[ WP ] You are the head of the Cult of Cthulhu , their goal is almost complete . You never wanted this to happen , you were in it for the perks .

'Oh shit,' Terence though as he saw the far wall shimmer and slide through time. 
 
 `` Exalted Father,'' Larry said at Terence's left, `` see how our works bring forth the Great Old One!'' Terence could n't believe Larry actually sounded excited. Here they were working to bring about the destruction of the world and this nutbar thinks it's Christmas morning. 
 
 `` Verily.'' Terence fell back on antiquated words whenever he was at a loss. He suspected that was ninety percent of the reason he got this job - his ability to correctly use words like'antediluvian.' 
 
 `` My lords,'' Jimmy said he he ran up and knelt in front of the two men, `` we have reports of intruders in the compound.'' 
 
'Thank God,' Terence thought. `` How many and where?'' 
 
 `` My lord High Father, many and everywhere. We must evacuate.'' Jimmy kept staring at the floor as he talked. Terence always used to get a little thrill at all the subservience but now it was turning his stomach. 
 
 `` Verily. Lord Protector,'' Terence said, turning to Larry, `` take ten men and hold the main gate while I evacuate the remainder through the hidden catacombs.'' Hidden catacombs. It always made Terence chuckle that they called he tiny underground hallway a catacomb. The damn thing was only six feet tall and three feet wide. They had the McMillan brothers dig it out last summer. Those boys had a tendency to get into serious trouble - like raping and murdering trouble - when they got bored. So Terence gave them both a couple of shovels and told them to get to work. When it was over, he bought them beers and copy of The Great Escape on DVD. 
 
 Larry nodded and whisked away, taking Jimmy with him. The sudden disturbance had put the kibosh on the ritual which made the wall stop flickering out of normal space. Terence has never been so glad for an interruption in his life. He clapped his hands to get the attention of the rest of the acolytes. 
 
 `` Children! Hear me now! Our estimable sanctum is being harried by the unbelievers!'' Terence looked around and realized maybe one in ten had any idea what he was taking about. He had to dumb it down. `` We must flee before the unworthy penetrate! Quickly, to the catacombs!'' With that, he turned with a flourish that made his robes flare out behind him. He did n't stop to look back but he could hear some generalized rustling of people starting to move. 
 
 Terence found the trap door behind the altar and pulled it open. He shucked his robes at the top - they were certain to get in the way down there. He slid down the ladder as fast as he could. There was the sound of popping far off in the distance as he descended. He did n't look but hoped at least some of his personal vassals made their escape. Angela, Pamela, Rita. Hell, they were the reason he got into this crazy cult. Of course, now that he'd seen that wall shimmer it made him wonder if maybe it was just a bunch of inbred hillbillies hiding out in the woods. Maybe there was something to his. Either way, he'd have to start up a recruitment drive again. This time he'd focus more on that beautician college out near the interstate.
