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Oh mama, how many years of existence passed? Being ruler is, indeed, hard and may put you into quick nap, but that's it, time to get up! Loudest yawn spread through the whole universe, everything started shaking, and yet, it still existed! Ah, so it wasn't just Azathoth dream, how wonderful! God was sitting for a while and decided, that it's time to visit those little fuckers from Earth, aren't they, like, snack farm or something? He sneezed loudly, destroying closest galaxy, and called in his language.
— Nyarlathotep, come here!
Silence, no one showed up. He wasn't very patient, he called his son again, without results. He shouted his name once again, very annoyed that his messenger was nowhere to be found. He picked his massive body up and made his way down the starscapes to personally talk to his deputy. He, as well, was absent. Pissed off god shouted in anger, he had to make his way down the Earth himself, preparing himself food personally! How horrible, he had work to do! When he'll see those two fuckers he's gonna cut them alive...
In the meantime, it was fine day on earth. Certain man was sitting in bright yellow raincoat, eating his ramen and laughing about tentacle hentai with owner of the stand. Then he shakes, he heard screaming of Azathoth. Oh gods, he thought he was asleep! He finished his meal as fast as he could and paid for it, then covered his face with his hood even more, he wouldn't stand anyone finding him, not enjoying human food! "Shit, Hastur, get yourself together! He ain't coming here, there's no way! You'll be alright, YOU ARE FINE!" He was screaming at himself in his own mind, praying that this blind idiot will get to Yog-Sothoth first, that's him he wanted, right? He is the one in real charge, so he is safe, right? OR IS HE? That though run through his mind and he shaked. Why was he scared of that moron anyways? Well, it may be caused by his love to Asian culture. Once he tried onigiri, moon cake, curry... He fell in love, but the one that had made him stay was ramen; this taste, smell... Such a perfection! Hastur snapped back to present and took his phone out of his pocket. He quickly picked number of his certain friend and called her.
— Hey— he started. — Did you hear... *That*?
— Of course I did. Need me to pick you up?
— I'm next to my fav ramen next to that metro station.
— I'll be there in a second.
— Thanks girl, Imma wait.
They hanged up. He really likes her, she was badass yet could be so sweet and cute! He got back into thinking how he loves that part of earth, he didn't want to leave nor hurt, nor destroy it. No other God would appreciate that, but he couldn't help his love. He just found love where it wasn't supposed to be, so for now, man in yellow had nothing left, but to wait.
After more less twenty minutes fierce motorbike showed up with slim girl, covered with fire-patterned leather, matching her vehicle. High and muffled voice got out from under her helmet, which was the only thing that wasn't fire-themed.
— Get on, Gramps, I don't have much time.
— You know, I'm not that old — he said and got on motorcycle. — And if you don't have much time, then why did you pick me up?
She started engine and they drove away in high speed.
— Because you're paying for my house, where to drop you?
— At my place.
— Alright then, hold tight, Gramps!
Loud roars of vehicle's insides accompanied them as they were quickly getting further out of town. It took them 20 minutes to get to forest, where small, wooden cabin was standing and looking as if it's witches house. Of course it was not, Hastur just didn't want any unexpected guests, so it had to look horrible. She stopped and man in yellow slowly made his way towards the door, waving her for a goodbye, but she didn't even notice, she was driving away already. Hastur sighted and just entered the building. He misses company of other gods, especially certain woman, but he couldn't find her. The only person he was able to meet was Cthugha, but only time when they were talking was when she was dropping him off or picking him up from places. It still was nice for him, but if it was price for living in Japan; meeting only her, not even his beloved one, he was ready to do that. Then he heard his phone ringing. Unknown number, he picked it and answered, listening to voice on the other side, the voice he knew. It heralded only trouble...