Excerpts from The Demonomicon Of Iggwilv

In The Beginning . . . 

. . . there was Nyt, and only Nyt.  Nyt was the Void and the Void was Nyt.  For untold aeons, it was so, long before the gods, long before the Oerth, in its web of worlds.

Then the Void birthed a son.  This Nameless One, the Faceless Son, wandered the Void and mated with it in Unholy Union.  

The Twelve Terrible Souls, the Twelve Celestials, the Children of Nyt.  They were:  

• Baphomet, Usurper and King
• Alrunes, Sorceress and Virgin
• Lucifer, Angel and Light
• Tempus, Fate and Space
• Drothgol, Dust and Death 
• Gresil, Knowledge and Silence
• Abraxus, Son and Father 
• Astaroth, Explorer and Poet
• Tiamat, Mother and Dragon
• Zendore, Chaos and Knight
• Fraz-Urb'luu, Deception and Maker
• The Triplet:  
  • Aradon, Law and Justicar
  • Naldord, Chivalry and Protector
  • Dilurial, Life and Youth

The Void, The Nameless Face, and the Children of Nyt dreamed, created, and discovered the architecture of the web of worlds in which we live.  The Web was much larger than our own Oerth, and meshed with great mysteries, and mountains too terrible to behold.  In the Mendenin, our Oerth grew, slowly, from a small seed, snug among the planes of the web.  

After many more aeons, Nyt and her childer cast out the Nameless Father, beyond the void.  Of the mother no story  remains . . .  

The Poet, Astaroth, named the web, and called it Irrynth, and set out to explore its vastness, spinning strands  with Word and Verse.  While exploring, Astaroth became Lost, and was never seen again.  

And it came to pass that Lucifer Fell, and built a City in the Sky, and remained there, among the clouds.  

Fraz-Urb'luu tricked Astaroth into exploring a well, and he Fell, too.  

Tempus took the Dark, among the stars, where he could not Hear the calls of his brother.  

Drothgol dwelt in a Cave below the Deepest Dark, and sat on his Cold Throne.  

Gresil lived in his Library, and collected Names.  

Zendore moved Beyond the Sea, and remained there to marshal his Troops, to plan Battles, waiting for the Nameless, and the End.  

Baphomet grew old and senile, grey and stooped.  

Abraxus and Tiamat made many sons.