It’s followers, those who have felt its brilliant aurora in their minds, would tell you that it is not a Monster but rather something so much more. Their breaths would grow deep, and their eyes would glaze as they describe the most wonderful feeling of limerence that their Master brings.
They would look and sound as if they are recounting the most romantic and passionate lovemaking but to those who have not yet felt its influence over their minds, it would sound like something that Lovecraft himself not dare put to paper.
Glowing lights coming from its body that numb the mind into complacency.
An echoing voice that burrows its way into the brain like a parasite.
Tendrils that molest the skin on their way inside.
Eye lids fluttering as the eyes themselves roll back into the head as the human body simply has no other means of reacting to such pleasures.
Hearing these brainwashed cultists speak of their Eldritch Lord and the brainwashing rituals to come would be torture enough but to be forced to listen to this dogmatic prattling while chained nude might drive one to madness….
Perhaps that is exactly what they desire. They want to break the mind as much as possible so that their arcane brainwashing and conditioning can be the framework in which the mind is rebuilt.
