In those black days when all the land was covered with death and all the air stank, she watched as a few tribes of men, her followers and devout worshipers, ate the flesh of corpses as the crows did, plucking out eyes, savoring the bloodiest cuts. Yet in the dark, delighting in the destruction god’s slaughter, watched Lamashtu, the Mother of Monsters, and she heard the base things cry.
“My glorious destruction shall never cease nor slow!” “What?!” shouted Rovagug, in a voice that toppled pillars. “We cannot devour all the meat you give us! Please, destroy the people of the earth more slowly.” “You destroy and maim too quickly!” they cried.
Crows, maggots, beetles, worms, and the other crawling things of the earth complained to Rovagug. In the beginning, when Rovagug perfected the way of destruction, the lands were littered with the dead.
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