KSBD 3-45
ii. The lie of the iron plum
There was once a king named UN-Payam who sat at the right hand of YISUN’s throne and ruled a palace of burnished gold and fire and dispensed justice in all things. It was let known once that Payam had grown an extraordinary plum – enormous in size, with adamant skin that was burnished as a breastplate and fifty times as hardy. Payam was desirous of a pillow friend of fiery heart and excellent skill with their mouth and let know that whosoever could break the skin of that plum with their teeth he would swear to share his bed with for three nights in whatever disposition they may desire.
Many gods were in attendance at Payam’s hall on the first day, and even more on the second day, but by the third day of this strange contest few remained who had not tested their mettle, for the plum remained implacable and immaculate and turned many away with sore teeth and roiling frustration in their brains. A great cry rose up and YISUN was called forth from the twenty third clockwise palace of carbon where YISUN had been meditating on the point of a thirty acre long spear of crystallized time. In companionship with YISUN was Hansa, who followed along.
“See this Payam!” cried the gods, “He deceives us! He cruelly abuses our lustful hearts!”
YISUN was very fond of plums and immediately grasped the iron plum and took a long, succulent bite, praising its merits to the amazement of all.
“How!” wailed the attended.
“Why, it is a plum of flesh, and quite ripe as well,” said YISUN plainly, and indeed, it was apparent to those gathered that it was the case. The plum was passed around and touched and indeed it was sensual and soft and pliant. Hansa was not so convinced. “It is still a plum of iron,” said he, “there is some trickery here, oh master of masters.”
“Indeed, it is so,” said YISUN, and it was again apparent to those gathered that the flesh of that plum was as hard and impermeable as a fortress. “How can it be so?” said Hansa, “How comes this fickle nature? Plums and the fifty winds are not so alike I think.”
YISUN said, “I told you of this and, believing it, it was so. We are all secret kings of our own tower. In truth, it is whichever you prefer. In truth, there is no plum at all, just as there is no YISUN. A plum has no shape, form, or color at all, in truth, but these are all things I find pleasing about it. A plum has no taste at all for it has no flesh or substance, but I find its sweetness intoxicating. A plum is a thing that does not exist. But it is my favorite fruit.”
“A pipe is a thing that does exist, and it is my favorite past time,” said Hansa, lacking understanding, and growing in cynicism.
“What a paradox!” said YISUN, smiling, “I shall share my love tenderly with Payam.”
I appreciate the practicality of the blue demon person. Very efficient!
Brothel-keeping enslaving scum thum may be, the blue demon person is good at cutting to the quick of the matter! I like their style!
One suspects Hansa would be most troubled by the works of René Magritte.
None is, but as is there all. My Lord, who knows syllables of Royalty unmentioned, calls upom that of which YISUN speaks.
Blessed be those who accept the impossibility of existance of I, for they are not mad from the contradiction.
Any chance of a wallpaper sized thing of that big panel with the kings’n’keys? It is beautiful and I wish to plaster it all over all my screens.
I am perplexed by this tale of the iron plum. Where is it intended to fall in the history of this world? YISUN’s role, acting as some sort of elder among lesser gods, does not fit within the history that the angel provided, in which YISUN died to produce the lesser gods.
Perhaps this is but a fanciful tale woven by a holy man whose celibacy deluded his envisioning of that which would be considered coital skill.
82’s history might not be entirely accurate. Among the foremost masters of theohistory, the consensus is generally that YISUN’s presence in these stories is entirely metaphorical. It is a common claim throughout the worship of YISUN generally that the concept of self is entirely irrelevant anyway, so it is entirely possible these parables relate to other gods and YISUN’s name is used in their place.
YISUN is plum, and plum is not YISUN.
MANY are YISUN and YISUN is ONE.
There are many plum trees, and many plums, some plum trees were conquerors that actually never were, despite the evidence of their tyranny still haunting the scrolls of historians.
Is YISUN a conqueror? Yes.
Is YISUN you? Also yes.
I like how this story and the stories in these descriptions often refer to something being nothing while simultaneously being something, it reminds me of how the truth of all things that we sense, be it sight, smell or feeling is just hallucinations made up by our mind to explain to us what something is, and in reality, if our brains were wired differently or if we were sensing it from the viewpoint of some other entity, the object in question could be something completely alien to what we perceive in our own reality.
This part of the lore is extremely satisfying to read about, and I love it!
Here UN-Toast learns of paradox. IS NOT is IS is NOT. YISUN is cleft particulately, and yet he walks among her split-children as though this were not the case. The yes-no of YISUN’s existence state is that of your own, little bread. Such is the lesson of the Iron Plum.
Pipe never had existed.
Reading all of this in one sitting has been one hell of a trip.
Loving character designs, the colour choices and all the little details. This is one of these stories that I don’t even mind where are they going, I just want to explore this universe and see more of it.
Really good stuff, keep it coming!
I like this blue demon character. I really like his and/or her design, and hope he and/or she isn’t just an exposition character that we’ll only see this once and never again.
I must admit that Oscar has her facts correct in the broadest sense, but her retelling is somewhat… lacking. One does not simply ‘make’ a Key. It is true that even the briefest recounting of the process would take days, but that is no excuse for skipping over the magnitude of such a deed entirely.
No appreciation for craftsmanship whatsoever.
Ah, now it all adds up. Slowly…
The more that I think about it, the more the seven remaining Demiurge blokes remind me of the seven god from Asuras Wrath. Were you inspired by them by chance? If not, what were the inspirations for them?
The blue demon is so cute :3!
I also only just now realized that he/she is wearing glasses and their eyes are not huge.
Hahaha, oh man, that story.
“C’est ne pas une pipe”, huh?
Looking back, I’m realizing that these are the young versions of the Seven Demiurges…and Incubus, rather than making a key, is seizing it.
In the first panel, the demon represents the readers
From left to right: Mammon, Jadis, Jagganoth, Incubus, Mottom, Solomon David, ??????
Who is the hooded figure, and if it’s a demiurge, why are there eight of them?
(Oh wait, I miscounted and that’s Gog-Agog)
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Imagine you make a joke and say “whoever can bite this gets to fuck me” and you think it’s unbiteable, then boom, god shows up, bites it, and says they’ll fuck you