"Oh mighty one!" The vast and eldritch creature barely perceived the impassioned cry. It looked down and out, catching a glimpse of an infinitesimal speck, a tiny flash of light. It peered closer, it's very gaze withering the speck's armor and annihilating it's blade in a blaze of energy.

The speck rallied in the intense maelstrom of interest and tried again, "Mighty one, we have long provided you with all you ask of us! We've returned your loving attention with all material you desired and an unending multitude of sacrifices!"

The being now focused it's entire attention on the speck, entire solar systems vanishing without the sustenance of its continued musings.

The speck flickered and flared, the sheer enormity of the being flensing it to the bones and scouring it's mind. Finally it rallied, and rose to it's tiny feet, determined and focused. It looked up into the incomprehensible and utterly alien God that eyed it inscrutable and unknowable, "They have killed the Queen and are burning my home. Save us goddammit."

The speck evaporated, destroyed by the gaze of the Great One. It considered for a long moment, both an eternity and an instant. It rose from it's somnabulance, awesome and terrible.

To the specks, the Sun rose a second time that day. Then it fell. Like a sentient flame, it reached out and scoured their enemies. It skipped, bounced, skittered, and teleported around, through and beyond the specks, searing their enemies in unholy gouts of destruction.

The foes fled but it was far too late. The Sun had decided on their non-existence and it was meticulous and ruthless. The Great One hovered over the field of battle, carefully examining the world to ensure not one single molecule of the foes remained.

Satisfied, the Sun started to rise back into it's place, then stopped, as if remembering something. With a brief pulse of what seemed similar to amusement, the fallen specks were returned to life. The Queen rose from her death, and finally, the Speck that Spoke with God was rematerialized.

The Speck looked up at the Great One, it's form vanishing into the infinite as the world healed. The Speck whispered, "Thank you."

The Pact Is Fulfilled. Shall It Ever Be So.