spawn

When the elder-Gods send their spawn through the deadness of space, things happen to their bodies. To survive the journey they harden and next they group together. Dozens of little parasites clustered in the center of giant moon-sized objects jettisoned out into space at a speed that eventually breaks Einstein’s little limitation. Over the distance, the moon is whittled down by impact until what remains perfectly allows the infants to survive impact, with first an atmosphere, then a planetary body, And at that point, all that’s left is for them to rule, nothing else but motivates this existence.