“To those who doubt, your wounds will never heal
To those who question my creation – I’m not real.”
-Meshuggah, ‘I am Colossus’
Flame. A more potent word there has never been.
What about I?
Au contraire, I would argue that water can be at least as potent.
I just realised. Juggernaut star being the wheel and not the skeleton was almost explicitly said on their first page.
“Woe betides he who mistakes the rider for the steed.”
The Lord of Lust, enjoying a rejuvenating blood bath while plotting victory.
And being generally smug about it all.
Smugness is the natural state for many Demiurges.
Not such a pretty boy after all.
Are we looking at the same boy?
I dunno, he’s got a silver fox thing going on
He is the god of dreams. Such is hardly surprising.
The young dream of who they may yet be. The old dream of who they once were.
That makes sense.
In my dreams, I am still young, and my face bears fewer scars.
Perhaps Incubus and I have this in common.
And Mottom was an ancient woman kept young and vital buy the blood of innocents and the corpse of her husband. And Let’s not forget that Gog-Agog is a mass of worms who hates her make up being ruined. Maybe it’s a common theme that all the Demiurges are insecure about how they look.
How much is insecurity; how much is the product of a mind decaying under the weight of anime?
I suppose it rather depends on one’s tastes.
Ah! A page where no one is whining!
The upside down dude might have a thing or two to say.
Not so pretty now are you?
The most disgusting and dangerous beasts you can find often have some level of terrible beauty.
No, but, according to the ancient scrolls, he now qualifies for the an even more esteemed adjective-
Correction now he undoubtedly counts as HOT as most teachings would say and well as my husband and loins.
The cloth of that robe has remarkable stain resistance.
It once belonged to a demigod they called “Mr. Clean”. Powerful as he was, no amount of scrubbing could erase his fatal wounds. A pity, really–he was always a kind soul.
Nothing but the best for a demiurge.
Only on the outside.
The whited walls of the sepulcher.
It’s a tarp. No guests are over.
I love how at this point in the comic, his robe’s stain resistance is honestly a more interesting point then the fact that he hangs men in chains so their blood can fill a giant pit.
Well that’s just every damn Tuesday around here, so…
Cloaks like this require a rare type of silk, rare enough that I’ve never seen it at least. Such remarkable stain resistance for such a fine material means that it is almost exclusively sold to lords and ladies who deign to remain modest (or mysterious) while bathing in whatever strange liquids the royalty fancy.
The blood is just very diluted. In the first panel there’s water draining into the pool as well. The pool only appears red because of its depth- when actually soaked into something, it’s quite thin. Similar to how a pond can appear green, but water taken from it in a clear flask will be much clearer.
the demon court indeed
This is awe-some.
Well, in a way this is even creepier than what I had imagined.
As with Mottom, we see the distinction between the way the God would wish to be seen, compared to what he truly is.
He thinks himself a seducer and dream-dealer, when in truth he is a creature of blood and steel. Honesty would serve him well, if he choose to wield it.
Honesty is the path away from Royalty. . .
Honesty is the path that leads away from Royalty
It make you wonder how pathetic really is that dragon-king.
Well, he is the weakest of the demiurges after all.
An acorn dreams of forests.
A forest dreams of flames.
What a clever god, choosing to wield both words and swords.
A quick turn through Silent Hill territory here I see…
I discovered this comic over the weekend and have since read the whole thing twice. K6BD is a positive work of genius and I’m completely delighted with it.
I know, right?
Glad to have you aboard!
A contract bound in blood or strawberry syrup?
Wonder which is to his tastes…
could it be wine? the texts do mention him being a beggar king and he shows a scaring resemblance to a certain beggar knight also fond of the stuff.
Chocolate Syrup and if you insist on it being red then some carmine for colour.
The master stuck with just good ole chocolate though he did prefer working in monochrome.
Wait, same face scars as Punished Allison? What does *that* mean???
They look very similar to Mottom’s buttfruit texture by the way.
Wait what? Where? I don’t recall that version
That’s not ominous at all…
Wait, so the tower is a blood silo…NOT a horse cock?
why not both?
