Demonic flutes trill and demented drums beat in the realm outside the universe as a great beast sleeps. The blind idiot God, Azathoth slumbers unaware of existence. Unaware of his creations. He slumbers, waiting for his messanger to wake him. A time which will never happen.

???: This is boring! When do we get to the best part?

His messanger, the Crawling Chaos, an Outer God, the Black Pharaoh. He goes by many names, as his own is not meant for the human tounge. Nyarlothatep: a being of pure malice and trickery.

???: WHOOOO! Yeah, that's me! Nyar here, with a worldbreaking revelation. Your reality is the construct of the dreams of a being that will never know of it's creations. Once my father, Azathoth awakens, everything except for my fellow Outer God's will cease to exist! Good luck dealing with that piece of forbidden knowledge.

As you can see, Nyarlothatep is a nuisance to everything in existence. Just pray he doesn't get bored of your little planet. Earth itself depends on his entertainment.

Nyarlothatep: Yog-Sothath, I've been wanting to visit the earthly underworld. They call it Hell. And it sounds AMAZING!

No matter what I do, he still chooses to communicate with me. Fully knowing that I am one of the two being that surpass him, he still pesters me while I am trapped within my prison.

Nyarlothatep: So, what's it like being trapped in a star?

I swear on my father....you know what he's not worth it. Outer Gods are conceptual beings, made to embody a piece of life. Shub Niggurath represents life itself, Nyarlothatep is Chaos incarnate, and I, Yog Sothoth, am Knowledge. I am the guardian of the gate, I am the gate itself, and I am the key to the gate. I know everything that has, does and will ever exist. I know how this will end, but I hate spoilers.

Nyarlothatep: Hey Yog Sothoth, have you gone deaf? If so, I call bullshit!

He's your problem now. Go watch him wreak havoc on the demons and sinners of Hell, and may Nyarlothatep have mercy on their souls.

3rd POV

The Amorphous entity known as Nyarlothatep grins, or at least what his current for considers a smile.

Nyar: Well, well, well. I guess that's a "go ahead"! Hell, here I come!

Opening a tear in the universe, he creates an avatar to control.

Nyar: Hmmm, let's see. I need to fit in, and have style in the process.

Within a few seconds, he's done. The form is humanoid, though slightly fox-like, with a tail poking from its spine.

I did use Alastor as a reference for his face. I'm still not very good with legs or hands.

Nyar: That's more like it!

As he pushes the avatar through the tear, he places a part of his conciousness into it, causing it's eyes to open and a smile crosses it's face, revealing sharp teeth.

Nyar: It's showtime.

The tear closes behind the avatar.

Hell

As Nyarlothatep steps out of a dark alleyway, he notices the red sky and burning city. A small blue demon falls out of the sky, hitting the ground.

???I'm alive? I'm alive!

That demon is promptly run over by a car. Causing Nyar to chuckle to himself.

Nyar: Oh, this will be fun.

Strolling through the streets, taking in the sights around him, Nyar feels himself getting more and more exited.

Nyar: This place is PERFECT! Chaos running rampant, demons running amok, and the destruction. Oh~ the destruction is just magnificent! I'm going to lo-

His musings are cut off by a loud explosion and debris raining from the sky. Looking up, he sees a warship firing lasers at the surrounding buildings.

Nyar: Oh, I can't have you ruining my fun already.

Just as he's about to raise his hand, a pink bomb flies through the air and through the front window of the ship

???: EDGELORD!

Nyar turns to see where the bomb came from.

The female demon leaps towards the ship, with a wide grin on her face. Nyar smiles sinisterly and follows suit, levitating instead of leaping

Once he reaches the airship, another explosion rings out, sending beings similar to eggs flying along with shrapnel.

???: Get your tinker toy BULLSHIT off of my turf, or I'll smash it-

A pipe drops from the ceiling, crashing to the floor next to her.

???: More.

A chuckle escapes Nyarlothatep as he watches the spectacle from the sidelines, catching the attention of the Snake demon in charge of the egg beings.

???#2: Oh, you wanna go, Misssie? Bring it on! And jussst who the hell are you? Can't you sssee that we're in the middle of sssomething?

Letting out another chuckle, Nyar raises his hand to his mouth before bursting out laughing.

Nyar: Who am I? Who am I? I guess you can call me whatever you want! I've had so many names that I don't mind any more being added on. So hit me with your best shot!

With a swipe of his hand to the left, a gash tears itself open in the side of the ship, causing it to careen towards the streets. The female demon jumps out, flipping several times as multiple bombs fly past Nyar, towards the Snake demon.

???#1: Thanks Tux!

One of the Egg beings shoot a gun at the female demon, but with a flick of his hand, she's moved to the right of it.

Nyar: No problem, my dear.

The Snake demon is thrown from the ship as it crashes to the ground.

???#2: AAGH! What the hell wasss that? I call hackssssss!

Nyar dodges a bullet from one of the eggs and creates a hunting knife to grab from inside his shirt.

???#3: Hey sugartits, who's the guy with the knife.

Not looking back, Nyarlothatep dodges around bullets and slashes at the egg bois.

???#1: I don't know Angel, but damn is he good!

Gunfire comes from behind him as more eggs are destroyed. Smiling at the backup, Nyar throws his knife at the Snake demon before disappearing into the darkness.

???#3: Hey, where'd he go?

Utilizing some voice magnification, Nyarlothatep walks away from the brawl as his clothes clean themselves if yolk.

Nyar: As fun as this little spat has been, I have some things to do. Ta ta!

Letting out a mad cackle, Nyar passes in front of a T.V, and stops. On the screen is are two female demons fighting. One clearly being a reporter with a mantis motif, while the other wears a pink suit too and black pants. A grin crosses Nyar's face as a male reporter with a gas mask for his face runs across the screen, his face on fire.