King of Swords 6-52
Chapter: 6
“The temples were burst open and all that could not be concealed was defiled, until flesh became more valuable than gold. Men swarmed over the city like locusts, eating shoes, grass, carrion, dung. Strength became the only currency.”
– Account from the Yellow City, circa the Universal War
Lo! and behold the King of Swords!
I couldn’t see ANY of this coming, to be honest. I mean, they offer you cooked food and you still go for the fresh meat? What a DICK.
Ah, commerce.
I LOVE IT
THE SANCTIONED ACTION IS TO CUT
…
Reach heaven through violence.
My guess is he’s going to cut his hair with the sword, and prostrate himself before Auntie there. A way of demonstrating he hungers for power above all.
Treacherous little shit, ain’t he?
Not for much longer I have a feeling. lol
Young Incubus has yet a role to play in our histories.
Treacherous how? He’s not bound by any duty or obligation to the woman who denied him food when he’s starving.
Aww, so cute! Can’t wait to see what becomes of my two favorite characters!
Still looks remarkably like Allison, same upturned nose, profile, big eyes…
Odd that…
The Circle. Pure. Infertile.
The world (any you care to choose) runs on mistakes. That is also odd
Without imbalance, the balance does not move.
Preem Roadscum! Blessed Pontifex! I have done it! I have tracked down the one who tainted my golden blood with black glass and sold it! Once I have all the spent black glass filtered out, I will sell the black glass and use it to pay for a skeleton. Soon enough, if my new business works out, I will pay to have my blood re-melted and injected back into my body!
Oh, also, I sued the bastard and now he has to return the elevator.
But dear Draco, didn’t the devaluing of the golden Grand Dragon Guilder also cause the market price of your golden blood to plummet? The holy metallic waters have been tainted with inflation. The black glass you strained from it is worth more than your blood itself.
Indeed that is true, noble Pontifex. In fact, I welcome the drop in the price of gold. It is no longer a matter of prestige that I seek my old blood back, but a matter of sentimentality. I feel as though if I were to have molten gold in my heart and veins, I will feel like my old self, or perhaps even better.
Some say that it is only because all blood comes to me eventually, that I gamble my own away so carelessly.
This is false.
Through my absolute mastery of Time-Space, I have transcended the need for it. My body was long dead before this ancient history unfolded, and yet I sit among the assembled demiurges to observe it’s recount.
Respect the Multiplicity.
And now we know how those scars got there.
Whelp, she’s been coming there for years looking for knowledge: seems she’s finally about to learn some lessons.
Atta boy.
inb4
-Incubus becomes Meti’s student or at least some student rival to Maya
-Intra is going to have some role in the plot (He is literally The King of Swords) or is somehow related to Incubus (more in a plot sense than a familial one)
-Allison, Maya, or some other Demiurge will have a “rematch” with Incubus towards the end where it will probably end in a draw or Incubus victory
-Solomon David dies
-3rd universal war starts
-Allison actually starts controlling the Magus Key and manages to use The Blade of Want to kill/incapacitate/severely injure a demiurge
Intra is a sword god, Incubus is the Sword King of the Golden Army. Likely that Maya and Meti were Sword Kings of the Middle Army at some point.
Is it just me who remembers that “King of Swords” is actually a Taro card? Moreover, let’s not forget that every single name of a book in the comic this far was Allison’s characteristic proclaimed by Zoss toward the end.
So the King of Swords is actually Allison. Or will be Allison. Yet the characteristics of cards may suit quite well to the whole bunch of characters.
I am frequently amazed by what people get up to with root vegetables.
To be King of Swords, one must cut down The King of Swords.
This is Sword Law.
“The only true path to kingship lies through regicide… Moreover, only the worst kind of idiot strives to be king”
–Meti’s Sword Manual
Certainly, it is admirable to exhibit such kindness, in these days of mounting horror.
It’s just a shame that it was given to one whose ambition grows hungrier than his stomach.
So mote it be.
Perhaps this child does not like being referred to as ‘it’. Interesting. I’ve found being called the same quite vexing when creatures find me befuddling. I often have the same reaction. Those calling me ‘it’ are quick to fall, though unlike the child I chose my battles wisely, attacking Ten Meti is most unwise.
The first step along the path is to destroy.
Then later, to know regret.
Later still, to learn restraint.
And then when it is appropriate to cast aside restraint along with regret.
The path leads away in every direction, yet always ends in destruction.
Seems like an ungrateful little piece of crap.
