Hastur, the King in Yellow

Some would argue that the Great Old Ones are not evil in their action or motives. That the very notion is a bit misguided, for how can we even try to measure the morality or ethics of beings from the distant cosmos, with powers that deny our understanding, lifespans that measure in eons and their whole being existing in a way we cannot fathom? Perhaps their sense of right or wrong is so utterly different than what we construct as an act of malignant, malicious intent is something natural and perfectly fine within the confines of their code of conduct? Or perhaps we are reaching too far… The answer might be simpler, more direct. Harsher and colder. We do not care for the bugs we squash under our feet. We do not ponder deeply or at all the creatures we annihilate on a daily basis with our enormity, our industry… Our fearsome capabilities. And it might just be that, for them. We are the ants in their path of life.