Monarchs

Once upon a time, horrible creatures ruled the earth. Indescribable horrors, with limbs both fat and bony, they were covered in mucous, they were vile, having far too many eyes and powerful magick. They ruled for centuries, and as humanity became more and more advanced, their rule became all the more terrible. Unspeakable horrors on thrones of bone, they demanded sacrifices and were drunk off of the blood they were gifted. None could challenge them. They could easily drive a man mad, whispering in their strange tongue, sowing seeds of paranoia and despair. Those who opposed their terrible overlords were expected to return to their home as a corpse or a mindless drone, if they returned at all. Macabre gospels were composed, instructions and warning for future generations.

Humanity came to accept its place. They were able to carve out their own place and learn how to remain safe, in a way, worshiping their twisted gods. Ideal or not, it worked. No-one dared rock the boat, as their gods held no love for humans.

These creatures, with their magick, could end all of humanity, and recreate it, thousands of times over, until they got bored. Humanity knew this, and elected to continue pleasing the gods.