Seeker of Thrones 4-30
Chapter: 4
“The Belligerents have a name for Preem Jagganoth: God’s Monster. You see, to them, he is a divine messenger, blessed by YISUN’s angels to cut away weak and useless things from the world and forge it into a more pure form. To them, he draws all evils into himself, like a great poison, in order to expunge the world of corruption.
Most people, I believe, take their worship as further proof of their insanity.”
-Peroxes the younger, S.C. 1440
Finally, one of the Demiurges recognizes that the naked dudebro (i.e. Zaid) isn’t the Rising King
I KNEW IT! I fucking CALLED it! The Pretty One is trying to used Al-YISUN to weaken the other False Gods so The Enemy can pick them off one by one! I’ve no choice… I’ve got to go the Board of Directors myself! Surely they’ll listen and write an urgent report to Mammon. He needs to be alerted to this grave threat to the Multiverse. Only He can stop Jagganoth.
Yeah, I called it. The fat drunk was actually Allison
Does Jagganoth hail from my universe? On those bloody planets are many beasts of scything tusks.
Learning of his plans, I feel a kinship for this warrior poet.
Unlike the other Black Emperors, he does not squirm against his fate. Even in his invulnerability, he has read the signs, and he knows his Winter is coming.
Like the wisest, he hopes only to bloom in his season, and spread his legacy as his Fate allows. True humility is to think neither greater, nor lesser than your appointed place. A good actor knows when to play the role YISUN has cast for him.
That these men will be flowers of blood, fire and steel, spreading seeds of war across eternity just underscores how we are all part of the same cycles. They plant, and I will harvest.
The plot thickens …
So Incubus does not, in fact, desire to control AL-YISUN. It seems that Incubus recognizes her true place as the heir apparent and is simply trying to secure his place in the future kingdom.
Incubus is playing a dangerous game, flirting with OBLITERATION as he is. We shall see how this all works out for him in the end. Perhaps his LUST for position will be his undoing.
I’m sure your size will help you…in bowing to the true king.
War, What is it good for?
Absolutely Nothing.
Reach heaven through violence, my friend.
It’s very peculiar that Incubus seems to find Jaganoth’s form imposing. He’s made himself, by some method, very large (although perhaps he’s merely borrowing the form of something very large). But in this setting, that should really only make him a bigger target, and that only for opponents who deal in physical attacks.
Incubus’ own specialty would seem to be to attack the mind. Should it come to blows between them(and given Jaganoth’s nature it must, eventually, unless someone else kills one or both of them), I rather doubt that Jagganoth’s bulk will protect him.
You forget that Jagganoth was imbued with thirty iron feathers, given to him by the Angels. He is now virtually untouchable. So bulk or no bulk, I think he could take Incubus
The touching is the issue. Incubus doesn’t have to. Presumably, Incubus would motivate Jagganoth to punch himself.
The kings atop their stolen thrones
They rule the worlds they’ll never own
Lust is a strange thing. Some lust for flesh. Some lust for power. Some lust for themselves. Some lust for simple satisfaction. Some lust for everything.
Still others lust for blood. These ones must be watched carefully, for a fire burns in their breast that would consume all in conflagration.
“I can see under your skirt”, said Incubus. “It’s huge.”
“It is”, answered Jagganoth.
Incubus, Incubus. You magnificent bastard. What a beautiful character you are.
My hero.
Oceans fear the thirst of gods
..why do I get the feeling their pact is of the “I’ll kill you last” variety?
Are there any other?
Some say good for nothing.
I say good for acting:
War can be a good thing.
tall as a mountain
and with every breath he takes
reality shakes
Welp, the jig is up. Now both Incubus and Jagganoth know that Allison is the true heir.
Across the multiverse, Jagganoth has few peers when it comes to the practice of Scary Looming.
oh my, Preem Jagganoth is… big
Anyone else imagining a whole bunch of chalices stuck to his butt after having been sat on?
Butt chalices are the worst of all cups. I can’t abide them.
He big. An’ that’s why we wuv him.
Is it just me, or does it look a little hard for Jagganoth to stand up?
An easy mistake! As a matter of stubbornness, our glorious leader remains in place and moves the rest of the universe instead. Even for him, the burden can be heavy.
Oh please, sycophantic raving aside; we all know that he was simply standing. Being twenty feet tall really puts a lot of stress on the body after all, it’s very likely also he’d been waiting for several hours. Pretty sure his legs fell asleep at some point while he was waiting.
Given that he gained his current power level through (IIRC) driving magic metal nails into his body, it may be the price he pays for it is never-ending pain.
He was sitting on (in?) a pile of chalices, which given his size would be something like gravel or scree in proportion. It’s not a question of strength, so much as getting out of the heap of loose stuff.
He big.
Lust includes not only desire for the carnal pleasures, or for ambition, but for the heat of battle and the bringing of death.