Time to Strike! - Part One

"You can't outwit fate by standing on the sidelines placing little side bets about the outcome of life. Either you wade in and risk everything you have to play the game or you don't play at all. And if you don't play you can't win."

~ Judith McNaught

From the Journals of Professor Henry Silberhutte:

Frederick reports that our worst fears have come to fruition. The local Arkham coven has strengthened regionally by utilizing a recent post-COVID-19 phenomenon, the Zoom meeting.

While working undercover at a local rave in the infested Arkham area, Frederick obtained a scrap of paper containing a series of numbers and letters circulating amongst suspected cult members. Frederick later determined that the sequence of letters and numbers was a Zoom meeting code.

By leveraging this newly rediscovered and enhanced technology, every dark witch, warlock, wizard, or supporter in that forever, accursed area could meet online, pool their dark psychic powers, and chant open a portal.

Frederick (our computer guru) managed to hack into their plans. The chanting John heard when he encountered the Gorgon-like entity (Medusa) is what opened a portal from her other-dimensional prison into our world.

I shudder when considering the carnage this unleashed evil would have wrought had John not burned the rune-covered timbers that framed her portal. The portal vanished once the runes on these massive timbers were burned away. She cannot be slain as an Eternal Prisoner of the Chthonic Deities. She will live for as long as the demi-gods and demons who created her remain alive.

Finally, Frederick discovered their plans to host a nationwide online meeting (covering the entire U.S.A.) in precisely thirty days. At that innocuous Zoom meeting scheduled for next month, they will open a portal allowing them to pass between Arkham and The Nameless City freely.

Then, precisely sixty days later, once certain spells have been cast and required blood sacrifices met - his sleeping place in R'lyeh will be unsealed. I am referring to...

HIM, WHOSE NAME SHOULD NOT BE SPOKEN ALOUD, LIGHTLY!

A second upcoming Zoom meeting will be held worldwide to accomplish this insane unsealing.

Only a worldwide chanting, a massive spell-cast could generate enough of the E.S.P. gifted and telepathic dark energy required to unseal HIS dreaming home deep under the seas. Awakening HIM from his eons-long, dream-like state.

I will openly name HIM just once. CTHULHU!

The vilest, most evil incarnate Chthonic deity or demon of them all. This insane sect of chaos worshipers would reanimate this thing; this demon steeped in filth and death.

They would help this loathsome creature to destroy our world. They must be stopped!

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From the personal journal of Sierra Masters:

My name is Sierra Masters, and I have been deeply in love with John Steele since the first day we met in Professor Silberhutte's private library. Our relationship has been the worst case of unrequited love anyone could imagine. Yet, the only truly happy times in my life took place when we were together.

I am the only person he allows to call him Johnny, and he is the only man I have ever allowed to call me Red.

He is my fate, my soulmate, and the love of my life. On that first day, we met, my hand accidentally brushed against his, and I received a psychic reading of him. This was the most potent positive reading I have ever received over a lifetime of psychic readings.

In a few brief moments, I learned more about John Steele, the man, than anyone else will ever know. After catching that flash of insight into the depths of his soul, I instantly fell head-over-heels in love with this man.

He is a man of core values, goodness, and light. Unlike most men I have met, a woman's power or intellect does not intimidate him. Instead, he responds warmly, lovingly, and sincerely.

Johnny is simply the best man I have met!

We always seem to need more time to discuss what exists between us. Later tonight, we (all four of us) will be going on a mission to strike back at the Cult of Cthulhu, the Worshipers of Chaos.

It saddens me to sense the vast number of fellow human beings who embrace this madness, this route to insanity on earth—so much anger and hate. Before we leave on our mission tonight, Johnny and I will have a long discussion about our relationship.

I am weary of behaving like some emotional schoolgirl, afraid to move forward. If we don't survive tonight's efforts...

I will not die before claiming what is mine!

END