P. Emerson Williams

His name calls like the voice of some eldritch creature, with the power to hypnotize and tear the soul apart. His recordings, prized artifacts, strange words like transmissions from an alternate universe that intersects our own at points of mystery: tapes, highly guarded, widely hunted, and the albums whose very names hint at what experience that will unfold upon listening. Ten years alone in the Empty Space of the ancients and Crimson desert of the Minicabs, which is held to be inhabited by evil spirits and monsters of death. Of this desert many strange marvels are told by those who pretend to have penetrated it. In his last years, Williams dwelt in Damask, where the Gothronomicon (O Az-If) was written, and of his final death or disappearance many terrible and conflicting things are told. For he is 4 devils, Satan, Lucifer, Leviathan, Belial, and by the double-headed one hath he made the great princes of the Worlds, and from that issue 70 by 4, that are the 4 eyes of the judgements.