. They also had no extra-physical presence in the Ether so that made us sure that they were just an advanced race evolved to grow without rhyme or reason. A perpetual growing Rube Goldberg machine as it is. Or maybe that's all civilizations?

We watched as one fake god died as a young teen killed it after she got possession of ones of its multidimensional organs that contained the power of some kind of analytical computer that can predict the future using classical physics. A Game Theory machine as it is.

The one god still remained for unknown reasons and donned a guise of a hero after talking to a homeless person. Why the teen didn't kill him can't be explained until we actually bothered to look into it more. Which we did after learning that conflict is brewing on Earth. The people playing some kind of stupid game to the detriment of society. And the appearance of the fake Great Old Ones also didn't help my opinion of this universe. Nya didn't care much but she let me do whatever I want. I always made the entire party greater, like oil on fire she said. So I interfered slightly to stir up the hornets a bit while improving the game they're playing.

Hijacking one of the source of its powers I ripped it off from the network and remade it anew. Now improved with a stellar core as its power source and made more efficient by technological enhancements throughout its being. The four fundamental forces were at its command and the rest I stripped away with the control center replaced with a clone of Dunsany who split himself into millions of copies a few hundred years back.

I could have fixed the world up in an instant but that would be rather boring, for me and for Nya. So we would see if a champion can do the job for us. The prerequisites I searched for the wielder is righteous anger and the will to do something to change the status quo. There were more factors at hand but that would take too long to explain. But the gist of it is that it will only land in the hands of the one who needs it the most and one whose ideals represents us. Not evil nor good, but something else.

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