Seeker of Thrones 3-21
Chapter: 3
“O God of Shape, O Twitching God of color, carve our bountiful flesh with thy beautiful razors.”
-Unknown
Kill Six Billion Demons
BREAKER OF INFINITIES
“O God of Shape, O Twitching God of color, carve our bountiful flesh with thy beautiful razors.”
-Unknown
Well, being angry and destructive all the damn time is exhausting.
Wait, has anyone seen J-Star’s original design? I don’t remember seeing it anywhere.
I have not! If anyone has, I am intensely curious.
I have seen the face of retribution.
And she is pretty.
The nature of wheels, it is to turn.
The nature of angels, is to burn.
The nature of being, is to change.
And though new forms can be most strange,
New times, new thoughts; now, rearrange.
The nature of life, it is to learn.
And the wheel said it was tire-d.
…
Who could have guessed?
Yes. The wheel spoke quite a lot, so I imagine it WOULD be tired.
Ayyyy
7/10 Would still run in terror.
Seriously, I’m completely terrified by it and everything else.
I sense a truce, if not an alliance.
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She’s the greatest swordsman in the universe;
He’s a bloodthirsty angel-zealot with a secret feminine side;
Together THEY FIGHT CRIME!
He looks kind of how I imagine 2 Michael would look like had he not fought Zoss.
Well, uh… Huh. Ok.
Is it just me, or does Juggernaut somewhat resemble our dear Rising King?
It seems 6 Juggernaut Star is not a killer of innocent children. I did not expect that.c
A-
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Oh! So is it most common then, for deviants to become thorns? Some sort of self imposed punishment for their femininity? Confusing, to say the least. Perhaps I will need to give more consideration to the more… feminine of my brothers.
Fascinating! I wonder if 1 Metatron seeks out those angels who desire humanity specifically for their scheme to recreate the Wheel? If so, it makes 2 Michael’s gripes on White Chain amusing.
We often hate others most for the terrible things we have seen in ourselves.
Given Juggernaut Star’s true body, it may be significant that that wheel bears a passing resemblance to the map of the multiverse at the angel HQ (Wielder of Names 1-3)
Tired.. because of the tire 😉 ?
What a thing to observe! Such sights to see in the maelstrom poising itself to change the Universe.
Well, my theory that he was really the wheel was proven true… and false…? So 6 Juggernaut Star really is the flaming skeleton, but inhabits the wheel and merely controls the armored form? This makes sense.
And I’m going to join this whole Glyphosphere comment section’s bandwagon and say that I love that Juggy is now either a new contestant in the race to be Best Girl, or the unrivaled winner of the Best Boy contest.
..on that last point. yep. absolutely.
Crashing this party
With a few survivors
The niece’s sandals are back!
SOMEBODY’s been reading the book of Enoch. Ophanim/10.
Ah.
Thus is revealed the root of Juggernaut’s pathological hatred. He is driven, first and foremost, by hatred of himself. He must be cored out, hollow, with the strength of his hate for this form, that he refers to White Chain only as ‘Deviant”.
Oh, how exquisitely painful it must be to him, to behold White Chain, a brother so similar, and yet so much stronger in that which matters the most.
Love of self.
I wonder how much 2 Michael knows.
2 Michael knows only how to look backwards, and as such knows nothing.
Recall: the sword is an ugly piece of metal.
And its adherents idiots.
HOLY SHIT?!?!?!?!
Behold! Is destruction not its own kind of beauty?! Does fire not dance as though it were a temptress, even as it burns a forest to the ground? Does the breaking of stone not also produce a wind like the whispering of a lover?! Is pain not intertwined with passion?! This one ventures that destruction is the truest expression of beauty, for what could be more beautiful than the nothingness of OBLITERATION.
That is an abominable pun. I didn’t suspect Juggernaut of turning such a phrase. I imagine wheel see whether or not there’s any place angels really do fear to tread, or whether this conversation with Auntie will just go around and around, circling the hub of Auntie’s seeming death-wish until it either falls flat or the pressure leads to an explosion.