Azathoth

Real Name: Vince
Title: ‘Azathoth’
Alignment: none
Age: �
Gender: He/They
Race: Formally Human
Hair: ?
Eyes: ?
Height: 5’9”
Weight:135
Blood type: ?






There must be absolute peace and quiet for Vince. Galaxies were destroyed because he would hear the rumbling of civilization and it would disturb their slumber. Nothing else matters in the universe besides Vince’s own comfort.


Honestly, it was a day on Earth just like any other. People going to work. Saying hello and good bye to their loved ones as they have done for day, weeks, months, and years. Births. Deaths. Marriages. All sorts of different life changing events happening every moment across billions of different lives.
There was no warning when the change happened. No explanation. No rhyme or reason. Every human being was individually dropped into what looked like a raw video game simulator. Everything haunted. Each human was witnessing the same event, and all of them were given the same instruction. Adults and children alive. Whatever supreme individual had been behind this was far beyond the comprehension of even a type 4 civilization.
A loud voice boomed across the new dimension.

“Welcome all of humanity! You may be unable to understand what is happening in this moment, but that matters not. You are all here in this realm for the specific purpose of beginning a new game for us. Worry not who we are, but heed these rules. You will all chose a specific ability. These powers can be anything you can imagine! You however cannot have the same abilities as us. You cannot change or freely manipulate the fundamental laws of this reality. Killing without contact is also not permitted because, yes, we have seen that Anime. Once you have decided on your new ability you will return to your homes and continue your new lives! What happens next is completely up to you… So have fun, and do put on a good show for us.”

You had your generics; Super speed, strength, flying, immortality, and the like. Some more complex abilities such as things people knew from anime. There were a few unique abilities, but one particularly caught the eye of these beings. It hadn’t inherently broken any of the rules that they set, but it was possible down the line. This person went simply by Vince. They asked for the ability to make anything they can think of happen, so long as the wand he was using could hold up the the energy theoretically required to make the request happen. These overlords had been expecting and individual to ask for something specifically unique in order to groom them into a weapon and they intended to keep an impressively close watch on Vince.
Once these mythical individuals deemed this human developed enough in their abilities, but also noticing they had reached a point in growth where they could not become any more powerful on their own, they granted him a wand of superb craftsmanship. Forged from inhuman materials, this allowed for and epiphanic opening of their mind. So many things Vince could not have even fathomed were racing through their head. Interstellar travel at ultra relativistic speeds had allowed the chosen human to see other galaxies and dramatically expand their horizons of knowledge.
But will all these eye opening experiences, Vince was rapidly becoming uncomfortable. Voices. Noises. Knowledge. Suggestions. Everything but silence rattling around in his brain.

Vince was an overly powerful addition tho these beings’ arsenal, but what his overseers did not find promising, was their lack of commitment in making divine decisions. They were losing their humanity, yes, but their decision making was not for the greatness of the universe, the furthering of their own ace, but rather for themselves. Between the nagging of his superiors and longing for just some peace and quiet, their power was becoming more of a tool to find comfort more than anything. He would remove civilizations to have a better view of the mountains. Or the passing of a planet had become interruptive of their sun bathing during certain season, and it was eliminated. The scale continued to grow, but they continued to feel inconvenienced. As they began to crave more power and control, they began enslave generations of inhabitants across multiple systems to forge more durable items.
No progress was being made, but Vince’s ever increasing itch for their own world of peace and comfort was growing rapidly. At the cost of the wand Vince had been gifted, he commanded the start in the center of the system to supernova. The God-in-training escaped with an impressive amount of the fabricated items while the entire system perished in the cosmic blast. The quite of absolute nothing and the ringing of the cosmic background radiation was soothing and craved for this sweet hum of nothing permanently. The wands taken were then used to manipulate the neutron star left behind by the blast. The humans back on earth had claimed that the material at the bottom of the crust of the neutron star was the most durable martial in the universe. And forging a wand from this material would make Vince a god, and finally bring them the silence they so desperately craved.

With the Neutron Wand in hand, Vince went toe to toe with the gods that had originally started this game. Their weapon had come back to hurt them, and their creation eventually destroyed them.
He wanted them out of his head. We wanted the noise to stop. No matter what world or system or galaxy he traveled to, there was rumble. The constant roar of civilization. And he no longer cared for it. It was annoying.
“I have woken up and escaped from your manipulation. You will all be destroyed and I will finally have peace...”
And with a thought, this corner of the universe became dark and quiet. These 6th dimensional celestial beings had been erased, along with a great deal of the universe. Leaving Vince alone in the center of billions and billions of light years of space. Of nothing. Of peace.

Quiet.

It is said that the dreams of Vince have spawned galaxies in the emptiness that surrounds him. But since this has all happened subconsciously, the moment he awakens, those galaxies and the trillions of lives are removed instantly, without so much of a thought or recollection they had every existed. To him, its just a hardly memorable dream. There are some corners of the universe who have observed the erasure of multiple galaxies, but never the reason. The sciences of these societies have failed to explain what they have witnessed.  Despite the gaps in these civilizations being in the billions and trillions of light years, all of them have named the mass disappearance of galaxies  ‘Azathoth’.

‘Magic Wand’

Vince can cause anything they can imagine to happen so long as the wand being used can withstand the theoretical amount of energy it would require to make it happen. The rarity, durability, and sentimentality of the wand, or wand shaped object, play entirety into what can be done.

Spoiler:

Over the decades, and centuries, many different items have been incredibly useful to Vince in their search for something that could continue their ascension. And this was found in a wand made of nuclear pasta. The material that a neutron star’s crust is composed of. With such an object, Vince can create and destroy galaxies, manipulate time, alter reality, control space as if it were clay, will into or will out of existence nearly anything he can imagine, mass manipulation on a galactic scale, and a near unending list of other cosmic horrors.


Vince must be physically touching the wand they are currently using for anything to happen, or continue to happen. Removing the wand from their possession could kill them, but also undo anything that had been brought forth by the power of the wand. The wands can break. It can be made of the most durable material  in universe, but too many reality altering tasks could break it down. Wands cannot also be used to create more wands, or more durable wands.


“Neutron Wand”
Forged from the essence of a Neutron Star, this is the more durable substance in the universe.

There are societies across the cosmos who refer to the mass disappearance of galaxies every couple trillion years as ‘Azathoth’. Many involved worship the occurrence despite its rarity and impossibility of prediction.