Seeker of Thrones 10-126
Chapter: 10
“In the vault of Yre, the servants of the god of the Deep number only ten thousand. They venerate the holy ranking of matyrs, by which each is known by his own number. Once a martyr dies, all below him are risen in rank and automatically promoted, thus are the priests an eternal body.
To make it to the top of that holy order to the very first rank, a servant must be practically bathed in blood.”
– Payapop Pritram
Embrace peacefulness.
Middle management, I swear.
I should have known these fuckos would be into bondage…
…absolute nutters.
So, murder-nuns are fun… but why ever would SHE need a padlock on that thing?! Who the hell has the key?!
Remember all the keys around Mammons neck? All of his nuns have an assigned number and an assigned lock.
He might be a senile old fool, but he still has needs.
Even in the land of the peaceful, there’s enough blood to drown an army.
So… the Sisterhood of Tree-Trimming?
Lo, does holy war engulf the seven part world.
Seek succor from the fires of heaven as they rain brimstone upon creation.
Lo, the sanctity of gold defends nothing against the blood feud of gods.
Forget the outfit, I think my favorite part of this comic is 001’s “I am SO DONE with this shit” expression in the 3rd panel.
Self-mutilation does seem to have some actual benefits in this world: after all, the Big Dude gained his power-up by driving magical nails into his body, rather than forging the metal into a One Ring or some such.
…that cannot be comfortable.
How does she even hide all that?
Wait, why does everyone else get chainsaw staves?
To defend their peaceful land they are willing to becoms martyrs, the shall not fear death but welcome it, as it will set them as examples for their comrades
No one minds if I just cower in the corner over here, right?
Right?
ew
Some tender souls on here seem to have forgotten that this comic was also born out of great love for heavy metal. And this, my friends, is metal AF.
“Tis only the flame, quivering at misguided Ash.”
wooweee. Never seen self-bondage an absolution to overpowering effect. o_O I can’t unsee this.
Her outfit is much more modest now. I get that some people were upset at how… extreme the old one was, but it seemed more people didn’t mind? A lot got changed in this chapter.
Was there a different outfit? That explains the earlier comments I guess.
That actually made me laugh.
Clown Federation and Cult Of Honkmother approves. This page generates mighty amount of LULZ.
HONK
…I searched the comments, and I have no mention of the similarity between Bondage nuns powered by fanatical Faith to a God Emperor backed by fanatics armed with chainsaws.
Even the room is covered in gold. The only thing left to do is if she said “For The Golden Throne!”
Western culture has an odd veneration for royalty. Our fairy tales and fantasies are full of Good Kings, Wise Kings, and Fated Kings, while Disney has made fortunes upon fortunes churning out fictional princesses for us to adore. It’s a romanticism that seems incongruous with the bloody true history of such things. So if there’s one thing I appreciate about Kill Six Billion Demons, it’s that it never shies away from laying bare the fundamental essence of royalty: violence.
Please, avert thine eyes. I will snuff out these ashes for good.
Hello, recognition you for facts! I repost in Facebook
I’m afraid that this page sundered my suspension of belief. I was almost completely entranced by the comic up until this point—absolutely riveted by it—this was just too…
i don’t know.
it was the first crack in the armour of intellectualism and mysticism which surrounded the surreal and fantastical picture this comic was painting and—for a first crack—it was big enough to completely shatter it.
it’s not that it was “too sexual,” it was just… too…
too…
idk.
maybe if i knew, it wouldn’t bother me.
it is the kind of thing a 17-year-old would be very impressed with himself for coming up with. i guess this sounds cruel. I take comfort in the fact that so many people like your comic that—me being dwarfed by their collective opposition—you will never need to take anything i say seriously.
maybe it was the fact that this character was supposed to be virtuous, or ‘believing themselves virtuous,’ which makes this so ridiculous.
the angel which turned itself into a motorcycle which said “SINNER” on it seemed more in line with, like… what that angel seemed to think of itself. it turned itself into a big, gaudy, ugly display in something that was either self-aggrandizement or self-mockery. it “fit,” somehow. this doesn’t, i don’t know why. where everything else—seemed to find a place in the bent world it appeared in, this jars.
maybe it’s the nipple needles, idk.
It’s the nipple needles.
Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn! Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!