Six of one, half a dozen of the other.
What’s the difference?
You make them sound mutually exclusive.
It can be both.
After all, what is a horse cock but a blood silo on a much smaller scale.
Oh my God, I can’t believe I just typed that.
I mean…those’re basically the same thing, if you think about it
Who says it can’t be both?
Though one may argue that “blood silo” is an apt description of an engorged member.
The little white dude inside is purely coincidental.
In a way those are synonyms.
What is an erect phallus, if not engorged with blood?
No war without scars.
a giant pit of blood does wonders for your complexion
So how, I wonder, is Flame different from Glory?
Glory radiates, Flame burns
One is bright, terrible and dangerous, scorching those who are drawn to it by the ancient and irresistible urge to fly towards that which will destroy them.
The other is Flame.
GLORY shines eternal.
FLAME burns brightly. And then is gone.
Well, one’s on fire the other burns.
Dude uses blood magic. This may be a problem.
BEHOLD LUST. It is truth that the sword of WANT cuts far deeper than any blade of METAL or BONE. Thus, the god of LUST bears the scars of many a desperate mans DESIRES.
The only sword that cuts deeper than that is a sword that does not exist
Oh man. Ohhhh man. I am so excited about Incubus now. The fact that his real appearance is such a wonderful contrast to his dream form is fantastic. I mean, it’s just too great. Plus it turns out that he is in fact King of the Middle Army. My hype meter just went over into the red.
What is it with Demiurges and their fixation with blood?
Alas! It is not the Demiurges, but the fixation of the universe. Take a gander at what occurs in any wild-lands; look upon the acts the great beasts and the hunters who seek them preform on each other.
Blood flows through most virile creatures and so it carries with it their virility. One only needs to know how to transmute vigor into life – a basic skill for all new gods it seems.
Blood is power. Or more accurately the sacrifice it represents is power.
We are born of the blood. Made men by the blood. Undone by the blood.
Blood is the currency of the soul.
It’s the easiest thing to draw that implies the most dead people! 8V
Blood? What are you talking about? Clearly this guy is just a really big fan of cherry kool-aid.
In the flesh.
A song can fill a pair of roles, depending on the singer
it can vent the steam of a buoyant heart
or fill silence, for one who cannot bear it.
It is said in the tomes of a certain age that the one called Kill Six Billion Demons once passed by the road where Wu was walking among the crowd. With a voice like shattered silk and flowing glass, Wu told her that she made the right choice, and that it would not turn badly for her. She looked around, confused, but Wu had already passed.
Zaid?Please don’t be Zaid.
He’s too likable to be Zaid
“There is no ladder long enough to reach my domain, I have to yell at the delivery-man ‘just throw it in'”
“Don’t pay attention to the mess”
It is the second delivery-man that throws in the first.
so this is also dark souls as heck
Demiurges sure do like hanging people upside down to steal their blood.
Really the surprising part is how much clothes he’s wearing.
Hide your flaws. Hide your weaknesses. For you live among predators.
So, Incubus is looking more gnarly than he appears in Alison’s dream – and yet nowhere NEAR as decrepit as Hag!Mottom. Curiouser and curiouser.
When you realise butt-fruit might not be the most evil way to stay sexy…
…am I the only one that saw the fruit as “ball-fruit”, not “butt-fruit”?
Like, she was literally eating testicles?
Considering their origin, I would think that the fruits are not butt-like, but rather some other part of anatomy of the nether regions.
This is the second time when the body that the demiurge shows his followers is not the body that he usually inhabits. Mottom was an ancient crone that gorged herself on woe tree fruit to appear healthy and blossiming at her feasts, Incubus is a scarred veteran of many battles and, it seems, an avid ender of existences by physical means who appears in the dreams of fools as a debauched and whole-bodied epicurean tempter.
What kind of wounds and blemishes do the rest of the demiurges hide?
Solomon has no flaws. Smug dog millionnaire!
Don’t forget the lady Mottom told to PERISH who exploded into worms or something…
The wormface lady was an emissary, representing one of the Seven who decided to “phone it in”.
