Marvel's Great Old Ones

"Damn it, damn Bichi, open the door for me!" A shout echoed in the middle of the dark and dirty corridor. A drunk man holding a bottle of wine stumbled and banged on the door.

The dim lights that flashed from time to time in the corridor illuminated the man's face, making him look like a mad dog.

"Open the door and look at it quickly, or I'll break your legs, ugh—"

pat!

The door was opened, revealing a thin woman with a face full of wounds.

"Fake, damn it, why did you open the door so slowly today? Are you doing something behind my back?" The man suddenly rushed up from the ground and slapped the woman on the face.

"I am seeking refuge from the great gods." The woman tilted her head, her face calm, as if she was not the one who was beaten black and blue by her former lover.

"Bullshit gods, aren't they just things that those yellow-skinned monkeys from Jishi Hall push out to collect money? Did you donate the money in? Where's my money! How dare you talk back!"

The man became surprisingly angry because of his wife's reply. He rushed forward and hit the woman with a wine bottle, making an inaudible click.

His fists were like raindrops hitting the thin woman who was thrown to the ground, as if this could vent the frustration he suffered during the day and regain the dignity he had lost due to ridicule.

No matter how much the man beat her, the woman just curled up and endured it silently. She closed her eyes and murmured the prayer she learned in church today.

The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are now, and the Old Ones will always be.

Not in the space we know, but between spaces.

They passed by peacefully, they passed by the original source, they are outside the space, and we cannot see their traces... Through their scent, the world can occasionally know that they are close, but no one can know them. Appearances, but the world can see their faces from their human descendants; those descendants also have various appearances, some of the most realistic fantasies of the world, and some formless and insubstantial bodies like them...The world rules They have ruled the world; they will rule the world that men rule.

After spring and summer comes autumn and winter, and after autumn and winter comes spring and summer. They wait patiently, for eventually they will dominate this place again.

(h.p. Lovecraft, "The Dunwich Horror")

The man became more and more angry, and the woman just accepted it passively, just like the man took her to escape from her parents' "cage", and just like the man asked for it again and again, she was such a cowardly guy.

But it's different now, it's different today, she has her god, and she has a spiritual support when she was originally wandering in the sea of ​​earth.

She saw it, saw the infinite brilliance of the great god, saw the illusion and unbearableness of the other world, and found her dock harbor in the dreamland of Kadath.

She has been redeemed, and the pain now is just the struggle of the poor people in the world. They have not yet understood the greatness of the gods, and she, they, will be responsible for sending these people into the arms of the great, blind and foolish gods.

"You piece of shit, if you don't go to pick up guests, what's the use of you? Where's the money? Where did you hide it?"

The man was tired of beating her because the woman hadn't resisted for a long time, which made him feel a little bored and couldn't find the sense of release from wanton domination.

He suddenly pushed the woman to the floor and began to tear off her clothes. Not long after, a man's muffled groans sounded in the room.

"Damn, are you dead? Why didn't you react at all?" The sweaty man finally sobered up from his drunkenness. He seemed very unhappy that the woman didn't react at all.

The man was slapping the woman, and her face was already turning blue. She was covered in sweat just now, but now she suddenly felt cold.

"Dead—dead!"

The man touched the woman's neck, then leaned close to her chest and listened to her heartbeat.

In every corner of the room, vague, rustling, and whispering voices suddenly sounded.

Several twisted figures that looked like black mud were lying in every corner. Behind the cracks in the door, the foot of the bed, and behind the curtains, there seemed to be eyes quietly looking at her.

After confirming that the woman was dead, the man's courage and heroism suddenly disappeared. He collapsed on the ground, helpless, and even began to slowly sob and regret.

The woman's scarred naked body was lying in the middle of the room, next to the dull naked man. This was not the Garden of Eden, this was hell.

Perhaps seeing that the man didn't respond, those rustling rats and ants suddenly grew in size.

The sound of murmurs slowly sounded, and several arms made of various kinds of minced meat stretched out towards the woman from unknown places.

A rickety shadow, wrapped in a black robe and holding a lamp, slowly emerged from the rippled air.

……

"Hey, why is there no movement? Did something happen?" Several other families in the corridor opened the door and poked their heads out. Usually the guy should have beaten the woman to death, but why was there no sound today.

"He couldn't be beaten to death, right?" A black aunt frowned. If the police were to investigate the murder case, they would definitely be affected.

"Whatever, if you want me to see that woman die, let's just see her die. No matter how many times the man persuaded her to go out and stand on the street, just die."

"Let's take a look," said a stronger black man: "If that idiot really kills that woman, it will definitely affect us."

"This--"

Everyone was a little hesitant. It would be wrong to meddle in other people's family affairs.

"What are you afraid of that coward? Besides beating up that woman, he would also dare to rebel." A tall, fat black man called two residents to the door of the house and looked around.

Kata!

There was a crisp sound, and the door opened. Two people with smiles on their faces stood at the door and looked at the three of them.

The three people smiled awkwardly and explained that they were just taking a look.

The man and woman still had the same smiles and didn't speak, just standing there like statues.

Everyone in the corridor chose to close the door, and even the three guys just said a few random words that they didn't know what they said before retreating.

The man and woman looked at each other, as if they had just learned to walk, and walked stiffly to the neighbor's house in the corridor, starting their first door-to-door visit after death, holding a black statue with a seat in their hands. .

……

As more and more people go to the Church of the Fool to pray, the security in Hell's Kitchen has slowly improved.

Men who were originally violent and aggressive became peaceful, and women who were originally fierce and cunning became friendly and polite.

The streets and alleys of Hell's Kitchen are slowly becoming more popular, and people everywhere are wearing carefully prepared smiles that have not changed for thousands of years.

But those popularity are at a fixed time, just like there is an alarm clock in everyone's mind, everyone performs their duties, forming the perfect world of Hell's Kitchen where there is harmony, love, and no worries and quarrels.

Those people will face everything in life with a smile on their faces. What a sunshine. This is how life should be!