I have been called by many names across the aeons, spoken in tongues long since forgotten, as I myself have been forgotten. There once was a time when my name was whispered around campfires in the dead of night, always in hushed tones, lest I hear and answer my summons. Those who dwell the earth now have heard of me only as a legend, passed down from the times before, when monsters still roamed the land. Once, I was viewed as a God. Now, few so much as know my name.

I have been absent for far too long, allowing those that dwell to become complacent, ignorant. They believe that monsters aren't real, that they were just stories told to frighten misbehaving foals.

I think it is time to remind them of why they fear the dark. They will know my name, my wrath.

I am the banished Elder God, and I now awake from my slumber.