I doubt any of them managed to climb to the top of the heap of 7777… demiurges without getting tagged.
–except for mammon, who just bought his key. Though what he could have had to trade that could have been woth one seventh of the multiverse is still in question.
The greater the power, the longer the road. Long roads leave deep marks upon flesh and soul.
Jagganoth collects tiny, fragile unicorn figurines made from glass thinner than soap bubbles. They are his only friends.
You are not the only one to notice. Gog-Agog is a mound of worms who needs a lot of make up to look presentable, Jaggoth was once a fat man who than hit the gym like you would not believe, and the word is still out on Solomon David, but practising the most complex martial art in the universe might be taxing on the body.
Jagganath is apparently red-green color blind, or so His chosen servants say.
Jagganoth hides his works of poetry and his homebrewed ales.
There was a time when he did not, but that ended when his fellow demiurges came to him to break a tied vote as to which of the two was worse.
His experiments in tattooing, of course, he hid far earlier.
You have seen the facade, the airs and mask within the dreamscape.
Honeyed words and tempting visions.
Now we witness the house in which it dwells, a pit of iron and blood.
His flesh wrapped in scars and cloaked in violence.
Wielder of the key and the word that is fire.
What horrors lurk within the heart?
What brings joy to such a heavy soul?
Is anybody else getting Elric of Melnibone vibes here? Though it would not surprise me to learn that Allison was an incarnation of the Eternal Champion.
We now have two words, nice.
But why is it Flame? Is it the Immortal Flame?
It appears the first man of the four weaklings is being exsanguinated above Incubus’s pit as a means of communicating with Allison through her mind. However, the blood in the pit is identical to the blood in Allison’s dreams, and has a distinct perimeter. The moment Allison stepped into the pit to follow Incubus she had entrapped herself.
All it took was the willing sacrifice of his previous ’emissary’. I wonder if the hanging man slit his own throat before he was hung above Incubus. I also wonder whether the outside of Incubus’s pit looks like an Iron Maiden.
The Sword King, the King of Swords, Mabelrode of Old Kar Koza…
Bet you a feather and a quant of boredom, he has no face under thouse scars.
All real gods demand sacrifice in blood. Our black kings follow their example.
We should not be surprised, if we tell our children that beauty is skin deep, to find them flaying one another.
What a perfectly legitimate and seemingly trustworthy individual to have made a Faustian bargain with.
look at that over patient douchebag just singing yup when young alice fights its gonna be one hell of a match.
🙂 OK !
I wonder, how many lives were taken so that the frog could play prince and lure in a princess?
That Barrow-wight king, fool and foul, false dreams and in dire need of death.
Dang, Incubus can still get it.
Ah, the flower of flame is not as untouched as he appears! Blood-soaked lying thing!
It seems Incubus is FLAMING!
Hmm, Incubus has got his Lord Bloodraven going on
I honestly think my favorite part of this web comic is the comment section. These are some of the best names I’ve seen, and so many people seem to post “in character.”
“Sword King of the Middle Army”, do you think he ever told a beetle that its cannot learn Pankrash Circle Fighting?
Incubus does remove barriers that obstruct “human prosperity and happiness”, like the Vedic deity Indra, who in the post-Vedic Indian literature he is depicted as a powerful hero but one who is getting in trouble with his drunken, hedonistic and adulterous ways, and the god who disturbs Hindu monks as they meditate because he fears self-realized human beings may become more powerful than him.
Never thought of using the blood of sacrifices as a medium for dreamwalking. That seems rather unsanitary, and rather evil.
Well… I didn’t expect this. I am now much less confident in Allison’s ability to overcome this foe. And perhaps that was the point of his little charade.
Incubus is still hot.
It seems the Lord of Lust is not merely a pretty face.
Oh, Rising King, what have you done?
Maybe I just have a terrible/weird taste in men, but I actually find him more attractive this way.
I did expect alot when we would see him for real, but not this, not to mention the Blood pit, so thats what he does with his followers eh?
