Description

Azathoth is the blind, mindless nucleus of ultimate entropy—an Outer God of primordial anarchy whose very essence is pure, undirected chaos. At the heart of infinite night, He churns in ceaseless, formless convulsion, attended by ceaseless piping of demonic flutes and the mad rhythms of cosmic drums. No thought guides Him, no purpose constrains Him: He is the raw furnace from which reality is forged and to which it must inevitably return. Mortal minds cannot comprehend His true shape, for it lies beyond geometry and sense; glimpses manifest only as roiling clouds of incandescent vapors, amorphous tendrils of void, or the delirious sparkle of uncountable suns collapsing at once. Azathoth is neither summoned nor worshipped—He simply is. All worlds, all dreams, all life radiate outward from His pinnacles of frigidity, and when His silent laughter throbs, galaxies tremble.

“All gods, all horrors, must bow to Him whose lack of purpose spawned the universe.” — Fragmented note, Pnakotic Manuscripts

Clasification

• Class: Outer Deities
• Threat Level: Universal Nihilism / Existential Unravelling
• Contact Risk: Cosmic Insanity / Erasure of Self
• Presence Detected:Unnatural auroras, random temporal dislocations, spontaneous collapse of physical law in isolated locales

Scholar’s Record – Archivist In’thur-Zul

“In the emptiest hour before dawn, the sky rent asunder. From the rift poured a white fire that made no heat, and I heard at once the piping of a thousand flutes—each note more dissonant than the last. My mind shattered, my bones liquefied, and yet I lived to write this: Azathoth stirs, and for a heartbeat, existence itself trembled.”