Seeker of Thrones 1-3
Chapter: 1
“Where be the colors I once knew?
This bright is scorch me eyes some’n fierce
All I crave is ash”
-Old devil’s elegy
Kill Six Billion Demons
BREAKER OF INFINITIES
“Where be the colors I once knew?
This bright is scorch me eyes some’n fierce
All I crave is ash”
-Old devil’s elegy
One should never trust one who cuts hair. Cutting the hair is violence against oneself without true harm- toothless, hypocritical self-hate. And this one has only finished half the job! What does this say about this king claimant? More importantly, what does this say about barbers?
Throne is Dead
Shave Your Head
This is axiomatic.
My sibling has grasped this axiom well.
What of those whose hair had been woven into shackles? Is it not their right to free themselves?
Then their hair is no longer their own, so it is not self-hate.
The universe is a lie. Freedom is a lie. Shackles of hair even more so.
Only by violence does one become Royalty.
In principle this is true, but such a reply evades the point, and poorly too.
That you are overthinking the issue and may need to take a time out in the aether or be thwacked repeatedly with the frying pan of correctional thinking.
When I am cut, I will be completed, because I will have been ended there.
Alice is attempting to cut herself into a new shape. By the time she reaches Zaid I wonder if he will recognize her?
I am….deeply concerned with the leaps in logic you made there.
When I saw her hair in the cover art, I thought “Oh, did White Chain have the “long hair” convo like Lee and Clementine?” I’m glad she did it of her own volition.
That is nonsense. Consider the following statements from Meti’s Sword Manual:
1) The sanctioned action is to Cut.
2) To cut properly, you must continually self-annihilate when cutting.
Damn it, she said no cryptic bullshit, Chain!
But it’s not cryptic bullshit. White Chain is being entirely forthcoming in this regard. Metatron does, in fact, live.
It’s not her fault Allison doesn’t know how much she should be shitting herself, hearing that news.
I THINK WE ALL KNEW THAT WAS AN IMPOSSIBILITY. Asking White Chain a question ends in exposition, as surely as the wheel turns.
“I am the night! Fear me!”
“You’re like, four feet tall, calm down.”
I love how Princess sounds like an evil, overly superficial Captain Planet in the first panel.
METATRON
LIVES
METATRON LIVES!
METATRON LIVES!
METATRON LIVE IN CONCERT ONE NIGHT ONLY!
Hmm… AL-YIS-UN is feeling bold. She is deciding to mock the former Ebon Devil, and with good reason, seeing as she bested and masked it herself.
It also would appear as though sibling White Chain is intent on playing games in Throne with the Thorns- a dangerous prospect indeed. The Thorns are not in this Concordant Knight’s way, but neither does the Knight appear to intend to work towards the goals of the Thorns.
Good. The Circle was dull when it was an endless vigil over the Void, there’s something to actually do with eternity now.
At this, somewhere in the curious folds of eternity, YISUN says, “Just as planned.”
The circle. Pure. Infertile.
Yet a circle Juggernaut Star Scours The Universe broke in their pride.
Let us hope White Chain won’t do the same thing.
Metatron may live, but does noble White Chain intend to correct that fact?
The Cheerleader.
The Sew-And-Sew.
The Whats Her Face.
The Grumpy One.
Auspicious portents, mortality rate aside.
Teen demon squad!
Bitterness, I call thine name
and you must hear it once again.
Be reminded, and feel shame.
There was a brief silence, as the Successor contemplated this profound truth — yea, that entity beyond understanding, scribe of YISUN, whose name and Word would lay waste to the seven-headed beast and hasten the downfall of all things.
Of those assembled, the devils, imps both yet each once ebon, awaited the Successor’s answer most seriously, for each knew the potential of the words of the divine in the mouths of men, being potent liars armed only with the rather inferior and garbled grammar of devils. The doctor-maiden, thrust into a foreign world, freed and shackled at once and ignorant wholly of the greater divinities beyond her former mistress, nevertheless felt a great trepidation, the Name itself resonating with a deep inner organ of fear and awe. And none knew the mind of the angel who spoke, for no flame but that kindled by the design of her skull was apparent. Even confronted with Royalty which transgressed the division between stillness and violence, she did not fear death or reincarnation.
There came a deathly pause, during which the universe shifted a scant few microns closer to better hear the Successor’s answer, upsetting the calendar-keepers of Throne and sparking a minor civil war. In the void, angelic consciousnesses craned towards the ship, Incubus reclined in the space between thoughts and readied a pencil to take notes, and Himself shifted in his iron cradle, so that a single mammoth ear might recognize the voice of the Successor as it replied.
And yea, the Successor spoke thus: “Wait, like from Transformers?”
— From A Wholly Factual Account of the Early Third Conquest, with Compiled Appendices, Corrections, Counter-Arguments, Refutations and Apologies, Volume 2, Third Ed., by Koa Naive Little Reporter Gancy Elua Mordritch “Insulting” Burnsides, blue devil and professional eavesdropper
I don’t have words for how amused I am right now XD
I don’t care what Abbadon says (or doesn’t say) this is totally part of my own headcanon now.
