Apocolothoth, the Moon God

On the dark side of the moon, away from the curious eyes of feeble mortals, there is a prison. Prison made from thoughts and enchantments, ancient beyond keen. Woven by the elders, made with diligent care, cast with utmost consideration and embedded into the moon very core. For these spells are made to bound no weak prey, but forsaken gods, beings of the unimaginable powers and infinite lifespans, the true lords of the cosmos. And amongst the minor choir and court of these entrapped monsters, Apocolothoth reign supreme, awake for aeons, casting the net of his mind to poison the minds on the blue globe hanging so tantalizingly close yet still too far in time to aid his ploys. And so, in mute fits of rage, he pulls and tests his otherworldly chains, hoping to weaken them. If not in this era, then sure in a new one to come...