Can’t wait to see what else he does everyday 🙂
He’s a BLOOD sex Ursula
THE PLOT THICKENS!
And so the hedonistic seducer is revealed to be a deceptive chess master. best of luck with that Allison.
Lack of skulls is concerning.
look up here
im in heaven
i got scars that cant be seen
Alison is going to have that sword, and give it back to him in the most painful fashion…
Though never a morsel shall pass my lips,
never shall I starve-
for I drink the dreams of men,
and then devour their hearts.
Incubus’s (is that how you spell that?) body is significantly more battle damaged then he led on. It makes sense of course, one can’t fight a trans-universal war without gaining a few scars.
I see a good deal of scarring on the bearer of Flame. I wonder how many of those lessons he has taken to heart?
That’s a very nice cut between scenes.
I wonder if this pit is the reason his shape in dreams is marked by piercings. Then again, it could just be another way to show his scars.
I’m not related to him but I wish I was coz he’s a major fucking hottie
Sword king of the middle army.
God of the seven part world.
Thinks he’s prettier than he actually is.
He’s humming the Sailor Moon English theme song, isn’t he?
That’s a lot of boat nectar.
I betchya he’s singing Dreamweaver.
I do like him.
To be in the presence of Glory is to be uplifted, and to weep until you are empty of tears, to cry out until you are empty of breath.
To be in the presence of Flame is to burn.
Or to be warmed and cook ones food?
Flame is the gift of Loki, so they say.
Getting some Elric of Melniboné vibe here.
So he no doubt knows Auntie Maya personally, as she was his General for a time, just like her master Meti, fascinating.
Also, I got started on that dwarf fortress KSBD mod I have been meaning to make for a while now: http://i.imgur.com/07QEenx.png
(added a way so suitably powerful/enlightened/sensitive creatures can sense the presence of a key nearby, and since I won’t need many of the usually used tiles I was able to modify several to make the keys which get displayed when you’re near enough to feel a demiurge but can’t see them, oh and the angels explode if killed!)
Huh. I wonder if Senator Palpatine ever had fantasies of being a pretty anime boy? Loving this whole comic so farrrrr
Slowly piecing this script together.
I’m also finding the difference in penmanship between Mottom and Incubus to be interesting, just as a personal note. Both of them, of course, are much tidier than Eris Lo-Kai or Brimstone’s introductions.
I feel like jagganoth being the big big bad is the only one that looks as daunting as he seems
A pleasant and productive dream for Incubus; even though it was not their own they reached out and took it.
Hmm… Well shoot, looks like we went from David Bowie to David Berkowitz. Ah well, I still think Incubus has underestimated Alison’s resolve and abilities.
Al-YIS-un gets this sword.
How comments as wonderful and of such quality as the ones i have born witness to in these comment sections in this comic is truly an amazing feat to me. I humbled by the community that reads this amazing comic and the author behind the comic as well.
I don’t care what the rest of you think, he still looks handsome in the meatspace. Like a rugged, chiselled Greek statue carved out of a boulder.
I’m very interested in the lore of kill six billion demons
I wonder in this panel is the dude hanging upside down Judas?
To me it looks like “Incubus” is actually satan chilling in the bottom of the pits of hell
Further proving my point alyisun kind of sells out for power aka “selling her soul”
Now it obviously her soul isn’t “sold” but her body was
Incubus needs her power for his army in the future just like how Satan needs souls to build his army to fight Heavens army
Just a few observations clarify if you will
“‘Being evil by moonlight, twisting love by daylight, corrupting every hero in my sight, I am them one named Incubus’. Damn, that IS catchy” ~Incubus, maybe?
I’m going to assume Incubus is trustworthy until proven otherwise. I wonder what the guy hanging upside down did?
Not quite as scared of him as i am of the others. And that actually scares me More. Not sure how I feel about this.
And here I’ve been mispronouncing Nadia Om’s name the whole time.
Some people have a meditation pool. Incubus has a meditation abattoir.
Thank God that Incubus Bathory’s not a flake. He’s a monster. Easier to deal with…
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