Azathoth, the Demon Sultan

At the center of the cosmos lies the maker of all reality, the forever dreamer. Blind, for his power is such that none in creation of his vast mind can be perceived by him, for all things are too small in scale and scope, too meaningless to matter. An idiot, for he knows all that is, were and will be, the knowledge of All is absolute and from such absolute span comes only madness, gibbering and manic, endless in the self-realized joke upon all creation. He is the nuclear chaos, he is the power of all powers. None can ascend to him. None can reach transcendence beyond him. None can seek his guidance, none can hope for his blessings. For he dreams, a dream eternal, all reality woven from the erratic thoughts of his phantasmal imagination. Including a cavalcade of lesser gods, ungainly creations that chitter, play infernal flutes and beat the heartbeat of the universe, making music that soothes the greatest of gods and keep him lulled in his slumber. For if he w