Seeker of Thrones 4-27
Chapter: 4
“To those who doubt, your wounds will never heal
To those who question my creation – I’m not real.”
-Meshuggah, ‘I am Colossus’
Kill Six Billion Demons
BREAKER OF INFINITIES
“To those who doubt, your wounds will never heal
To those who question my creation – I’m not real.”
-Meshuggah, ‘I am Colossus’
Flame. A more potent word there has never been.
What about I?
Au contraire, I would argue that water can be at least as potent.
They who believes that water is more potent than fire has never seen a pot boil.
Want.
I just realised. Juggernaut star being the wheel and not the skeleton was almost explicitly said on their first page.
“Woe betides he who mistakes the rider for the steed.”
The Lord of Lust, enjoying a rejuvenating blood bath while plotting victory.
And being generally smug about it all.
Smugness is the natural state for many Demiurges.
Not such a pretty boy after all.
Are we looking at the same boy?
I dunno, he’s got a silver fox thing going on
He is the god of dreams. Such is hardly surprising.
The young dream of who they may yet be. The old dream of who they once were.
That makes sense.
In my dreams, I am still young, and my face bears fewer scars.
Perhaps Incubus and I have this in common.
And Mottom was an ancient woman kept young and vital buy the blood of innocents and the corpse of her husband. And Let’s not forget that Gog-Agog is a mass of worms who hates her make up being ruined. Maybe it’s a common theme that all the Demiurges are insecure about how they look.
How much is insecurity; how much is the product of a mind decaying under the weight of anime?
I suppose it rather depends on one’s tastes.
Ah! A page where no one is whining!
The upside down dude might have a thing or two to say.
Not so pretty now are you?
The most disgusting and dangerous beasts you can find often have some level of terrible beauty.
No, but, according to the ancient scrolls, he now qualifies for the an even more esteemed adjective-
“HOT”
Correction now he undoubtedly counts as HOT as most teachings would say and well as my husband and loins.
The cloth of that robe has remarkable stain resistance.
It once belonged to a demigod they called “Mr. Clean”. Powerful as he was, no amount of scrubbing could erase his fatal wounds. A pity, really–he was always a kind soul.
Nothing but the best for a demiurge.
Only on the outside.
The whited walls of the sepulcher.
It’s a tarp. No guests are over.
I love how at this point in the comic, his robe’s stain resistance is honestly a more interesting point then the fact that he hangs men in chains so their blood can fill a giant pit.
Well that’s just every damn Tuesday around here, so…
Cloaks like this require a rare type of silk, rare enough that I’ve never seen it at least. Such remarkable stain resistance for such a fine material means that it is almost exclusively sold to lords and ladies who deign to remain modest (or mysterious) while bathing in whatever strange liquids the royalty fancy.
The blood is just very diluted. In the first panel there’s water draining into the pool as well. The pool only appears red because of its depth- when actually soaked into something, it’s quite thin. Similar to how a pond can appear green, but water taken from it in a clear flask will be much clearer.
the demon court indeed
This is awe-some.
Well, in a way this is even creepier than what I had imagined.
As with Mottom, we see the distinction between the way the God would wish to be seen, compared to what he truly is.
He thinks himself a seducer and dream-dealer, when in truth he is a creature of blood and steel. Honesty would serve him well, if he choose to wield it.
Honesty is the path away from Royalty. . .
Honesty is the path that leads away from Royalty
It make you wonder how pathetic really is that dragon-king.
Well, he is the weakest of the demiurges after all.
An acorn dreams of forests.
A forest dreams of flames.
What a clever god, choosing to wield both words and swords.
A quick turn through Silent Hill territory here I see…
I discovered this comic over the weekend and have since read the whole thing twice. K6BD is a positive work of genius and I’m completely delighted with it.
I know, right?
Glad to have you aboard!
A contract bound in blood or strawberry syrup?
Wonder which is to his tastes…
could it be wine? the texts do mention him being a beggar king and he shows a scaring resemblance to a certain beggar knight also fond of the stuff.
Chocolate Syrup and if you insist on it being red then some carmine for colour.
The master stuck with just good ole chocolate though he did prefer working in monochrome.
Wait, same face scars as Punished Allison? What does *that* mean???
They look very similar to Mottom’s buttfruit texture by the way.
Wait what? Where? I don’t recall that version
That’s not ominous at all…
Wait, so the tower is a blood silo…NOT a horse cock?
why not both?
Six of one, half a dozen of the other.
What’s the difference?
You make them sound mutually exclusive.
It can be both.
After all, what is a horse cock but a blood silo on a much smaller scale.
Oh my God, I can’t believe I just typed that.
I mean…those’re basically the same thing, if you think about it
Who says it can’t be both?
Though one may argue that “blood silo” is an apt description of an engorged member.
The little white dude inside is purely coincidental.
In a way those are synonyms.
What is an erect phallus, if not engorged with blood?
No war without scars.
a giant pit of blood does wonders for your complexion
So how, I wonder, is Flame different from Glory?
Glory radiates, Flame burns
One is bright, terrible and dangerous, scorching those who are drawn to it by the ancient and irresistible urge to fly towards that which will destroy them.
The other is Flame.
GLORY shines eternal.
FLAME burns brightly. And then is gone.
Well, one’s on fire the other burns.
Dude uses blood magic. This may be a problem.
BEHOLD LUST. It is truth that the sword of WANT cuts far deeper than any blade of METAL or BONE. Thus, the god of LUST bears the scars of many a desperate mans DESIRES.
The only sword that cuts deeper than that is a sword that does not exist
Oh man. Ohhhh man. I am so excited about Incubus now. The fact that his real appearance is such a wonderful contrast to his dream form is fantastic. I mean, it’s just too great. Plus it turns out that he is in fact King of the Middle Army. My hype meter just went over into the red.
What is it with Demiurges and their fixation with blood?
Alas! It is not the Demiurges, but the fixation of the universe. Take a gander at what occurs in any wild-lands; look upon the acts the great beasts and the hunters who seek them preform on each other.
Blood flows through most virile creatures and so it carries with it their virility. One only needs to know how to transmute vigor into life – a basic skill for all new gods it seems.
Blood is power. Or more accurately the sacrifice it represents is power.
We are born of the blood. Made men by the blood. Undone by the blood.
Blood is the currency of the soul.
It’s the easiest thing to draw that implies the most dead people! 8V
Blood? What are you talking about? Clearly this guy is just a really big fan of cherry kool-aid.
In the flesh.
A song can fill a pair of roles, depending on the singer
it can vent the steam of a buoyant heart
or fill silence, for one who cannot bear it.