So long as time had been fathomed by man, there would always be elders. Just as Dagon was elder to Man, the Dreamer was elder to them. What of their blood? Their blood was all consuming, fathered by glutton and mothered by the mother of BROODS. When it came to madness, none knew better.
The dark abyssal waters shuddered, the depths grew cold. From them, a voice. The city that the Father had stumbled upon was one of dreams… And perhaps dreams lead him, or perhaps it was simply MISFORTUNE.
“ For ilk to wander to depths of Ryleh… Could it be. ” A long pause, a harrowing silence. The cold growing before the word echoed from the abyss. “ Brother? ”
R'lyeh. Finally he knew it was time to seek HIM, the great one, the one he and Hydra thanked their divinity among their species. A W A K E. The father of the deep ones pursued the dream, the unthinkable had whispered to him on the depths of the water. All had lead Dagon here, to the sunken city, to his adored’s chamber.
“I have waited one lifetime after another.” His size was great to men, but still not even close to the great elder one. Cthulhu himself. “ You are finally ready to see what sleep kept from you.”