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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

Powers and Stats

Tier: High 1-A

Name: Unknown, reffered as Azathoth; Demon Sultan

Origin: Cthulhu Mythos

Gender: Inapplicable

Age: Older than existance

Classification: Ruler of the Outer Gods

Dimensionality: Inapplicable

Powers and Abilities: Superhuman Physical Characteristics, Reality Warping, Omnipresence, Omniscience, Beyond-Dimensional Existence (Type 3)

Attack Potency: High Ascendent level (Azathoth sees all of the Cthulhu Mythos verse as nothing but a dream and everything in it will be destroyed when it 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)

Speed: Omnipresent

Lifting Strength: Irrelevant

Durability: High Ascendent level (every concept that exists and don't is part of Azathoth dream and cannot even affect him)

Stamina: Limitless

Range: High Ascendental

Standard Equipment: Unknown

Intelligence: Omniscient

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