Nyarlathotep, the crawling chaos, first descended upon humanity through the H.P. Lovecraft prose poem named Nyarlathotep. He came during a time not so different from our own. It was a season of political and social upheaval. Mankind felt as if the world was at a breaking point, but no one wanted to speak of this. Seasons grew hotter. Our faith in the known gods faltered. The timing was ripe for the arrival of Nyarlathotep.
Nyarlathotep was of an Egyptian origin. Yet, not modern Egypt. Nyarlathotep rose from a deep centuries-long slumber. He arose in the guise of an Egyptian pharaoh. Nyarlathotep commanded respect, fear, and supplication. Through the use of his strange instruments he left his observers with a deep sense of awe and terror. He induced horrifying nightmares to all who dwelt within range of his dark aura. Yet, people were still drawn to him. They excited in his tricks and spectacles.