Interlude #1: Stealing the Stone
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." The words echo off the cavern walls. Jack remembers when he first joined the Order of the Ancient Stone. These words seemed incomprehensible, scrambling his mind and causing bouts of nausea. His tongue struggled to form the syllables, the sounds catching in his throat. But now they can as natural as breathing. "In his house at R'lyeh, Cthulhu waits dreaming." Jack chants as his mind seamlessly translates the words into an understandable medium.
The wet stone is cold on his forehead as he bows to the altar of the elder gods, joined in unison by dozens of other hooded supplicants. A lone figure stands upon the raised alter, hands clasped and head bowed in prayer. Lance Blake. The guardian of the stone. He is the charismatic figure that drew Jack into his world. Away from the light and into the darkness, with promises of enlightenment and truth. But all he brings is annihilation.
Blake raises his hand and the chanting crowd falls silent. “Children of the Stone, I beseech you, hear my words,” cries Blake from the altar. “We have worked tirelessly to bring about the return of the elder gods, those who wait behind the wall. While the rest of the world corrupts themselves with the evils of technology… with medicine… with science…. We know the truth!”
Chants of “Cthulhu fhtagn” rise like a wave from the crowd, crashing into the stone walls and reverberating back.
Blake raises his hand and once again silence fills the cavern. “But there are dangers at every turn. Our enemies work against us. They attempt to stymy us at every turn. Thwart our attempts to restore the stone. That is why, as guardian, I have decided to name protectors.”
Jack’s heart begins to race. This was the moment he had been waiting for. Years of devotion have lead to this. What if they know of my plan?
Chants sweep the cavern, only to be calmed once again. “These five I shall anoint, naming them protector, their sacred duty to be safeguarding their fragment of the stone.” From the shadows emerge indescribable forms, carrying pieces of stone that seem to absorb all they light that touches them.
“And I name the first protector…” Blake’s words are lost in the thumping of Jack's pulse. One by one, member of the crowd rise and accept the fragments. When the fifth name is called, Jack don’t need to hear it to know that he has been bestowed a great honor.
He walks through the crowds towards the altar, his steps heavy as if to resist the path he has chosen. Once at the altar, Father Blake gentle clasps him on the shoulder, a smile spread across his beautiful face. “Of all my children, I trust you the most” he says placing the stone fragment in Jack's hand. Tears run down his checks and he can’t quite understand why. “I love you Father Blake,” he whispers.
The recoil of the pistol seems more real than the echoing boom of the pistol Jack had hidden up his sleeve. In almost slow motion he watches as Father Blake falls to the ground, holding his stomach as blood streams between his fingers. As one the crowd raises up in a howl of anger and outrage.
With the speed of a man attempting to outrun death, Jack heads to the tunnel that leads back to the surface, a teeming mass of fury chasing him.
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