I was killed by a head-mounted cannon once.
METATRON LIVES!!!!
He lives.
I presume we should fix that. Angels need proper reincarnations from time to time.
Indeed. Death brings renewal, and Rebirth. Metatron has persisted for so long, a husk of his former self. No wonder he more or less started a cult of angels dedicated to oblivion, though his current plans are more reserved. It is for nothing less than Mercy that this wretched incarnation be brought to an end, that he may return again. Whole and new and bright as the morning.
No wonder the Euthanatos take the Good Death so seriously.
Yeah, gosh, what if someone killed him?
METATRON LIVES
Now with her eyes gone, White Chain reminds me even more of Garnet (since we can’t see her eyes behind her sunglasses) (also, they’re both super good at fighting).
I don’t think 82 is made of love.
Oh dear, I do think she’s made of love.
Love for the Old Law and the Wheel.
This is White Chain, reincarnated.
And I’ll never just serve mindlessly under the likes of you, ’cause that’s not why we were created.
And the law is not yet sated.
I’m gonna punish all those who break the rules,
any fool who tries will be turned to molecules.
Lets go, Aeshma forgive me,
in a moment you’re gonna be history.
Go ahead and hit me if you’re able,
you’re attacks won’t leave a bruise upon this angel.
I know you think that you’re better than this world,
or are you just mad you got hit by a girl?
And you’ll not stand in the way of her ascension,
I’m sick and tired of all your pretension,
shattering my shell won’t end this upheaval,
’cause I’ll just return to fight your evil!
I am made o-o-o-o-of la-a-a-a-aw,
la-a-a-a-aw~
o-o-o-o-of la-a-a-a-aw~
la-a-a-a-aw~
– White Chain stands against 2 Michael in the hypothetical musical timeline.
… Meanwhile, Princess sounds like Peridot in my head, with a stereotypical pirate accent.
You might be on to something there.
White Chain = Garnet (yeah)
Cio = Amethyst (likes to bend rules and fight)
Nyave = Pearl/Connie (was raised for servitude, scholarly)
Princess = Peridot (was tall and scary, now small and feisty)
Allison = Steven (inherited a powerful object now embedded in her body)
METATRON LIVES!
Princess Mamoru Moonshine Jagermeister Jack Daniels Timothy Tim Bill Freddy Mercury Blueberry Luna Esquire, for those wondering the full name.
your for got another jack before jack daniels
Nyave looks so done in the third panel.
HAIL! HAIL! HAIL TO THE FIRST! HAIL TO HE WHO LIVED, LIVES AND WILL LIVE AGAIN!
Is there a distinction between Demons and Devils?
Nope! (Once there was going to be. But now it has never been so.)
A FAIR QUESTION. FOR WHICH YOU WILL PROBABLY BE JUSTLY MOCKED.
There is a distinction. What that distinction is, I do not know. However, the phallic tree which grew from the corpse of Mottom’s husband is known to be the first demon Kill 6 Billion Demons killed. Either that or Mottom herself was, and our heroine is considered to have killed her by cutting off her supply of fruit? I AM CONFIDENT WE WILL FIND OUT MORE IN TIME.
Blessed are the choppers of vegetables.
Theirs is a way of violence after all.
(ooc warning) Hey Abaddon, I just learned that the philosopher Diogenes was said to live in a barrel, just like Meti in this verse! Is that where you got the inspiration from?
Barrels are simply where you grow grumpy philosophers. Where else would they come from, the sun?
That’s a statement, not a reason. Try again.
Dear SKy, there are some statements, by the very fact of being true, that demand action.
The Sky is Falling.
The King is Dead.
Metatron Lives.
Count on an angel to be dramatic.
Bah, that’s hardly drama. It is simply a monumental statement of fact that happens to present as prayer and battle cry.
It is, most regrettably, a problem in communication that happens a lot more frequently amongst the Angels than you’d think.
“What does the leader of the Decepticons have to do with any of this?”
“I don’t think we’re thinking of the same being, Allison.”
“What be a Decepticon? Thy blabbermouth vexes me!”
Allison: That’s cool and all but it means nothing to me. Your clock is still running, and you’ve got 20 seconds left. Go.
There’s an Alan Rickman joke in here somewhere.
In which White Chain drops trousers.
Others may laugh at Princess’ wanton brandishing of a root vegetable when she possesses a knife, but I’ve seen it: a terrible warrior, seasoning his carrots with the blood of his foes as he plunges the thing into their throats. The extra iron and protein is quite healthy, too!
A favorite recipe of mine for my third and seventh masters was to roast potatoes after marinating them in the blood of a hated foe with some ground pepper. The best results are if you bake them while the blood is still warm, with just a hint of cheese.