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The crab creature is completely original, though there are shades of Cthulhu Mthos beasties in some of its substructuring. The Predator an original character, based on the Predator movies and comics.
This is my entry for a DeviantArt group's Create a Villain contest. The premise is to make a monster that would be a challenge for even the most experienced Predator to hunt. My monster shall be called... Fallen Gods' Chambermaid. Cue the ominous music.
From the journal of one scholarly Predator who was fortunate enough to witness the Fallen Gods' Chambermaid in a living, breathing form:
"If we had to establish a set of hard statistics for this thing, it would be these: Strength:It kills you.
Dexterity:It kills you.
Constitution:It kills you.
Intelligence:It kills you.
You get the idea. It sees in a wide swath of the electromagnetic spectrum without artificial modification. What it can't see with its hundreds of eyes, it can sense with its various feather-like antennae, or feel out with its pedipalps.
There are not many of these creatures in existence and there never were; they come from a much earlier time in this universe's history. Some eight billion years ago, powerful beings drew these creatures forth from ether and muck and fire, and gave them form... and life... or at least a strict set of operational protocols. The Chambermaids proved to be difficult to control, outside of suggesting a useful vocation such as 'guard this tomb full of Bad Stuff from any fool who might want to get in there and poke around.' Beyond that, the creators left it up to the guardians' imaginations.
"The Chambermaids are, on the whole, guardians of Sacred Places, whether they be of the Darkness or of Light. They are dedicated to keeping everyone out and away, no matter how one cajoles or threatens them.
"Oh yes, we tried cajoling them. We even enjoyed it up to a point. They're fantastic conversationalists on par with any ancient oracle. They speak in riddles and paradoxes, and they sing of the shadows behind the stars. Nevertheless, they are adamantly against anyone getting past their guard. They have eleven thousand ways of saying so.
"Threats don't work, either. They just laugh, and the Chambermaids' laughter shakes the roots of the mountains. Whole worlds tremble in terror when a Chambermaid finds something... amusing. And we, the greatest of the Hunters and Killers in known space and beyond, amuse them.Greatly.
"Our Elder Hunters only take this as a challenge, like a metal gauntlet to the face. New technologies have been born and grown into mature weapons of mass destruction. We could take the stars out of the sky. We could turn your world into subatomic dust particles beneath your feet. But we're still having a hell of a time killing the Fallen Gods' Chambermaids.
"One Hunter succeeded, though he lived only long enough afterward to give us a couple of fine points of advice about these things: 'It was FEMALE, and amidst all of its tentacles and claws and breath of lightning, it was full of millions of tiny, murderous spawn. But the smell of it, ohhh, the smell. I wish I'd brought a bigger stick of butter.'"
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