Just a short story,

Strong winds knocked the trees against each other, making them sway and crash to the ground.
The falling trees sounded like thunder as they reached the bottom of their fall. The earth trembled slightly
as if something was ripping itself out of the very core of the earth. The ground cracked and split, looking
like veins in a wrist, spreading all over an arm and the rest of the body. Green grass broke away to
become dirt and mud, making a jungle out of the once tame forest.
Only a few feet away, the tall trees and grass receded into a thick brush and then finally a sandy,
dry beach. The dull sand faded deep into the nearly blue grey looking sea as the sun sank on the horizon,
leaving the sky a bright red, like the color of fresh blood.
With waves splashing against the sand and the wind howling like a storm siren, the sound of a
low, faint whisper nearly drowned out. The sound seemed as if it were coming from the center of the vast
ocean itself. The sea and waves seemed to pulse and move in beat with the whispers that became loud
chants in some unknown language. The chants grew louder and into yells and cries, as the water bubbled
up and started to drift from the shore and recede further into itself. Sand eventually took over as the water
disappeared into itself. The water faded off far into the horizon, as if it were miles away, rather than just a
few feet as before.
The chanting stopped and silence took over for a brief moment; the wind died down and the sea
stood still. The earth seemed to of stopped moving entirely.
A giant figure burst from the center of the forest, like a volcano that just erupted. The ground split
ever more and shifted into a spider web like pattern that spread all the way to the center of the once-sea.
The sand formed patterns on the beach, while looming vines quickly grew between the cracks in the earth.
At that very moment, the chants started again. Black cloaked figures started to rise from what
appeared to be nowhere in the sand. They sang and stepped in unison, forming a line on the shore. They
bowed before the giant, staying with their faces into the ground. The hundred cultists stopped their words
of praise and the world became silent yet again.
With one-step from the Giant the entire world, seemed to shake under its foot. The people on the
ground below did not move an inch. They held their ground with their heads bowed into the sand in
reverence. In one other swift moving step, the Giant was on the beach, towering over the idiotic people
with their heads in the sand.
One of the men stood up chanting yet again in the strange language, while the others were quieter
but with their trembling and timid voices in unison. The standing man was shouting now at the Giant,
who in turn leered down at them. A vine shot out from one of the cracks in the ground and picked up the
man who was standing, bringing it close to the Giants face.
From up close, the Giant was nearly impossible to describe, being like that of a snake with thorns
sticking out of its face and constantly bleeding. The rest of its body and features covered in vines and
moss, that it could not be seen, other than the many other bleeding thorns sticking out. It almost looked as
if it had been living in a swamp, rather than a hole in the pit of the earth, or at least the creature smelled as
if it did.
It hissed at the man, but said nothing comprehensible to it. Fury and agitation just seemed to be
radiating from the creature. It was not too pleased to see its followers.
“My God, Ch’razin,” the man said to him, in a slightly trembling voice, “You have been
awakened for the first time in many years… Spread your glory throughout this land! Purge it of the seas
and other Gods!” The man was now shouting with excitement, as if he had finally completed his life goal.
Ch’razin hissed again in response, but not before the vine dropped the human to the ground,
causing his body to splatter against the sand. The sand soaked up the blood, taking on a red hue.
The followers looked up and scrambled around in panic and fright, but not before Ch’razin lowered itself
to the ground to look them all in the eye.
The men screamed at its horrible face and its maddening empty eye sockets, but they stood frozen
in its gaze and towering body.
“Fhtagn!” It shouted out, in a low voice, filled with rage.
The sound of its voice shook the world and echoed out for what seemed like an eternity. It started
screaming out the word, over and over, thrashing about on the land. It screamed in a voice not like any
humans, and its echoes rang out like church bells.
The followers could not move, they sat frozen, whether it was the fault of the creatures gaze or
their own fear, they did not know. They knew they wanted to run; this was not what they were promised.
A cleansing of the world if the God was awakened was the promise. However, it seemed that this God did
not want to be alive.
“Nafl-uln hai-yar!” The God continued screaming, terrifying the people it.
“This is not what I wanted,” Cried out on of the followers, as he began to search around for a
place to hide from the monsters awful face and wrath.
Noticing this, Ch’razin had one of the vines pick him up from the ground like the other man.
Instead of having him thrown to the ground, the God almost smiled. It opened its jaws wide and dropped
the man into the center of its mouth. With its shark like teeth, it quickly tore apart the man’s flesh, spit the
poor man's skin out, and went straight for the crunch of his bones.
All of the men cried out in fear, not wanting to know what was to become of them.
Not quite satisfied, or full, Ch’razin silently commanded the vines to sweep up the rest of the men
and bring them close to his teeth. The loyal followers of Ch’razin started to chant their prayers and praises
to him, only to have the vines develop thorns for tearing their skin off while they were still alive. They
continued to pray and sing until every drop of blood and bit of flesh were stripped away, leaving them as
a skeleton and a heap of flesh on the ground below; to which the God enjoyed very thoroughly, tasting
their bones that were tainted with their devotion. The less devoted, Ch’razin did not enjoy as much, they
were dropped into its mouth, only to fall straight into the acid bath that was the pit of its stomach. Their
bones were neither as tainted nor as fulfilling. They could suffer in some of the horrors that existed within
its body.
The God laughed out, seeing that all of its following was dead. It bellowed and roared with
laughter, finally left alone, at peace. It turned away from the sea, as the tide began to flow again towards
the beach. The cracks in the ground followed the God as it stepped back towards its hole in the ground
that it came from. With each giant step, the world seemed to return to how it was before the events of the
day. Trees began to shift back to their original places, before the winds, and began to mend themselves.
The spider web cracks in the ground dissipated and dissolved as the dirt covered and filled the spaces.
Fresh grass grew over the new dirt; all was repaired.
A single survivor of the massacre crawled out from under a pile of flesh and organs, with a look
of hatred in his eyes. Covered in the blood of his friends and family, he started chanting loudly out at the
God, who only laughed at him and his attempts to curse it.
Ch’razin, tired of the humans, crawled back into its own hole in the ground ready to dream again
for another thousand years. It coiled itself together into the pit and waited for the ground to cover it again.
The last of the followers screamed out, filled with wrath.
He turned to the sea and cried out with all of his heart, but nothing happened. In his rage, he
removed his robe and cloak and denounced his fellowship, but not before cursing, the sand of the beach to
always reflects the events that took place here.
He searched for the body of the now dead leader, and kicked it for his lies. He continued to beat
the already completely destroyed body, until he kicked something that was not a bloody lump of flesh.
His face lit up, he knew exactly what it was that he had just discovered. He rummaged around the body
and through the pockets filled with fingers and eyes, and other bizarre objects that the cult had amassed;
he found a metal plate with trees and symbols carved into it.
The man ran, to the cliff overlooking the now normal sea. The calm sea sparkled in the now
moonlight, as the sun had set what seemed like forever ago. The denounced follow of Ch’razin looked to
the sea and back to the forest. He pondered for a moment if anything was worth it, and decided that no,
nothing was worth letting someone possibly summon this monster again.
The sea began to splash violently against this cliff and the wind began to pick up again. The man
stopped again, scared. He waited, but nothing happened, no one else was here but him. No Gods, no
followers, no friends, no family, no one but him alone. He could not bear the thought of the Gods
anymore, so he threw the plate off the cliff and into the water.
The sea moved itself away from the plate briefly, almost as if it refused to touch it, before it
swallowed it up and dragged it down. The sea bubbled as if someone were struggling for their last breath.
He smiled to himself at this sight, and jumped.