I Imprisoned the Old Gods

In the age of steam and machinery, antiquity whispers in my ears. It's painful to persist, but it's easy to give up, right? If you stare into the abyss, the abyss will slap you. Give up, give up and have everything you want. Five insurances and one fund, a weekly salary of one hundred pounds, and a three-hour working day? Gun? Gun? You can't hit me. You see, I'm just a little bit uglier, with a little more tentacles and a little more eyes. It was you who struck first without saying a word! Obviously I slept well.