The bottom panel doesn’t look like a comic, almost as if it’s not even drawn- in my eye a real moment captured. Whew.
Prediction:
Meti stops the sword and then breaks the sword.
With her chopsticks.
Flesh? More valuable than GOLD!? *Strength* as a currency?!? Preem Abbadon, I signed up for an epic tale of adventure and fortune-seeking, not a horror novel!
war is heck
For the majority of ordinary Joes and Janes across the multiverse, the conquests of the Demiurges _are_ a horror story, one they can’t get out of.
I got a baaad feeling about this… rabid little children really raise my hackles.
He already had the red eyes… are Incubus and the kid human or not?
Looks like albinism to me
In a universe where there ARE demons, devils, living sphinxs and gargoyles, it wouldn’t surprise me that there are albino people
But we don’t even KNOW if he’s human or not, and that intrigues me quite a lot.
As far as we know, all demiurges save Mammon and Gog-Agog are humans. Yeah, even Solomon with his purple sking and Jagganoth with his tremendous size. So I don’t see any real reason for Incubus to turn out something inhuman.
However, I won’t be at all surprised if _it_ turns out to be a hermafrodit of a sort.
Gog Agog is supposed to have been human before becoming the hive mind of worms that she is now.
Why is that so much worse?
Does becoming a demiurge damn you to eventually become some kind of penis monster?
Better to die charitable than to live cruelly
As one incapable of mercy, I cannot attend to this advice, and yet is seems like a reasonable rule for mortals to follow.
You all come to me in the end. Make it an end you can be proud of.
To have the will to move forward, even to attack pointlessly, when in a state of great extremity is better than to be immobile with the acceptance of despair.
“Fickle Fibers of Fate”
The Fickle Fibers of Fate,
Can Foist Favors upon the Festering.
Fetid child long abandoned,
Feeding on discards,
stale breads and rotten fruits.
Digging through wastes,
Scrabbling through trash.
Sleeping in alleys, under broken stairs.
No one in the city cares.
Cast off child, Clinging to Shadows.
I look away – Choosing Not to See This
Starving Rag clad, Pale One.
Enduring -just steps from the reeking sewer.
Red Eyes brimming with Painful wanting.
Turning – I see how those luminous eyes follow and Skewer
me – Accusing for wants I cannot fill.
Praise the gods it has no sword with which to kill.
For surely it would drill
and dive into the nearest body.
Carving Flesh to make a home, a tent, a wardrobe.
Out of we Guilty Citizens of this Wretched City,
who will Not care for Lost and Hopeless orphans.
Those eyes burned, awakening some part
of my numbed, deadened heart.
Finding some small coin yet in my purse,
and one fruit to spare,
I turned back in time to witness
a Fractious scene.
Oh ! See ! She of Flush Radiant dark skin !
O’ Excellent Fula Fugleman of Ferrous Frame !
Face Fringed with Full-bodied locks,
In Fury turning away.
Flinching from your Flinty would-be Master.
Ego in embers from such a Flaying.
Fuming. Forceful Thews Flexing, You’re flustered.
Oh ! So – Flavored noodles and Flattery are NOT enough
to find Favors in tutelage.
Fumbling and Frustrated in your Petition to the Master,
Spot you – the Fretting Foundling.
Frocked in Filth and Full scented Fetor.
Oh Foolish Flanerie !
Pity and charity Filling you,
for Feral children more Ferocious than thou !
Thinking that you Feed a mere Furuncle,
Raising Full urn of Fine Fare,
you commit another Foozle !
This Fly-speck of a Foe-man,
No mere Flaneur,
FLARES into unbridled WANT !
Fastening upon your Flensing tool,
Striding Furioso,
Fractious Feral Flings Forward,
Frantic to Free Fragile Fossil’s head from body.
Striking Forte the Falchion Falls…
Forfeited now your chance to be Forged anew ?
Will you stand Flummoxed and Flabbergasted,
Fuddled and Foxed by one who
Filched your petition ?
In Fables, Fabulists will tell
of how this Febrile Feat
Fixes the Fate of one so Fallen.
One Who Flashes -into Flames.
Boost one but ignore the five
numbers woven into life.
Roll four, drop the lowest, die.
BLIND FOOOOOOOOLS!
AKUUUU SHAPESHIFTING MASTER OF DARKNESS
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
YES THATS ME!
IMIGINE IF THEY ONLY KNEW THAT THE ONLY THING IN EXISTANCE THAT CAN DESTROY ME NOW GONE?
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA