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To Feel Power

That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die.

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_**From the endless abyssal void that abides without the boundaries of our universe, the mad, dead and dying deities of old reside, as they slowly lose themselves to the infinite darkness. From this space, a single whisper sounded. It was in a voice that could once have boomed with such strength that it could shake the will of even the strongest of spirit, and yet now it sounded soft, frail, yet still demanding.

"For good or for ill, let my final breath convey the power remaining within me to one who epitomises that which I once stood for. Allow it to flow through them, and let nothing that it can access be denied to them. Let it be so."

With those words, an entity that existed long before civilisation as we know it died, with a single glowing orb of light emitting from it. It pulsed a light red, shifting into a slight pink occasionally, as it suddenly streaked towards the boundaries of our universe, and slipped through a slight rift, before seeking the one that matched it's requirements.

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Happy writing and reading folks!

Brief thanks to Warden-Yarn15 for reminding me of the lovecraftian quote.

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