[ WP ] An Eldritch Abomination awakens to find Humanity somehow became more powerful then it .

He had slumbered for so long. His twisted appendages flowing with the current, limp, lifeless. His dark visage, uncorrupted by the touch of humanity. 
 
 And something bothered Him. A million fathoms below anything else, and deep in slumber. And yet, He was bothered. The murky pressure of the zone lines kept him afloat. His grand, glorious mind had awoken. 
 
 Something was off. The darkness was impenetrable, a thick blanket, obscuring the dark horrors that lay in it. It had changed, mutated. It turned corrupt. 
 
 The unblinking eye opened, filmy from a millennia of sleep. Thousands of plots and plans, schemes and subterfuges, all to purge this world of it's stinking filth. 
 
 *Humanity. * The darkest monsters, even though they recoiled in horror of His visage, they were the true Death. They would go on to wipe worlds, scourge the Earth, and order things. Tiny, insignificant dust that would always multiply, creating the annoying film that was fun to play in, but grew cumbersome after time passed. 
 
 And they had corrupted His slumber. He had not known how long, nor why He could not feel some of His multifarious appendages. He never had felt this... *weakened*. He contained the sickness. He forbade Himself from thinking what the result of this sickness would be, on His immortal form. 
 
 This displeased the Elder God. Rising from His murky waters, He slowly combed the waters to find the source. His eye, used to such darkness, easily detected the faintest glimmers of light. There were none. 
 
 No scales were left to reflect anything. Nothing was baiting another, conniving to make a meal. The water was empty. He was alone. 
 
 Infuriated, He gathered all of His strength, and propelled himself above. The higher he got, the more corruption was present. This.. corruption... that humans had made themselves. It was dark, deadly. Impermeable, unnoticeable, mercurial, and yet an ever-present threat. 
 
 There remained no flash of scale, no brush of feather, no itch of tentacles dragging. He had almost burst to the surface, but a strange and foreign emotion made Him freeze. This emotion was unknown to Him, but it sped up His heart. 
 
 The humans had managed to corrupt far more than they should have. This substance, this dark power, was too much for Him to handle. His massive, beating, chamberous heart had sped up. He was feeling... *unsuited*. 
 
 Ignoring the unknown chemical metamorphosis, He burst to the surface. The world was much different than He imagined. The water glimmered a strange color, corrupted by the humans. It was a bright, luminescent green that glowed the color of phosphorous at night. 
 
 He theorized that the water had changed Him, was what forced Him to decay. 
 
 Horrified, He swam down, blazing, and yet the corruption reached. This thing, He searched the human knowledge for, was *radioactivity*. All living organisms were born and fed by it, and grew sickly if it was corrupted by *humans*. 
 
 Smashing through zone layer after zone layer, He also identified the emotion that made His heart beat so. It was an emotion that humans frequently felt when they encountered His twisted visage. *Fear*. 
 
 They had manged to corrupt Him. 
 
 He was afraid. 
 
 And alone. 
 
 Defeated.
