Chibilhu (Or better known as Louie by his friend)

Cthulhu was a creature of terrifying origins. His mere aura radiated with such evil that it could push a man to the brink of sanity, leaving him to teeter on its perilous ledge. To be actually exposed to the appearance of the Great One would shove a man over said ledge and leave him to wallow in a dark abyss of horrors so great only death would be relief.

Cthulhu was one to be feared, revered, and avoided.

His brother Chibilhu, however, was not. 

Chibilhu was quite minuscule compared to his mammoth sibling.  His greatest ambition in life had little to do with the destruction of humanity. In fact, he rather enjoyed the company of the few pitiful creatures that stumbled into his brother’s lair. Well, enjoyed them until they started with the maniacal laughing and hysterical screaming. That was a bit annoying.

All around, Chibilhu was a simple creature. He spent his days fluttering about the caves in hopes of finding some bats to chat with. They were dull animals, but better than the conversations with Cthulhu, who was entirely short tempered with the younger’s lack of villainous aspirations. Great Ones simply did not have time to discuss such rubbish as the weather! (Although it never really changed, dark and dank seemed to cover it sufficiently.)

So it was that Chibilhu found himself being thrown out of his brother’s lair due to his tendency for gabbing. While idly wandering about the lair, he made the offhand remark that sea moss green was a relaxing color and might replace amber as his new favorite shade. He went on to ponder redecorating the lair in a more neutral color scheme.

Cthulhu gave a roar of frustration, grabbing his brother in one massive claw. Muttering about only putting up with him as a favor to their mother, he gracelessly threw Chibilhu promptly from his home with a glare that made it abundantly clear that the little pipsqueak was not to return anytime soon. Chibilhu sat indignantly in the puddle of mud as he watched the lumbering back of his brother retreat.

“Well…good riddance!” he mumbled, “I’m certain I can find far better roommates who will appreciate my sense of style! Fung shui reduces stress levels, you know!” So, with his mind made up, and having no other options anyway, he flapped his leathery black wings and embarked on his quest...