Azathoth Novels & Stories

They groaned and scrambled up to their feet weakly. "My name is Matthew Leverton, Guardian of Atlantis," Matthew grunted with a scowl as he charged again, this time with surprisingly good reflexes. He managed to knock him over against a rough stone wall. "And I know who you are, Hyusho Vorne. Stop destroying the Places of Worship!" "Ah, how nice for you to mention my name." Hyusho sneered as he raised his own sword and yelled. "Charge!"

Solomon binds Abezethibou and Ephippas to the pillar (perhaps a reference to the Milky Way) and commands that they hold it up in the air until the end of time. His name is too difficult to pronounce so I’m just going to stick with calling him Abez. I thought the legends said he was bound until the end of time but I guess that wasn’t true seeing as he was in front of us right now. That wasn’t even the most of it, as I looked past the door, behind them was a whole army of lesser demons.

The air inside the Void-Chamber was thick with the scent of ozone and ancient, stagnant magic. Solas, the Solar King, stood before the massive vortex of solidified darkness, his white-gold armor reflecting the unnatural swirl of the abyss. He looked like a god, but his eyes—wide and hungry—betrayed the dying mortal underneath.

He will kill them all—if the horde doesn’t do it first. Aithon. A cursed name. Not dragon, not serpent, but something fouler, an abomination born of both. His body is a coiling leviathan of molten stone and fire, a creature that breathes rivers of lava. No blade has ever pierced his hide, no spell has ever contained him—except the ancient mage who sealed him centuries ago, entrusting his prison to werewolves. And now… the seal is gone. We have to get them out before it breaks. At any cost.

“Shh.” The professor goes on. “As you all know, beneath Velthra is the Tophet, the parasitic layer of existence that we Nobles are in charge of keeping at bay to keep it from getting a foothold in the Mortal Realm. It’s a disturbing, lifeless void filled with the Voidmaws, Netherhounds, Shades, Undead, Shadowhounds, Monsters, and other unpleasantries, to put it lightly.” He taps the board. “And below Tophet is the Beyond, where we all go after death…”

“I’d suggest you sit down, this is going to be a long story.” I nodded then lowered myself to the soft grass and sat down, ready to listen to what she had to say. “Long ago,” she began. “In the celestial realm of Vhal’Zyrr— this is where the gods lived, where the universe was created. There was a young god amongst them— Zerathos, the bringer of dread. He was born from the cosmos itself, his powers sprung from the darkest corners of the universe itself. He had the ability to bend the will of those lesser than him, to make them see, feel and die as he wished. At first, the other gods were surprised by his powers— his creation as a whole. He was ambitious, charismatic and gifted far beyond what

Lottie POV I stood amidst the swirling darkness of the demonic realm, the air thick with the stench of sulphur and despair. Before me loomed Astaroth, his eyes drifting over his land to a gothic cathedral, its red marble structure, a stark contrast against the blackened sky. Lightning crackled ominously, casting eerie shadows that danced across the barren landscape. This was Hell. My heart pounded in my chest as I realised Chase had followed me through the portal. Anger flared within me, mixing with a deep sense of concern for his safety. Why did he have to be so reckless?

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

his voice lowered at the memory haunting him. “what happend next?” I said feeling breathless.His eyes didn’t smile, they went cold “Then the illusion cracked. The smell of flowers turned to the scent of a week-old corpse. So I cut it down and behind it, the shadows parted and Zaahir Stepped forward and blocked my part” A shiver went down my spine, this was terrifyingly interesting. “He was an Ifrit of the old world, towering, his skin the color of cooled lava, bronzed armour and eyes like two dying suns with spiral horns on his head”

The torchlight flickered violently. And then, I felt it. The abyss had opened again. *** **Omniscient Narrator** In a cavern hidden among the western cliffs, Ágata and Eloise held a forbidden relic in their hands: a black sphere, carved from living obsidian. Surrounded by ancient symbols drawn in blood, whispers rose from their lips, invoking a being that time had tried to forget. “The previous attack was just a murmur,” whispered Eloise. “Now… let them hear the roar.”