The Old One had been working his ineffable plan for eons, his grand design impossible for lesser beings to understand, his great purpose written in the stars themselves. Soon the time would be right.
The elder god decided to take a break. Remaking the universe in one’s own image was thirsty work. He stopped for a cup of coffee.
The dull-eyed girl asked him for his name, and, on a lark, he whispered every dread syllable, watching with anticipatory glee. His drink arrived moments later
“Venti no-foam decaf latte for Cathy!”
The carnage left investigators baffled for years.

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