Azathoth is the supreme being of H.P. Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos. Often referred to as the "Blind Idiot God" or "Daemon Sultan", it rests in the center of existence, eternally slumbering as a band of countless Outer Gods play horrid, chaotic music and dance around it. This music is performed in hopes of keeping Azathoth asleep, for all existence is no more than the formless monster's dream. Were it ever to awaken, there would be worlds nor gods, no more, and all would once again be Azathoth.
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Name: Unknown (Its true name is unfathomable to mortals). Referred to as Azathoth
Origin: Cthulhu Mythos
Age: Precedes all of existence
Classification: Unknown, Ruler of the Outer Gods
Attack Potency: True Infinity (All of existence is part of its dream, and will be destroyed when it truly awakens. This existence includes beings such as Yog-Sothoth, who embody all that is and isn't, also containing an infinite number of dimensionless, limitless beings who can control anything below them as they see fit. Even the lowest of these gods sees infinitely layered worlds with infinite possibilities and impossibilities as nothing more than a game without any rules.)
Lifting Strength: Irrelevant
Striking Strength: True Infinity
Durability: True Infinity (Azathoth cannot be destroyed, as the concept of destruction, just like all others, exists only in its unfathomable mind)
Range: True Infinity
Standard Equipment: Unknown
Weaknesses: None notable
Note: Proof that all of creation is Azathoth's dream:
|“|| Out in the mindless void the daemon bore me,
Past the bright clusters of dimensioned space,
Till neither time nor matter stretched before me,
But only Chaos, without form or place.
Here the vast Lord of All in darkness muttered
Things he had dreamed but could not understand, While near him shapeless bat-things flopped and fluttered
In idiot vortices that ray-streams fanned.
They danced insanely to the high, thin whining
Of a cracked flute clutched in a monstrous paw,
Whence flow the aimless waves whose chance combining
Gives each frail cosmos its eternal law. “I am His Messenger,” the daemon said,
As in contempt he struck his Master’s head.
|~ XXII. Azathoth|