Amitiel's Citadel, in the Depths of Neptune -
In the frigid, deep blue of Neptune, hidden from the sensors of lesser races by quantum distortion fields and perpetual methane ice storms, Amitiel's Citadel, the Shekinah Caída (The Fallen Glory), was an impregnable bastion of dark Order. Here, the presence of Cthulhu, newly arrived from its foray to Earth, was not a tear in reality, but had instead integrated with the terrible majesty of the place, its consciousness an ocean of dark potential awaiting the directives of its "younger brother" and strategist.
A Luciferin techno-priest, a figure of perfect geometry and cold light, approached Amitiel's throne. "Supreme Commander, Great Primeval One. The 'Harmonic Herald,' the communication device, is operational and calibrated. We can initiate contact with the leaders of Terra without risk of neural disintegration for the receivers."
Amitiel nodded, an absolute and cold satisfaction in his quasar-like eyes. "It is time to formally present ourselves to our terrestrial administrators."
It was then that Cthulhu's vast consciousness projected a new and more cunning thought, a strategic correction to the plan.
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Amitiel processed the idea instantly, his strategic mind grasping the brilliance of the maneuver.
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A frigid smile, an expression of pure intellectual appreciation for the strategy, formed on Amitiel's perfect lips. "A masterful maneuver, Great Dreamer," he projected in response. "Saturn will become the focus of all attention, of all hope, and all fear. Any future resistance, any desperate attack from the Lyra factions or the mages of Terra, will inevitably be directed there."
"They will believe they are attacking the heart of our power," he continued, savoring the deception, "when in reality they will be fighting a formidable, yes, but ultimately, expendable and highly visible center of operations and propaganda. While we, from the absolute safety and secrecy of Neptune, direct the great symphony of the universe, observing, calculating, and harvesting the fruits of the discord and harmony that we ourselves will orchestrate from a distance."
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"The Grand Design reveals itself in all its majesty," Amitiel said with a reverence that was at once genuine and terrifyingly ambitious.
He turned to his Luciferin lieutenants. "Let the Void-Constructors begin the edification in the rings of Saturn immediately. Let the reality-weavers prepare the matrices of the Hexahedron with Cthulhu's data."
His gaze returned to the waiting techno-priest. "And now... while the great work begins... prepare the Harmonic Herald. Let us make that first call. Let us see how the small and arrogant kings of Terra react to the voice of their new, and true, gods."
The plan was perfect in its deception. A visible fortress at Saturn to draw all fire, while the true power, the unholy alliance of Amitiel and Cthulhu, would rule from the impenetrable and icy shadows of Neptune.