The Throne of the Star King
They lumbered towards it in supplication, four joints bent at the equivalent of knees, bellies scraping the rough stone floor of the chapel of Infestation.
The great bloated mass was their goal in the centre of the immense darkened room; sitting like some bloated toad with it belly-like mass on show, it’s feature or head if it had one was far up on the umbra rafters. It sat upon a ring of red diamond-like bricks, with no back, but a throne all the same. Underneath the heaving mass was a great swirling abyss that led onto to stars and strange universe beyond. Here the great mass would sometimes defecate the contents of its belly and connected womb into an unsuspecting universe.
The creatures, so large they beggared belief and were on a scale unimaginable to a human mind, crept forward trying to get to their goal and leave their feted scent upon the great mass, so their kind would be the next to be excreted out to make the universe tremble in their death wake.
Many died as martyrs, as sometimes a thin, cruel arm would shoot down from on high to end them. Even those who failed were worshipped as Gods by their kind on planets filled with alien colours, no man could see. Yet once in a millennia one did reach its goal to nuzzle their cruel Uber-God and their names were legend among the deep corners of space and time: Ptzol, Zillah, Zpal and the twins Mymonic, Mymonar and Leviathon….